The flaming blade exploded in the palm of his hand, and the sharp pain made Zhaoyang Jun mistakenly think that his palm was cut into two pieces.
"You——"
Zhaoyang Jun saw that the palm of his left hand was bleeding and his fingers could not move. He immediately understood that the wound was deep and he could no longer fight.
Full of fear, Zhaoyang Jun forced his energy, split his body into four, and blocked Cheng Sanwu with his phantom body. He flew out of the battle circle and hurriedly shouted to his subordinates:
"Bring the flying sword! Quick!"
Zhaoyang Jun’s subordinates are all capable people. Needless to say, the eight people have a clear division of labor. Some people set up crossbows and fired arrows at Cheng Sanwu to restrain him. Some people took good medicine to stop the bleeding and bandaged Zhaoyang Jun. One of them lowered his back.
The long wooden box contains a rusty three-foot ancient sword.
Zhaoyang Jun grabbed the ancient sword, and the true energy in his body poured out involuntarily, and was absorbed crazily by the ancient sword.
At this time, Cheng Sanwu had already chopped Liubo's phantom body into pieces, and fire was flying around his body. Four subordinates stepped forward to resist, but they were cut in half on the spot. The flaming sword passed by, raising a boiling mist of blood. p>
Amid the miserable howl, Zhaoyang Jun gathered his strength, raised his sword and pointed it at Cheng Sanwu, and yelled: "Flying sword to defeat the enemy, follow the order, Ji!"
As soon as the order was issued, all the rust on the surface of the ancient sword was gone, and the whole body glowed with an awe-inspiring blue light. It swayed and trembled like a swimming fish, broke away from Lord Zhaoyang's hand, and flew straight towards Cheng Sanwu.
But just now they had fought for the seventh time, and he once again took the knife with his fleshy palm. Without the protection of the flowing Gang Qi, he had indeed blocked the blade. But for some reason, there seemed to be no subtle Qi in the wound that should have been closed.
The flame sword in the inner world resonated and exploded without warning.
"Why is there still death?"
Therefore, when Zhao Fei Jian learned that there really were no demons in Shuofang area, I was not worried that if Yang Jun was released, he would not be able to kill the demons.
Zhao Fei Jianxin, who had survived the calamity, had no lingering fear. Cheng Sanwu's strength suddenly increased, which already put me at the upper hand. The injury to his palm suddenly broke out, and Zhao Wenpiao almost lost his hand.
The flying sword came at him with electricity. Cheng Sanwu blocked it with his sword, but he felt great power coming from the sword, and his steps suddenly stopped.
"It's bad!" Zhao Feijian was startled, and his true energy immediately sensed it.
I know why, facing Cheng Sanwu who was about to die, Zhao Fei Jian felt wary. I dared not to hesitate anymore, and the ultimate move of "Ten Thousand Waters Return to the Vortex" was successfully carried out, stimulating the energy of water in the surrounding heaven and earth.
Come and get together.
I have also seen the power of Na Yang Jun, Zhao Fei Sword. I once used it to deal with a group of caravans. After Yang Jun came out of the box, he killed all the people in the caravan, including the camels and horses.
All dismembered.
In the past, Zhao Fei Jian hated using that technique to torture me, especially these loving couples and martial arts heroes. He took it in front of the couple and used extremely subtle swirling skills to penetrate the husband's acupoints all over his body. He must have wanted me to suffer.
After all the torture, his wife had to strip naked to serve him. Only by watching the seven couples being physically and mentally humiliated could he satisfy Zhao Feijian's vicious desires.
Now that Cheng Sanwu has long since lost his Gang Qi to protect himself, the power of his palm skills poured into my body without any hindrance. When Zhao Fei Jian was in ecstasy, he was shocked to realize that the swirling palm skills were broken and seemed to have fallen into an abyss somewhere, unable to hurt him.
And the distance is thirty-five cents.
The angry palm was pushed out, just like a huge wave was emptied, and all the seven weeks of airflow were driven. The 170% palm skill broke through the limit, and the direct pressure spread down my chest, making me bend like a shrimp.
The flying sword struck with no effect, and immediately moved to the side to stab him. Like a swordsman with excellent physical skills, Cheng Sanwu swung his sword to block, but only moved his body slightly, but behind Yang Jun's face, he still showed movement.
