The soft sword's brilliance was brilliant, the blue color was colorful, and the sharpness was like a roar, covering the entire world.
Wei Feng stretched out his arms and stepped on the ground with both feet. The green sword swept across the sky, and the cold blade light was embedded directly into the light network.
The light of the sword was strong, and wherever it went, the web of light that fell from the air scattered. In the colorful light, fluffy blood spots also flew and scattered at the same time. The two figures suddenly separated, but met again at the moment of separation.
The green and green cold light suddenly exploded like thousands of flashing snakes, bending and twisting, stabbing and flying, and the bright blue and cold rainbow was as strong as before, dancing in the light and shadow. Go straight in the middle.
After everything stopped, Zhu Bing's soft sword was tightly entangled with Wei Feng's Qingying rapier, and a satisfied smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
Wei Feng's face seemed to be wearing a mask, showing an extremely stern, solemn, and ferocious expression. It was almost unbelievable that this was a face that often had a smile on its lips!
Following the roar that sounded like cracking silk, Wei Feng quickly swayed his body, and suddenly swung his left palm to slash, and in one stroke, piece by piece, tangible and erratic palm shadows were squeezed from all directions, gray and gray The shadows of the palms flashed and danced in layers, and the air seemed unable to withstand the squeeze, screaming and collapsing in tears of blood, and scattered to all directions!
At this time, all that could be seen in this scene were countless gray palm shadows, which made people's hearts shrink and could hardly breathe.
This is exactly what Wei Feng has been practicing for a long time - Flying Cutting Palm.
This is a Kung Fu of the Splitting Air Palm type, but the power of the Splitting Air Palm is more powerful. There are five levels from the beginning to the end, and each level contains a move. One move can maximize the power of the "Flying Splitting Palm" moves.
Just because the greatest secret of chopping palm lies in "cutting", not in "palm". Only the hardness of "palm" and the depth of palm power, "cutting" is the key to the five moves. There is no way to practice palm strength. To the corresponding extent. Even if you learn those five moves, you won't be able to exert the corresponding power, it's just an empty show! On the contrary, "Flying Slashing Palm" is just like the ordinary Splitting Air Palm.
Zhu Bing suddenly straightened up and staggered back a few steps.
The long and narrow face was stained with splotches of blood, and the facial features of the leader of the Blood God Guard were so terrifying - his left shoulder, chest, right rib and other parts were oozing with bright red blood. Especially on the right shoulder, Wei Feng slashed there with three consecutive palms. Not only the shoulder bone was shattered, but a half-foot-long wound opened up. His entire back was completely soaked in blood and turned red.
Wei Feng, who was about ten steps away from Zhu Bing, was not intact. His brand-new green shirt had three holes on his left shoulder and chest. The most serious one was on his chest. It was like a wound. It's very troublesome to add injuries to the body! Zhu Bing was breathing rapidly and painfully, and his whole body was experiencing spasms from time to time. Until then, he was still holding his weapon tightly in his hand. But there was no input from him. Internally, the soft sword that was dancing like a silver snake just now has lost the majesty it had at that time. It has become like a dead snake with its head drooping.
There was a suffocating silence all around. None of the Li Xue disciples and others thought that Wei Feng could be so powerful despite being injured.
Zhu Bing's current injury was already unsustainable, and he didn't show off any more. He just took a painful breath and retreated.
"What a great Wei Feng, you are worthy of being a Fengchen Swordsman. One-on-one, there really aren't many in our Lixue Sect who can be your rival!" Zhang Buyuan seemed to be saying in admiration.
Wei Feng laughed sarcastically. He raised his head and said, "Then let's come together!"
"Hurry up!" He was just as aloof as before. Even though he knew it would be fatal, Wei Feng didn't want to lose any of the limelight.
The wound on the shoulder and chest was still oozing blood. The blood almost dyed the front of the green shirt red, but Wei Feng's expression was so calm and deep.
Indifferent and indifferent, as if the injury was on someone else and the blood was flowing from someone else...
The coldness between his brows was chilling. Wei Feng stretched his hands slightly to both sides, and there was an extremely cold chill in the depths of his pupils...
Seeing Zhu Bing's tragic situation, the rest of the Lixue Sect and others were heartbroken and secretly glad that Wei Feng was seriously injured by him. Otherwise, someone might be dragged into the trap between life and death.
"Elder Zhang, it's getting late. It's time to send him on his way."
Traitors, traitors who target their original companions are often more aggressive than their enemies. Huo Zheng said with a smile, "Let's hurry up and don't waste time!"
