Xiao Yueming knew very well that he had only opened fifteen meridians and forty-two acupoints, and had just entered the realm of an ordinary second-rate warrior. There was still a big gap between him and the top second-rate warriors.

Time waits for no one, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, Xiao Yueming took advantage of the momentum accumulated from the previous attack, and used the fourth of the twelve leaf-cutting postures, new leaves, green leaves, yellow leaves, dead leaves, the sword intent is filled, and the sharp sword

The light appears in the sky, and it seems to be mixed with the breath of life, telling the past and present life of a leaf, from the new buds to the withered leaves...

There were sword rays one after another, but this time there was no sudden suppression of the sword intent. Feihu calmly looked at the oncoming sword rays with murderous intent, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a slight sarcasm.

mean.

When he stepped on the ground, he heard a bang, a hole was made in the wooden floor, and Feihu's figure instantly disappeared on the spot.

The diameter of the sword shot toward the sword, accompanied by a burst of yellow fire. The star iron arm guard blocked all the sword moves. This time Feihu's internal power was running without any hindrance, but Xiao Yueming's twelve leaf-cutting moves were not.

It exerted its original power, but after one encounter, Feihu used brute force to blast it away.

"Hahaha, your boy's twelve leaf-cutting moves are less than one percent more powerful than your master's!"

Feihu smiled unscrupulously and rushed in front of Xiao Yueming. When he saw his fists thrust forward, he slammed Xiao Yueming's face!

Xiao Yueming's face was stern, and then he put his left hand in front of him to block Feihu's iron fist. Pain burst through his arm. Xiao Yueming was hammered back by this force. His right hand holding the sword immediately swept away, only to hear a clang.

With a crisp sound, Qing Yuan and Fei Hu's star iron arm guards collided violently, causing a blaze of fire.

Not only was Feihu's attack speed extremely fast, but his strength was also terrifying. After Xiao Yueming struck out with his sword, the remaining power from Feihu's punch still did not dissipate. He had already retreated to the wall of the corridor, and this

At that moment, Feihu's iron fist rushed towards him at extremely fast speed.

Xiao Yueming was given less than a split second to make a judgment. He stepped on the wall with one foot, performed Qing Kung Fu, and rotated his body as flexibly as a bird, but he narrowly avoided the blow.

"Boom~"

Feihu's iron fist punched a huge hole in the wall of the corridor. If Xiao Yueming hadn't avoided it in time and the punch had landed on him, the consequences would have been obvious.

Landing steadily, Xiao Yueming tapped the ground with her toes, Qingyuan pointed straight at Feihu!

The tip of Qingyuan's sword carried a transparent airflow, as if it had opened up space, and stabbed Feihu's throat quickly and accurately. His head was slightly tilted to one side, and he dexterously avoided the tip of the sword, with a sarcastic expression on the corner of his mouth.

With a smile, he waved his iron fist brazenly and hit the long sword beside him.

"Zheng~"

Qing Yuan was constantly shaking under the huge force, and the power was transmitted along the sword body to his arm. Xiao Yueming only felt a numbness in his arm, and the palm holding the sword hilt loosened.

Holding Qingyuan tightly, Xiao Yueming's long sword collided with Feihu's iron fist from a distance. The changing moves of the two passed through afterimages, but Feihu had the absolute upper hand.

Xiao Yueming used the twelve leaf-cutting moves to meet the enemy, and kept attacking Feihu with the long sword in his hand. However, the opponent's strength and experience were more than one step ahead of Xiao Yueming. He struggled to hold on under Feihu's powerful moves, and it only took a moment.

In the meantime, the two have exchanged dozens of moves.

"Zhengzhengzheng~"

Under the attack of Feihu Star Iron Armguard, Qingyuan made a buzzing sound. Xiao Yueming's physical strength and internal strength were gradually exhausted, but Feihu's attack became more fierce, rolling in like a wave. Qingyuan

He thrust upward to block Feihu's arm guard, but another iron fist came out from below and struck Xiao Yueming hard in the lower abdomen.

"Pfft~"

His lower abdomen seemed to have been hit by a hundred-pound hammer. Xiao Yueming spit out a large mouthful of blood. His body flew upside down like a kite with broken strings, and then fell heavily to the ground. However, his strength did not decrease. Xiao Yueming returned

It slid a few feet and then stopped.

Tears suddenly welled up in Su Lan's beautiful eyes and fell on her pale cheeks. She cried out in pain:

"Xiao Yueming! Leave quickly!"

"Brother Xiao!"

When Er Mazi saw Xiao Yueming being hit by Fei Hu's iron fist, he immediately shouted excitedly.

"Ahem~"

Xiao Yueming lay limply on the ground. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, then propped himself on the ground with his sword and stood up unsteadily. Xiao Yueming felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart, and his lower abdomen felt as if it had been pierced by a big knife.

Then stir with all your strength.

The power of Feihu's punch destroyed half of Xiao Yueming's strength, and Feihu had no other injuries except the sword that had been slashed in the chest.

Xiao Yueming bowed slightly, holding Qingyuan in his hand and standing on the ground, using this to forcefully support his body from falling. A trace of sticky blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, and Feihu's figure was getting closer and closer.