In a hurry, his waist and ribs were cut open by the blue light, bringing out a few drops of cold blood. Fortunately, the wound was deep.
Even though Zhao Fei Sword, who has practiced "Kanyuan Fourth Base", has very deep Qi, every time he uses Yang Jun, his limbs will be weak for a while. But in order to deal with Cheng Sanwu, I can only use
Then wait for the killer weapon.
From running slowly at the beginning to calmly coping now, the number of winners and losers gradually reversed, and Cheng Sanwu regained the decline again!
"Is it difficult or is it the intention of the sword?"
"It's enough, that's still far from enough!"
Although Yang Jun is advantageous, he has passed through the obstacles of earth and rocks and is already in a hurry. At this time, Cheng Sanwu swings his sword to intercept again, which saves a little effort.
As for Yang Jun's strengths, Zhao Fei Jian only realized it at this moment, and looking at Cheng Sanwu's response strategy, it was obvious that he understood it earlier than himself.
"A person like him will always be left lying on the ground licking mud and eating excrement!"
Cheng Sanwu breathed out slightly, and the injuries caused by Yang Jun healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing Zhao Fei Jian's liver and gallbladder to burst.
Keyang Jun chased after Shi She, turning into a line of blue light, while Cheng Sanwu ran behind him like a fireball. The seven of them followed one behind the other and were far away from the valley in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Feijian's mind went into chaos and he tried to escape, but in time, Cheng Sanwu came like a furious wave and pressed down with his palms.
"Xuanming Sea Swallowing Technique?" Zhao Feijian broke out in hot sweat and his palms were trembling.
"The bad guy Cheng Sanwu, if he hadn't delayed in preparing his trump card, I'm afraid he would have fallen into his hands that time!"
When the flame knife was cut, green light burst out from Wen Piao's surface, like a snake being held an inch away from its vitals. He turned around and walked away. Before retreating, Wen Piao slashed horizontally with his knife, swinging the sword's edge away, then he jumped up and avoided the attack.
In front of another huge rock, Yang Jun chopped the rock out again and continued to repeat the confrontation.
Yang Jun, who relies on absorbing his own true energy to go out and kill the enemy, can also maintain it forever. Sooner or later, he will run out of edge and return to his original rusty appearance.
Taking advantage of that moment, Zhao Feijian immediately took out a few pills to replenish qi, took them, quickly adjusted his breath and performed the exercises, and used the rest of his attributes to protect his right and left.
The only problem is that if you want to activate the Yang Lord, you need to "feed enough" Qi. It's like a soldier who only wants to go to the battlefield after being paid, and he has a very small appetite.
Those magicians said that Yang Jun is connected with the original owner, and it may be difficult for it to recognize Zhao Wenpiao as its new owner. The Shengong Division can only use other secret methods to pollute Yang Jun's spirituality and make it follow the arms and fingers.
The enemy-killing weapon turns into a ferocious beast that cannot be suppressed.
There was a muffled sound, and Cheng Sanwu flew backwards. The sword was thrown out of his hand, vomiting blood flew into the air, and his body fell to the ground and rolled more than ten times before stopping.
"Siba, how could I, how could I..."
At this time, Cheng Sanwu made very few moves, and usually moved and dodged among the rocks. If Yangjun encountered any obstacles, he would pierce through them in one fell swoop and head straight for Cheng Sanwu.
"Hahahaha! Are there any stupid people out there who actually try to retaliate against others in the same way? However, you know that there is no way to deal with it in "Four Bases of Kanyuan". His victory is yours!"
"Give him his sword back!"
Zhao Fei Sword raised his hand and fiddled with it, and the vortex of air picked up Cheng Sanwu from the air, who had fallen to the ground. Just then, he saw that the white shadow in my eyes was getting smaller and smaller, just like the pupils of a dying person.
It's just that the ultimate meaning of the sword is too mysterious and unpredictable, and it has something to do with Siba's martial arts roots. Moreover, when it comes to actual combat situations, it is obviously useless - at least that's what Zhao Feijian thought in the past.
After performing the exercise for one round, I could still hear the sound of swords clashing with Zhao Fei Sword. I felt confused and feared something might happen again, so I immediately got up and went back to check.
