Hei Feng and Hei Lin had sinister smiles on their faces, and murderous intent suddenly emerged in their hearts.
They each used ruthless moves and pounced on Fu Tianpeng and the others.
Here, Heilin's footsteps were like wind and clouds, and his body was flashing with lightning. He struck the mountain with a rainbow sword, and the sweeping sword energy tightly covered Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing.
Fu Tianpeng didn't panic and slashed through the empty mountain with his sword.
Qingqing disappeared in a flash, and then appeared in front of Heilin, slapping his chest with both palms.
Heilin's eyes flashed sharply, his feet stopped, and he flew into the air. The long sword in his hand pierced Qingqing's heart with a fierce sword light.
A bright light flashed in Fu Tianpeng's eyes, he slammed his right foot on the ground, and shot out like an arrow from a string. The big knife in his hand slashed diagonally, directly taking Hei Lin's head.
Heilin's figure flickered, and he disappeared from the place like a ghost.
The next moment, he was behind Qing Qing, raised his right hand, and there was a long whip in his hand.
This long whip was dark green in color, with fine scales on it, and there were sharp barbs on the tip of the whip. It shone with cold light and was filled with cold murderous intent.
Qingqing's face was extremely solemn, as he saw that the long whip was about to pierce his vest.
At this moment, Qingqing suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes full of perseverance, she made fists with both hands, aimed at Hei Lin's chest and struck hard!
With a muffled sound, Heilin was beaten back several steps, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Heilin didn't expect Qingqing to use this method to resist his attack, and there was a look of shock in his eyes.
At this time, Fu Tianpeng on the side snorted coldly, waved his sword again, and headed straight for the black forest.
Heilin's eyes flashed sharply, he gritted his teeth and charged forward again.
The two men fought together again.
Fu Tianpeng's sword skills are very fast and his moves are simple and direct.
But each knife was extremely powerful, making Heilin feel a huge sense of oppression.
Heilin knew that he could never resist forcefully and could only rely on flexibility to dodge.
However, Fu Tianpeng's offensive was too fierce and domineering, with every knife aimed directly at his vital points, forcing him to retreat step by step.
Hei Lin narrowed his eyes, flicked his wrist, and whipped a long whip towards Fu Tianpeng.
Fu Tianpeng raised the sword in his hand and flicked the long whip away.
Fu Tianpeng kicked his feet, and his whole body turned into a meteor, rushing towards Heilin.
Hei Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped lightly, and retreated sharply. The long whip in his hand wrapped around Fu Tianpeng's legs and feet again, pulling him back.
Fu Tianpeng paused and swung his broadsword violently. Hei Lin's wrist trembled, and the long whip in his hand flew out of his hand and flew to the tree trunk aside.
At the same time, his figure had already approached Fu Tianpeng's side, clapped his palms together, and struck Fu Tianpeng with a strong wind.
Fu Tianpeng swung his sword and blocked all the palms.
Hei Lin paused and stamped his right foot on the ground. He disappeared in an instant and reappeared the next moment, already behind Fu Tianpeng.
Fu Tianpeng's eyes darkened, and he turned around and swung his knife towards Hei Lin's neck.
Hei Lin sneered, swung the long whip in his hand, and wrapped Fu Tianpeng's sword shaft.
Fu Tianpeng was furious, he shook his arms hard, and the long knife in his hand suddenly came out, slashing Hei Lin's neck with a sharp and unparalleled sword energy.
Hei Lin did not dare to fight head on, and kept retreating, avoiding Fu Tianpeng's fatal blow.
A flash of cruelty flashed in Heilin's eyes, he twisted his body suddenly, and whipped out the whip in his hand again, heading straight for Fu Tianpeng's waist.
Fu Tianpeng did not retreat but moved forward, slashing across with the big knife in his hand, heading straight for Hei Lin's lower abdomen.
A flash of horror flashed in Hei Lin's eyes, and the long whip in his hand suddenly shrank, turning into a spiritual snake that tightly wrapped around Fu Tianpeng's sword.
Fu Tianpeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled out the long whip with force with his wrist.
