One sword held the two of them back.
The young man's sword skills are undoubtedly superb. Now in the world, there is no one who can suppress Yun Zhong with his sword skills and sword moves. Only the former sect master on Baihao Mountain does not like to practice, but he is enough. Only those who have practiced sword fighting for three hundred years can dare to fight with ease. If it were someone else, even if they get the Grandmaster's Ci Pai, they may not be able to compete with Yun Zhong's court with swordsmanship.
But the two reckless men at the moment are obviously not novices who have experienced a lot of life-and-death fights. They have already noticed the young man's skill in handling the sword at the beginning of the fight. In this situation, they will not have any intention of underestimating the enemy, and are unwilling to face it. Taking advantage of the young man's strengths, he only responded with the internal energy that had accumulated in his chest and abdomen for a long time. The sword's light was like a silver bottle being released, approaching the vital point without giving an inch.
It was Wen Yu who had just performed an amazing technique, which shocked the two people. Moreover, the young man in front of him never showed signs of exhaustion. When the sword energy on his shoulder turned, it soared into the sky, and the momentum became more magnificent and perfect, like this If one person were to deal with the woman who was proficient in formations, she might not be able to gain any advantage.
The man in the distance who was still guarding the car tent never got away. It was still thanks to the two large formations that Wen Yu had built up by draining his inner energy. They were connected with the three previous formations and forced the man's forehead to have blue veins popping out. More than that, he pressed the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, relying on his inner energy to resist the large formation in mid-air that looked like five mountains pressing down, and had no time to care about anything else.
In the car tent, Feng Changdu, whose face was burned by the charcoal fire, anxiously touched a piece of cold jade and put it on his face. It took a long time for the pain to subside. But when he looked back, he saw that the woman had been burned just now. The remaining energy from the car tent crashing into the broken wall was thrown aside, and he was about to pass out. His heart felt depressed again. He struggled to sit up and kicked the sleeping woman on the waist two or three times before sitting back down with a gasp. At that time, he rushed out of the car tent and cursed.
"Fan Xiangwu, you and I promised you that if we didn't offend the Immortal Family in the Mountains, you and the rest of the group would be safe. If today's matter cannot be resolved, I would like to invite the guest from my Feng family. New fertilizer can be added to the medicinal field at home.”
Although he behaved frivolously and frivolously every day, he was still the young master of the eight families in Nanli. Without thinking about it, he knew why the iron-cast carriage rose from the ground just now and crashed straight into the broken wall. For ordinary people, the practice of the Immortal Family is probably always hidden in the clouds, but for the Feng family, it is definitely not a rare thing. The Feng family's Keqing alone has several masters who have established themselves in the three realms, so they immediately It is clear in my heart.
When the rough man outside the car tent heard this, his expression became slightly lowered, and he looked towards the field again. The man with the broken arm gritted his teeth and cut off a piece of his clothes, and used one hand and his teeth to forcefully hold the blood. However, it was so painful that it would be difficult to inflict it on the other two people in the field. With the help of others, he sat down crookedly against the broken wall, barely able to scream; the two people in the field faced the young man, and they didn't even get the slightest advantage. The sword energy had already stuck to the two sword lights, suppressing them. The sword glowed violently, and he couldn't help but retreat again and again.
"Don't dare to disobey your master's orders."
The mangy man freed up his right palm and touched the center of his eyebrows with two fingers. It looked like he was moving briskly, but when he was about to touch the center of his eyebrows, he seemed to be taking on a lot of strength.
In the distance, Wen Yu saw all the reckless man's actions, and frowned slightly, but he didn't know the explanation. In the field, Yun Zhong had already cut off one person's head with his sword, and the blood wave rushed up several feet, and the other person couldn't dodge. , was struck in the waist and abdomen by the residual power of the sword energy, his feet flew into the air, and he was embedded in the outer wall of a building. He saw that the energy in his body was all green and yellow, and it was difficult to move.
It was clear that the situation in the field was excellent, but as the man put his two fingers between his eyebrows, several large formations that were still in the air were clearly invisible, and no one had ever seen the formation's eyes. At this moment, they exploded one after another. .
High in the sky, there is an earth dragon turning over and shattering the snow and dust.
The distance of tens of feet was no more than half a step when Fan Xiangwu held the machete and touched the center of his eyebrows with two fingers.
Yun Zhong took the sword firmly. The sword energy in his palm, which was like a surge of autumn tide, was suddenly shattered by the fierce force. A handful of blood spattered from the tiger's mouth of the right hand holding the sword, along with the entire arm and shoulder, and the muscles and bones in it were almost missing. It also caused the force to crack, causing him to retreat dozens of steps. The sweetness in his throat flashed away, and he was forced to suppress it.
Just the first cut.
When Fan Xiangwu drew out the sword, the clouds and mist brought from dozens of feet away had not yet dispersed. Seeing the young man forcibly swallowing the powerful force of the sword, he did not hesitate for a moment and put the long sword in his palm behind his back. Taking a step forward with one foot, the round sword came forward again, faster than the previous one.
There is nothing fancy, and there is no leakage of inner energy, only the light of the knife is as cold as the tide, and all the dust and snowflakes around it are swept into the light of the knife. The waves pile up, and the sound of striking iron can be heard one after another.
After this first attack, all the broken bluestone roads around had been torn apart by the sharp edge of the machete, and the blood and snowflakes were mixed together into mud.
