"I'm afraid your sword isn't fierce enough!" Facing Bai Jile's sword, Feng Zuojun was not afraid at all, but rather excited. When someone like Bai Jile starts to become decisive and fierce, that's when he starts to weaken! Feng Zuojun leaped up, swung his long sword, and shouted loudly at the same time.
"break!"
Tian Xiaoyunjing's three-word mantra is similar to the Buddhist lion's roar. When this loud shout was rang out, many people in the field vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Feng Zuojun's Snowfall Knife and Bai Jile's Crane Head Sword collided in the air with a loud noise. Bai Jile extended a finger with his left hand and lightly tapped Feng Zuojun's chest: "Fall!" As the finger fell, Feng Zuojun was directly smashed down heavily, making a huge pit on the ground. Feng Zuojun's clothes were torn to pieces. He lay in the pit and looked up at the sky: "Alas, I was able to fight the Demon City Lord to a draw, but in the end, I still couldn't win this first battle outside the city."
Nangong Xier smiled at the side and said, "I hear you shouting that you are the best in the world every day, but I have never seen you win."
Feng Zuojun put his knife on the ground and stood up: "Fight again!"
Bai Jile landed on the ground and thrust his sword towards Feng Zuojun's forehead. Feng Zuojun swung his long sword, opened the Crane Head Sword, and then slashed at Bai Jile's waist. However, Bai Jile dodged and got close to Feng Zuojun: "The so-called tyrant sword requires a smooth and seamless attack. Your qi has been cut off, and the momentum of your sword technique has also stopped."
"You can give it a try." Seeing Bai Jile approaching, Feng Zuojun simply bumped into him sideways, knocking Bai Jile back repeatedly. Then he raised his long sword, as if to die together with him.
"Mr. Feng Zuo, you can't do that!" Nangong Xier hurriedly spoke out to stop him.
Feng Zuojun smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows at Nangong Xier.
Bai Jile stretched out a palm to stop Feng Zuojun's momentum. As his palm pressed on Feng Zuojun's shoulder, Feng Zuojun felt that all the strength in his body was stagnant, and he didn't even have the strength to lift the knife.
"Is this the kung fu that Su Baiyi practiced?" Feng Zuojun asked in confusion.
"It seems you know." Bai Jile sneered, exerted a little force on his palm, and began to absorb Feng Zuojun's power.
"Although I, Feng Zuojun, am arrogant, I have never imagined that I could trample the owner of the Fusheng Zuimeng Tower in Shanglin Tiangong under my feet just by practicing swordsmanship in seclusion for a few years." Feng Zuojun said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Bai Jile was stunned.
"What I mean is, I can't do it alone." Feng Zuojun raised his head slightly, "But the two of us can."
Bai Jile immediately loosened his hand and retreated violently, but he was still a moment too late. A folding fan brushed past him, leaving a faint trace of blood. Then the folding fan turned back and knocked dozens of Fusheng Zuimenglou disciples to the ground.
"Fusu fan!" Wen Xi shouted.
A man in white jumped out from behind the crowd, caught the folding fan in mid-air, flipped over and jumped behind Bai Jile, opened the folding fan, and pressed it directly against Bai Jile's face. Bai Jile was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the folding fan and retreated repeatedly, but Feng Zuojun had recovered at the same time and chopped at Bai Jile's back with a knife.
"Destroy the heavens and the earth, kill the gods and the Buddhas, slay the demons and slay the immortals, and kill the monsters and beasts!" Feng Zuojun raised his hand and used the Eight Styles Sword again. Bai Jile's body shook rapidly, but he still dodged every sword accurately. However, under the attack of every sword, he was already at a disadvantage.
The man in white said with disdain, "Is this the name of the swordsmanship of Demon City Lord Ba Dao?"
Feng Zuojun responded while swinging his sword: "The sword technique is the city lord's sword technique, and I gave it the name myself. How is it? Can it be considered domineering?"
"I don't know whether it's domineering or not, but it's really unpleasant to hear." The man in white hit Bai Jile on the shoulder, and then hit him three times in a row, forcing Bai Jile to temporarily withdraw.
"You are the kid from the Xie family!" Bai Jile retreated to the side of Bai He and Bai Long.
Bai Long tried hard to stand up with the sword: "Master."
Bai He hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Brother, your injury is too serious!"
Bai Jile also waved gently at Bai Long: "It's okay."
"Why are you so late?" Feng Zuojun looked at Xie Yuling with dissatisfaction.
Xie Yuling glanced at him and said, "Qingcheng Mountain is farther away from here than Demon City." After saying that, Xie Yuling turned around and saluted Nangong Xier and the three gentlemen, "Disciple Xie Yuling is late in returning to the mountain. Please forgive me, Senior Sister and the gentlemen."
Nangong Xier smiled and said, "If you drive them all down the mountain, we won't blame you."
"Xie Yuling will obey Senior Sister's order!" Xie Yuling turned around and looked at Bai Jile, and said to Feng Zuojun, "Do you think that the two of us can defeat him together?"
Feng Zuojun scratched his head: "It's a bit difficult. I calculated that even if we two join forces, we have never won..."
"Let's fight first!" Xie Yuling took a step forward, and the folding fan in his hand flew towards Bai Jile. At the same time, the long sword at his waist was unsheathed, and a sword light flashed, shocking everyone.
"Masters of both the fan and the sword?" Wen Xi exclaimed.
Li Yanqi showed a gratified smile: "It seems that Junior Brother Xie has learned something very powerful from Master."
"Damn it, why does the Kung Fu that Mr. Rusheng teaches Xie Yuling always look so romantic?" Feng Zuojun rushed forward with a knife in hand.
Bai Jile swung the crane-head sword in his hand directly, knocking the folding fan away. At the same time, he gently rotated his right hand, condensed his true energy into one, and punched heavily in the front.
"This is..." Bai He was stunned. It was the first time he saw Bai Jile use this move.
This move is far more powerful than the Immortal's Guidance - Knocking on the Heaven's Gate!
The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and a thunder exploded in the air. Everyone in the field looked around in confusion, not knowing what had happened. Only Bai He and Bai Long understood what it meant when Bai Jile used this move. Nangong Xier on the other side also noticed the problem. She leaped forward, grabbed Feng Zuojun by the collar and led him to retreat quickly, but Xie Yuling was too far away. She could only shout, "Xie Yuling, get out of the way!"
Xie Yuling just stood there and swung his sword lightly.
The Qi from Bai Jile's punch rushed towards him, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, wrapped around the Qi from the punch. The power of this move was beyond the description of ordinary martial arts. This was a sure-kill move that only a master of the third level of Heavenly Dao could use.
Xie Yuling's sword spun gently on the spot, and the dust under his feet slowly dispersed, forming a faint lotus shape on the ground. Then he thrust the sword forward. The whole action was as smooth as flowing water, done in one go.
At this moment, even Bai Jile couldn't hide the surprise on his face, and whispered: "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head Divine Art?"