After Jinguancheng and his party, Xing Zuo had no good impression of the woman who was a sword cultivator.
At this moment, he had the intention of a quick battle, and Xing Zuo never gave Huaifenghua any chance to breathe. Although every time he stepped forward in staggered steps, it seemed that he was moving as fast as the wind without touching his feet, but inside he was actually bending his knees and lunging, striving to With each step, he used the soles of his feet to grasp the ground firmly, ensuring that he could sink his waist into his shoulders and reach out to his wrists. Therefore, before he dropped a stick, he must have left deep footprints on the ground.
And his stick technique was like a dragon in the air, or it could be smashed on the head, with the power of breaking stones, or it could sweep in a circle, with the power of cutting down thousands of armies. He kept moving forward, while Huaifenghua could only Back away.
The first ten moves of Huai Feng Hua were relatively easy to deal with, and he was even able to spot the space and deliver a perfect counterattack. However, the unreasonableness of Xing Zuo's continuous stick techniques gradually became apparent. As he moved further back, the strength of his stick It would be aggravated. After Huaifenghua tried to block with the sword once but was almost defeated, she just used the sword and the sword to mainly guide the iron rod towards the ground with great force.
So at this time, around the two of them, not only was the night fog very painful, but there were also a lot of mud particles rolled up by the stick head, the sound of metal being ripped was continuous, and sparks were disintegrating like meteors in the night fog. .
Xing Zuo didn't calculate the distance between the forward and backward steps, or how many steps he had taken, but he clearly knew that his Qi had passed through seventeen hidden acupoints in his body, and the flow was accelerating. Seventeen times!
This continuous stick technique is called the Eighteen Journeys of the Dragon's Journey to the Sea. Now that it has gone seventeen times, it is time to end.
Xing stepped forward with his left and right feet, his steps and posture were the same as before, but his chest suddenly sunk when he stepped out with his right foot. After the Qi in the body broke through to the eighteenth acupoint, the circulation speed reached the limit, and the thick fog also It was at this moment that he rolled back around him.
Huaifenghua was shocked. The secret passage finally came from. She could hear the opponent's Qi flowing and pulling the Qi to surge like a dragon's roar. She no longer retreated blindly. She took a step back with her right foot and dug her heel into the ground. She instantly raised the sword in her right hand. forward.
Xing Zuo held the stick in both hands, raised it above his head, and pressed the head of the stick against his heel, making a soft "click" sound. The stick appeared like a full moon, and its power at first seemed a bit weaker than before. , but when the iron rod made of cold iron was higher than the head and in line with Xing Zuo, the momentum changed suddenly. Every time it fell an inch towards Huaifenghua, it added another stick like before, until it was three feet away from Huaifenghua's head. At this time, it is already more powerful than all previous moves!
Huaifenghua's face was pale, and she was locked by the outflowing Qi. If she tried to escape, she would die faster. She bit the tip of her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the sword. She raised her left hand tremblingly and put her fingers on her left shoulder. , making a gesture from bottom to top on the sword.
A wave of sword intent seemed to be reborn and strong, rising into the sky in an instant. Before Xing Zuo's stick fell half an inch closer, the true energy was also raging out of Huaifenghua's body, and Huaifenghua could no longer take care of it. Suppressing the Qi in his body that was about to collapse, he just wanted to be able to block Xing Zuo's charged stick.
"It's over." Murong Xing, who was more than ten feet away, had a calm expression and a touch of comfort in his eyes.
"Boom——"
If Huai Feng Hua's sword that stood up despite the collapse of her energy was called a big tree towering toward the sky, then Xing Zuo's divine and energetic stick was like a giant dragon falling from the sky straight to the top of the tree.
The blood on her shoulder continued, and the tiger's mouth holding the sword was also bloody. Huaifenghua squinted her eyes and closed her lips tightly. The blood overflowed from the gap between her lips and she didn't care. Although her body became more and more stooped, she was still strong. Hold on and don't want to take another half step back,
Tonight's situation is just the worst one could have expected. There is nothing to be afraid of. It's just a pity that my two apprentices are safe. Although their lives are safe, they ultimately lack freedom...
Huaifenghua's eyes were sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like candles swaying in the wind. Xing Zuo sneered, "Can't you hold on so soon?"
At this moment, he only felt a little frustrated and unspeakably happy. He snorted coldly, and the Qi machine pulled the true energy out of his wrist at an accelerated speed. He only heard a crisp sound.
The green wood sword in Huaifenghua's hand, which symbolized the identity of the owner of Wanhua Valley, was broken.
Surrounded by the soaring sword intent, the Green Wood Sword was too hard, but it was too hard to break easily.
Xing Zuo's eyes showed the faint satisfaction of repairing his Taoist heart. It seemed that not just any female swordsman could be as good as that person, he had finally met a master.
At this moment, the confidence he had lost in Ye Yun's hands was regained in Huaifenghua's hands. He lost his mind about winning and lost. He should have smashed Huaifenghua's head with a stick, but he remembered Murong Yin's reminder. He turned in one direction, ready to break this woman's proud shoulders.
"Bastard!" When the Qingmu Sword was interrupted, Zhang Shaoyao was so anxious that she almost burst into tears. She wanted to rush towards Huaifenghua regardless of the situation. The sword force in Geng Jian's hand immediately changed, and her steps stopped behind her. Circles were drawn around her body, and she was surrounded by continuous sword moves.
Maybe it's a reflection of knowing that you are going to lose and die?
The two of them were close at hand. Xing Zuo looked at Huaifenghua's bright eyes and regretted for no reason that he had not smashed her face. What was the teasing look in her eyes?