, the seal shone in Xiao Yueming’s pupils, and he sighed secretly with some self-deprecation:

"It seems that we will have to stop here today, but it's okay, it saves a lot of trouble."

The great revenge of his parents has not been avenged, and the soul-breaking poison has not been cured. Xiao Yueming has not even managed to survive the thousands of miles of Qianlong Dynasty, let alone the vast world. Saying this is a feeble consolation.

There are so many martial arts warriors in the world, and there are also many masters. The world is dangerous, and countless people die every day. There are countless vendettas, and competition for resources. Xiao Yueming does not think that he is the chosen one.

Life, old age, illness and death are no exceptions for anyone. Now that he is no match for others and is being killed under an iron fist, although Xiao Yueming feels regretful in his heart, he does not blame others. The law of the jungle is the law of survival in the world.

Seeing Feihu walking in front of him, Xiao Yueming slowly raised his pale face, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth stained with scarlet blood, revealing a mouth of white teeth soaked in blood, Xiao Yueming whispered weakly:

"My skills are inferior to those of others. If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please."

Feihu shook his fist that was numb from the shock of Qingyuan, and then smiled calmly and said:

"Okay, you are a man, then grandpa will give you a happy..."

"Zheng!"

Before Feihu finished speaking, he saw Xiao Yueming's face turned hard, and the long sword inserted on the ground slashed upwards. Feihu quickly turned slightly sideways, barely dodging the sword edge, then took a big step and punched

Xiao Yueming's chest.

Xiao Yueming saw Feihu's iron fist getting closer and closer in his eyes, but he did not choose to dodge, but grabbed his arm with one hand. However, Feihu's power was already superior to Xiao Yueming's, and now Xiao Yueming was pregnant again.

He was seriously injured and could not stop Iron Fist at all.

Seeing the iron fist carrying thunderous power, it suddenly landed on Xiao Yueming's chest.

"Click~"

Xiao Yueming's ribs were broken several times. Feihu punched out and tried to retract his arm, but he didn't expect that Xiao Yueming's face was stained with blood and he grabbed his arm firmly, unable to move.

Xiao Yueming was waiting for this moment. If Feihu attacked the enemy with both fists, he would not be able to hurt him at all. Xiao Yueming caught the punch forcefully, using this to control one of Feihu's arms and save himself.

A glimmer of opportunity was created in a desperate situation!

Everything happened in an instant. The situation was critical now. Seeing Bai Lian standing at the door watching the battle with a calm expression, her pretty face condensed and she rushed towards Fei Hu first!

His left hand firmly grasped Feihu's arm. Xiao Yueming's face was fierce. He held Qingyuan in his right hand and suddenly swept towards Feihu's throat. Seeing an arc-shaped sword light attack him instantly, Feihu immediately lowered his waist and was in danger.

He narrowly escaped the fatal sword light. Although he was able to resolve the death move, his throat was still cut with a shocking bloody mark by Qing Yuan.

He was almost assassinated by the sudden attack. If it weren't for Feihu's superior strength, the fatal blow just now would have been very likely to succeed. However, the gap in cultivation between the two was always an insurmountable gap. Feihu's face was twisted and he was cursing.

He made a sound, and then saw him rushing out, hitting the backing and hitting Xiao Yueming's body solidly.

"Boom~"

The powerful attack caused blood to spurt from Xiao Yueming's mouth. He grunted, and his hand holding Feihu loosened, and he stumbled back a few steps.

Injury added to injury, Xiao Yueming's feet were weak, and he was dizzy after being hit by the backing move just now. Qi and blood surged in his body. Xiao Yueming's calf went weak and he immediately knelt on the ground.

Xiao Yueming lowered his head deeply, breathing heavily. He saw that his chest was stained with large amounts of blood, and his breath was sluggish to the freezing point. This was the most serious injury Xiao Yueming had suffered after leaving the island, and it was also the most serious injury.

The closest to death.

Feihu stretched out his hand and slowly wiped away the blood dripping from his neck, and then said with some lingering fear:

"Hmph, I almost hit that kid. If it hadn't been for my quick reaction, grandpa, I'm afraid this head would have been separated by now."

Bai Lian stopped beside Fei Hu, looked at the long blood marks on his neck, and asked with concern:

"Fourth, is the injury serious?"

Feihu walked up to Xiao Yuemingde and snorted coldly:

"They are just skin injuries that are not painful or itchy. As for this kid, it seems that his injuries are not serious."

Feihu touched the pitted scars on his star iron arm guard from being slashed by the Qingyuan Sword, and felt bursts of pain in his heart. His star iron arm guard could not leave any marks on it against ordinary swords and sharp swords.

There are no traces of it, but Qingyuan is one of the top divine weapons in the weapon spectrum, and its sharpness is by no means comparable to ordinary weapons.

"Boy, although our Four Saints of the Ancient Mountain have a sworn feud with your master, Chang Mu Yin, Grandpa, I am also a person who respects the strong. It is not easy to see that you have such cultivation at such a young age.

, in this way, if you carefully choose the way to die that you like, grandpa will definitely help you!"
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