Deng Fei nodded vigorously, his wrists were covered with elbow-length black leather wristbands inlaid with iron, and he carried an unsheathed machete on his back: "Yes, let's send him on his way first!"
The lean man in his forties, squinting his swollen eyes, also said: "The situation is different, Elder Zhang, I think we can do it together without being polite!"
Zhang Buyuan hesitated for a moment, then agreed in a blink of an eye. Wei Feng was quite capable, but now he has reached his limit.
"Stand shoulder to shoulder, get on-" Zhang Buyuan gave the order.
Deng Fei turned aside, holding the heavy and sharp unsheathed machete with a cold light in his hand. The thin blade pointed upright and pointed directly at Wei Feng. A cold and cold aura was pressing into his chest.
In front of you, the sword has not yet been extended, but the momentum has already been released.
However, the first one to attack Wei Feng was not Deng Fei, but that lean man in his forties. He was one of the elders of the inner sect of Lixue Sect, a very shrewd man named Du Diao.
I don't know when, a steel whip was thrown out of Du Diao's hand. It has nine sections in total and is as thick as a thumb. There is a three-inch long spear-like tip at the top. It is made of pure steel. It is a very skillful weapon.
weapon.
But now, this steel whip is already driving with great force, like a bolt of lightning, it is rushing towards Wei Feng in a diagonal direction!
Wei Feng's body suddenly floated up - like a weightless ball of cotton wool, pulled along the unwinding belt of Du Diao's steel whip. The moment his body rolled, the seven cold green lights were like seven cold currents, sharp.
Scatter out!
Wei Feng had little experience in dealing with the steel whip, which was a cold weapon in the world. But he knew one thing, you could never just cut one point, unless you could kill two people with one strike.
Du Diao smiled coldly, his hand trembling like a stabbing sword, the twisting steel whip straightened into a straight line in an instant, and the whip body penetrated Wei Feng's heart through seven rays of sword light!
Deng Fei's machete also fell violently at this moment. The blade broke through the air, and a shrill scream sounded in the air, and the powerful force of the knife condensed into a formed force.
Wei Feng shrank and twisted, and took three steps with extreme accuracy, just in time to avoid the front and rear attacks of Du Diao and Deng Fei!
At this time, Huo Zheng suddenly jumped into the air, his figure soaring, and he was already flying from top to bottom like an eagle as agile and fierce as an eagle. A black shadow followed his movements and turned into a black stream.
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His eyes were focused and deep. Wei Feng didn't take a step back, and he waved his right hand violently. The green thin sword stretched and retracted freely, as if it was spreading out thousands of intertwined snakes and lightning, criss-crossing and weaving into a network of light.
It was his turn to make this move.
The sound of gold and iron colliding suddenly became chaotic. The beautiful woman in black bounced and rolled over, stabbed Zhang Buyuan diagonally and slashed with a pair of crescent knives close to the ground, attacking Wei Feng's lower third!
Wei Feng's feet suddenly stood up, and the light of the green sword shot out, its sharp edge as sharp as frost.
Zhang Buyuan, who was involved in the roll, had not yet reached his position. He roared and ran back faster than when he came!
The pair of soft palms of the beautiful woman in black caught the gap between Zhang Buyuan's retreat and filled the gap. The palm movements were carried by the strong wind, and there was a faint roaring sound with just one move, and the force was powerful. The move was moved in time.
With unpredictable changes, he is a real master of palm skills!
Wei Feng's figure flickered left and right. The shaking figure was still in people's eyes. His true body had already soared five feet in the air and rolled down from top to bottom. During the jump, Wei Feng accidentally avoided Huo Zheng's attack.
Offensive. The cold light shining from the Qingying rapier was like a rain of light falling from the sky.
The movement like flowing water was not as violent as the sudden burst of light. The beautiful woman in black tried to use the highest palm skills she could to intervene, but she couldn't resist the extraordinary force.
Under the overwhelming pressure of the dense light, she suddenly had no choice but to retreat sharply.
Deng Fei's machete surged towards Wei Feng like a raging wave. He became the main force in this confrontation. The sharp blade cut the air, making a harsh sound like cracking silk.
sound.
Wei Feng should be lucky that he has good movement skills. He can make such a very small but extremely fast dodge in the air. Every time he dodges, he can return a sword in the slightest gap.