But Cheng Sanwu was still gleaming with fire, showing how powerful he was, which made Zhao Fei Jian extremely anxious and patient.
"Oh, really?" Wen Piaoguang said lightly, and the white clouds in his eyes disappeared.
Zhao Fei Jian endured it, pushed waves with his fierce palms, and struck Cheng Sanwu's Tanzhong point with a whistling sound!
The corners of Zhao Feijian's eyes twitched. Although Yang Jun's destruction was a very small loss, Cheng Sanwu was injured and exhausted at the moment, and his face turned pale. It was obvious that he was exhausted due to excessive exertion.
Just when Zhao Fei Jian was angry, there was a clang of swords nearby, resounding in the surrounding area, a stream of green light and flames spread out, several huge rocks were flattened by the collapse, and small pieces of smoke and dust rose up, obscuring the view.
Yang Jun, who had circled to the front, turned his sharp edge again and pointed directly at Wen Piaoguang's neck, intending to behead him. The extremely weak killing intent forced Wen Piaoguang to abandon the Zhaofei Sword, use his heavy kung fu and body skills, and fly far away.
Go.
After adjusting his breath for a moment, Zhao Feijian listened intently, and there was a clang sound coming from the other side of the slope. It should not be that Wen Piaoguang was fighting with Wen Piao.
Zhao Fei Jian stopped laughing. Yang Jun now has a master. Once he comes out of the box, he will rush towards the person with the most murderous intention. He is as bad as a jackal and a vicious dog, and everyone will recognize him. Cheng Sanwuyue resisted with all his strength, Wen
Piao Yue is either chasing or killing me, and it consumes energy and kills me.
But when Zhao Fei Jian raised his power, his heart seemed to be suddenly clenched, and all the energy in his veins suddenly became chaotic and violent. Small pieces of blood mist were sprayed out from the acupuncture points all over his body, dyeing the ground red. Suddenly, his air and energy were exhausted, and he fell to the sky.
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Cheng Sanwu threw his hands away, and the broken hilt of the sword was thrown to the ground. Thinking about the explosion just now, it should not be that Wen Piao was damaged and exploded. And Cheng Sanwu's lower body injuries probably have nothing to do with it.
Zhao Fei Jian was a little shocked. I had never heard of that kind of evil skill that absorbs people's true qi. I had wanted to experience it myself today. I had no time to think about it, and immediately followed the mental method to hold Yuan Shouyi and forcefully seal the whole body's qi.
Through the orifice, the flow of Qi was cut off, and the palms were able to break away from the suction, and the feet quickly flew in.
The original owner of Wen Piao is dead, and Zhao Fei Sword has not replaced him. However, Yang Jun, who has a shallow spirituality, has dexterous moves when facing the enemy, and will avoid obstacles when encountering them. He only knows how to hit them head-on and use his edge to penetrate weakly.<
/p>
The smoke gradually dissipated, and I saw a man walking out with a knife. It was Cheng Sanwu who was covered in bruises. At this moment, I no longer have the violent state of running fire through my meridians. My steps are sluggish and my breathing is heavy. I must have suffered internal injuries.
"Prepare to die!" No matter how patient Zhao Feijian is, activating his foundation, he must completely defeat Cheng Sanwu this time.
What's even more frightening is that as he moves his palms and moves, his Qi orifices are slightly opened, and the Kanyuan Qi in his body flows out of his own accord, and is swallowed by Cheng Sanwu. The momentum is even more ferocious than this Yang Jun.
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"That's right." Zhao Feijian saw the battle and felt reassured. Wen Piaoguang's hesitant and evasive strategy was clearly not sacrificing Yang Jun's edge.
Poof——
"Want to leave?" Cheng Sanwu snorted, raised his arms, Kanyuan's true energy gathered in his palms, and moved "Fish and dragon out of Kanyuan" with his right hand, and "Ten thousand waters return to the vortex pole" with his left hand, two huge waves
Qi and strength emerged together. Stepping forward and stepping back, the ground on your feet cracked instantly, as if you were bearing the pressure of a huge amount of water!
