The figure's speed is not slow, and it can be said to be very fast. It should be said that it is the first-class Qing Gong in the world. Such Qing Gong still can't get over the wall. It can be seen that the saying that Qing Gong has its own advantages is by no means a myth.
Feng Xiaoxiao looked at his figure and suddenly said: "What is he doing up there?"
He raised his sword to the sky and said: "The entrance is blocked. In order to watch the show, of course we have no choice but to go up."
Feng Xiaoxiao said in surprise: "But now the show is over."
He raised his sword to the sky and said, "I'm also very sorry that he had no choice but to run away again."
Feng Xiaoxiao mourned for Jian Wuhen. At this time, Jian Wuhen had already run to the city gate. Seeing everyone looking up at him, and Yi Jian Soaring to the Sky also reached below, he shouted: "Why did you get down?"
He raised his sword to the sky and shouted: "It's okay, you can come down too!"
Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't see Jian Wuhen's face, and he probably looked like ashes. A battle could almost be predicted.
But even if Jian Wuhen wanted to swallow a sword and reach the sky, he would have to come down first, but he was motionless up there, probably because he was so angry that he didn't know what to do.
Feng Xiaoxiao's heart softened, and he jumped up, stepped on the city wall, and made several "pah pah pah" sounds before climbing up to the top of the wall.
Sure enough, as he thought, Jian Wuhen looked ashen and lost his mind. Feng Xiaoxiao stepped forward and patted him: "Come on, I'll take you down." Feng Xiaoxiao's Qinggong skill made it easy to climb up the wall, so it's probably not a problem to bring someone with him. Of course, it's also
It has to be someone as accomplished as Jian Wuhen in Qinggong, but just anyone can't do it.
Jian Wuhen glanced at Feng Xiaoxiao with some confusion. Feng Xiaoxiao saw that his right hand was holding the hilt of the sword with blue veins popping out. Feng Xiaoxiao patted him and said, "Relax, it's okay."
Pulling him to the wall, Feng Xiaoxiao still said a little worriedly: "Remember to use Qinggong too!" Seeing Jian Wuhen's dazed look on his face, he didn't think about it for a moment, so he followed suit.
Jian Wuhen nodded. Feng Xiaoxiao pulled him and said, "Jumped."
Jian Wuhen cooperated very well with Feng Xiaoxiao's leap out, which made Feng Xiaoxiao breathe a sigh of relief. At least his life was safe.
But when he was still a little distance from the ground, Jian Wuhen suddenly kicked off the wall and broke away from Feng Xiaoxiao's arm. Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, but then he understood what he was going to do, so he didn't try to stop him.
Jian Wuhen, who was falling in full view of everyone, suddenly flew out.
With a "clang" sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and with a flick of his wrist, dazzling sword light poured out. Ordinary people couldn't see how many sword lights he had at this time, but Feng Xiaoxiao could see clearly, ten
Three, are three sword lights, which are Jian Wuhen's unique move "Thirteen Soul-Chasing Swords".
Others were surprised by the momentum and speed of the sword, but they were even more surprised by the target it attacked.
Several rays of sword light were all pointing at Yi Jian Soaring to the Sky. Most people have not yet figured out who this person is. But no matter who it is, he must be a friend of Feng Xiaoxiao and the others, so why would he attack Yi Sword Soaring to the Sky?
Still such a ruthless killer? This is commonplace in Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes, but incomprehensible to others.
He must have been mentally prepared for the sword to reach the sky. Just when Jian Wuhen and Feng Xiaoxiao jumped down, he had already quietly pulled out the sword in his hand without anyone noticing.
At this time, he raised his arms and waved, and the sword light in his hand flashed. With one sword in his hand, six swords came out at once. They turned into six frightening rainbows and flew straight towards Jian Wuhen, who was rushing towards him.
Everyone around was excited. A sword shot into the sky is something that is hard to see in recent days. In the past, there was an endless stream of challenges that gave everyone a chance to see the style from time to time. But since the battle with Iron Banner,
After that, no one wanted to challenge it anymore.
The six flying swords met the thirteen swords thrust out by Jian Wuhen in an instant. Although they were weak in number, they were not inferior in terms of momentum.
Several collisions came together, and there was an earth-shaking loud noise. The faces of everyone watching turned pale, and they involuntarily took a step back. But it was all because they were thinking in their hearts: If this sword hits me, what will happen to me?
What will happen?
After the loud noise, Jian Wuhen turned back, and after doing several beautiful turns in the air, he landed gracefully, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his face unchanged. His expression was calm, but he didn't show any joy. It was obvious that
, no one gained the upper hand.
Look at Yi Jian Soaring to the Sky again, his arm is withdrawn, but the sword tip is pointing diagonally towards the sky. The six long swords that flew out were now scattered and falling after just one blow, but after Yi Jian Soaring to the Sky with such a swing, the six swords reappeared
The six swords flew back together. They crossed each other and attached themselves to the sword in his hand. What surprised everyone was that the six swords actually started to rotate, and one sword shot into the sky, as if holding a windmill in his hand.
This is a strange sight that no one has seen before, including Feng Xiaoxiao. He secretly thought, no wonder it is called "Qi Jue Cyclone Sword". "Qi Jue" understands it. Is this why the word "whirlwind" comes from?
The two people's looks at this time are undoubtedly quite chic. Even if they let go of their hands and wash their hands, they would be resigned to it. The indifferent expressions on their faces add a bit of desolation. Others dare not even show their dignity.
, fully looking forward to the continued duel between the two.
At this time, Feng Xiaoxiao, who was under the corner, suddenly received the news. When he pulled it out, Feng Xiaoxiao vomited a mouthful of blood.
