When Zhang Zhongxiong heard this, he immediately stopped talking and stepped a few steps. His right hand grabbed at his head. In the future, this grasp stretched straight from his wrist and fingers, and the strength was extremely sharp. Although he was extremely angry, he also thought about this little fencing skill. He was already fighting hard to see if he could win a point or two.
Qi Yufeng’s body is light on one side, so Zhang Zhongxiong can’t catch it every time. With this move, he will come.
Faster and more fierce, Qi Yufeng leans to the left and evades Zhang Zhongxiong’s third, fourth and fifth catches.
In an instant, his figure almost turned into a dragon, a dragon shadow and a dragon claw, and Qi Yufeng was suppressed to dodge.
The crowd around him saw that his claws made him fierce and immediately drank a lottery.
Just then, Zhang Zhongxiong’s ear heard a lazy voice saying, "This is the’ Spinning Crane’s Longitudinal Skill’ and that’s all."
When he heard this, his heart was shocked. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the young man’s sharp turn like a gyro was in accordance with the number of ways of "Rotating Crane’s Longitudinal Skill", and his clever tricks were far better than his immediate heart.
Qi Yufeng finished this sentence with a sudden punch and a thunderous blow, and then his palm kung fu kept coming out. Before the sudden attack, Zhang Zhongxiong didn’t expect that this young boy’s palm kung fu was so solid. Immediately, he gasped and didn’t come back immediately, and there was almost no room for striking back. Although he didn’t support it, he couldn’t repay it. In fact, he had already lost a crushing defeat.
Everyone saw that the kung fu made by Qi Yufeng was just that the "Dafu Magic Fist" made by more than a dozen big men at the door was heavy and heavy, like a dark cloud.
Zhang Zhong complained in his ambition that he jumped backwards just because he wanted to turn around and run out for several steps, but he couldn’t get the opponent’s hand posture, but he could see the score clearly in every move. However, at his young age, his palm technique was both ingenious and profound, and he stepped back three steps to the left without paying attention to it.
Qi Yufeng’s spirit is like a mountain. If the Yangtze River is really a famous old man’s demeanor, where is a young man’s skill? On the one hand, people who have practiced boxing for decades can see that when he turns around, he is strong and steady, and he can really slack off and hit hard. Even the first-class masters in the world can do this. Even if several masters can’t help but drink the color "Good boxing!"
Just then, I suddenly heard "before" a Zhong Xiong’s shoulder sleeve, which had been grabbed by Qi Yufeng, and his right arm was bare, revealing five long blood stains and dripping with blood.
He looked gloomy and cried and stepped back a few steps. At this moment, he cried hopelessness in his heart. After decades of hard training in martial arts and dominating the rivers and lakes, it became a dream. After a long time, he saw that everyone here did not pity him and looked at himself immediately. He couldn’t help biting his teeth and said slowly, "Qi Shaoxia’s boxing and slapping skills are much more powerful than people. We don’t deserve to give Qi Shaoxia shoes."
Qi Yufeng looked at the man who had never met before in his life, but he couldn’t be the same person and was destined to become an enemy. He immediately nodded and said, "Good to see your martial arts, good to leave your body and kill yourself."
This sentence tells us how to detain the crowd and stir up everyone’s heart. These two people can only earn a name one after another. After the battle, they can go back and practice kung fu for another 20 years. How can they come to such an undead point?
But they looked at Qi Yufeng’s face, resolute and resolute, but there was no joke at all, but they couldn’t help but feel a awe-inspiring heart. This young man may seem inconspicuous, but it is also an anti-king.
While Fan Yao sighed slightly, "the most is the emperor’s house …"
Qi Yufeng immediately looked at Fan Yao and shook his head solemnly when he heard this.
Just then, I heard Zhang Zhongxiong say, "I heard that Qi Shaoxia’s swordsmanship is a quick start, and he never attacks and kills people. I have learned a little about swordsmanship in Changyunshan, Qinghai over the years, and I am willing to ask Ge for a compensation for my old wish."
Qi Yufeng’s heart wondered what your old wish was and what you had with me, but such a fencing master was naturally welcome and immediately nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I promise you."
He put three long swords on the ground side by side and handed the Changbai sword to himself, but he took up the handheld device maker e-sword. Zhang Zhongxiong knew that if he challenged successfully today, he would be in great trouble, but if he didn’t succeed, he was buried in his heart and secretly regretted reaching out and taking the sword.
The two men were silent for a long time, and the hall was suddenly silent. Many people around them saw that the two masters were sweating and their hearts were pounding when they clenched their palms with swords and fists.
