Tuoba Chun Falcon, no matter whether it is due to his brilliant family background or his outstanding talent, has a kind of conceit that makes the world revolve around him. He is used to being servile and servile. At this moment, he is still a little depressed when he sees the silent movement of this scholar from the Southern Dynasty. I couldn't help being terrified, and there was a burst of unprecedented jealousy. Although Tuoba Chun Falcon had an extreme character of tyranny and bloodthirsty, his mind was not bad, otherwise he wouldn't have let Chaer wander on the premise of occupying the great advantage. Hunting outside, fearing that this fish would slip through the net and escape, while gnashing his teeth, he took two steps back, lightly put the sword back into its sheath, and said coldly: "Duan Boer, come back, you must let this kid draw his sword."
Knowing that Duanboer Huihui, who is good at melee combat, will have nothing to do with him, he walked up to a colorful python pet and knelt down, took out a pet python that contained several kinds of rare voodoo. The porcelain vase poured its brains into the mouth of the giant python that was severely injured by Duanjiang, and turned to look at the young man with the sword. He had never hated a person so much for a long time, and this guy was still so young, just like a powerless old man in sixty years on the bed who hates those young men who are alive and well. Strong, he never saw a young genius who was outstanding in martial arts. This trip with his little master, under his intentional or unintentional guidance, also harmed several young and strong masters who should have a bright future. Some of Ba Chun Falcon's subordinates became the food in the belly of the colorful python, and some of them were torn limbs by Duan Boer's Hui Hui Yili Jiangshihui. None of them survived. Today, the unfortunate young man who became a hunting target will only end up worse. awful.
Since Duanboer Huihui is known as the back of a dragon, his hands, feet, knees and shoulders are sharp weapons for killing people. At this time, he has received the order from his little master, not to hide any more. This burly man already has a leopard head and eyes around him. His murderous heart was already trembling in all directions, among which the hair was blood, the anger rushed to the top, the fingers were tendons, and the iron was cut like mud. Duan Boer returned to the body's blood circulation and energy movement and climbed to the peak. His arrogance in the diamond realm was fully displayed. The energy was injected into the tendons and extended to the limbs. Every time he stepped on the ground, the grass sank. There was no routine in his punches. The mirage built by Xu Fengnian with the help of the Great Yellow Court seems to be smashed into a bronze mirror by a hammer. Although it is like a tidal wave, it is still crushed layer by layer. Under the block, the gown was stained with blood.
Duan Boer grinned back and shouted angrily, punched in a straight line, savagely broke the young swordsman's tricky hand, strode forward and shouldered it. Xu Fengnian put his hands on his shoulders, and moved a thousand catties four or two times, but he couldn't let go of his momentum. One person rushed forward, the other slipped backwards, and the chaos was everywhere. Every time Duan Boer took a step back, the ground trembled. Looking at this indifferent face so close, he pushed his elbows with his shoulders, and his hands with his elbows. Fist, internal strength poured out, and only heard a bang, the young man was blown away by the punch, but his body did not lean back in a straight line, but slid out a full half arc in the air after his feet were off the ground before landing, his feet were like a dragonfly on the water , indescribably chic and elegant.
It's just that Duan Boer is good at martial arts and killing, so how can he give this boy a chance to take a breath before going up the stairs, taking advantage of the gap caused by the arc to unload the force, calculate the landing, and rush like a wild horse galloping, approaching At this time, one foot fell into the mud, this majestic body twisted the rope, like a bow full of strings, and then swept out with a whip leg, a series of fierce movements were completed in an instant, since the young swordsman could not reach the top of Kunlun, he simply Qi sank to the dantian to the underworld, neither escaping nor evading, both feet fell to the roots, and resisted this leg with an unfinished Kunlun-shaking pose. This time, the two sides' qi movements were like firecrackers, and the momentum was as strong as thunder. Duan Boer Returning to the whip leg, the body circled in mid-air, and the second whip leg attacked the man's head again, obviously he had to be dismembered before giving up.
Tuoba Chun Falcon, who had been sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight, tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-ed in a weird way: "It really hurts, it hurts even just looking at it."
The young man who was about to be whipped to death had no expression on his face. He leaned back and fell to the ground. With one palm, his body spun rapidly like a top. Duanboer, who had lost his whipped legs, returned back and forth freely, retracted his whipped legs, and walked like walking. Li, and then kicked the boy's waist. After the kick, he did not pursue it contrary to common sense. Standing there, Duan Boer Hui Hui's leg was bleeding, as if something had pierced his calf, he stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and it was also dripping with blood, if he hadn't been startled and noticed something was wrong, with Duan Boer Hui Hui's strength, he would have One kick was enough to amputate the young man's waist and spine together.
Xu Fengnian, who slid sideways, stood up slowly, spitting out a mouthful of shocking blood. Controlling the sword gnat and Emei, he never thought that he would still be unable to inflict fatal wounds on this devil. The crystal clear gnat hung in front of him, as slender as The black-haired Emei hangs on the front of Duanboer's neck when he returns to kicking posture. At this time, the state of controlling the sword is not enough to surpass the speed of the sword. Apart from the huge shelf, there is no real benefit, but it is like in the duck head green inn. Assassinating the tamarin pawn, standing still, just waiting for the rabbit, is more than enough, but it is a pity that Duanpoer returned to his five senses and escaped the flying sword Emei. no problem. And being distracted from controlling the sword also caused Xu Fengnian, who had been hit by the force to destroy the city, to be seriously injured.
Duan Boer stroked the blood groove on his neck with his finger back, and said with a sneer, "What a sinister method!"
