Feng Ba's body swayed, and he ducked sideways. The sword energy formed by Qi passed coolly across his side, faintly scratching away a few hairs that were flying in the wind.
"Good boy." The gray-clothed holy monk laughed strangely, twirling his fingers lightly, and the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck suddenly flew like arrows, shooting toward several large acupoints in Feng Ba's body. Feng Ba flew up and jumped
As soon as he jumped, the green shadow flew around, and dozens of huge Buddha beads flew around him, but none of them hit him. The beads seemed to have spiritual energy, and they missed a hit and spun around in the air.
They all returned to the hands of the holy monk in gray. He pulled them with both hands, and a series of Buddha beads appeared, like a sharp sword, and he stabbed Feng Ba with one sword.
Feng Ba closed his palms and used the power of his palms to contain the sword energy, but was forced back a few steps by the sword energy. His legs sank, he steadied his body, concentrated and held his breath, and pushed with his palms. The gray-clothed holy monk's face changed slightly.
, was actually pushed a few steps away by the wind of his palm. Seeing this, the holy monk in yellow raised his robes, revealing a pair of jet-black tungsten iron thorns hidden under his robes, and stabbed towards Feng Bafei up and down.
Obviously, they despised the beautiful man in front of them. At that moment, they each took out their own weapons, not daring to underestimate the enemy again. Feng Ba was one against two, and was unarmed, so he was gradually at a disadvantage.
Everyone in the general's palace looked extremely nervous and worried, but no one dared to step forward to help him. No one was afraid of military law, but how could they just join in the fight between top masters? If they didn't pay attention, just
I'm afraid that I can't help him, but will become a burden to him.
With a hiss, the tungsten iron thorn of the yellow-robed holy monk scratched Feng Ba's arm. A cut was made in the green coat, and a faint trace of blood oozed from his arm.
Yang Xi's heart tore violently with this wound. She clenched her silver teeth and stared at Feng Ba for a moment.
The holy monk in yellow succeeded in his move and let out a strange laugh. The tungsten iron thorn struck lightly but majesticly again. The holy monk in gray also looked up. The beads flew up and enveloped Feng Ba. He twisted his fingers tightly, and the beads gradually
Draw closer to him.
The two masters launched their killing moves at the same time, and the people in the general's palace were shocked. Several figures flew up quickly, but they all seemed to be encountering invisible resistance. Their figures paused in mid-air, and then they were all bounced away.
go out.
The internal strength of the three people on the tree was beyond their imagination. During this fierce battle, no one on the ground could get close.
Just as Feng Ba was sinking deeper and deeper into the two internal forces, two figures, one green and one pink, flashed across the air.
"King!" The cyan figure made a swipe, and a bright silver light flew out of her hand and shot directly towards the three people in the melee.
Feng Ba raised his eyebrows slightly and struck out with a palm, narrowly carving out a slit in the formation of Buddhist beads and tungsten iron thorns. He dodged and flew out of the slit, with his five fingers grasping, and the silver in the air
The light was held in his hand. He turned around and cut it open with a knife, and the silver light flashed. The two holy monks only felt the silver light shimmering in front of them. When their minds were slightly stunned, a deep energy from the sky had already hit their chests.
He hurriedly flew back, his body was fixed on a high wall in the distance, and there was a shallow bloody gash on his chest.
Feng Ba once again stood firmly on the treetops. In his hand, a silver sword as tall as him shone brightly in the moonlight, making it look terrifying.
Beside him, a ghost-faced woman in green clothes and a masked woman in pink stood sideways, their ghost faces and gauze flickering in the silver light, creating a deep and cold atmosphere.
"Protect her." He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on a small face that looked pale due to excessive tension.
Yang Xi met his concerned gaze, and her trembling lips were slightly opened, showing silent concern. His cold and thin lips were slightly raised, and her heart felt slightly warm.
When the two women heard the words, they didn't say a word, their figures flashed, and the next moment they were protecting Yang Xi.
"Drinking Moon Sword!" One of the martial arts masters invited back by Murong Xi exclaimed.
Drinking moon knife!
Everyone was startled, and all their eyes fell on the big sword in Feng Ba's hand. This moon-drinking sword, which had only been seen in the weapon catalogue, ranked second in the history of martial arts weapons for thousands of years, and it still ranked second.
On top of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword of Guan Yu, who was so powerful during the Three Kingdoms period!
According to legend, this sword feeds on the sun and moon, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. It is extremely powerful. When the light of the sword appears, blood will be seen. If the person holding the sword can control its aura, he can become one with the sword and increase his own power.
up to twice as much. However, if the user of the knife lacks internal strength and cannot control it, he will be counterattacked by the sharp edge of the Moon Knife, ranging from serious injury to death. Now, Feng Ba can not only use it at will, but also defeat Bei with one move.
Liang Shengseng, no one dares to ignore this skill.
Feng Sufu and others were overjoyed and were surprised. Feng Ba had lived and died with them for many years, but they didn't know that his martial arts attainments had reached such an unfathomable level, and the Moon-Drinking Sword in his hand
, and they had never seen him use it.
Of course they didn't know that Feng Bazhong had been suffering from the flesh-eating Gu for many years, and the pain he suffered every full-moon night was definitely unbearable for most people, and he had to overcome the pain step by step, every time he had an attack.
As he successfully resisted the poisonous poison, his internal strength invisibly increased by leaps and bounds. Today, it has far surpassed what it was before.
The Beiliang Saint Monk came back to his senses after a brief shock. They glanced at each other, their faces darkened, and in the blink of an eye they returned to Feng Ba. The yellow and gray figures surrounded Feng Ba one after another, and instantly enveloped Feng Ba in countless
Under the shadow of.
They were prosperous for a while, and they didn't pay any attention to this unknown boy, but they didn't expect that he had such deep inner strength, and with the help of the Moon Drinking Sword, he defeated them with one move.
Walk on the rivers and lakes with face!
If they don't say this, if Feng Ba is not eliminated, they will never be able to set foot in this world again.
The two have been practicing together since they were young. What they have developed is not only superb martial arts, but also an inseparable mental understanding. As soon as one person's thoughts arise, the other person can completely understand them.
Either he dies or we perish. Today, no matter what, we must decide whether to live or die.
Feng Ba also seemed to sense their ruthlessness. He held his right hand and held the moon-drinking knife and faced them steadily.
The sparkling pearls, the shining tungsten iron, and the silver knife captured the attention of everyone below for a while.
However, the Beiliang Saint Monk gradually felt that he was invincible, and his two gray and yellow robes gradually became stained with obvious streaks of blood. During the melee, the two of them looked at each other. At that moment, they sheathed their weapons and used their palms to attack.
Almost four palms were shot out, and the Qi had already arrived before the palms were reached, and the overwhelming Qi rushed out in an instant.
Since we are defeated by him in terms of weapons, we should sacrifice our shortcomings to gain the strong points and fight with our internal strength!
When Feng Ba saw this, he held the knife across his heart gate with both hands, using the knife as his palm, he steadily faced him forward.
The holy monk pushed his four palms onto the handle of the knife. For a moment, the three of them were like gods, frozen in place.
The wind moved but no one moved, and everything in the world seemed to have stopped in an instant.
Quiet, as quiet as a lake, as quiet as a smoky stream.