Chapter 1632 (2/2)

It seems that Kung Fu progress is not all a good thing, is it? If it had been put in the past, he would never have been afraid of it.

”It's not what you think. We're not the ones who hurt Ms. viya, but I think you don't believe it even if I'm here. In that case, I have no other way.” As he said, the bronze sword in his hand turned to the front, but he didn't open his posture and prepare for the battle.

However, the display of the murder weapon itself can also be regarded as a substantive threat. In terms of behavior, Jian Qi's actions can convey more meaning than his words.

The speed of sword seven is very fast. When the air turns, his body will be so explosive that he can't imagine it. But no matter how fast he is, he is a tangible person after all. Therefore, when the middle-aged man raises his hand and spits out the mouth shape of one syllable, he can only make a defensive posture.

However, the posture was only half done. Peiran Juli was like a war horse in full armor bumping into him, and lifted the whole person of the sword seeker out of the ground.

What's terrible is that many paper products on the ground have no response to this force, except for a few pieces of manuscript paper taken by Jian Qi when his feet leave the ground, as if it only acts on Jian Qi 1.

”Ha!”

It is said that in ancient times, there were gods, men and strange men who could break through enemies hundreds of times their own with hum and ha. This is somewhat exaggerated. Even if there is no one, it is no longer a situation that an individual can achieve by practicing with his body. But it shows at least one thing that the cry, or the sudden sound from Qi, is powerful.

This is not a secret in Jianqi's hometown. Whether it's lion roar or thunder, it's a skill that can fight the enemy with sound. Although Jianqi's cry is not a skill that can actually bring harm, it also explodes people's ears like spring thunder. The power added to him weakened a little with the roar.

The weakened strength may be insignificant on others, but when it comes to Jianqi, it is enough to make him reorganize his posture in the air and step firmly on the wall.

But when he saw his right hand close to his waist and abdomen, and his left hand press and hold the grid of the sword, what his eyes saw was known as the tip of the sword. When the strong wind passed, he fought back in the direction of the wind with a more rapid momentum like the depressed bamboo!

Obviously, the middle-aged man didn't expect Jianqi to have such means and physical quality, and didn't expect that he could dilute his magic with one breath. At this time, when the sword hit, he didn't care about anything else. Three stones with red patterns and the size of knuckles were thrown out of his cuffs. The three stones burned in the wind and turned into three fire swallows and flew straight towards Jianqi's body.

He can't hide. Jian Qixin knows that he will hit the three fire swallows, but even if the fire swallows him in an instant, he is sure to send the sword tip of the flying swallows into the other party's heart.

”Well, I see.”

The sound of cheese suddenly sounded. Whether it was the sword seeker in the air or the flying fire swallows, they seemed to be released slowly, waiting for him to finish this sentence. The grey robe glanced at the situation in the air, and the blue light in his eyes gushed out like an explosion. Although it was only for a moment, the brightness of the light was enough to dye the whole room into the same color.

The magic light dissipated in an instant, followed by the inertia of Jianqi and three fire swallows flying in the air. The stone fell down with the sword seeker and steadily fell back on the book scroll.

”You call Weiya a student and you're her teacher. So you're just in time.”