The brocade robe demon's face was gloomy, he probably guessed the truth, thinking that this young man's wrist piercing is more than just sinister. He turned his head and glanced at the little master who was no longer smiling. He was a little gloating. The more amazing the martial arts of the little guy who hadn't drawn his sword, he was doomed to die a miserable death. The little master's physical state was forged by Tuoba Bodhisattva. It is also worthy of the high hopes of the Beimang Army God. Looking at Beimang, his eyes are always fixed on the eighteen people on the list. After that, he really can be regarded as having nothing left. Postscript Second Young Master's character of vengeance, how can he not bear grudges to the bone.
Xu Fengnian spat out turbid air and blood, nodded and smiled, "The sinister is the sinister, but two masters who are firmly in the vajra realm, plus a famous nobleman who is only a little short of the vajra, the three of them surrounded and killed with all their strength, it is fair and honest." very."
Duan Boer returned unmoved, his bones creaking.
Tuoba Chunxun with hot eyes said: "Where did you come from the sword control method? Tell me before you die, and I will reward you with a happy death."
Xu Fengnian didn't pay attention to it at all, just adjusted his breath and recited the mantra silently, calming down the Dao root qi to rejuvenate the spirit, Yuanyang doesn't hide its truth, Huang Tingzhi has longevity lotus, ten thousand liang of gold is not given to others. The beauty of Daoist Great Yellow Court is not to hurt people but to maintain longevity. What is longevity may be a bit illusory like an invisible mirage, but the movement of energy is so fast that it is not enough to know the mystery without fighting to the death. Xu Fengnian secretly rejoiced that he had diligently practiced the Shu style at the beginning, allowing the acupoints in his body to be "ravaged" by the sword energy rolling the dragon wall, as if slowly opening the blessed land and the cave, allowing him to pick and choose treasures. Under Li Chungang's hundreds of sleeves of Green Snake Sword Qi forging his cultivation base, he really could do his best for a second, otherwise he would have already been crippled in a battle with Duan Boer Huihui, and would not be able to withstand several rounds of beatings by this devil.
Tuoba Chun Falcon asked curiously: "Even you have sacrificed the sword-controlling technique of the Wu family's sword tomb. Apart from slapping your swollen face and pretending to be fat, you never drew your sword. Could it be that there are other grand finales?"
Tuoba Chun Falcon probably knew that this cold-faced and arrogant guy would not answer, so he asked himself and answered: "Understood, you must not only control two swords? How many more? Two, three, four?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "There are really a few flying swords."
Tuoba Chun Falcon laughed, "Tuanboer, go back and continue."
Duan Boer returned to his order to fight again, his punches remained undiminished, but he had put a little more thought into dealing with the treacherous flying sword. For Bei Mang, the shocking battle two hundred years ago that broke through thousands of horses with nine swords was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all warriors, so he dared not underestimate the swordsmen of the Wu family. The Sword Tomb has been silent for two hundred years, and the Jianghu of the Liyang Dynasty no longer fear the Wu family who has used all the sword moves in the world to make the Sword Tomb. On the contrary, Bei Mang still remembers it in his heart. It is really a great irony. Duan Boer was afraid of the elusive flying sword, and kept probing carefully. Although he was distracted, it didn't mean that his fists and kicks were not fast enough.
The black silk knot is like a woman's love, with thousands of silk knots.
Xu Fengnian had never understood the seventh page of the knife manual that was so sissy and suspected, but now he had to try to understand it according to the gourd drawing. Use the knife to hang the flying sword on the node of the green silk knot, and use it as a trap.
Tuoba Chun Falcon watched patiently, and counted the number of flying swords one by one. Excluding the first two, there should be four more, and asked, "Hey, hey, there are already six, have you emptied your family?"
Xu Fengnian said flatly: "It seems to be gone."
Then soon the seventh morning dew appeared in the sky.
Even a demonic hero like Duan Boer Huihui with a firm heart still has the urge to curse.
Chaolu and the previous six flying swords formed a knot of black silk, like a sky net, enveloping Duanboer, greatly limiting the demon's force.
Tuoba Chun Falcon sneered and said: "If you have the ability, I will try again."
Xu Fengnian just finished saying "It's really gone this time", and rewarded him with a freshly baked flying sword Huangtong.
Duan Boer Hui Hui was finally completely furious.
The flying sword kept drawing blood grooves on the body of this demon giant, but Xu Fengnian was also punched and kicked several times, and every time he was hit, he was like a kite with broken strings.
When the eighth peach blossom came out, Duan Boer, who was so jealous, turned back to smash the world with his fists, fought off the scars all over his body, tore the net and charged, and punched the young man in the chest.
The kite appears to be floating.
But intentionally or unintentionally, taking advantage of the situation, he quickly drifted towards Tuoba Chun Falcon.
Duan Boer shouted back: "Little master, be careful!"
The old man in brocade robe drove a colorful python sideways into this young swordsman who refused to give up.
Tuoba Chun Falcon quickly grasped the hilt and the hilt on the same side with both hands.
Xu Fengnian raised his figure a few feet in the air, stepped on the head of the colorful python, suddenly, unexpectedly, instead of assassinating Tuoba Chun Falcon, he turned towards the brocade robed devil!
All the way north.
Chunlei finally exploded.
"I have a knife!"
I saw an incomparable brilliance flowing between the sky and the earth.
Purple in blue.
Li Chungang has two sleeves, and I have one sleeve.
A blue dragon with one sleeve.
Flowing through.
The brocade robed old man lowered his head slowly.
The body was cut off at the waist.