Volume Two, The WTO, Chapter 111: The Battlefield of Feng Yu
Feng Yu didn't have any kind thoughts towards these people. The scum attracted by Qin Junjue had no chance. No matter from a national or personal perspective, Feng Yu could not stand on their side. What's more, this time, but
Qin Junjue agreed.
There are many people in black, but the younger generation of seventh-grade masters from various sects are not just the best ones who come to the stage to compete. Otherwise, how can this sect gain a foothold?
The scene was once very chaotic. Feng Yu looked and saw that Jiang Xingwan and Yun Xiao did not take the lead. Facing the decisive blow, the two of them just waved their swords to block. Others could not move them, and they did not move the enemy. It seemed that
What are you waiting for? His eyes are always looking at a certain two people. However, Feng Yu can rest assured about their strength. If those in the Tongmai realm are not around, no one should be able to hurt them.
Liu Ye didn't know what she was thinking, but she actually stayed and was fighting with a person below the seventh rank. Although her talent was not top-notch, she was lagging behind, but she was not afraid at all when it came to life and death, and she tried her best to fight tenaciously.
However, she was defeated in the end. The enemy spun in the air to avoid the killing move, and kicked the sword horizontally, knocking Willow Leaf away. When she stood up again, a palm glowing with purple light was almost in front of her.
Liu Ye closed her eyes subconsciously, crossed her hands into palms and held them flat in front of her body, trying to make a final resistance. Qiu Beifeng and Shi Yuan next to her wanted to save her, but they were unable to do anything. They could only watch the man slap him with his palms.
If you go up there, your internal organs will probably be displaced even if you don't die.
Everything was just right. When the man met Liu Ye's palm, it seemed as if a carriage hit him at high speed. The huge force hit him, and the whole person was knocked back. He was still in the air without falling, but there was a mouthful of old blood.
Squirting out, the whole person struggled to get up and leaned against the big tree, as if he was about to die, and the blood from the corner of his mouth kept dripping.
That was a seventh-grade person, and he flew away with just one palm. This strength must be too terrifying.
Liu Ye opened her eyes and stared blankly at the scene in front of her. She couldn't believe it. She lowered her head and looked at her hands. Suddenly she noticed what was behind her. She quickly looked back and saw a man wearing a mask standing behind her.
The warm palm still fell on his back.
Although the mask blocked most of his face, he knew those clear eyes.
Feng Yu saw that Liu Ye recognized her directly, and was about to call out her name, hurriedly taking a step ahead of her, "Miss Liu, long time no see, I am Yan Wuming."
Liu Ye's head was filled with questions. It took him a long time to see Yan Wuming blinking hard at him, "Long time no see."
"You're injured. Go down the mountain first. Leave this to me. The people from Tianji Tower will take care of you below."
After Liu Ye recognized him, she didn't care why she had to hide her identity anyway. However, in this dangerous moment, just be obedient. She nodded eagerly and trotted down the mountain.
Shi Yuan and Qiu Beifeng looked at the masked man in front of them, and after being surprised, they also called out to protect them, "Yan Wuming, hello, I'm Shi Yuan of the Wudang Sect."
"The Autumn Sad Wind of the Beggar Clan."
"It's nice to meet you two. Let's solve the immediate problem first and then make friends."
After saying that, Feng Yu gathered strength and put his palms together, the Qiankun Heqi Jue was running, the yin and yang energy melted into the palms, the light converged, and the light yellow light gathered in the hands. He spread his palms apart, and the internal force was wrapped in the palms facing each other. A three hundred
After turning sixty degrees, he pushed out with a sudden palm, "Wind God Palm!"
The internal force formed into a violent wind, and a powerful murderous aura rushed towards the face amid the whistling sound. The gravel and fallen leaves rolled forward, making it inevitable for people to avoid. Amidst the screams, several people who came straight towards were knocked back.
, smashed on boulders, tree trunks, and on the competition stage.
It was also the first time for Feng Yu to use this Shocking God Palm in actual combat. He didn't expect it to be so powerful. It was still the wind attribute of the range. If it were the Fire God Palm and the Thunder God Palm, it would probably be comparable to a ninth-grade master.
The actions here also attracted the attention of a large number of powerful men. Feng Yu immediately became a thorn in the side of the crowd in black, and his threat level immediately caught up with the Six Young Masters of Jianghu.
On Yinan's side, due to excessive consumption, he faced the attacks of two eighth-grade masters alone and retreated steadily.
Feng Yu saw that something was not going well, and happened to see his flute on the table. With a thousand-pointed finger, a golden light hit the end of the flute. The flute bounced high and spun. Feng Yu hit the playing eye with a palm, and the flute was like
The sharp sword shot out, and the eighth-level warrior felt the murderous aura behind him. He immediately turned around and struck the flute with a knife. In an instant, the flute was broken into two halves.
Feng Yu wanted to go over and help, but suddenly, a breath locked on him. Feng Yu looked up and saw a man standing under a tree about ten meters away in front of him. He looked about thirty years old, and his loose outer robe rustled.
The momentum of calm waves is vague.
Ninth grade!
"Who are you? Among the various sects, your name has never been heard. The realm of the eighth grade should not be an unknown person."
"Yan Wuming. Your Excellency is also very impressive. He has broken through the shackles of the ninth rank."
The man thought for a moment, "Yan Wuming? I've never heard of it. What's your relationship with Yan Jianchen of Wanjianmen?"
"It seems like it's none of your business."
"Interesting, Yan Wuming, you are very crazy. Remember, the person who takes your life is a ninth-grade person, Fang Xin!"
