While his thoughts were flying, he raised the mirror in his hand to look at it, the eyes were filled with black air, and the afterimage of Fu Qingyang's sword waving flashed in his mind.

This is a forewarning of astrology.

It indicated that he would be beheaded by Fu Qingyang.

At this time, the elder dog said loudly:

"start!"

Fu Qingyang's eyes, which were as calm as a cold pool, suddenly became sharp.

When Zhang Yuanqing heard the word "start", he retreated decisively and entered the night tour. He disappeared into the practice room out of thin air, restraining all his voice and breath.

Before Fu Qingyang's attack started, he lost his target.

By the wall, watching the battle, Bailong folded his arms and nodded, commenting:

"It's a good tactic to avoid Elder Fu's sword by fighting at night."

Guan Ya shook her head and said, "It's useless."

After finishing the words, Fu Qingyang pressed his fingers to his forehead, and a round of rippling white light spread across the entire practice room.

Anyone swept by the white light will have shallow ripples around their bodies, like a calm river meeting a rock.

Somewhere behind Fu Qingyang, there was ripples when there was no one there.

"Crack~"

Fu Qingyang turned around quickly, the leather shoes rubbing against the floor made harsh noises, and he slashed unpretentiously towards the place where the ripples appeared behind him.

Fuck, Fu Qingyang has real eyes, different from ordinary scouts. Zhang Yuanqing's heart shuddered, and the moment Fu Qingyang turned around, he realized it and was about to back away.

However, the moment Fu Qingyang raised the wooden stick, Zhang Yuanqing's body froze suddenly.

Every nerve of his, every muscle, his limbs and his brain seemed to have their own thoughts, and they all wanted to dodge in different directions.

But at the same time pessimistically think that no matter how he hides, he will definitely be killed.

As a result, his body trembled violently, but he was still unable to dodge, block and other actions.

He had experienced this situation once with the pawns crossing the river, but compared to the former monk who was able to struggle a bit, Fu Qingyang's slashing brought only despair.

When the sword comes out, rules come into being.

"puff!"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately fell out of the night tour state, staggered back, his chest was bloody.

Fu Qingyang's slash hit the chest, and the barbs on it tore through the short sleeves, tearing the flesh and blood, and the bright red blood instantly dyed the T-shirt red, and quickly simmered.

Hiss~ Zhang Yuanqing gasped in pain, even though the star official has a healing ability far superior to that of Ye Youshen, the pain is uncompromising.

Fuck, this guy is a fool with a lot of money, and he doesn't show affection at all. In a flash of thought, he saw the centurion stepping forward, and came forward again, with his wrist turned, and the wooden stick crossed in a semicircle in mid-air, holding it high above his head. .

Zhang Yuanqing's scalp went numb, and before the opponent launched a second blow, he entered the night tour again and fell to the left.

However, Fu Qingyang seemed to have foreseen his dodge trajectory, holding the sword high, straddling his right leg sideways, and slashed to the front right. JrNovels.com