There are two messages, one comes from Yi Jian Soaring to the Sky and the other comes from Jian Wuhen.
The contents of the messages are miraculously similar: If you don't come up to break up the fight, we really want to fight to the death!
It has become a habit for the two of them to fight over trivial matters, but no matter how embarrassing they are, their lives are always safe. At this time, Jian Wuhen habitually took action, with a sword reaching the sky. Of course, he was unwilling to show weakness in front of so many people.
But they were too embarrassed to give up immediately, and no one wanted to pretend to be defeated. So they all thought of handing over this arduous and glorious task to Feng Xiaoxiao.
Feng Xiaoxiao saw Jian Wuhen's back at this time. He glanced at Yijian Soaring Sky, which was facing him. His eyes were cold and full of disdain, and he didn't look at Feng Xiaoxiao at all. Feng Xiaoxiao could hardly believe it.
The message just now was from him, so he pulled it out again to confirm it.
There was a strong aura of a life-and-death showdown in the arena, and only Feng Xiaoxiao knew what the two were up to. As a last resort, he could only cooperate with the two of them in a show.
With a flash of his body, Feng Xiaoxiao jumped between the two of them. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a sword rising to the sky and said, "Xiao Feng, don't worry about it. I will definitely teach him a lesson today."
Jian Wuhen immediately agreed: "Yes, get out of the way and let us fight to the death."
Feng Xiaoxiao's face turned cold, and he immediately said: "It's okay, I'm just passing by, you continue." After saying that, he walked between the two people and stood in the crowd of spectators on the side.
Feng Xiaoxiao's news here was almost violent. When he opened it, he saw two people.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stop making trouble."
"Boss, please help me!"
"Oh, we were wrong, come and save us."
Feng Xiaoxiao, however, had a good time, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Hey, you two, are you going to fight or not?"
The sharp eyes of the two people suddenly stared at Feng Xiaoxiao. Feng Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and a very bad feeling emerged. They only heard the two people shouting: "If you want to cause trouble, I will deal with you first."
The "windmill"-like object formed by the six swords soaring into the sky spun and flew towards him, and Jian Wuhen also shouted and killed it.
Feng Xiaoxiao was shocked. These two bastards seemed to be determined to find a way out of him. He was depressed because he could not be bullied by them like this.
Feng Xiaoxiao used Qinggong and turned around to run away quickly, but he didn't expect that the thing that came out of the sword that shot into the sky would actually turn around with him. Feng Xiaoxiao was crying in his heart, isn't this thing too ridiculous? Is this something that should be in martial arts? The thing that shot into the sky with a sword.
His martial arts skills are as rogue as his people.
And Jian Wuhen shouted from behind: "Don't run away if you can."
Feng Xiaoxiao ran a few steps, gritted his teeth, and held the flying knife in his hand. You are unkind, I am unjust, Feng Xiaoxiao comforted himself like this. I will let you suffer today.
Of course, Feng Xiaoxiao's goal was not to take their lives. He turned around and flew out a knife, shooting directly at Jian Wuhen's left leg. Although the "windmill" with the sword soaring into the sky was close to him, his people were farther away. Of course, this knife was
Got the materials nearby.
But Jian Wuhen just dodged and the sword had been avoided by him. Feng Xiaoxiao was depressed. Sure enough, they were masters of different levels. It was easy to shoot the ordinary masters from the Iron Banner League, but top masters like Jian Wuhen were still a little behind.
.
Although I can also use "Wind Shadowless" to make this move stronger, but is it too strong?
"Feng Wuying" also relies on shots and hits to determine the highest attack power. Feng Xiaoxiao was afraid that this sword would come out. If Jian Wuhen couldn't avoid it, he would die.
Feng Xiaoxiao was about to cry but had no tears. He had expected this for a long time. Because his moves were too strong, he would be bullied by these guys. Although he would not really deal with him even if he did not block them, the same was true for him.
I don't want to lose this person.
Escape with Qinggong? It seems that this is the only way, but before leaving, you have to tease them and express the bad anger in your heart.
With a thought in his mind, Feng Xiaoxiao came to the foot of the city wall, jumped up, and flew up with his feet alternately.
Looking down at Dijian Wuhen, Feng Xiaoxiao said jokingly: "Hey, come up!"
The windmill that shot up to the sky with his sword had stopped at this time. The distance he could control with his seven swords was also limited, and it did not reach as long as the height of the city wall.
At this time, Feng Xiaoxiao took "Heavy Rain" and prepared to use all his strength to give Yi Jian Soaring a blow, letting him know how powerful he was.
But when he saw a sword soaring into the sky and rushed under the city wall, without thinking, he picked up the sword Wuhen and shouted: "Jump."
The two of them flew up together, kicking off the wall and flying up. Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned, and the flying knife did not take action, but the two of them had already flown to the top of the city.
He raised his sword to the sky and said proudly: "Do you think everything will be fine once you reach the top of the city?"
Feng Xiaoxiao had a surprised expression at this time, while the expression on Jian Wuhen's face was similar to Feng Xiaoxiao's.
Yi Jian Soaring to the Sky seemed to have reacted to something in an instant. He turned his head and looked at Jian Wuhen. Jian Wuhen's eyes had begun to burn fiercely, and he heard him yell loudly: "So you can pull me up."
He raised his sword to the sky and said dumbly: "Ah! This..." He looked at Feng Xiaoxiao again.
Feng Xiaoxiao shrugged and said: "No one is watching here, you can chat slowly." After saying that, he jumped down from the top of the city.
The wind blew past my ears, and at the same time I could hear yelling and the sound of weapons clashing from above.
