Chapter three hundred and thirteenth sword control
Regardless of their original intentions, the three groups of people who surrounded and suppressed Chen Ping'an, including seven famous martial arts masters, including Pink Vajra Ma Xuan, Pipa Girl, and Demon Cult Ya'er, have already destroyed this street.
Feng Qingbai, who traveled the world as a knight-errant, was a lunatic. To achieve his goal, he used any means to break through walls and sneak attacks. He failed to assassinate Chen Ping'an with one sword, but instead lost most of Ya'er's life.
The beauty wearing wooden clogs who is expected to succeed as the leader of the Demon Cult as a woman has not been able to turn around yet. One cheek is pressed against the cold street. The beautiful nails of a slender hand are gently sliding on the bluestone, and her eyes are facing the hairpin.
Hwarang Jushi's eyes were full of pain and pleading.
Although it was a joke before, asking Zhou Shi to promise not to allow her to die here, he finally agreed, so why was he so reluctant to take action?
Hairpin Man Zhou Shi didn't feel any guilt, and even looked at her and greeted her with a smile.
Lu Fang never took action.
The elusive Smiley Face has already fought against Chen Ping'an without taking any advantage.
Zhou Shi held the string of scarlet rosary beads and gently twirled them, "Of the people standing now, I, Zhou Shi, am the one holding me back, but I promise to do my best to deal with this person, Mr. Lu, Smiley Face, Feng Qingbai,
Can we put aside our prejudices today and face the enemy together?"
The smiling face was oozing with smiles, and he nodded, "No matter who kills this person in the end, I only want one skill from him, the magic of shrinking the ground into an inch. If I can't get it, the reward will be calculated separately."
Feng Qingbai looked at Chen Pingan with burning eyes, "The last sword to kill him must be done by me. As for all the belongings on him, I will not take any of them. I can also use the magic weapon after killing the immortal."
Hand it over, and you will decide how to divide the loot."
Zhou Shi glanced at the dying Ya'er and said with a smile, "I only want her."
Lu Fang made the final decision, "Then it's settled."
Feng Qingbai held the sword in front of him, bent his fingers, flicked the sword lightly, and said with a playful smile, "Lu Jianxian, you old man, please don't stand by and watch anymore. Be careful to steal the chicken but lose the rice. In the end, each of us will become this person's martial arts grinder."
Shi. As the most capable expert on our side, if you still hide it and risk our lives to test the depth, I won’t be willing to serve you. At worst, I won’t disturb this situation. You can do whatever you want."
Lu Fang smiled and said, "Just don't worry."
After saying this, the Bird's Eye Sword Immortal, who placed his palm against the hilt of the sword, clenched his fist and pulled out the "big chun" sword and sheath from the ground.
Immortal magicians once recorded in a book that in ancient times there was a tree named Dachun, which meant spring for eight thousand years and autumn for eight thousand years. After it bears fruit, mortals who eat it can lift the clouds to the sky.
Chen Ping'an has been quietly building momentum, and he has to adapt to the situation without the restraints of the golden robe.
Among the boxing techniques taught by the old man surnamed Cui, the Yunzheng Daze style or the Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation are all just different in the weight of the punches. However, the slightest difference in the boxing style such as the Shenren Drumming Style can make a huge difference.
And he needs to be wary of Lu Fang at all times. Chen Ping'an must know how to measure each punch.
This is the pinnacle of Chen Pingan's boxing skills since he started practicing martial arts. This is true for his body, soul and spirit.
"Coming, be careful."
Lu Fang reminded everyone with a smile, "It's true. You didn't say hello before taking action. It's so unkind of a master."
At the same time, Lu Fang twisted his wrist and grasped the hilt of the sword for the first time. After holding the famous sword Dachun, Lu Fang's sword energy was too abundant, even if he deliberately suppressed it, he still continued to move forward.
The sword energy poured out, causing the clothes to float without wind, especially the sleeve of the hand holding the sword. The sword energy was full and agitated, and the cuffs were wide open, and there were wisps of hissing sounds coming from inside.
In an instant, Xiaolian'er's heartstrings tightened, and without saying a word, he used the mysterious and mysterious Qimen Dunjia that he had accidentally obtained from the fragmentary secret technique of the Immortal Family, and instantly moved from the earthquake position to the barrier position, without waiting for Xiaolian'er to check.
Chen Ping'an's figure was already in front of him, and his fist was coming towards him, causing a stinging pain on his face.
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared between Smiley's head and fist.
The extremely sharp sword blade lay horizontally and fell into the smiling face's eyes, like a snow-white silk thread placed in front of him.
That punch was blocked by the blade, giving Xiaolianer a little room to maneuver. He disappeared several times, retreated again and again, and finally got rid of the suffocating pressure.
