Sun Zhujin, who had long been unable to control himself, received Zhao Fei's order and grabbed Feng Li from behind like an evil eagle pouncing on food.
"Feng Li, be careful." Seeing Sun Zhujin's sudden attack, Mu Hanlei flew up and waved her palms.
Mu Hanlei's palm power was like flying flowers spinning, while Sun Zhujin's claw skills were simple yet fierce. The moment the two met in the air, they had exchanged several moves.
"I didn't expect that after knowing each other for so long, I didn't realize that your palm skills are so exquisite." When the two of them were exhausted and falling, the hook formed by Sun Zhu's middle and index fingers suddenly exerted force and swept towards Mu Hanlei's face. .
Mu Hanlei didn't expect that Sun Zhujin would be able to attack when he was down, so she had to dodge with her face turned sideways. She saw blood splashing in the air, and the sharp claw tips still brushed against her fair skin.
"Oh my! It's true that Zhu Jin doesn't know how to show mercy at all." Facing the unprecedented fierce battle, Zhao Fei didn't seem to take it to heart at all, and was still in the mood to tease him.
"I haven't seen through him at all in these years." Mu Hanlei had the same idea as Sun Zhujin, but she couldn't think about the current situation.
"Long Huai! And the man in black, if you don't want to die here, it's best to go together." The moment Mu Hanlei's feet landed on the ground, the short blade at her waist was unsheathed, and she stabbed Sun Zhujin with a sword as fast as a sword. .
The woman in black has also been looking for an opportunity to escape. Seeing the man in black being restrained by the masked man, Sun Zhujin and Mu Hanlei had their hands on each other. It was the best time to escape, but she was stopped by Mu Hanlei's shout. It was destroyed, and my heart suddenly became filled with anger.
"Niece! Ignore him, let's go back." Although Long Huai sealed several important points in his body after being poisoned, the pain became more and more unbearable. If he didn't receive treatment, he might really have to hand over his life here. Thinking of this, It's no longer like here, unfolding your body and turning back.
"Uncle Long, no!" The woman in black saw that Long Huai didn't consult with her, so she acted alone, feeling vaguely bad in her heart.
"Get away!" Long Huai saw Zhao Fei blocking the only way to pass the next pontoon bridge. He couldn't help being furious and pushed out with all his strength with his palms.
"Bang!" Long Huai's palms that gathered strength hit the target easily, but he was not happy at all, because Zhao Fei had two red swords in front of him at some point, and his fists He hit the intersection of the two knives heavily, causing blood to flow from his wrist.
"The smell of blood is so nostalgic." Zhao Fei blocked Long Huai's powerful blow with only two swords, with a ferocious smile on his face: "These palms must have at least ten years of skill! Yes, I Accepted."
Zhao Fei's hands holding the knife exerted force to push Long Huai a step away, and then the two swords struck his wrist like a storm.
"Not good!" Long Huai secretly shouted that something was wrong. He didn't care about his unstable footing. After a stagger, he retracted his palms and took advantage of the momentum to retreat.
"Two dragons strangled!" Zhao Fei's two swords were divided, and his left and right hands pushed rapidly at the same time. The two red dragon-shaped swords on both sides crossed like scissors and went straight to Long Huai's arms.
"Wow!" Long Huai screamed, and both arms left his body and flew into the air. Zhao Fei seemed to feel that it was not enough, and swung out his two swords in succession.
The shadows of two soldiers holding single swords passed through the air in a straight line at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Long Huai screamed again and fell off the pontoon.
"Oops! I haven't used this armored soldier charge for a long time, and it actually made the person who was slashed feel something." Zhao Fei looked at the double swords in his hands and sighed: "If it was ten years ago, he should have died more comfortably. Bar."
"Are you going to break it off?" On the other side, the fight between the man in black and the man in the mask has also reached a fever pitch. Although he admired the masked man's skills, the man in black did not show any mercy and flew forward to strike with a palm. out.
"Bind!" The masked man hit the vine behind the scorpion and couldn't retract it for a moment. Seeing that the blow was inevitable, he suddenly stretched his right palm forward.
The man in black stopped inexplicably amid the masked man's ventriloquism, and his body was tightly wrapped around by the sudden appearance of vines.
"How could it be? When exactly was it?" The man in black looked at the vines tied to his body in surprise, with a look of shock on his face.
The masked man ignored the question. The moment the man in black was attacked, he spread out his body and hurried forward, not even taking a glance at Xu Yunjin who fell to the ground and the frightened Wei Hanwen.
"Zhu Jin! Go and support Scorpion. Don't let that person run away. Leave it to me." Even though Zhao Fei is fat, his body skills are really strong. He waved his two swords towards Mu Hanlei's back Hack away.
The fact that Zhao Fei killed Long Huai with one move was so shocking that it made Mu Hanlei extremely afraid. Although he was fighting with Sun Zhujin, he was always on guard in his mind. At this moment, he heard the strong sword roaring from behind and hurriedly Leap into the air.
Sun Zhujin took advantage of Zhao Fei's sword to get rid of Mu Hanlei's entanglement and quickly moved towards the masked man.
