"The old man I say is the old and the new."
"Are these two your friends?"
"No, I don't know either of them."
Tian Wen became more and more confused: "Besides them, we are the only ones here. Your Excellency shouldn't say it's our old acquaintance."
Ming Fei really laughed.
He showed this gentle smile again. However, Tian Wen and the other three couldn't help but feel like someone was using the blade of a sword against their throats. Extremely dangerous, but unable to resist.
Tian Wen was sweating coldly on his forehead: "Who is your Excellency?"
"A man who is retiring..." Ming Feizhen paused, "a person who doesn't really care about the affairs of the world."
The beggar couldn't bear this weird atmosphere any longer.
"Fuck! Kill him!"
The beggar shouted, and the sword danced with silver light. Behind him, Tian Wen's long sword followed, and countless sword shadows appeared. The peasant pushed his inner strength to the peak, accumulating the strength of his whole body.
Beggar and Tian Wen's martial arts have reached the realm of first-class masters in the arena, and there are few flaws in their shots. The two are now cooperating, and the sword, light, sword and shadow form a wave, mercilessly rolling towards Ming Feizhen. The mere two of them were able to generate a monstrous momentum just by relying on a pair of swords. This is the true kung fu of the two of them, the Divine Moon Sect. At this time, the peasant man had finished his transport capacity, panting like an old cow, kicking his feet violently, and killing him from the air. He also tried his best.
They didn't dare to show their true kung fu to Tie Hanyi, but at this time they were afraid of lack of kung fu.
The psychological pressure of the person in front of them was too great.
Mingfei really didn't dodge. Instead, he closed his eyes and closed his eyes.
Knives, swords, and fists came and went on him, like three wild wolves biting wildly when they saw blood. Ming Fei's true qi remained calm and did not move, letting them bite and gnaw, and remained indifferent.
The more the three fought, the more frightened they became, and the more they fought, the more empty their hearts became. Their skills gradually bottomed out, but so far... they haven't even seen a drop of blood.
The sword touched his body, but it seemed to be blocked by a layer of invisible air wall that was extremely strong, but also infinitely flexible.
Tian Wen said sadly: "Protect the body and energy..." His words contained various emotions such as discouragement, guilty conscience, sadness, etc., but he was the only one who could still speak. The beggars and peasants turned blue, and their hands and feet became cold.
Protect yourself!
The internal qi is transformed into an external force to protect the whole body, like a martial arts like supernatural powers. In the legend, except for the peerless masters who can identify the top ten in the black and white list, who can practice this kind of magic.
The martial arts of this young man have reached this level. How else can they match it
Tian Wen suddenly shouted: "No one without me!!" The swordsmanship changed suddenly, revealing an indescribable ruthlessness. The beggar and the peasant stayed for a while, and then followed him with the same trick. Beggars use knives, peasants use their fingers, but they are all swordsmen.
But this power has suddenly increased exponentially.
Ming Feizhen suddenly opened his eyes: "Oh?"
No-one-no-self swordsmanship is the introductory swordsmanship of the Shenyue Sect. Originally, as these three people, they should not be used in the decisive battle.
But it is strange to say that in the past, a disciple of the Shenyue Sect defeated the elders of the sect with this sword technique. It's not that the disciple's martial arts are high, and it's not that the elders are old and weak. This is because if this sword technique is used in conjunction with a unique mind technique, it can exert its power several times over its own skills.
No one without me, is hurting people and hurting me. Although the power can be multiplied, the burden and damage to oneself are multiplied even more. It can be said to injure eight hundred enemies and one thousand self.
The disciple who defeated the elder back then had more than ten times the power, and after winning a battle, he lost his strength and died.
Lan Jun Zhukong's three people are all masters in the Divine Moon Sect, and now they have joined forces to use the sword technique of no one and no self, and their skill has been pushed to the peak.