As soon as the words "Fang Xin" were spoken, the man stretched his palms into claws and came straight towards the gate of life. Feng Yu did not dare to underestimate him. Although this man did not use weapons, his moves were so powerful that he felt like he could break an iron sword with his bare hands.
Feng Yu changed his legs and feet, and also faced the attack. He also wanted to see if he had the strength to fight against the real ninth grade.
Fang Xin's limbs are like copper skin and iron bones. If he hits them with ordinary force, he will only feel pain in his hands. His fists and feet are domineering and powerful, and his moves are sharp and dignified. If he is caught by his hand, he may be able to do it with one move.
Broken bones and tendons, such a fierce external skill, he is definitely at the forefront in the world.
Feng Yu was shocked, and when Tian Luobu retreated, he also asked: "This is the Shaolin Vajra Kung Fu of subduing demons. Its dominance is no less than the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand. You are a Shaolin disciple!"
Fang Xin sneered: "Huh, a bunch of old bald donkeys who don't know how to adapt. Who cares about staying in the Shaolin Temple and risking their lives!"
Feng Yu did not make a hard connection. Under the star-studded footwork, the whole person was centered on Fang Xin, moving in sixty-four directions, and his body shape was constantly shifting. Every time he got close to Fang Xin, he would attack with a stunning kick.
, even if it failed to kill him, it could still disturb his sight.
King Kong Demon Subduing is the pinnacle of external skills, with both offense and defense. The only weakness is limited speed. Feng Yu is an expert in this aspect. He uses his strengths to avoid his weaknesses. It must be said that Feng Yu has a very smart mind, clear thinking and lethality.
He was decisive and did not hesitate for a moment.
In a life-and-death battle, a second of hesitation may be the last moment of your life. To outsiders, the fight between the two of them was like Yan Wuming's unilateral attack on the devil like a ghost, and the moves of the two men were not clear at all.
However, Feng Yu himself knew that Fang Xin was just testing the situation and did not use his full strength. This was a tough challenge.
Fang Xin also didn’t expect that Yan Wuming’s light kung fu and body skills at such a young age were comparable to Master Gui’s Phantom Magic Kung Fu, and his leg skills were so good, “I don’t know who was ranked in the rankings without opening their eyes, but you are not among the six masters.”
, you don’t even have your name in the world, it’s really sad, you might as well join our Seven Kills.”
Feng Yu heard the name Qisha again. Could it be an organization founded by the fourth brother to recruit experts?
If he was seeking someone to mess up a martial arts conference with a heavy profit, Feng Yu would still believe it, but if he unknowingly founded a martial arts organization or an organization that recruited underworld masters, Feng Yu would definitely not believe it. It seemed that he had another secret.
Feng Yu smiled and said: "If the leader of your Qisha can change his surname to Yan, maybe I can consider it."
Fang Xin was also angry, "Really? Yan Wuming, you are exalting yourself too much."
"scare!"
Fang Xin's lower body was seen standing still on horseback, and with a sudden step, the soles of his feet sunk in half an inch, and cracks appeared on the ground under his feet. Golden light suddenly appeared on his hands, no, the whole figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden gauze, his hands
Slowly move closer to each other, and finally join together with all their strength.
"Buddha's light shines everywhere!"
A burst of golden light radiated from his body, and in an instant, pale golden ripples composed of internal energy rolled around in a circle with him as the center, covering all the people in the 360-degree direction, regardless of the enemy.
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that Fang Xin's strength was so terrifying!
Everyone tried their best to resist. Circles of trees exploded and fell to the ground. Many disciples were seriously injured by the golden ripples and vomited blood crazily.
Although the Seven Killers who were close were surprised, they also expected it and moved to higher places or stepped into the air to reduce the shock. The Sixth Young Master was not close, but he was also affected and used his internal strength to resist.
Feng Yu was shocked. This move of Buddha's Light was extremely powerful, and as soon as he used his Shocking Leg, the sole of his foot was only ten centimeters away from Fang Xin. It was impossible to escape from such a close range, and the damage was even higher!
The third level of Tianluo Bu was so close to Tianya that he used all his strength and retreated as fast as possible. He had just retreated a distance of two or three meters, and Feng Yu knew that it was already too late.
His body stopped strangely in the process of retreating, and spun around for more than ten times before falling down. The golden ripples were already in front of him, and he couldn't care less about it.
"Wind God Palm!"
The strong wind blew, and the yellow breath rushed forward, kissing the golden ripples.
A series of explosions sounded, starting from the intersection of the two breaths. The land in front of Feng Yu seemed to be bombarded by gunpowder, with pieces of earth shattering and flying. It lasted several meters before it stopped.
How could Feng Yu's temporarily charged palm be compared to the Buddha's light shining at the lower level of the ninth level? A huge force hit his chest, and he hit a tree before stopping. A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the ground red.
of weeds.
Jiang Xingwan and Yun Xiao had long recognized this Yan Wuming. How could they not be angry when they saw the scene in front of them? The two swords were unsheathed, and the strength of the ninth grade emerged. In the blink of an eye, they were about to kill and save Feng Yu.
But Qi Sha Ninth Grade had noticed the two of them a long time ago, which was why they had been so hesitant to move. How could the two remaining Ninth Grade Seven Kills allow them to save them and rush to block them?
Two people.
As long as this Yan Wuming dies, and with Fang Xin joining in, three against two, Yun Xiao and Jiang Xingwan will not be able to escape! What they have to do now is to delay, they are not sure of killing, so they have been waiting
Timing, this is also what Yun Xiao and his wife think.