Miao Cheng was injured internally and couldn't move, Qi Jun had lost all his strength, and there was a fierce and vicious dominatrix outside, and there might be five gangs and twelve sects of creditors coming to visit. The ruined ancestral hall could not block the wind and rain, and in the crisis

, Miao Cheng wants to teach Qi Jun the "Lingxiao Skill" to defeat the enemy, but Qi Jun doesn't believe him at all.

Qi Jun was minding his own business: "Go, go, go, no one will believe your nonsense! Why don't you go out and give him a fight if you have the ability?"

At this moment, Miao Cheng begged Qi Jun to learn the art. Regardless of whether he wanted to learn it or not, he went straight to explain the "Changdao Technique" in "Lingxiao's Art" in detail.

Qi Jun was a talented martial artist. At first he was upset and refused to listen, but Miao Cheng kept saying that there were always a few words that could get into his heart. It was these few words of magic that allowed him to gradually gather his strength.

He lost his attention, and the more he listened, the more he felt that Miao Cheng was not bluffing him. His sword skills were extremely mysterious. At first glance, they sounded like those of Leicheng swordsmen. However, upon closer examination, they found that they were far beyond his own skills. His own sword skills

The law seems to be included in it.

Miao Cheng first finished explaining the general outline of the Chang Sword Technique. He thought that there were seven, seven or forty-nine changes in the Chang Sword Technique. If you come up with them one by one, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to finish it in half a day. It would take more than three or five days for him to practice it.

Now, the priority is emergency. To defeat Yun Feixue, it must be done quickly. He weighed Yun Feixue's skill and combined with Qi Jun's physical weakness, he chose a set of tricks based on skill and told it to Qi Jun.

Although Qi Jun still had a sullen face, his ears had already listened in without politeness. When he heard something exciting, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to make gestures. After a while, he just pulled down the table leg.

Practice one move after another according to Miao Cheng's method.

After about half an hour, a set of sword techniques was explained. Miao Cheng asked Qi Jun how many moves he had remembered. Qi Jun said that he had remembered 50%. Miao Cheng praised him repeatedly and spent half an hour telling it again from the beginning.

Jun said he had remembered 70% of it.

Yun Feixue has been harassing her non-stop since the beginning of the conversation between the two. At one time, she offered him wine and meat, and at another, she cursed. The light in the ruined ancestral hall was getting dark, and it couldn't be delayed for long. Miao Cheng asked Qi Jun to perform the sword technique he had just learned in full.

, Qi Jun practiced as instructed, and after one fight he was sweating profusely and panting.

Miao Cheng saw that he had only learned 50-60%, and that his mistake was always trying to use force, so he said: "The importance of this sword technique lies in its sophistication, not its strength. It is just suitable for your weak body. If you always think about using force, you will end up with it."

It’s self-defeating, if you go out to compete with her now, just be soft and use your moves, she will definitely defeat you."

"really?"

"Are you scared?"

"Afraid of shit!"

Qi Jun spent a long time moving away the debris blocking the door, holding the table leg and ducking out of the broken door. The setting sun to his right had already sunk into the forest. There was a pile of charcoal fire in front of him, and half a roasted gopher was sizzling.

Yun Feixue was lying lazily beside the fire. When she saw Qi Jun coming out, she said in a cooing voice: "Hey, you look like a dead man, you finally can't hold it back and come out to see your sister?"

Qi Jun spat thickly into the fire: "I have been treated a lot by you in the past two days. I originally wanted to be a good man and not fight with women, but you, a shrew, have made it difficult for me again and again.

I, I can’t say, let’s settle the old and new accounts together now and use our weapons!”

Yun Feixue giggled: "Hey, yo, yo, how quickly did you learn the kung fu that little Miu Miu taught you? Does it work or not? I have also learned a lot of tricks! How about we see who learns it better?

?”

"Stop talking nonsense and watch the knife!"

Qi Jun was still impatient, he turned the table leg and slashed at Yun Feixue's left shoulder. This move originally contained seven back moves, whether Yun Feixue hides, blocks, vents, leads, seizes, collapses, or counterattacks, they all have different effects.

To deal with the move. But in his impatience, he used more force. Yun Feixue only dodged lightly and skillfully, and he staggered. Yun Feixue also took the opportunity to wipe a handful of oil on his buttocks.