The sword force suddenly swept in like the great river of the Yangtze River, and the marble floor was smashed by the force of the energy, and the momentum was terrifying. At this moment, these three people climbed to the realm they dreamed of. Although it was short-lived and even though they had to pay a heavy price, at least at this moment, each of the three of them was a peerless master. Regardless of whether the person in front of him is a god or a demon, they will not be the enemy of their joint efforts.
The three's sword strength, infuriating qi, and kung fu formed a ferocious tiger to pounce.
Ming Feizhen took a step back and hid in the courtyard corridor.
The ferocious tiger covered it from its head, rolled the bricks and tiles of the corridor into shreds effortlessly, and easily forced it in front of Ming Feizhen.
"What a powerful internal force, I'm afraid it is comparable to the top ten masters on the list."
Ming Feizhen finally had some expression on his face, it was a look of excitement.
"interesting."
Ming Fei really didn't retreat, and he didn't see him swallowing and exhaling. He raised his hand and slapped it hard to defend against the tiger.
The two waves of peerless force collided, and the stalemate could not end. After a few breaths of time, the mass formed by the energy made a 'breaking' sound. The air that hit the air rolled out like a wave, and even Tie Hanyi and Ye Luo were in the distance. All were affected and made uncomfortable sounds. But in this confrontation, the two sides are divided in the end.
Ming Feizhen was actually forced to take a step back. He looked at the three of them unexpectedly: "Is this internal force so strong?"
Lan Jun Zhukong's three people gradually became chaotic. The three of them played to the extreme. For safety reasons, they did not dare to touch the taboo line, and their skills were only increased by about six times. But the three of them added together, their internal strength increased six times, and they were only tied with this person
The beggar shouted: "Don't worry! Take the risk! Fuck it!" He went out of his way and used all his inner strength, which he had practiced for decades, on the mental method of no one without me. . The remaining two knew that if they didn't do their best at this time, their whereabouts would only be exposed and they would die even worse, so how dare they not fight.
So they all imitated him, and they were ruthless, and their skills were increased tenfold.
Suddenly, a peerless beast descended in the courtyard.
Chapter 50 Too many crazy people, can't help themselves
Ming Feizhen was forced to take a step back just now, and before he could stand firm, he saw that the three people in front of him were all blood-red, their dantian bulging, and the muscles of their whole body soaring. Apparently, he used the evil spirit method to force the valley.
"Roar! "
When the three of them roared, the burst of energy blew the grass and trees in the courtyard, the roof tiles rolled back, and the rotten beams and columns could not bear the ferocious shock, and some even broke and fell.
The fierce tiger formed by the three swordsmen just now turned into an evil dragon in an instant, and turned into a peerless violence that could shatter everything with a single touch.
The three of them attacked again, and the masonry along the way couldn't stand the amazing internal strength of the three of them, but they all turned into powder.
Ming Fei's face was really bitter: "Hey... Is this necessary? I didn't expect it to be like this today." The power of these three people has exceeded the limit of manpower. I am afraid that even the Shaolin abbot, who is proficient in Yijinjing, does not have such a cultivation base.
Mingfei really closed his eyes and thought about countermeasures.
If you dodge, you should be able to dodge. If it is purely defensive, it can be prevented by the unloading mystery of Tai Chi magic.
But Ming Fei really hadn't seen a master of this level for a long time, this kind of pure power that made his heart throb. He didn't want to dodge or defend at this moment, he just wanted to try to see if there was a power he couldn't match in this world. Even if it was only a temporary power borrowed from the devil, he wanted to know that in this world, he should still have opponents.
"Kill you!!"
Ming Feizhen opened his eyes and said, "Very good." The light in his eyes turned blood red.
Ming Fei really took a deep breath, retracted his arms to his shoulders, and stretched them out suddenly. A palm on the dragon.
It was another strength-to-strength confrontation, but this time there was no stalemate.
The scene is reminiscent of a simple sport - throwing.
Lan Jun Zhukong's three are objects, and Ming Fei is really a pitcher. The two forces collided, and the three of them flew out without any resistance, as if they were thrown out by Ming Feizhen.