After four or five years of debut, Qi Yufeng experienced hundreds of battles and defeats. At this time, in the eyes of some knowledgeable people, he was already the first person in the two rivers and lakes; But Zhang Zhongxiong’s height is unparalleled, but his fame is very loud. His reputation has already surpassed that of the Wudang Seven Heroes. Can Qi Yufeng’s swordsmanship really surpass him, though it looks good?
Qi Yufeng saw the neutral eyes of holding up the long white sword and became sharp. Obviously, the previous attack on him with seven swords did not make the output immediately laughed. "It’s hard for a master to find you in this fencing realm, but it can be called the fourth person to attend today. If I don’t learn something, I can really regret it when you die."
Zhang Zhongxiong sneered, "There are people like Qi Shaoxia in my swordsmanship world who are qualified to evaluate it, or it is really interesting to learn dragon slaying skills!"
Qi Yufeng’s sword pointed to the ground at the tip of his sword and smiled, "You might as well try."
As soon as his voice fell, all of a sudden, everyone heard a whistling sound in the hall, and the eardrum exploded. This is the blade breaking. People present at the scene didn’t face color when they heard this sound. This sharp whistling Billy’s crossbow breaking is even more urgent. How fast is this sword?
When they looked up, they saw a gray shadow and a green light. In the hall, two people conjured up seven figures. At the junction, there was a discerning white light that changed faster than time.
After a while, I heard that the handover of the sword was getting shorter and shorter, like raindrops in a sultry summer, getting denser and faster, and gradually ringing and merging into a noise.
Chapter one hundred and thirty-three Chaos from camp Uber now
When they saw the two men fighting in the hall, their swords were dazzling and shocking. Both of them were shrouded in a little bit of sword light, but they couldn’t see where they were. Outsiders in the hall couldn’t help pulling out their necks one by one, and one by one, they bravely rushed to look out and sat in the side hall. Heroes of all walks of life also held their breath and kept their eyes open for fear of missing the two men’s unique sword blow.
Zhang Zhongxiong’s swordsmanship is a unique school of swordsmanship called Tianlei swordsmanship. This swordsmanship runs through thousands of years and has been constantly polished by Taoist priests in past dynasties. It is already perfect, but it is impossible to delete the slightest bit.
However, seeing him storming swordsmanship, the momentum is extremely strong, that is, the wound on his shoulder splashes out, and the blood splashes out, but the tip of a long sword keeps lingering around him, roaring and shooting out like a muffled thunder, which is really unstoppable like a lightning strike.
When Zhang Zhongxiong stepped on the foot, he was in a hurry and slowed down. Every move was constantly attacking, while Qi Yufeng was holding the sword of relying on heaven, and he was both offensive and defensive. The four bursts of sword light and flower arrangement were really like snakes dancing around the sky.
The intersection of two peerless swords with each stroke is radiant, and everyone in the suffocating hall watched this swordsmanship one by one, and his face slowly and solemnly got up unconsciously.
After more than a dozen strokes, people in the hall felt that swordsmanship had some breathing difficulties like a storm and a tsunami, and they almost looked up and wanted to fall. At that moment, suddenly, the two of them stood in the corner of the hall, holding swords and saying nothing.
The heroes hurried to watch but saw Qi Yufeng’s chest spattered with a blood flower. He was calm and determined, while Zhang Zhongxiong’s chest was already smashed by a sword. The white skin on his chest at seven o’clock was like a cold plum blooming and bleeding.
Everyone was silent, but no one could breathe. Zhang Zhongxiong looked down at the wound on his chest and was almost surprised. I’m afraid others couldn’t see it, but it was clear in his own heart that Qi Yufeng counted the tricks. After seventeen strokes, he killed the sword in his hand and turned it into a flash. The speed was several times faster than the first dozen strokes, and he stabbed seven blood arrows in his chest.
Come to these seven blood holes, you will die, but Qi Yufeng doesn’t know that if he suddenly changes his mind, the tip of his sword will burst out with seven swords, and the seven blood arrows will be returned to his body.
The sword leaning against the sky is indestructible, even if you touch it, you have to cut your skin. However, instead of cutting yourself, Qi Yufeng sealed his acupuncture points with seven vigorous masculinity to stop the blood from pouring out and save his life.
Zhang Zhongxiong watched the seven blood spots on his chest gradually stop bleeding. His face was as golden as paper. He couldn’t help sighing and moaning, "Zhu Sheng’s dying night is cold, Xiancha is low, and his heart is hidden. The moon is shining, the fire is shining, the stars are scattered, and the purple walls and dancing flags are standing alone for too long. Will the apes and cranes in the west of the Han Sea live in peace?"
