The oxen holds the water, fire and iron rod in his hand, and the tiger has power;

Wang Gao used the Yanling sword, which was fierce and cruel;

Liu Wenlong danced with one hand and was airtight.

Long Qingyun was suddenly shocked. At this time, the three of them had a brilliant combat power and were incredible. They were already at the level of a high-level martial arts school.

Niu Ben and Wang Gao are the combat power of the eighth-rank martial arts school, while Liu Wenlong is slightly better and has reached the strength of the ninth-rank martial arts school.

The land of China at this time.

The martial arts cultivation level is divided into nine levels and eighty-first ranks, namely Wu Zun, Wu Wei, Wu School, Wu Zong, Wu Shuai, Wu Wang, Wu Huang, Wu Zun, and Wu Shen.

Each level is divided into nine grades, and Long Qingyun has just crossed the realm of the Grandmaster, which is the realm of the Ninth-level Wushu Sect.

Now I have just reached the threshold of the Grand Master Realm, which means that Long Qingyun now has the strength of a first-class martial arts coach.

So, the three of them played against each other.

Long Qingyun felt quite relaxed, but when he saw Niu Ben and the other three about to break through the level of the martial arts school and enter the realm of the Wuzong, Long Qingyun was also quite relieved and could not help but feel relieved.

Twenty-one moves.

The dragon green clouds rose up from the ground, jumping more than three feet high, and the person was in mid-air. Zhanlu sword spread out and splashed out.

A powerful sword energy fell from the sky. The three of them roared towards Niu Ben.

clang clang clang...bang clang...puff!

The harsh sound of weapons handover sounded again.

"Ah!", "Huh!" "Hey!"

With three surprises and sighs, the three men's mouths were numb and three weapons flew out of their hands.

"Clang!" fell to the ground.

Long Qingyun fell across from the three of them, with a calm expression and a modest manner, saying, "Three senior brothers, let me give in!"

The three of them looked embarrassed and ashamed. They looked at Long Qingyun with dumbfounded eyes, and each of them looked astonished and envious.

months ago.

When Long Qingyun was discussing swordsmanship in West Lake, he was still at the level of a second-grade Wushu Sect. Unexpectedly, his progress was so rapid that he had now reached the level of a first-grade Wushu Sponsor.

In fact, this is also the result of Long Qingyun's many adventures. After obtaining the Zhanlu Sword, his martial arts skills were upgraded to the level of a high-level martial sect.

Later, in several confrontations between Long Qingyun and Xuantian Sect, his martial arts cultivation reached the level of the ninth-grade Martial Sect.

Of course, Long Qingyun's study at the Tianyong Sword Academy in Zhongdu and his encounter with the military genius Yu Jingzhou, his "mood state" finally rose to another level.

Naturally.

During his trip to Zibai Mountain, Long Qingyun finally broke through the realm of Wuzong and jumped into the ranks of first-class martial arts coaches.

Long Qingyun stared at the opposite Gangying Ridge and murmured to himself:

"I'm not very worried about the Xingyuan Border Guarding Army in Nanyong. After all, I know more about Nanyong's army. What I'm worried about now is the Western Qiang."

Niu Ben and the other two had already picked up their weapons, came to Long Qingyun, and said in unison: "What are the instructions of the military advisor?"

Long Qingyun smiled slightly and said, "I'll go out for a few days, so you can stay here in Cuiyun Peak for training. I guess Lei Chonghu has some eyeliner in the Hero Gang. You three must be careful."

The three of them nodded repeatedly, bowed to Long Qingyun and then headed towards the defense area of ​​the cavalry battalion.

Long Qingyun explained to Wen Yuxuan and Lu Daming how to deal with the Nanyong army.

After saying that, Long Qingyun rode away.

Time passes quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening. The setting sun was setting, and in the afterglow of the sunset, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing half of the sky red.

"Dadadada..." The sound of horse hooves kept ringing on the mountain road.

At this time, Long Qingyun had already traveled across Zibai Mountain, entered the boundary of the Western Qiang, and came towards the direction of the Western Qiang Liangzhou Prefecture.

There are many mountain roads in this Western Qiang land.

Five miles ahead, the mountains are high and the road is steep and the road is rugged. There are flat ground on one side and abyss on the other side. It is bottomless and there are bursts of water.

At this time, the middle of the road.

There was a big tree lying horizontally. On the tree was a man in black robe, who was about forty years old and had a strong face.

There were three people and three riders opposite the man in black robe. The leader was a girl in white who was eighteen or nineteen years old. She looked beautiful and was full of heroic spirit.

The other two men in purple robe, dressed in their entourage, were about in their early twenties, and were mighty and fierce, and were the combat power of the fourth-rank martial arts school.

The middle-aged man in black robe said sternly: "Is the person coming from the Beihai family's daughter?"

The woman in white was suddenly shocked.

When I looked up, I saw that the person was full of true energy. Although I could not see through the combat power, I was at least a strong man from a high-level martial arts school.

The pretty face of the woman in white changed color and turned pale. She calmed her mind and said coldly:

"I heard from your accent, you should be from Liangzhou Prefecture? Why do you want to help the evildoer?"

The middle-aged man in black robe looked shaking and said loudly: "So what? So what if it is not? Nothing is important. Just hand over the things?"

The two entourages were also shocked. The older man said in a lost voice: "Miss, please return quickly from the same route, and we will try our best to hold this guy up."

"Hehe, since I met me, just surrender!" After the middle-aged man in black robe said, he saw him jumping a few times with great agility and then came to the three of them.

The middle-aged man in black robe suddenly pulled out the cold iron knife from his waist and slashed at the three of them. His sword technique was quick and sharp, and his momentum was terrifying.

Suddenly.

The woman in white also pulled out the green sword in her hand and stabbed the middle-aged man in black robe.

"Clang clang clang!" The swords and swords intersected, bursting with fiery sparks.

The woman in white rolled in her chest, and the sword in her hand flew out even more and more. A mouthful of thick blood couldn't help but spit out.

The woman in white finally held back and didn't vomit, but her face was pale and obviously suffered internal injuries.

I couldn't help but feel secretly shocked. I was already the combat power of a fifth-rank martial arts school, but I was not the opponent of this middle-aged black robe.

This person's skills are obviously much better than himself.

The two entourages drew their swords and rushed forward. The sword skills were very open and the courage was strong, and they were obviously fighting hard.
Chapter completed!