At this time, Qingqing rushed from behind, and the clear water sword in his hand stabbed Heilin's throat with a sharp white light.
Heilin's eyes flashed, his whip loosened, and he took a few steps back again to avoid this fatal blow.
The Qingshui Sword in Qingqing's hand made a shallow cut on Heilin's clothes, but it did not hurt the flesh.
Fu Tianpeng's eyes flashed coldly, he stamped his feet violently, and he quickly chased after him like an arrow from a string.
The two of them were going back and forth, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.
Heilin's eyes flashed sharply, and he stamped his feet violently. He rushed towards Fu Tianpeng like a cannonball, and the long whip in his hand was rolled up like a snake.
Fu Tianpeng leaned back to avoid Hei Lin's long whip. He swung the sword in his hand and struck straight at Hei Lin's head.
Heilin turned his body to avoid Fu Tianpeng's blow, and the whip in his hand struck Fu Tianpeng's waist again.
Fu Tianpeng slipped his feet, grabbed the whip, and brought the sword down, hitting Hei Lin's head.
A flash of horror flashed in Heilin's eyes, and he hurriedly hid to the left.
Fu Tianpeng's long knife turned in the air and plunged straight into Hei Lin's left shoulder, causing a burst of sparks.
Hei Lin dwarfed his body and pushed his hands outward. Fu Tianpeng's blade slashed directly against his arm, slicing off a piece of his left arm.
"Ah~~" Heilin screamed and staggered.
Fu Tianpeng swung the big knife in his hand again and stabbed Hei Lin in the chest.
Heilin stepped back continuously, waving his hands repeatedly to block Fu Tianpeng's long knife in his chest.
Fu Tianpeng kept moving, his feet staggered, and his body moved forward again. The big knife in his hand drew a series of afterimages in the air, reaching straight for Hei Lin's throat.
Hei Lin shortened his body and avoided the fatal blow. The long whip in his hand wrapped around him again, trying to tie up Fu Tianpeng.
However, Fu Tianpeng reacted faster. He stepped forward, moved his body forward again, and swung the sword in his hand again, breaking all of Heilin's long whip.
Hei Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, and a strong sense of crisis arose spontaneously.
The blue wave sword in Fu Tianpeng's hand was like a dragon coming out of the cave, carrying a gust of wind, and headed straight for the throat of Heilin.
Hei Lin's eyes narrowed, and he jumped up like a cannonball several meters away, avoiding Fu Tianpeng's fatal blow.
A cold light flashed in Fu Tianpeng's eyes, his body spun a few times in mid-air, and he rushed towards the black forest again.
Heilin's eyes flashed coldly, he stamped his feet and flew backwards.
Fu Tianpeng jumped up, and the knife in his hand turned into an afterimage, stabbing towards Hei Lin's heart.
Heilin changed his position and turned his body to the left, avoiding Fu Tianpeng's fatal blow.
With a "bang" sound, the big knife in Fu Tianpeng's hand struck the ground, leaving a deep pit.
As soon as Hei Lin's body hit the ground, he was cut in half by the big knife in Fu Tianpeng's hand.
Heilin's body fell to the ground, blood staining the ground red.
Hei Feng, who was fighting on the side, couldn't help but feel angry when he saw this.
At this time, Hei Feng's eyes were spitting fire, and he slashed Zhao Xueqing with his sword.
The Chanjuan sword in Zhao Xueqing's hand danced, blocking all Black Wind's attacks.
Hei Feng's eyes narrowed, he roared, his body swayed, and he arrived in front of Zhao Xueqing in an instant.
Heifeng swung the big knife in his hand and slashed towards Zhao Xueqing's neck.
Zhao Xueqing rolled her body backwards and escaped the fatal blow.
"Shua!" With a sound, Heifeng waved the big knife in his hand again.
Heifeng dodged and chased Zhao Xueqing again.
A cold look flashed across Zhao Xueqing's face, and the sword in her hand shook, directly facing Hei Feng's sword.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Heifeng's mouth, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned the sword in his hand again and slashed towards Zhao Xueqing's wrist.