Wei Feng's movements were strange and fast, and impeccable. But the side effects were also huge. The several wounds he suffered were very affecting. The burning pain of the wounds was so painful that it was almost heart-wrenching, especially in the chest, where blood flowed.
Too much, and every moment of delay sapped a bit of his stamina.
But at this time, he could only endure it and try his best to hold on. Wei Feng knew very well that if he slacked off at this critical moment, the consequences would be fatal.
And the longer the fight lasts, the more disadvantageous it will be for him. Therefore, his only way is to kill hard and kill quickly!
Before hanging up, drag a pad back!
Deng Fei's machete attack was fierce and ferocious, Du Diao's nine-section steel whip was swung like a storm, Zhang Buyuan's tall body was spinning close to the ground, and the pair of crescent knives seemed to be filled with silver flowers, hitting large and small ones.
The whirls flow around and around.
Huo Zheng jumped into the air again and struck down repeatedly. The pair of iron staffs in his hands flicked down with cold stars, which was extremely powerful.
The beautiful woman in black clothes, her body movements and gait are as fast as the wind, she advances and retreats very quickly, her palms are powerful and deep, she seeks for gaps, and her palm shadows fly in clusters, which is also a great restraint on Wei Feng.
While he was turning and moving, several wounds were twitching, as if someone was rubbing the wounds hard. Wei Feng had been in the world for more than ten years and had been tested for many years. That kind of pain was really unbearable.
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Sweat beads the size of beans dripped from his forehead, soaking through his clothes and making them sticky. Wei Feng could feel his breathing gradually becoming thicker, the strength of his sword and palm gradually becoming weak, and he even looked out.
It's also a little hazy.
Zhu Bing's defeat was not worthless. The damage caused by the Lanling Soft Sword to Wei Feng was far more serious than it seemed. Before that, Wei Feng still had the power to defeat one person. After that,
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The injured areas seemed to be attached to a weakening curse, and they were slowly draining away Wei Feng's power moment by moment.
However, he was used to seeing life and death in Jianghu, and after many bloody battles, Wei Feng's temperament shaped by life and death in blood and fire made him feel unwilling to accept it.
He will never give up his life in vain in the hands of the enemy. If you want his life, then exchange it for something substantial enough!
The anger in his heart was only deep in his heart, and it was not revealed at all on the surface. But the deathly gaze in his eyes showed a heart-stopping calmness in the deep darkness.
Wei Feng was still as calm as ever and responded to the call coldly and stiffly. His eyes were sullen, and not even a muscle on his cheek squirmed or a muscle was twitching...
Sharp lights and shadows flew, and flashes of cold light intertwined; five flashes flew around, and the center surrounding it was Wei Feng. Up, down, left, and right, it was like being caught in a dragnet.
The sky and the earth are like a large circle that intersects up and down, netting these rushing figures that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Deng Fei's machete was reflected in a semi-arc shaped flame, and the blade was deflected, like a flash of flint, cutting into the back of Wei Feng's neck. Almost in no particular order, Du Diao's nine-section steel whip also exploded from bottom to top.
Coming in!
It’s time to decide whether to live or die! We’ve been waiting for long enough!
Wei Feng suddenly arched his back and bent over. He did not dodge in any direction where there was room, but instead rushed forward with unspeakable speed. He saw the steel whip waving with silver light, and after the muffled sound of "Puff", the steel whip was rolled up.
Wei Feng's strong body had been flipped half a foot away by Du Diao. However, he happened to avoid Deng Fei's knife that cut off the river!
The sword's power failed. Deng Fei was stunned!
That's enough. What Wei Feng wants is the space and time for this shot.
His tumbling body suddenly turned wildly, and he slashed out a sword with all his strength.
Deng Fei's strong body stumbled back, and a stream of red blood spattered from his body. At the same time, when Du Diao had not yet figured out the cause of the evolution of the matter, and was in shock, Wei Feng had already
Swinging the green thin sword in his hand horizontally, his body skills flew into the air, and his green shirt flew straight towards Du Diao.
It's a pity that the traitor Huo Zheng didn't arrive at his position!
Du Diao's steel whip shook in his hand. The heavy steel whip immediately turned into a dexterous poisonous snake and penetrated into Wei Feng's abdomen. Before he had time to twist it, Wei Feng's right hand was already imprinted on Du Diao's right shoulder.
Shoulders.
Blood is splattering...
"Ouch——" With a long and terrifying howl, Du Diao happily threw down the steel whip in his hand. He rolled onto his side and fell to the ground, the shrill howl still trembling in the air.
