The second volume of the entry into the WTO Chapter 140 The melee continues
Feng Yu noticed the Dongyang people's landing and extremely unstable aura, and smiled coldly. The person who broke through was not the same person who had just emerged from the pool. The Tianshan sect had been taught by Liu Gasshou and Zhe Meishou for more than half a month.
Zhang's understanding has also improved to a higher level. How can he be compared to an Asian who is far worse than Fang Xin? He only wants speed, but his strength is mediocre, and he can't do the God-breaking Slash or the Japanese sword technique.
"Escape? It's very powerful, but it's my turn!"
With his feet stepping on the dense sky, and the Wandering Dragon Sword Technique constantly waving, no matter where the person escaped with his escape technique, Feng Yu could find him and pursue him closely. After all, Feng Yu had not lost in the competition of speed.
"Thousand-pointed fingers!"
A cold light of internal energy hit the Japanese man's left arm, and he also dropped a Japanese sword. The man was so angry that he turned around and rushed forward to fight.
"Thousand-pointed fingers!" The Thousand-pointed Finger was shot out continuously, and the collision with the blade made a harsh sound. The man had no time to attack and could only retreat while blocking the cold light like meteors.
"The rainbow shines through the sun!"
Feng Yu locked the direction of movement, and after constantly disrupting the rhythm of his escape technique, finally launched a powerful blow.
One person and one sword were like powerful spears. The Japanese opened their eyes wide and saw the swords flying in front of them. They had no time to react and were taken away directly. The whole person was nailed to the doorpost.
Feng Yu pulled out the Yunshui Sword and also took off the piece of cloth, "Is this the state of observing the subtleties of Qi? No wonder everyone in the world seems naked in the eyes of the master. It is really scary."
Strength, speed, perception, talent, martial arts, etc., people in the same realm can be very different. Feng Yu originally just thought that he was invincible at the same level. Today's battle has wiped out his pride and spirit. Not only
The ability to perceive has greatly increased, and the whole person's temperament has become low-key and calm.
He looked at the wounds all over his body, but he couldn't feel any murderous intent. Maybe he could go further like this.
Let's look at the two elders fighting against the island with swords and sticks. The island in the Tongmai realm is not this ninth-level warrior who only cultivates one discipline. He has extraordinary strength. If the two of them join forces, it can only be a draw. It is really unfathomable.
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"It's a pity that your dog-beating stick skills are only formal but not intentional, and you haven't mastered them yet. Your sword skills are good, but how can they compare with my Iga sect's sword skills!"
After changing venues several times, three people were fighting together in a small courtyard. The island didn't pay attention to the two elders at all. Not only were they excellent at escaping, but their sword skills were even more amazing. Although their understanding of the sword's intention was
It's not complete, but it's still above Ye Yun. No wonder it feels like half of it has entered a higher realm.
"Stop talking nonsense, it's not your turn to judge how good our kung fu is. Regardless of life or death, we two brothers will keep you here!"
"Then give it a try!"
The luxurious courtyard became dilapidated during the battle, and no flowers or plants survived. Only the beams and pillars that were struggling to support were still witnessing the cruelty of this night.
Feng Yu arrived and saw the three of them stuck together, and wanted to step forward to help.
"Come on, you can't deal with him. Let's stop him and you go chase Zhao Qian!"
Feng Yu knew that he couldn't participate in their life-and-death battle because the gap was too huge, so he nodded and ran away.
Feng Yu rushed directly to the nearest door out of the mansion. There were people on every road. If Zhao Qian wanted to leave, he would definitely choose the fastest one.
This section is exactly where Sun Liancheng is, but the situation is very bad.
Zhao Qian was stopped in the yard and did not escape, but he was not afraid at all. Because there were two masters standing next to him, one was his own subordinate wearing a guard uniform, and the other was not a guard of the house.
It was Sun Liancheng's old rival, the owner of the Sunset Sword Hall, Han Che.
A swordsman with the same level of cultivation, who performs the sunset sword dance with great artistic conception. He is Sun Liancheng's most powerful rival in Quanzhou City. There are often conflicts between the two martial arts schools.
I didn’t expect that this person would not take responsibility or help, but instead helped the tyrants to do evil and regarded thieves as their fathers!
"Hmph, you old guy, you are over 50 years old, but you can still do things that make you forget your ancestors. You are really not afraid of being able to disappoint the seniors of Sunset Sword!"
"Haha, those who know the current affairs are heroes. Now that the situation is clear, why do you have to lead your disciples on a dead end? You are so stupid, beyond stupid!"
"Bah, you have the nerve to call yourself a hero. As long as I'm still standing, I won't let this beast, who cares about human life and is greedy for glory and traitorous to the country, even take a step out of this door!"
"Are you sure? Now, on other roads, the Dongyang people and the guards of the house are restraining them. Even if they have been killed, there is no guarantee that they have been killed. There are only two Tongmai realms here, you and me. What can you do to stop me? Brother Yuan, you
Take the master and kill him, I will keep an eye on him!"
The guard was not weak either. He was at the ninth level. He nodded and headed towards the group of disciples to clear the way for Zhao Qian.