Qi Jun became angry with embarrassment, and with all his strength, he returned to the table leg and slashed horizontally. Yun Feixue ducked down and touched his thigh again, smiling, obviously toying with him. Qi Jun became fierce and slashed twice more, and this

When she got angry, she used brute force. Not only did Yun Feixue take advantage of her face and waist, but she was also so exhausted that she was sweating profusely and out of breath.

Yun Feixue pouted: "Tsk, tsk, two grown men have been working together for so long and they developed this crappy thing? It's not as good as the rooting skills my sister practiced when she was three years old!" After saying that, he raised his foot and pointed it at Qi Jun's butt.

He kicked him directly to the broken door.

Miao Cheng's voice came out from inside the ancestral hall: "Be calm, keep your mind calm, and move your eyes first before moving. Your movements will be like the wind, and your momentum will be like a mountain."

Qi Jun forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, sat cross-legged on the ground, and tried to breathe evenly.

Yun Feixue put her hands on her hips and teased Qi Jun: "Hey, is this posture ready to unleash the power? It's going to scare the slaves to death! It's going to scare the slaves to death! You can hit me anywhere, but not on your face, belly, butt, and here and here.

Oh!" Even though he was joking, he moved closer to Qi Jun and slapped him on the face with a rounded hand.

If you believe in Miao Cheng once, no matter whether it works or not, life, death, honor and disgrace will be the same today.

Qi Jun faced the slap from Yun Feixue, and the soft and light table leg stabbed Yun Feixue's wrist diagonally.

"Oh, how dare you fight back!" Yun Feixue turned into a chop on the way and smashed Qi Jun's top door with a chop from top to bottom.

Before her move could get old, the table leg unexpectedly scratched her wrist. If it had been a real knife, even if the hand wouldn't fall off, it would at least break the tendons of her hand. Even the table leg was white and tender.

A red line was also drawn on her wrist, which scared her so much that she screamed and broke out in a cold sweat. She didn't see clearly how she was hit, she just thought it was because of her own fault, her heart became angry, and her palms were struck like a rain of pear blossoms.

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Qi Jun hit the target with one move, and as Miao Cheng said, "the powerless can defeat the powerful". He just used his sword skills to move lightly, and the table legs were waiting in the path that Yun Feixue's palms must pass. If Yun Feixue didn't stop,

If it is strong, it will definitely send the flesh palm to the hard wood.

Yun Feixue became more and more angry and used more and more force. But the more force she applied, the greater the force that bounced back to herself. The more she fought, the more impatient she became. She suddenly pulled out the double Emei thorns and used them with real swords and spears.

The fight started.

When he saw that he was really moving, Qi Jun didn't dare to make a big move, and hurriedly stood up to meet the enemy. His moves stuck to the Emei Thorn, as if he had put a scabbard on it, and he couldn't move left and right. Yun Feixue became more and more anxious as he fought.

, the moves got faster and faster, but she couldn't get close to Qi Jun. Without paying attention, the Emei thorn on her left hand was almost knocked out, so she quickly retracted the moves and jumped out of the circle.

"Wait a minute, what kind of magic are you using?"

Qi Jun sneered: "Young master, what I practice is called the 'shameless magical skill'!"

Yun Feixue was really puzzled, was this sword technique really that amazing? She had obviously heard the outline technique, and felt it was ordinary, but why did it seem like he had regained his power after using it to Qi Jun. Miao Cheng must have been the one behind this.

, now that he can no longer control Qi Jun with his kung fu, he has to think of some evil ways, who calls himself a woman.

She turned her anger into a smile: "Don't you, sister, feel sorry for your pretty face? She has taken care of you in every possible way, and you are not affected at all? Is it because my sister's face is not pretty enough, or her figure is not attractive enough?" After saying this, she turned around and opened the door.

neckline.

Qi Jun was afraid of being irritated, so he hurriedly turned away. Yun Feixue took the opportunity to rush over and kicked the wound on Qi Jun's abdomen. The wound had just been covered with blood, but now it was a little deeper. Qi Jun covered his stomach and huddled on the ground.

Can’t live **.

Yun Feixue closed her collar and stretched out her feet to step on Qi Jun: "Monks, Taoists and nuns, don't underestimate me. My sister has many tricks, do you think you can win over her with a little bit of evil skills? You are so disobedient, you have offended my sister.

I’m very unhappy, so don’t take the stick hand of yours!”
Chapter completed!