"Damn it, you dare to ignore me!" A nameless anger burned in the heart of the man in black, and light blue energy also appeared on the surface of his body: "You think a broken vine can trap you me?"
"Hmm!" Just when the man in black was concentrating his energy and trying to break free, he felt his body go numb, and the energy he had just gathered seemed to be vented and slowly dissipated.
"Poison? Is this vine actually poisonous?" The man in black was an expert at using poison himself, but now he accidentally got into the trap of others, and his heart suddenly became full of mixed feelings.
"This guy is really a ruthless person!" When Sun Zhujin saw the masked man abandoning Xu and Yun and running away, he immediately speeded up and followed him.
"I can't believe that after so many years of practice, I still haven't made any progress." The man in black seemed to be demented, standing still, his thoughts surging.
"Look, this is the family secret, there is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty!" In the spring-filled courtyard, a man in his forties with a long beard used his fists and palms at the same time. Wherever his energy went, sand and rocks flew, and the wind blew through the clouds.
"Ha, ah!" But the boy watching kept yawning and playing with a black caterpillar in his hand, seemingly uninterested in what he saw.
"Drink!" The forty-year-old man became more martial, soared into the sky, clasped his palms together, and formed a huge Kun with his powerful energy.
"Father! I see that you have been practicing for ten years, but you still haven't reached the state of transformation!" The young man was still playing with the caterpillar in his hand, but he knew all the movements of the forty-year-old man very well, and said slowly: "Besides, my child is very familiar with this art." I don’t like the exercises very much, why does my father have to ask me to learn them?”
"How many people in the world want to learn this skill but have no way, but you are in the midst of blessings and don't know how to be blessed." When the man in his forties heard the young man's words, he immediately became furious, stopped his martial arts, and scolded: "Look Go ahead, no matter how old you are, your father will definitely practice this skill to the ultimate state."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" The young man looked mature and smiled at the forty-year-old man: "There are fishes in the North Ming Dynasty that are opening and closing, and the requirements for cultivators are extremely high!"
"You brat, are you questioning your father's integrity?" The forty-year-old man was almost stunned by the young man and stared at him with wide eyes.
"No! My father's bones are not bad, and he is very suitable for practicing this Beiming Youyu." The young man paused deliberately and said, "But..."
"But what?" The forty-year-old man couldn't help but asked when he saw that the young man had actually learned how to show off.
"Father, do you think Beiming Youyu can really practice this skill just by relying on Shangjia's root bones?" The young man shook his index finger at the forty-year-old man: "From a child's point of view, the root bones are just a basic requirement. To do this skill To practice to the transformation state, you must have a high level of spirituality.”
"You brat, you've been practicing for so long and you can't even gather your strength, so what qualifications do you have to judge?" The man in his forties obviously disagreed with the young man's words and scolded him.
"So I'm not interested in this set of ancestral skills." The young man said while playing with the caterpillar in his hand: "There is really no point in using brute force? When fighting against others, the important thing is the mind and the opponent. Playing with the control between the palms of my hands; just like this caterpillar, as long as my palms follow its movement trajectory, it will not be able to escape."
"You little bastard, stop dreaming. You are not this good." The forty-year-old man hit the young man on the head hard and cursed: "It is better to practice the family inherited skills honestly."
"Hey! My father is really overbearing. How do you know I'm not this good?" The young man was knocked and stared at his father unconvinced.
"Hmph! You are just deliberately chasing the trajectory of the caterpillar, and you have never thought about how to change from passive to active control. Do you think you are the material?" The forty-year-old man scolded: "You are still fighting against the enemy. Nowadays, if you want to control others, if you don't have special skills, it's all just talk. You must know that strength is the basis of all control."
"Is strength the basis of all control?" The man in black thought of his disdain for the inherited martial arts in his early years and his father's persuasion, and laughed at himself: "Could it be that all the efforts I have made over the years are in the wrong direction? Of?"
"No! I remember that my father has been working hard for the goal of practicing the skills to the state of transformation, and he still thought about it until his death." The man in black thought about his father's persistent eyes before he died, and his belief in his heart was strengthened: "Then I As your son, what reason do you have to give up?"
"Drink!" The man in black regained consciousness suddenly, and after a loud shout, the vines tied to his body broke.
"Is this?" The man in black picked up the green particles that fell off the vine and looked at it carefully: "So that's what this guy planned from the beginning."
"Hmph! How can I let you go with such an interesting opponent?" The man in black no longer paid attention to the wailing Wei Hanwen, and spread out his body to chase the masked man's escape trajectory.
Zhao Fei's sword technique was powerful and powerful. Mu Hanlei tried her best to move around, but she was still at a disadvantage.
"Shopkeeper, let me help you!" Seeing Mu Hanlei being pressed hard by two swords, Feng Li wanted to put down Yanran on his back and step forward to help.
"No!" Mu Hanlei dodged and shook her head at Feng Li: "Don't forget our purpose at this time."
"Want to save people? From Zhao's point of view, it's better to worry about yourself." Zhao Fei changed his hands with his swords in the air, held the handles behind his back and swung them rapidly. Dozens of blood-red swords struck Mu Hanlei like a bloodthirsty devil. .
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