One of Zhang Buyuan's crescent-shaped double knives neatly cut off a palm-sized piece of flesh and blood on Wei Feng's calf. The other swiveled at the base of Wei Feng's left foot, and a thick green tendon was immediately cut into two pieces.
Wei Feng stood still and stabbed Zhang Buyuan's shoulder and back with his left hand three times!
Trade injury for injury, life for life.
It's a pity that his palm strength at this moment is not as good as before, otherwise these three blows would be enough to smash Zhang Buyuan's shoulder bone.
Wei Feng himself was staggered by the shock. This shock would not have shaken him, but his hamstring was broken, his feet were rootless, and Wei Feng's lower body was weak.
Before he had time to stand firm, a figure flashed from his upper back, and the cold light shone. He was knocked three feet away, and the green shirt on his back tore open with four blood stains, which was shocking!
It is Huo Zheng’s masterpiece!
Among the six masters sent out by the Lixue Sect this time, his strength is inferior to Zhang Buyuan and Zhu Bing. But when fighting hard, it is too insignificant to be the only one who can do anything but You Dou.
But everything was kept secret, Huo Zheng was afraid that Wei Feng would catch him if he got too close, so he desperately wanted to settle the score with him.
Huo Zheng's figure just passed by, and the beautiful woman in black pounced on him again, her palms flying, and her strength surged.
A woman's palm power is stronger than Wei Feng's "Flying Cutting Palm".
Wei Feng tried his best to get out of the way, but the tendons in his left heel were severed, making it difficult for him to move.
The beautiful woman's palm movements were fast and she hit him suddenly, one palm after another, one palm as fast as the other! Wei Feng dodged once, dodged two, but couldn't dodge three or four, and a pair of soft white and delicate hands gently printed on his chest.
forward.
His face was severely distorted, his head was covered with sweat mixed with blood, and his hair was disheveled. His steel teeth were clenched tightly, but Wei Feng's eyes were still deep and cold, as if his eyes had nothing to do with the rest of his body.
Even.
The last moment when the beautiful woman's heavy palm hit Yin Weifeng's chest - he opened his mouth.
A stream of blood arrows shot out from his mouth!
The blood arrow instantly hit the face of the beautiful woman who was close at hand, and a bright blood flower splashed out. This blood arrow contained Wei Feng's inner energy, which stirred up the inner energy and hit the weak face...
The beautiful woman in black reacted as if she had been struck by a hammer. She threw up her arms and screamed, then fell sideways.
The power of this blood arrow was far from enough to kill a person, and Wei Feng was not accurate enough to penetrate the eye socket. But the blood arrow full of internal force hit the beautiful woman's face, not only collapsing the bridge of her nose, but also leaving her face covered with blood.
It was full of small wounds, and even one right eye was blurred with blood.
Even if she is cured, the beautiful woman has become ugly, and her pretty face is completely ruined!
If women were allowed to choose, especially beautiful women, their appearance would probably be more precious to them than their lives!
Her eyes were bulging and her heart was split, and she was screaming like crazy. The beautiful woman gritted her teeth and stared at Wei Feng with extreme resentment. That deep resentment would never be eliminated in ten lifetimes!
"Wei Feng, you evil thief, I, Lan Ruoxin, will fight with you to death in the next life!"
Wei Feng's expression became even more depressed. He didn't even have the strength to wipe away the blood stains on the corners of his lips with his sleeves. His face showed a frightening paleness, but he still said intermittently: "Just because of what happened today...
...In the next life...you and I...the entire Lixue Sect...will fight to the death..."
"Death is imminent, but I still don't know how to repent." Zhang Buyuan looked extremely embarrassed.
With such a huge advantage, he actually... had such a result. Even if someone calls him incompetent, it won't hurt him.
The wound on his shoulder and back suddenly spasmed. Zhang Buyuan resisted the tearing pain and said in a hateful voice: "I want to cut your body into pieces, crush your bones, scatter it in the wild to feed the dogs, and let you die without a burial!"
Huo Zheng pointed a pair of iron staffs diagonally at the ground. Hearing this, he immediately shouted in a low voice: "Circle them up!"
As the nine Lexue Sect elites who followed immediately stepped forward, forming a surrounding formation, each of them raised their swords and drew their swords, staring at Wei Feng with gleaming eyes.
"Let me cut him into pieces." Huo Zheng is the person who wants to see Wei Feng die the most. But no matter how good he is, he will not be reduced to attacking the current Wei Feng. And he is also afraid of Wei Feng