"Master, no!" Zhang Shaoyao saw Huaifenghua's last move and shouted in fear to stop him.
The Green Wood Sword Sutra takes "the sword can reach the sky" as its basic meaning, but it records a strange sword move. Zhang Shaoyao clearly remembers that it says: "The earthworm shakes the tree, it is respectable but does not overestimate it, and it is the sword's energy to not overestimate it." evergreen."
When she first practiced this move, Huaifenghua once said that it was a sword that burned her own essence and blood. Even if she was at a disadvantage when facing the enemy, she should never try it easily until she was in a certain death situation.
"Master, is the situation really that bad?" Zhang Shaoyao felt sad.
And seven or eight feet away, when Huaifenghua held the broken sword with both hands, Xing Zuo also began to feel something strange, especially when the blood poured from Huaifenghua's hands to mold the sword body, he could feel a transcendent spiritual life. The sword power of the realm is gathered in front of you.
This made him extremely unhappy, especially when scenes of Jinguan City appeared in his mind unconsciously, which directly made his eyebrows ache.
In the blink of an eye, his thoughts were changing. Although he was afraid of what the ungrateful bastard woman in front of him would do at the cost of his life, Xing Zuo knew that his stick was at its peak and there was no room for stopping it.
He took another half step before the Huaifeng Huajian was completed. He bit the root of his tongue and circulated his Qi in a unique way. He forced it to circulate half a circle in an "outrageous" way. The stick that had already accumulated to its peak, unexpectedly He sped up another half minute before landing on Huaifenghua's shoulder, just in time for Huaifenghua's overestimating sword to hit the target.
At this moment, there was only a hint of regret in Huaifenghua's eyes. If it weren't for the point-to-point competition between masters, it would really be a matter of life and death. It was just to see who had more trump cards and who could fight harder.
Unfortunately, even after activating the spirit mist formation, she still underestimated Murong Xing's thoughtfulness.
It's over, this was the thought that came to everyone's mind.
Murong Xiuming clung to the raised stone with one hand and hugged Ning Chu's slender waist with the other hand. He looked at the fisherman who suddenly stopped and asked immediately: "Is it over? How is Senior Sister Ning's master doing? ?”
After finishing speaking, he looked at Ning Chu, who was looking at him coldly, with a bit of flattery and helplessness.
Ning Chu woke up earlier than the fisherman expected. When she woke up, she found that her true energy had been blocked. She actually started to become silent without saying a word. Far more than the simple Zhang Shaoyao, she knew that the world was complicated and people's hearts were sinister, and she even endured it. The hand on his waist no longer remained silent after Murong Xiuming spoke out, and said coldly: "Since you want to control me and make me listen to you, you must ensure the safety of my master and junior sister. "
Lei Dian snorted coldly, asking him, an old man of eighty or ninety years old, to go up and down the mountain and enter the spiritual mist array. He didn't feel comfortable at all. This little girl was still making bullshit terms.
He looked at the fisherman whose eyes had been moving, looked in that direction, and said depressedly: "Is it over? If anything happens, just tell me. Are you a fisherman really a fool?"
The fisherman frowned slightly, and as soon as his fingers on the stone were loosened, he fell down several feet. Lei Dian followed his pace with an angry look on his face. Only when his eyes turned to the fisherman again did the fisherman seem to react and said. : "It's not over yet. The situation has changed. I thought a small fish came, but it turned out that the small fish turned into a big fish in a short period of time."
"Big fish?" Murong Xiu Ming raised his narrow eyebrows slightly.
"The rising momentum of Qi Machine is undoubtedly first-class."
Lei Dian's expression darkened, and he glanced at Ning Chu, who was also a little confused, "You guys in Wanhua Valley seem to have made a lot of good connections."
Just as several people on the mountain wall were thinking, speeding up their descent in the fog, in the camp, Murong Xing, who thought it was over, immediately looked in a certain direction.
The next moment, everyone in the field noticed that there was originally a military tent less than seven feet away from Xing Zuo. At this time, in the blind corner of the military tent's field of vision, a shadow moved!
Murong Yin narrowed his eyes slightly. This person was hiding in the dark. He was so close to him, but he had not noticed his movements before. His concealment ability was not weak. It was indeed a surprise.
But soon, Murong Xing's eyes changed from surprise to calmness.
Although the strength of his powerful body was severely reduced due to the unavailability of his powerful true energy, this did not affect Murong Xing's spiritual vision at all. This man's movement skills came from the Hidden Valley, but as of now, he is only a third-level cultivation level. If this person is still so reckless and rushes directly to Xing Zuo, trying to save Huai Fenghua is nothing more than taking the initiative to add a dead soul to Xing Zuo's stick.
At this time, Xing Zuo, who was the focus of the field, had obviously noticed the person coming from the diagonal stab. His movements instinctively choked him for a moment, but the next moment his face was full of anger. An ignorant kid of the third grade rushed to die without finding anyone. Good time!
Xing Zuo squinted his eyes. He could become Bai Hao's right-hand man and he was not a simple and brainless fool. After confirming again and again, even though it took a lot of energy, he also came up with the calculation after a suffocation that he could drop the stick first before it was too late. .
The strong wind tore the clothes and then tore the flesh and blood on the shoulder. Under Xing Zuo's ferocious gaze, even the three-inch gap between the head of the iron rod and Huaifenghua's shoulder disappeared. It seemed that the next moment was a bright scene of broken bones and tendons.
Xing Zuo's left rib felt a sudden pain, as if he had swallowed charcoal fire alive. Then he found that his vision was also rising uncontrollably. Feeling the long-lost sword intent raging in his body, he let out a shrill cry. Scream.