Zhao Xueqing's eyes turned cold and she fell back, dodging Hei Feng's sword again. The sword in her hand also shook and slashed towards Hei Feng's neck.
Zhao Xueqing's sword was so fast that Heifeng did not expect that she would suddenly attack him, so he could only give up and continue attacking Zhao Xueqing.
Zhao Xueqing's sword stabbed Heifeng's shoulder, but it did not penetrate Heifeng's clothes and cut his skin.
Heifeng took a few steps back again and looked at Zhao Xueqing with cold eyes.
Zhao Xueqing frowned slightly, swayed, and swung the sword in her hand again, slashing towards Heifeng's chest.
Heifeng's expression changed slightly, and he stepped back again, narrowly escaping Zhao Xueqing's sword.
Just when Hei Feng stood firm, Zhao Xueqing's sword struck again.
Heifeng stepped back again, dodging Zhao Xueqing's blow, but his chest was still cut with a long gash by Zhao Xueqing's sword, and blood was pouring out.
Heifeng was very angry, straightened his body and rushed towards Zhao Xueqing.
The sword in Zhao Xueqing's hand swung and pointed directly at Heifeng's throat.
Heifeng's expression changed, his body flashed, and he ran directly to the left.
Zhao Xueqing's sword struck again, heading straight for Heifeng's lower body, intending to kill him with the sword.
Heifeng trembled again, turned his body, and avoided Zhao Xueqing's sword. At the same time, he clapped his palms, and a thick black mist quickly filled the air.
Zhao Xueqing's pupils shrank, her body swept away, and she flew to the right, avoiding the black fog.
The black mist cleared, revealing Heifeng's gloomy face.
Fu Tianpeng and Qingqing stepped forward to help, and they helped Zhao Xueqing deal with Black Wind.
Heifeng leaned forward and squatted down, assuming the posture of an ape picking fruits.
His sharp eyes scanned the three people from time to time.
Zhao Xueqing frowned slightly, breathing in and out.
She jumped up with her feet on the ground, the Chanjuan Sword Shenlong in her hand swung its tail, and spit out several rays of light in succession.
The moon is reflected in the cold pool, the sword flowers are entangled vertically and horizontally, the broken flowers gradually fall, and the misty sky is empty.
Zhao Xueqing cheered up and perfectly demonstrated the femininity and agility of Chanjuan's swordsmanship.
She walked with delicate steps, surrounded by light clouds and mist.
Heifeng's eyes were full of shadows, and the sword moves that were both virtual and real forced him to fight with all his strength to resist.
However, it was difficult to think about the end, blocking Zhao Xueqing's sword route, and Fu Tianpeng and Qing Qing could take action at any time.
After just four or five rounds, Heifeng felt exhausted and sweat was dripping from his forehead.
He gritted his teeth, his skinny face filled with dark clouds.
Heifeng stepped on the waves with his feet, threw his body forward, and used the osprey to skim the sea.
Several rays of cold light suddenly appeared, and the black wind threw flowers and rain all over the sky.
Fu Tianpeng rushed forward bravely and rushed forward with an arrow.
The waves of the blue wave sword rolled up, knocking down all the mosquito whiskers and needles like locusts flying by.
The hidden weapon he relied on was so vulnerable, and Heifeng was furious.
His legs are flying thousands of feet into the sand, and the wind and clouds are in his palms.
He pushed his palms again and slapped Fu Tianpeng on the chest.
Fu Tianpeng moved like a spirit fox and dodged easily.
Heifeng saw nothing under his arm, Fu Tianpeng stepped to the side, bent his elbow and struck hard.
The golden bull hit the mountain, and the black wind instantly fell out.
He spurted blood from his mouth and nose, raised his finger and pointed at Fu Tianpeng, and then died.
Fu Tianpeng and the other three are getting ready to go and continue to pursue clues.
An urgent letter arrived, in which Yue Fei informed Fu Tianpeng that gangsters from Wujian Hall had sneaked into Xiaoyao Island and swordsman Situ was seriously injured.
