Chapter 197 Han Song enters the battle
The finger just pointed at the upper side of the swarthy young man's chest, and now that position feels as if it has been penetrated by pain. Every breath he takes is like walking into the lake in the cold winter, cautiously.
"The clown!"
Wu Hao looked at him mockingly, his whole aura completely changed, becoming cold and arrogant. A golden fire lotus grew between his fingers, spinning, opening and closing, beautiful and dangerous.
Seeing Wu Hao's eyes, Lin Fenghuo felt a little angry in his heart. A piece of white steam rose up from his body. When he looked carefully, he saw the flame-colored true energy attached to his body like a cloak. Then this true essence slowly penetrated into the skin and merged into the blood vessels, causing the blood vessels all over his body to Initiate light. Bright red veins appeared on his face and arms, making him look like a murderous god.
This move performed by Lin Fenghuo was exactly the famous stunt that earned him the name "Flame Blade" - Flowing Blade Beacon!
The dark-skinned young man slashed at Wu Hao. This sword was extremely fast. Even though Wu Hao had far better movement skills than him, he could not dodge this sword.
The flame in the red-clothed young man's hand was growing and extinguishing in an unpredictable manner. With a shake of his finger, the fire lotus quickly separated a petal and faced Lin Fenghuo's knife.
boom!
The petals exploded under the green fire knife, and the powerful air waves carried the fiery temperature, blowing the clothes of the two people tightly to their bodies, while the loose parts were violently thrown away behind them.
Lin Fenghuo, on the other hand, was also blocked from moving forward by the pressure caused by the strong gas explosion.
Wu Hao curled his lips slightly, and the fire lotus in front of him separated three more petals and attacked Lin Fenghuo.
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Zhao Feng and Qingzhu once again found the right opportunity and launched an attack on Ouyang Huanxi from the left and the right.
The move Zhao Feng used, "Playing with the Blue Water in the Pool," seemed ordinary on the surface, no different from a child's knife dance. But the strength of this move is that, like reaching into a pool to play with water, he can infiltrate his own internal energy into the opponent's body, and then induce his whole body's true energy in the opponent's body, disrupting the opponent's skills, and causing damage to the opponent. Severe internal injuries.
He also noticed that the technique used by Qingzhu was a sword technique that combines assault and defense breaking, "Sword Qingming Xuan Thorn". Although Qingzhu's hand is a short stick, the emerald green energy flowing on it has a certain lethality even against the powerful heroes.
However, the purpose of the two of them's flanking attack was not to hit with one hit, but to restrict Ouyang Huanxi's position.
Sure enough, Ouyang Huanxi was standing on the roof, playing the flute, and seemed to have no intention of confronting him head-on. He first pretended to duck back, and then quickly rushed forward.
Zhao Feng smiled when he saw this, changed his moves, and chased Ouyang Huanxi. Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to catch up with the opponent, but just when Ouyang Huanxi rushed out a foot and a foot away, a figure suddenly rushed out from under the eaves.
The man who suddenly appeared seemed to have predicted that Ouyang Huanxi would take this route. He simply tapped his finger on his chest and passed by him, immediately hiding in the darkness. This person who appeared and disappeared instantly was the poisonous bee that had been hiding in the dark.
At the same time that the poisonous bee succeeded in attacking, Zhao Feng and Qingzhu, who had originally changed direction, arrived just in time.
Qingzhu's short stick hit the opponent continuously, breaking through the opponent's defense first. Then Zhao Feng's long sword followed closely. He just touched the corner of the opponent's clothes, and then turned around and retreated with Qingzhu.
And just after they retreated, a sword light lit up in Ouyang Huanxi's hand!
This sword light, with its powerful sound and sharp edge, fell on the place where the two of them had just stood, directly cutting off the entire roof.
"This guy actually uses a sword?" Zhao Feng asked in surprise.
He looked at Ouyang Huanxi in the field and saw that he was holding most of the flute in his left hand and the other half in his right hand. A long and narrow sword stretched out from the front of the small flute.
Ouyang Huanxi used his inner strength to forcefully seal his injuries. He raised his chest and said to the three of them: "Maybe you don't understand. Playing the flute is just my hobby, and using the sword is my way of killing enemies. "
The sudden change made the three people in Qingzhu feel nervous.
"It's actually a flute sword." Qingzhu said.
At the same time, on the seventh floor of the teahouse, the man in Tsing Yi also noticed this scene and said, "As expected."
Then he heard the sound transmission from the spirit of the poisonous bee: "Hansong, can we leave? If we don't leave, the heroes will be cornered, and we will all have to live here today."
Yes, this man in green clothes is none other than Han Song. In the previous battle, he had been predicting Ouyang Huanxi's position and mobilized Qingzhu, Dufeng, and Zhao Feng to attack the opponent. I have to admit that his command is effective. If the other three people only fight individually, it is impossible to delay it until now.
After hearing the poisonous bee's words, Hansong replied with his soul: "We have already entered the game. When we retreat, it will be the time when the opponent closes the net. Rather than facing all their trump cards at the end, it is better to fight before they close the net. Let’s destroy a few for them first.”
Zhao Feng also heard their conversation. His eyes fell into memories, and then became ruthless and firm. The hand holding the long knife couldn't help but tighten a little harder.
He will never forget the last time he saw Zhao Yuntian, and he will never forget his enemy - the inner sect elder of Luo Yunzong, Zhou Yuanyi.
Now is not the time for revenge. His strength is still completely unable to compete with his enemies. So today he has been restraining himself from thinking about these things. But Han Song's words reminded him of his hatred.
If he could take this opportunity to bleed Luo Yunzong, he would be happy to participate.
With this thought in mind, Zhao Feng slowly circled Ouyang Huanxi, waiting for Han Song's instructions at any time.
I saw Ouyang Huanxi clenching the flute sword in his hand and quickly throwing several sword flowers in the air. The long and narrow sword has some specific lines carved on it, and several holes are also opened according to certain rules. This caused the flute sword to make several sharp and crisp sounds when it cut the air.
And when these sounds are connected together, they sound musically beautiful, as if they are the reappearance of the flute sound that just disappeared.
"Third of the Five Soul-Removing Songs—Recalling Past Dreams!"
At the same time, Zhao Feng also heard Han Song's instructions: "This is a move to quickly change positions. Qingzhu and Zhao Feng gathered together and listened closely to my instructions."
Ouyang Huanxi danced the flute and sword in his hand, cutting through the air around him gracefully, playing a sad and grand piece of music.
(End of chapter)
