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?p> The Three-Crown of the Royal Sword Contest, the savage sword Yang Yuxiang is waiting for the ‘helicopter’ and he is side by side, and then he is fully urging the Feijian, and he wants to compete with this weird helicopter!

However, just in the moment of the two side by side, the weird helicopter violently accelerated again, ‘嗖’, it smashed the distance of the three-crowned Yang Yuxiang more than 700 meters! Another blink of an eye, already a few kilometers away!

This picture has a good visual sense. It was a replica of the scene when the savage sword Yang Yuxiang opened the White Supreme Helicopter.

In the vagueness, Yang Yuxiang also saw the strange helicopter, and the handsome man waved his hand proudly!

"Interesting, interesting!" Yang Yuxiang did not get angry, but laughed loudly: "This is enough. If you only have the speed just now, you can only let me move a little under the body. The speed is now, let me be a little Seriously."

In the middle of the conversation, he picked up his sword in his hand and rolled up a small hurricane on his flying sword. He is known as the ‘wind sword,’ and he is good at wind spells.

The attributes of the wind system and the thunder system are the types that are known for their speed.

However, the thunder is more good at outbreaks, while the wind system is more endurance.

On the flying sword, the hurricane sword, Yang Yuxiang, the whole person stepped on the flying sword in a surfing position, the sword light flashed, and he chased the white sage at a crazy speed.

The high-altitude cold wind touches the face, and the hair of the wind sword Yang Yuxiang is blown up, which makes him more handsome.

After only five breaths, he has already caught up with the weird helicopter.

In the plane, Song Shuhang looked far away from the wind and the sword, and he was envious of it - this is the correct way to open the "Yu Jianfei"!

The monk stepped on the flying sword, or beamed his hands to make a high person shape, or surf-like, and then breeze to touch the face, the monk's long hair fluttered with the wind, but the clothes on his body only slightly raised.

All kinds of handsome!

This is what Song Shuhang wants, the "Yu Jian Fei" mode, but unfortunately, every time he has the opportunity to contact the Yu Jian flight, the opening method is always wrong.

Especially the white predecessor's 'Flying Swordsman' service, Song Shuhang the whole person is kneeling on the sword, even if the handsome monk, like a squat on the sword, there is no beauty, think about it is the stain of life. .

Song Shuhang is in the midst of envy, and the savage sword Yang Yuxiang has already tied the weird helicopter.

"Oh, a little means." The white predecessor nodded with approval - but it was too tender!

The white predecessors reached out to seal the law and applied a sword at random: "Tianpeng 遁法!"

The Tianpeng method is a method of spreading swords in the monk world. It is almost a monk who can be a sword. It is basically a man.

However, don't underestimate the effect of it because it spreads widely.

The Tianpeng method is a kind of defamation method in the ancient times, and the 'Tianpeng Jiufa method' that is widely known in the world is not complete. However, in the four-grade method, there is almost no law. Several methods can be used.

The only shortcoming is that it is too difficult to practice... Although it is almost a method of swordsmanship in the monks, there are no more than three figures.

When the Tianpeng method was unfolded, a pair of huge golden Tianpeng wings appeared on the left and right sides of the helicopter shell. Tianpeng spread his wings and gently took a shot...

Suddenly, the speed of the helicopter shell was raised again. After brushing a few times, the wind sword Yang Yuxiang was once again shadowless.

"Where, this is Tianpeng's law?" The wind sword Yang Yuxiang was first shocked by this trick, then he thought of another thing: "Tianpeng's method is a sword, that is, that The shell of the helicopter is Feijian?"

Destroy the three views, how can the flying sword grow into this appearance?

"But... no matter if you are flying swords, Tianpeng's method is out, it is worthy of my full strength!" The wind sword Yang Yuxiang felt that the whole person was burning.

If you can beat the ‘Tianpeng 遁法’, then the champion of the next ‘Yujian Contest’ is none other than him.

"Boiled, my blood is boiling, oh ~" Yang Yuxiang raised his hands and broke the real yuan completely: "Look at my moonlight!"

This month, Yao Yaofa is the finest sword of the ‘falling swords.’

Everything that shines in the moon is where our swords are going - this is the essence of the moonlight. It is a pity that it is daytime. If it is night and moonlight, his moonlight can play faster.

The savage sword Yang Yuxiang proudly smiled, and Yue Yao’s method was unfolded. On the flying sword under his feet, there was a round of meniscus around the original hurricane, just like a pair of small wings.

Then, Yang Yuxiang’s body was lightning-fast and flew forward.

This time is a little longer, after fifteen breaths, the savage sword gradually catches up with the white lord's helicopter!