After a word, two clear tears flowed out of his eyes, and he took a few steps respectfully to return the Changbai sword to Qi Yufeng.
They saw that this is a patriarch who was so sorry in his heart, but they also felt that this world could make him so desperate. I am afraid there are also Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren in front of this boy at this time.
Even if the old religion advocated taboo, it should be the furious double swordsmanship
The crowds are in a slightly complicated mood. Watching him step by step, there are angry people, envious people, amazed people and frowning people. At that time, people’s hearts are full of mixed feelings.
Just then, suddenly, a clear and high-pitched voice came to everyone’s ears. "Who is in charge of robbing the rest of the insects and chickens?" But picking EU! "
This sound is very elegant. At first, it seems that this person is still dozens of miles away, but when it comes to "robbing the remaining insects and chickens", it has already taken a step forward. But picking EU! " The sound change has stopped in front of the hall from far and near.
Everyone looked up and saw that it was an old man with a short white robe and a thin face. He was calm and slow, but it seemed that there was no hurry and no delay, but most of the people present had never seen him. When he arrived, he felt as if he had just floated from the clouds
Zhang Zhongxiong heard this slightly stopped to look back at the man and said, "Mr. Xie …"
Then Mr. Xie nodded at him, but Zhang Zhongxiong knew that it was difficult for him to reach the Excalibur realm like Qi Yufeng in his whole life after all, and immediately shook his head slightly again.
The other party was about to start, but he heard a loud shout, just like a thunder ringing in everyone’s ear. It was earth-shattering and magnificent.
"The sky is full of splendor, and the heroic body is not stone and wood."
With this angry drink, a black figure swept into the hall like a whirlwind, and the seats for four people fell backwards. After listening to the banging, the field was in a mess. The man had a rough face, flat cheekbones, wide face and small eyes. He was wearing a khaki robe, but his forehead was shiny, but he was a monk.
When Fan Yao saw the arrival of two masters, he woke up and said, "What are the names of the two friends?"
Then Mr. Xie didn’t even look at Fan Yao’s face. He said to Zhang Zhongxiong, "How can A-dao Zhang retreat easily before the big event is completed? If you retreat, you can teach our teachers?"
When Zhang Zhongxiong heard this, his body moved slightly and stopped for a while without saying a word.
The dark-faced monk laughed. "Now that the three of us have joined hands, no matter how many heroes there are, how can we match that little girl’s skin? Why don’t you submit the Dragon’s Ten Palms and the Jiuyin Zhenjing soon?"
He said a word, looking at a chair that fell to one side and raising my hand to detain it, he sucked up the chair outside the three zhangs and sat down in the field behind him.
When Mr. Xie saw it, he couldn’t help smiling and strolling a few steps. He walked behind the monk and looked at the swords in Zhang Zhongxiong and Qi Yufeng’s hands and nodded, "It’s a good omen for the three of us to have three swords here again after twenty years."
Fan Yao looked at the black monk who ignored the hero of heaven, and suddenly his mind flashed and asked, "Dare you ask me if the teacher is from Xignahei?"
This former Gena Black City was the capital of the White Account Khanate and a part of the Golden Account Khanate, which was created by Genghis Khan’s long line of Shu Chi. Today, it has reached the ninth generation in Fan Yao. It is necessary to find out how to teach the enemy to swallow charcoal and kill himself and change his makeup. So as not to make Ruyang Wangfu suspicious, Wan Li first took refuge in Hua La Mo, a Mongolian maharaja.
The flower thorn mold is in the land of Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan today, and the white tent khanate is Kazakhstan today. These five Central Asian countries are closely intertwined, and Fan Yao has learned a lot. It is because he watched this man’s martial arts and the martial arts learned by Mongolian warriors there are somewhat similar.
That monk suddenly laughed when he heard this. "Are you the one who is called Xiaoyao Erxian in Jianghu? I’m Agura and so on. How can I be a cow and a horse like that fellow Ruth? "
That Uighur Ruth is a white-tent khanate. This man dares to call him by his first name. Fan Yao’s face turned dignified when he heard this. He nodded, "Yes, your Mongolian martial arts are from Xu Jin Guo, Han Chinese and Ross. You are Jirentai’s apprentice from Hara and Lin."
Qi Yufeng bowed his head and thought that he seemed to be hesitating and looked up and smiled. "What nonsense, you wimp?"
