Looking back at the man named Xiaowu, Fu Yunge twisted his neck and swung his sword across the field with cold light, preparing to fight.
The two sides are fighting, suddenly and on the verge of breaking out.
The scimitar opened up a crescent cold front, welcoming Fu Yunge's face. The howling wind flew backwards against the blade, extremely fast, like thunder.
Fu Yunge peered coldly, and at the same time told Tumi behind him to step back.
In the blink of an eye, the scimitar arrived, and Fu Yunge's long-simmering vitality instantly burst out from the end of the sword. The sharp edge hooked through the curve of the scimitar and swirled only two inches above his head.
Tumi was startled and quickly hid behind him. Fortunately, Xiaowu's attention was not on her. With a probing move, his mind was entirely focused on this young man who was similar to him.
Fu Yunge turned his wrist, and the blades of the sword were entangled in the air, making a clanging sound.
In an instant, he saw Xiaowu arching her body, as if she was about to rush towards him. He whirled around with energy, flicked his wrist in that direction, and the scimitar immediately struck back towards Xiaowu.
The scimitar circling at high speed was like the waxing and waning moon. Seeing the weapon coming, Xiao Wu immediately stood on tiptoes to gather strength and jumped up.
At a height in the air, he stepped on the flying scimitar at the same time. His body spun dexterously and he had already grasped the handle of the scimitar.
In another moment, he used the momentum of his fall to slash down at Fu Yunge.
"Okay!" Fu Yunge couldn't help but admire him softly when he saw his smooth flow.
Seeing that he was about to kill him, Fu Yunge had the same luck with his sword and palm, and all the internal energy secrets he had accumulated for a long time were transformed into refined insights at this moment.
Immediately, the Qihai Zhenqi was mobilized, half of it was put on the sword, and the other half was condensed in the palm. Suddenly, there was a sudden surge of air, and his sleeves gradually bulged up, like howling in a wind tunnel.
He did as he pleased, taking advantage of the infusion of true energy, his sword danced like flying, and his eyes fell at the same time as Xiaowu!
In an instant, at a speed that was difficult for others to see clearly, there was a series of crashing sounds in the air, as loud as the legato of a pierced ring, and at the same time clusters of blue light and blue lightning flashed, crackling endlessly.
The steps of the two people suddenly moved forward and backward, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. In the end, they were evenly matched, and they both stopped at the same time, looking like dead trees.
Xiaowu stared at Fu Yunge's pupils through the gap between the swords. It reflects oneself, and also reflects a rare sense of contentment and wantonness.
Fu Yunge took a breath, but he didn't plan to end it like this.
Suddenly, the wind in his palm that had been suppressed for a long time rose up, and he was seen holding the sword in one hand, as steady as a rock, and waiting for the opportunity to move forward with the other hand!
Xiao Wu's expression changed coldly, but she made a quick judgment.
In an instant, he pulled out his hand, and his five fingers were filled with true energy, igniting a burst of gray mist.
At the same time, Fu Yunge's palm was already approaching. He immediately pushed his palm forward, and his five fingers began to tremble dexterously, like plucking a string.
In an instant, the two competed, each shocked.
Xiaowu's fingers touched Fu Yunge's palm, but he did not use force to break the force. Instead, he used agile fingering techniques. In a series of actions of picking, buckling and twisting, he just melted away a lot of the energy in Fu Yunge's palm. .
Fu Yunge simultaneously flipped his palms to change his moves, while Xiao Wu followed suit. In a small space, the fight between the two was extremely thrilling. If you are not careful, your life will also be taken away.
Finally, the two people's moves changed again and again, and they were approaching exhaustion. Fu Yunge and Xiao Wu used their strength at the same time, and fierce opposing air currents emitted from their swords, pushing each other several feet away.
Tumi stood not far away, watching the fight between the two, and his palms were already wet.
She believed that Fu Yunge would definitely win.
The two people in the center of her eyes were looking at each other coldly, but they both admired each other.
"The pipa finger is so smooth, your martial arts is not bad." Fu Yunge glanced at his red palm, raised his head and said.
Xiao Wu put his hands behind his back and curled up his joints a few times, but there was still a dull pain. This was the result of forcibly imbuing Yunge with Qi.
"You're not bad either. I didn't expect it." He raised his head and said calmly.
Fu Yunge glanced not far away and found that Yu Zichai and his senior had disappeared. It seemed that they had been shot elsewhere.
The sound of fighting in my ears was far away and near, and I couldn't tell where it was. He stopped thinking too much and focused on the battle situation in front of him.
"Then, continue to ask for advice." He opened the sword sideways and took a shallow breath.
Xiaowu also got into position, preparing for the second round of life and death.
"For my lord's sake, please stay here and save your life."
At the other end, some distance away from Fu Yunge and the others, Yu Zichai and Lang Chenyan had already reached the wilderness on the side of Lanyung Pavilion.
Not far away is the cliff, which is the most suitable place for a decisive battle. The lights in the distance dimmed and seemed like nothing.
In the meantime, they can have a wild fight!
They didn't speak to each other, they were full of energy and power, and they had been going back and forth for dozens of rounds.
Yu Zichai's moves are better than before, and the poisonous gas is still lingering. Even though he lost an arm, he was still brave enough for all men.
The same goes for Lang Chenyan, an angry look took over his eyebrows, and the full burst of power was overbearing and unprovoked. The moves of the two split rocks and cut off the ground. Yellow dust overflowed, making them unstoppable!
As the night went on, the two of them fought more and more crazily. Crazy Wolf's sword was more powerful than a thousand swords, and every time the sword fell, it caused a tremor on the ground.
Yu Zichai is assisted by medicinal power, and the flying evil sword makes him even more crazy. The flying figure is like a bat gliding, and the angle of each move is extremely weird, like bloody fangs.
"Black Rain Swordsman, go to hell!" He screamed in a strange voice, his sanity seemed to be gradually being swallowed up.
Lang Chenyan's eyes were locked on his whereabouts, and the sword was flying like an endless wave, locking in life in all directions.