"Predecessors, the guy behind has caught up again." Song Shuhang turned his head and looked to the rear, the sword of the sword is getting faster and faster, has changed from a small black dot to a small fist size.

"Oh, it's a really good little guy." The white predecessors couldn't help but admire, although in order to increase the fun of Fei Feijian, he suppressed the speed of the 'Tianpeng 遁法' in the speed of the four realms.

But the other party catches up so quickly, this speed is already faster than most of the five products.

Brush it!

The mad wind sword Yang Yuxiang quickly chased him up, and side by side with the white lord.

Then, he proudly pointed to the white lord: "Dave friends, I can still hurry up, you, will not be gone?"

White Zun shook his head and replied: "No, I am waiting for you."

"Ha ha ha, interesting, you want to say, can you hurry up? Then come and see who we are faster!" Feng Jianjian Yang Yuxiang confidently filled.

Even the ‘Tianpeng 遁法’ was caught up by him, and he is now full of confidence.

"Well, you are the fastest junior I have encountered recently, so I am going to give you a reward, let you see the speed of the real Feifei sword." Bai Zunren Yan Yan smile!

That smile, it is a collection of all kinds of beautiful feelings in the world, the wind sword Yang Yuxiang could not help but for a moment.

Then...

He saw the weird helicopter shell move again!

That is the fastest speed!

Extreme! Unable to describe fast!

If he says that he is moving all his strength, the speed is lightning fast. Then, this weird helicopter in front of us is breaking through the limits of space, like space jumping!

For a moment, he appeared in his current ‘line of sight’ distance.

Another flash, it has disappeared completely... It has already flashed to the distance that he can't even catch up with chasing.

This is what makes him really feel the speed of despair. The gap between the other party and itself is simply like the world.

"The speed of the real flying sword?" The wind sword Yang Yuxiang stood on his flying sword for a long time, not moving...

After more than ten minutes, the savage sword Yang Yuxiang sighed: "A good predecessor."

Compared with the speed of the other party, the speed that I am proud of is just like a snail.

However, the mad wind sword Yang Yuxiang is not discouraged.

On the contrary, in the depths of his heart, there is a fighting spirit burning.

"Predecessors, one day, I will reach you at this speed!" He shouted at the empty sky and exhausted his strength.

Next... Go back, then prepare to retreat to the top of the five spirits!

He has been in the realm of the four products for too long, and even in order to complete the ‘four crowns’ desire, he has been trying to restrain his promotion speed in recent years.

But now, no more repression.

The Four Crowns have become a cloud for him. He has a bigger goal and a bigger vision!

That is to achieve the terrible speed that the predecessor showed, and then if there is a chance, I hope that I can once again have a chance to fly with my predecessors.

Ah... finally.

The smile of the predecessor was really great. I feel that all the beautiful sisters and sisters he has seen add up, can't compare with a little finger of the predecessor.

Lying, what kind of ghost thing I was thinking about? The savage sword Yang Yuxiang smashed the **** and drove out the ridiculous thoughts from his mind.

"Going home to advance, and then...cultivating a more powerful method. Before catching up with the speed just before, I have to complete the five-level ‘Flying Sword Contest’!” Yang Yuxiang set himself a goal.

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And this time.

Helicopter version of a one-time flying sword.

"Ah, ah, ah~~" A long scream rang and it was deafening.

Not Song Shuhang.

Although Song Shuhang has a slight fear of heights and a recent fear of speed, but on the premise that there is protection of the outer shell of the aircraft, he will not be afraid of high.

Called poor flight instructor Xiao Li.

When Xiao Li was in a coma, he felt a strange sense of weightlessness and then woke up. Then he saw that the scenery on his side was going backwards at a terrible speed.

The strange sense of weightlessness is actually the reason why the helicopter flies too fast.

Of course, flying too fast is only one of the reasons; another reason is that the helicopter is now flying high above the sky, which is the real culprit in the sense of weight loss.

The white predecessors were frowning with dissatisfaction, and then they stunned the screaming Xiao Li faculty in one hand.

"Predecessors, should we almost go back?" Song Shuhang asked, the Feijian monk had already been taken out of the way, and the other party could not catch up.

"Yeah." The white predecessor nodded.

Song Shuhang said with joy: "So, are we looking for a place to land?"

The white predecessors did not answer the book air immediately. After a long while, he asked: "Book Airlines, I suddenly have a small spell to teach you, do you want to learn?"

"What spell?" Although Song Shuhang doubted that his predecessors suddenly wanted to teach him spells, but the spells, of course, are more good, and he will not refuse to learn.

"Well, it’s a tortoise." The white predecessors looked quiet.

Song Shuhang: "..."

When I heard this spell, the bad premonition in his heart suddenly erupted like a volcano!