"Children, show us the bloody spirit of our Ba Dao Sect and fight with them! We must kill that thief and buy time for His Highness and the others!"
A sword and a sword collided violently at the arch of the courtyard, and the aftershock made everyone around them retreat. The two battlefields were clearly divided.
It is obvious that Yuan Huwei followed Zhao Qian and did a lot of evil things. He was not merciless in killing people and took the lives of others with every move. The rest of the people had already been killed by both sides, and only some seventh-level people were left.
The disciples were stopping them. If they hadn't been protecting Zhao Qian on one side, they would have been bloodbathed by Yuan Guards long ago.
Except for Sun Liancheng and Han Che, who were still competing, the group of people slowly retreated to the back door step by step, but in fear, they did not clear the road in front of the door. To get here, life and death had long been ignored.
The sword named Yuan was raised high above his head. The sword suddenly appeared, and a huge shadow of nearly three meters long was attached to it. It was about to be struck down with one strike. Not to mention these people, even doors and walls may not be able to stand.
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Suddenly, a white light flew through the air, pointing directly at the guard named Yuan and Zhao Qian. Guard Yuan heard the sound of a sword ringing behind his ears, and had no time to stop the sword, so he turned around and released it.
A long crack appeared on the ground, and at the end of the crack was the Yunshui Soft Sword. The power of the sword on the ninth level was really terrifying, and even this sword could not stop it. The shadow of the sword hit the ground and the wall.
Under the roar of the sword, the soft sword also flew backwards, piercing through a pillar surrounded by people behind the sword. The hilt of the sword was still trembling slightly, and it has not subsided for a long time.
This man focused on the power of the sword, and the power on the sword was really terrifying. It was much stronger than the ninth-grade Japanese.
Feng Yu flew over the eaves and walked over the wall from a distance. While walking across the vertical wall, he constantly released his thousand-pointed fingers to interfere with Yuan Guards. Each of those thousand-pointed fingers was blocked by the knife and reflected out, reflected on the solid wood.
Small holes were left on the pillars, but he never took a step back, and Zhao Qian was not injured at all.
Feng Yu took advantage of the momentum to jump into the air, and with his high-speed rotation, he hit out with his fingers one after another. Although he failed, it also made it impossible for the two of them to take another step forward.
Han Che was also surprised when he saw another Qing Kung master with strong fingering skills.
When Sun Liancheng saw the person coming, his serious face also turned into a smile, "Haha, I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to leave!"
Feng Yu landed in front of the disciples of the Ba Dao Sect. He raised his feet and a long sword on the ground was already in his hand. The tip of the sword exuded coldness and hit Zhao Qian's forehead.
Yuan Huwei also saw that this person was not a trivial person, definitely not comparable to the disciples of Ba Dao Sect. He stepped back slightly with his left foot, took a half-lunge stance, held the knife across his hands as wide as the tip of his nose, and his aura became more intense, his eyes fixed on him.
Staring at the masked Feng Yu.
Feng Yu frowned slightly. The opponent's center of gravity was low and very stable. There were always only two reasons for being stable in a fight. One was unintentional, and the other was fatal. He, who was a master of Cha Zi Jue and had learned to observe the subtleties of Qi, of course knew that this hand would use the sword.
His method is both offensive and defensive, and he can also launch a killing blow at any time. He is a swordsman with amazing sword power!
The two faced each other and remained in a stalemate for dozens of seconds. The moment their eyes met and sparks flashed, they moved at the same time.
The long sword slashed towards the opponent's left arm with a cold light. The sword was drawn out very quickly, but the opponent did not panic. He leaned slightly to the right and moved the knife downwards with both hands. It made a harsh sound and also suppressed Feng Yu's sword.
Suddenly, he took a big step forward with his left foot, leaned his left arm in front, and brought the knife forward, wiping the blade and slashing Feng Yu's throat.
The timing was just right, the sword was very fierce, and the transition from defense to attack was just a matter of seconds.
Fortunately, Feng Yu was aware of it. At this moment, his mental power was highly concentrated, which was enough to see through the subtle movements of all masters in the Tongmai realm. He had already expected it in his hand, and with a strong pull of his right hand, the long sword retreated straight away, and was caught by the waiting left hand.
A sword stabbed the wrist holding the knife. The two followed suit and moved, breathing, and they were in a stalemate again.
The tip of the long sword touched the seam of the handle, and the sword stopped a few inches to the right of Feng Yu's neck.
The two people's eyes widened, and they struck out with their right hands at the same time. The powerful counterattack separated the two people, and they almost returned to the state where they had not made any moves before.
Yuan Huwei was shocked by Feng Yu's eighth-level strength, and Feng Yu also tried out the enemy's details.
His sword power and strength are not inferior to his own, and he is even much stronger than him at this moment. Only his speed is not as good as his own, and he is also a meticulous observer in terms of reaction ability. To deal with such an opponent, he must fight a hundred times.
He must be extremely energetic, otherwise it would be almost impossible to defeat him, let alone kill Zhao Qian behind him.
Of course, it should be possible to escape from his sword using Tian Luo Step, but it will only cause injuries and is meaningless.