Since his debut, Smiley Face has been traveling around the world for thirty years. Originally, the person he liked to fight the most was the master of the external martial arts. He could advance and retreat freely, teasing those so-called masters who were tossing around and seemed slow, just like walking a dog. This was why Smiley Face was "difficult to deal with."
The origin of the nickname "Ghost" is that several old guys who were famous for their martial arts skills were suddenly eaten to death by the smiling faces of ghosts.
This was the first time that Xiaolianer met a boxing master who could run better than him.
Smiley'er knew that Feng Qingbai saved him once, twice, and might not save him a third time, so he no longer held back, retreated and evaded, his hands were hidden in his big sleeves, and between his fingers, they were both small and exquisite.
It is a handleless flying knife with a cold light. The blade is coated with a green poison, Gelsemium, which is best able to break the martial arts' aura.
Five or six feet away from Chen Ping'an, I saw Feng Qingbai save himself with a sword, but also paid the price and kept a close eye on the man. After three or two rounds, Feng Qingbai fell behind and was hit by a sweeping kick.
Hit on the shoulder, Feng Qingbai flew out with a bang.
Feng Qingbai, who was dressed in a white robe and had one arm drooping, was obviously in a bad situation.
Return a favor in return.
Smiley Face's sleeves were filled with flying knives.
That man was really a monster. Every step he took when punching this time seemed very light. When he stepped on the street, let alone the aura of the pink Vajra Horse proclaiming the God Queen, his feet were cracking the bricks. His smiling face was almost like that.
The person's boots did not touch the ground at all, as if they were always floating in the air.
Xiao Lian'er didn't expect that the six Gelsemium could stab the man, just to give Feng Qingbai a chance to breathe.
Feng Qingbai grinned, spread his fingers, and actually let go of the long sword.
A swordsman, abandoning his sword?
Looking at the smiling face, I felt guilty for a while. Could it be that Feng Qingbai, the ranger who had killed almost half of the martial arts world with his sword from north to south in the past ten years, only had this little weight?
Feng Qingbai's long sword did not fall to the ground, without its master to control it, but the sword trembled slightly, causing ripples, and then suddenly tightened. The long sword hovered in the air, the tip of the sword was raised, pointed directly at the white robe, and
Flash away.
Feng Qingbai shook his left shoulder. He was hit by the whip leg, which caused a biting pain, but it didn't matter.
Feng Qingbai put the fingers of his right hand together to make a sword gesture.
In this narrow and depressing little world, it was impossible to display the magical power of swordsmanship, but Feng Qingbai could already master the relatively inferior swordsmanship.
Feng Qingbai came down this time to "temper the sword" and use all methods to temper the sword's will and heart as much as possible.
Offensive and defensive transition.
Above the street, there is a ball of white snow and a white rainbow.
Zhou Shi, the Hairpin Man, first carefully lifted Ya'er up and let her sit under a wall, lest she die inexplicably under the sword energy and fists of both sides.
The sword that Feng Qingbai penetrated through her back vest was so sharp and cruel that it directly smashed Ya'er's Dantian. Not only that, there was also a ray of sword energy remaining in her body, making it impossible for her to heal her wounds. If not,
An expert came to her rescue and helped her peel off the sword energy, but she could only wait for death. Even the holy healing medicine from the Vajra Temple was of no use.
Of course, Zhou Shi did not have sex with her during the battle. He crouched in the shadow of the wall and pressed slightly with his thumb. The string of beads wrapped around his fist was pushed out one by one. The scarlet beads did not roll down randomly, and fell on the blue stone street.
After being loaded twice, it disappeared into thin air.
Zhou Shi kept scattering the beads.
This is an amulet given to him by his father Zhou Fei. If used properly, he can save his life against ten people in the world, and he can kill the enemy against ten people in the world. Of course, the master of Spring Chao Palace also
He told Zhou Shi that when he meets Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, he should run away if he can, and if he can't run, he should kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, so as not to be embarrassed.
Feng Qingbai strolled around the court, moving slowly, chasing the white robe with his hearty sword control skills. Chen Pingan tried to get rid of it several times, but he was still entangled by the flying sword.
The flying sword is so fast that one can only see the sword light flowing.
Smiley face didn't dare to add anything, so he adjusted his breathing silently in the distance. Seeing this scene, Smiley face was both relieved and a little scared. How should he deal with Feng Qingbai if he met him?
The white robe that rolled like snowflakes suddenly stopped and reached out to hold the hilt of the flying sword.
Feng Qingbai was not afraid, "There is such a simple thing, you will definitely not be able to catch it..."
Don't wait for Feng Qingbai to finish speaking.
Chen Pingan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and struck the sword with his left hand.
The sword body was not broken, but the tip of the sword was raised high and bent in a huge arc.