As soon as the word "good" came out, he suddenly took action, and a gold circle about a foot and a half wide appeared from between his two palms. The circle flew and traced an erratic and elusive arc in the air. Route, hit people.
Song Beifeng drew his sword again, this time his sword was faster, faster and more powerful.
With the sword, murderous intent followed, and the entire hall was instantly enveloped in his murderous intent. Wherever the murderous intent went, the light of his sword would also follow!
The golden light is shining, the sword light is flowing...
Zhu Bugui was in a frenzy. He stretched out his hands, and two white strands of energy were hidden in his palms. He couldn't help but turn his hands, slowly and then quickly, sometimes slow and sometimes fast. The golden ring suddenly made a sharp sound of energy breaking through the wind.
Such momentum makes people feel that if they encounter the golden ring, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Song Beifeng's sword picked up the boundless ring.
"Ding"!
The gold weapons collided, sparks flew everywhere, Song Beifeng immediately sensed the opponent's sharply rotating golden ring, and produced an astonishing force that contained both unloading strength and gang strength.
It was both sharp and heavy. The moment his sword hit the boundless ring, not only was the sword's power completely lost in an instant, but the force was also so strong that it caused him to snap the sword's edge and lose control.
For a sword wielder, if the sword loses control, death is not far away.
He was about to draw his sword and retreat, but the boundless ring seemed to have caught on his sword edge, and every blow happened to be before his sword move, making it difficult for him to use his sword.
Although Song Beifeng was shocked by Lin Zhu's martial arts prowess, his mind was not disturbed at all. He immediately changed his moves and used extremely subtle techniques to introduce many wonderful changes to his sword.
When Zhu Bugui was surprised, the sword blade struck at his hands.
Zhu Bugui's eyes narrowed and he called out the word "good" again! Unexpectedly, he let go of the boundless ring and struck it continuously. He bent his fingers and flicked it quickly, pointing to the edge of the sword.
The force of these two fingers sealed the edge of the sword. Once again, the most powerful boundless ring returned to the hand, and the ring blade was moved forward, directly attacking Song Beifeng.
With Song Beifeng's current level of swordsmanship, he still didn't expect Zhu Bugui to have such a wonderful weapon in his hand. When he flicked the sword's edge with his finger, the hand holding the sword felt as if it had been struck by thunder, making his arm sore and numb.
The strength of this demon monk's martial arts was far beyond his expectation. The demon monk's internal strength cultivation and the moves he performed were unheard of and unseen by him.
Song Beifeng has devoted his life to swordsmanship for more than thirty years. He has become successful in swordsmanship. In more than ten years, except for Xie Xuan, he has never met a swordsman master.
Although he specializes in swordsmanship, he has never competed with Xie Xuan in swordsmanship for so many years. He never tried to show off his strength when learning swordsmanship, nor did he try to win. His swordsmanship only cultivated his mind and spirit.
But seven years ago, he met another person. That person once broke his sword skills with one finger. The sword move that person made with one finger is something he will never forget.
With that finger sword, the move is completed before the move is made, and the spirit remains after the move. The person and the sword are combined, the sword turns at will, the will follows the heart, the heart follows the movement of the spirit, and the skill reaches the realm of divine transformation.
The man once said with a smile: If a person does not fight, the sword will be dull, and the sword will become iron if it does not rise. Sword practitioners should strive to win and seek the enemy, and should use all their strength to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
Song Beifeng has always remembered these words, and they are still in his ears seven years later. Now is the time for him to fight for victory and show off the edge of his sword.
When Zhu Bugui saw Song Beifeng retreating again and again, he retreated to the wall. He laughed, reached out his hand, and the boundless ring surrounded him like a living thing. With a twist, the boundless ring broke away from the flying throw again.
Song Beifeng had no way out, so he suddenly stood still, faced the flying golden ring, and stabbed out with his sword.
His sword was very slow and his sword movement was very slow. Not only was his sword slow, it also seemed very clumsy and not subtle at all.
Sima Yuanxian's face showed ecstasy. He seemed to have seen Song Beifeng turn into a corpse. Although he was ecstatic, Zhu Bugui's expression changed wildly.
This sword has no boundaries and no rules, but the sword energy and murderous intent are very strong, just like the sky is filled with dark clouds.
Suddenly, the sword's power changed...
No one can describe the transformation of this sword. It was as if the dark clouds in the sky were pushed away, revealing the scorching sun, showing the power of God, and spreading the power of God.
The clumsy and dull sword became more strange than moving clouds and more natural than flowing water. The sword in his hand seemed to turn into thousands of shadows, striking down.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding" was heard endlessly, and in the blink of an eye, swords struck dozens, nearly a hundred times.
For a moment, there was a surge of energy, and then the two golden rings broke into pieces!
"puff"!
Zhu Bugui's monk's robe was suddenly cut open, and a wisp of blood suddenly appeared. He screamed miserably, and immediately retreated back from his approaching figure.
After the sword blow, Song Beifeng was panting. He had used all his strength in the sword blow just now, but now he could no longer use the sword. Zhu Bugui's expression changed drastically, and he was seriously injured by the sword energy, but he still had some strength left, but he was afraid of the sword's edge and no longer dared to act rashly.
The two of them separated, each stopped, and neither of them made any moves with their swords.
The sound of footsteps suddenly started, and Sima Yuanxian's expression changed. He knew who the visitor was, and seeing that this operation would be in vain, how could he be willing to give up?
Seeing Song Beifeng's chest rising and falling, Sima Yuanxian saw the right moment, drew his sword and stabbed Song Beifeng's throat straight away.
Xie An happened to witness such a scene and shouted: "Stop!"
Sima Yuanxian did not give up. He drew his sword quickly and fiercely. The sword flashed and blood splattered.
The sword failed to penetrate Song Beifeng's throat. The sword was only fixed on the beam, and one arm fell down, and Sima Yuanxian let out a miserable roar.
"ah!"
After Xie An and Ji Qianqian, a man in white clothes and white hair walked into the lobby with a charming woman.
Ji Qianqian's beautiful eyes widened and she shouted with joy: "Brother Ren, you are back!"
He nodded randomly and glanced at the eight guards with dull faces following Sima Yuanxian...
He waved his hand and eight heads flew up!
Blood fell into the sky, Zhu Bugui's eyes widened, but his pupils were shrinking.
But the martial arts ability of taking out eight heads with a single palm strike from the air was already beyond his knowledge. Hearing that cry, he showed his hand to Sima Yuan. The person coming was an enemy, not a friend.
Zhu Bugui didn't dare to stay, let alone face the enemy. He spun his body and fled out of the hall.
Ren Qingti couldn't help but reveal a hint of ridicule when she saw that the fat monk actually wanted to escape from the hands of the 'Number One' killer.
Although Zhu Bugui has a fat body, his movements are as fast as thunder and lightning.
The figure flashed, and he struck out with a palm at the figure. The great monk who had almost forced Song Beijian into a desperate situation just now was split into four halves with a random palm.
The person bloomed like a flower, bursting into a cloud of blood mist, and his flesh and blood flew away.
At this time, Sima Yuanxian, who was still alive, was extremely frightened. He was not a brave person. Ever since his father informed him of the existence of Tianjun, he had never been willing to accept Ji Qianqian, even if he was unwilling to do so. Went to the last thought.
This time I came to Qinhuai Tower, firstly to kill Song Beifeng, and secondly to apologize to Ji Qianqian, so as not to be resented by the most terrifying person in the world.
But now...