The young man had been stabbed eighteen times. He originally held the sword with one hand, but now he had no choice but to hold the sword hilt with both hands. His arms were trembling, but he was able to block the continuous sword attacks with great difficulty, but it was still difficult to avoid the pain all over his body. There were several new wounds, but they actually withstood the arrogant man's overbearing sword light, which was like destroying everything.
"It's quite rare for someone from the Second Realm to be at your age." Fan Xiangwu exhaled a long breath of white air and put the machete weighing dozens of kilograms on his shoulder, looking a little dumb.
When I was wandering around the rivers and lakes, I met an old man who came down from the mountain by chance and was taught a magical power. Within a hundred breaths, I could press the whole body's inner energy into the limbs and bones. Although the inner energy cannot be used, the strength of the muscles, bones, skin, flesh, and shoulders can be increased dramatically, and the strength of the muscles, bones, skin, flesh, and shoulders can be greatly increased, opening monuments and cracking stones. Fighting tigers and bears is also out of the question. He even used this method to tear into pieces a disciple of the Immortal family who was already on the threshold of the three realms. Although every time he used it, his source would be damaged, he never failed.
Now this young man is just entering the second realm for the first time. Even if his foundation is solid, he can withstand such a force, which is extraordinary.
The young man straightened up with difficulty, spat out the blood that seeped out from between his teeth, and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his trembling hands, "Actually, if you hadn't poured the inner energy into my Dantian in a dark way in the inn, those four People will definitely not die so simply. They have been trapped in the fire for many days, and they never thought that they could be tempered by the cold inner aura of others, so they can relax."
Hearing this, Fan Xiangwu just smiled and rubbed his rough palm against his chin, "Those four people were just acquaintances by chance. They were the same subordinates of Mr. Feng like me. They were not very capable. Even if they died under your hands today, it would not matter. Very strange."
"Exchanging the lives of these four people for yours and the life of that woman is no loss to me."
The young man couldn't hold up his heavy body, so he sat down cross-legged, not caring that the people in front of him were still staring at him, and he felt comfortable and relaxed. This time the injury was indeed very serious, especially the muscles and bones of the right arm. He was now unconscious. Although the vital parts were not injured, all the internal energy in the Dantian was used to block the move of the reckless man just now. There was no trace left. As for now, the dull pain in my Dantian is unbearable, and it is difficult to stabilize my body.
Except for the fact that the sword box behind him was not damaged, no place around him was safe.
"The five of you have been doing evil in the Yizhang border for many years, and now you have clung to a very powerful master. Have you never thought that there will be consequences for you if you do evil things?"
The snow became more intense, and flakes of flying snow fell on the young man's bun and shoulders, as well as on the residual blood from the wounds on his chest and abdomen. At first, it melted very quickly, and after five or six breaths, it had turned into crystal ice, but the young man was still like this. Without realizing it, he still raised his eyes to look in the direction of the car tent and asked casually.
"Suppose there is a son or daughter in Xiongtai's family who was born deaf and mute. He really has nowhere to make a living. Fortunately, an innkeeper kindly asked him to work as a waiter, but he was abducted by a high-ranking son for no reason. How must he feel."
Fan Xiangwu looked at the young man in front of him with raised eyebrows, and said sarcastically: "Even when we are at the end of our rope, is it possible that you still want to delay with words? Grandpa's method can last for a hundred breaths of time, and only in the past... Thirty to fifty breaths is enough to take the lives of both of you."
"Of course I know you have something to rely on," the young man coughed twice, and some blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but there was clearly a smile on the corner of his mouth. He took this moment to take off the sword case behind him and put it carefully by his side. , looked up at the mangy man, "I just wanted to ask."
"My grandpa came from the same family. Perhaps because of poverty in the countryside, he always hopes to make his nephews prosperous. All rural families want to have boys, and no one ever regards girls as the capital to become rich in the future. ," Fan Xiangwu narrowed his eyes, but his expression was calm, "At that time, three people were born in my grandfather's house, all of them girls. It happened to be a drought that had not been seen in decades, and my parents gave up all their food rations. I, the three girls in front, who should be called the eldest sister, all starved to death."
"Therefore, grandpa will definitely not raise a girl. What I just said has nothing to do with grandpa."
The young man was slightly startled when he heard this and chuckled softly.
It turns out that the origin of playing the lute to a cow is not groundless.
It was the time for the young man to laugh, and Fan Xiangwu didn't want to delay any longer. He carried the machete on his shoulder and headed straight for the young man's face. The force was so heavy that the surrounding snow suddenly shook.
Wen Yu gritted her teeth on the Saddle Bridge. She still didn't feel the slightest movement of energy in her body. Instead, the world began to spin and she fell off the horse.
The knife did hit the young man, but it did not cut the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground into two pieces.
In the windy and snowy deserted street, a young man raised a hand covered with dust and blood, as if picking a flower, and grasped the blade of a knife that was half the length of a man.
The long sword that was swallowed by water and fire was inserted beside the young man's knee and sunk into the ground half of the pond. The shallow pit around the sword body was mixed with blood, water and flying flowers, just like a begonia caught in the frost in April, frozen on the branches.
It is clear that there is no sword in his hand, and the world is full of sword energy.
A long sword looked like an autumn lake, fluttering, shaking its head and tail, and poked its head out of the sword case on its own, wandering around the whole street, and then reluctantly disappeared into the young man's dantian.
The ink clouds turned pale, and the buildings and walls within a radius of ten miles were broken, and the houses and streets collapsed like mist in an instant.
The flying snow stopped.
The sky is bright.