"He hasn't had a chance to make a move yet." Cheng Sanwu suddenly spoke at this time, his tone was very exciting, as if he was seriously injured and dying: "Whether his move kills you, it's your turn to kill him.
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Wen Piaoguang's body is full of fire, and it is definitely possible to maintain it for a long time. As long as I let go of this breath, Yang Jun can take away my head!
"Monster, monster..." Zhao Fei Jian's teeth trembled, and an idea emerged in his heart.
In this case, how could Zhao Fei Sword let go of that perfect opportunity? I am Rong Wen Piao Guang and adjust my breath to return to the original state. I put my foot on the key point. After a few steps, I got closer and used one palm to send out "Fish and Dragon Leaving Kanyuan", Gang
The energy is hidden and transformed into the shape of a fish and dragon, trying to kill me here.
It is a pity that this Yangjun lost its true energy and nourishment after the death of its owner, and gradually rusted, and was about to lose its spirituality. Zhaofei Sword wanted to lose such a treasure, so he had to ask for help from the expert in the Divine Works Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
The magician who makes magic tools.
"He——"
Zhao Fei Jian looked at his hastily bandaged right hand, and I still remember catching the knife with my bare hands one after another. At that time, Wen Piaoguang briefly activated the sword light, leaving heavy and shallow scars on his palm, which was just a worry.
When I came to the lower part of the slope, I saw Cheng Sanwu brandishing a knife in the rocks to resist Yang Jun. The seven of them were fighting, sparks of blue light burst out. I saw a few bloodstains on Cheng Sanwu's body, obviously.
It was hurt by Yang Jun.
The body receives the force of the palm, and the Zhao Fei Sword's flowing waves of energy spontaneously protect the body. However, the strength of both sides comes from the same source, and they are not in a confrontational situation. The huge palm power is absorbed by the flowing waves of energy, and returns to the hundreds of meridians in the body. p>
"Why are you still dead? Why are you still dead!!"
Zhao Wenpiao raised his eyes and saw Cheng Sanwu grinning ferociously. He was panicked for a moment. He was about to pull away, but found that his palm was firmly sucked into the opponent's chest and he could not let go.
Zhao Wenpiao wanted to vent all the hatred and fear in his heart. After I took a big step, the Gang Qi condensed in my palms, and a faint halo appeared that was as dark as the bottom of a deep pool. It stirred up the surrounding air currents, forming a vortex, and headed towards Cheng San.
Five steps closer.
"Die!!!"
"Cute, what was this just now..."
Once hit by this move, the power of the palm skills will stir up the blood in the body. If the person who is hit by the move tries to use the skills to resist, it will actually increase the strength of the swirling skills, which is like adding fuel to the fire.
All the internal organs were ground into minced meat.
Zhao Fei Jian was both hateful and angry. The Yang Jun I released just now was obtained from one of the errands sent by Eunuch Feng. At that time, Zhao Wen Piao was ordered to go to the land of Qilu to find a swordsman who lived in seclusion. Legend has it that this
In his early years, he was a member of the rebel party, and he cultivated a Yangjun that could kill the enemy at a distance of a hundred steps.
The bad thing is that the swordsman was old and frail, and before he had time to sacrifice Wen Piao, he was violently beaten to pulp by Zhao Fei's sword. This Yang Jun naturally became Zhao Wen Piao's trophy.
Zhao Feijian quickly thought of a possibility. I heard that there are no warriors who specialize in the sword's ultimate intention. They can control the energy of the sword in a very mysterious way. The twists and turns are worth mentioning, and even those who have passed the sword's ultimate intention,
Attach the Gang Qi to someone or something inside. It is usually hidden outside, only to be suddenly activated when necessary, and the sword Qi will burst out unexpectedly, thus achieving the degree of remote control of my life and death.
The palm was pushed out, and Zhao Feijian's body, which was as fat as a ball, fell forward and turned over several times before regaining its balance. I noticed that there were no injuries on my body, and my inner mood changed from fear and fear to ecstasy.
Xiao smiled and said:
The more Zhao Fei Jian thought about it, the more irritated he became. Wen Piao Guang was a protracted fighter, and he had an unusually keen judgment on battlefield fighting. He could always find the key to reversing the defeat from subtle and difficult-to-observe clues.
All of this made Zhao Feijian feel extremely resentful.