The girl in red flashed and was already a hundred meters away. Zhiyue flashed and followed her. Just when he was about to take action, the other party put up his palm to stop him and said, "You can see it, too. That fat woman and I
It's not easy to deal with, so we don't have to work hard, just let them fight, and when it gets quiet over there, I will decide whether to take action, so just wait quietly for now."
After speaking, he looked around, found a relatively dry place to sit down, and began to close his eyes and rest.
After waiting for a while and seeing that the other party made no move, Zhiyue followed his wishes. Anyway, this could be regarded as a restraint. It all depends on the battle between them.
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Purple leaves with golden patterns are pulled by the snow purple bamboo in Mingshan Mountain, dancing in the wind.
The long sword in Hua Shiyu's hand showed its sharpness, and the sword energy kept leaving the sword body and rushing toward the middle-aged woman.
When two people faced off against one person, let alone the Yuntian Sect's Chengxu Realm, they naturally had the upper hand.
The middle-aged woman was complaining in her heart at this time, and she regretted her unscrupulous words. She had never expected that the man named Yi would so blatantly abandon her and the two of them, and she was not afraid that she would go back and face the altar master.
File a lawsuit against her?
Phew!
The long sword pierced the left shoulder of the middle-aged woman, and what followed was a purple bamboo leaf. To be precise, it should be a purple leaf blade.
When the long sword penetrated, the leaf blades came quickly under the pull of Mingshan Xue. Each leaf blade quickly penetrated into the middle-aged woman's wound and began to run wildly inside her body.
The middle-aged woman snorted angrily, and stepped back in a flash. At the same time, she gathered martial arts in her palms, and her palms suddenly turned red.
She pressed her palm on the sword wound, then raised her palm suddenly, and all the leaf blades in her body were sucked out. With a hold of her empty hand, the bamboo leaves returned to their soft appearance and slowly fell down.
After seeing this, Mingshan Xue prepared to continue pulling the bamboo leaves, but found that he and the bamboo leaves had lost their traction and continued to fall downwards.
Hua Shiyu glanced sideways at Ming Shanxue, who shook his head and said through a message: "This person is much more powerful than the one named Lu."
Hua Shiyu snorted coldly and said through a message: "In that case, sister Shanxue, there is no need to test it anymore, just deal with it with all your strength."
Ming Shanxue nodded, and then his clothes gradually glowed with purple light. Hua Shiyu beside him also summoned the image of a lotus. After the two looked at each other, they disappeared in an instant.
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Bang!
Feng Ziqing was knocked into the big tree again, but this time it was by the hands of a middle-aged man. He shook his head and rejected the idea of sending a message over there to help him.
The woman's kick just now was obviously very measured, and she disappeared directly, choosing to temporarily abandon her friends and ignore them, so Feng Ziqing guessed that they would not want her life.
He wanted to see what kind of strength he had. The man opposite him should be a six-level warrior. Compared with him, how far behind he was.
He did not use the Flying Sword and Different Head. It is better to use this kind of trump card sparingly.
With a thought in his mind, he swung Fu Wei and slashed forward. There was a clang sound and the swords collided. Feng Ziqing quickly retreated, shaking his numb arms, and he had some thoughts in his mind.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man in green shirt in front of him, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up. Huh, no matter who he is, since you have met him, you must take him back. Anyway, as long as he is not dead or disabled, that will be fine.
If it hadn't been for that damn source of mysterious mist, how would the three of them have suffered a loss in strength? Although they were less affected than the other two, they were still affected. Otherwise, it would have been much easier to capture this kid.
I must have a share of this credit!
Feng Zi patted the leaves under his butt, called out Fu Wei again, and walked slowly towards the middle-aged man. The speed was definitely not as fast as teleportation, so he had to rely on something else.
Mirror Sword Technique, Sword Shadow!
Feng Ziqing summoned two false natal flying swords, one green and one red, that only he could see. They went up and down, and began to rotate back and forth around him, making a whistling sound that only he could hear.
The middle-aged man hummed and smiled, and the admiration in his eyes suddenly turned into disdain. After all, he was only in the Dongyuan realm. He knew that he couldn't match his speed, so he could only defend passively. However, there seemed to be something different about this man's body.
…
Bang! The swords collide again!
There was a bang, and Feng Ziqing was hit by a punch. Fortunately, he was prepared for it, and he just staggered back a few steps. After regaining his balance, he began to think twice about the man in front of him.
These three people must be related to the person named Ming Meng or his organization, so you're welcome.
"Bah! You bastard, you're dozens of years old, you're so weak, you haven't had enough to eat! Do you want to wait for you to eat some solid food, and we can fight again, eh?"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he was stunned at first, then his face suddenly turned livid, and he clenched his fists tighter. Without any nonsense, he raised his sword and took a big step forward. He was in front of Feng Ziqing in an instant. He raised the sword and dropped it fiercely. He slashed hard at the opponent's forehead.
Feng Ziqing quickly raised Fu Wei to block it, bang! After a loud noise, the air waves from the collision of the swords dispersed in all directions, and when they passed through the branches and leaves, they were instantly cut off and fell.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
The two men's swords kept colliding with each other. Feng Ziqing used the power of the two pseudo-natal flying swords to quickly sense the direction of the middle-aged man's attack and respond accurately.
However, there were times when he missed, and there were many stab wounds and punch wounds of various shades all over his body. During this period, he naturally did not forget to greet the middle-aged man's family cordially.
The middle-aged man saw that he, a warrior of the Sixth Realm, was still unable to take down a Dongyuan Realm, and was still being squirmed by him. He became more and more annoyed, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.
Click! Suddenly there was a soft sound, which seemed particularly harsh. Feng Ziqing looked for the sound and saw that the weird broadsword had many small openings. At the junction with Fu Wei, a crack spread upward from a gap. Directly to the blade.
"Hahaha! You bitch, you're not good as a person, and you're not good with a knife either. It's not a good choice. Choose such a weird knife. It won't be used without looking at it. It's garbage. Throw it away as soon as possible! It won't be an eyesore or a embarrassment. Thing, bah!”
Words can sometimes be deadly weapons.
As expected, the middle-aged man shouted angrily, "Shut up! Believe it or not, I will kill you!"
When Feng Ziqing heard this, he immediately closed his mouth and pretended to be frightened.
The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said sarcastically: "Why, don't continue talking. Aren't you very good at talking? Just say it!"
Feng Ziqing grinned and mouthed the words that made people angry one by one. Although it was silent, it had the same effect.
The middle-aged man's laughter suddenly disappeared, replaced by the murderous intent in his red eyes. He gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, very good! Today, I will make your life worse than death!"
The reason why Feng Ziqing dared to tease the other party like this was because Hua Shiyu had sent a message to him that the middle-aged woman could not hold on much longer.
The two of them didn't intend to kill anyone, so they naturally didn't have the intention to kill when they struck. The middle-aged woman naturally wouldn't fight with all her strength, and it would only be a matter of time before she was captured.
He stood there, staring closely at the middle-aged man who was on the verge of anger. He smiled contemptuously, stretched out his left hand, raised his middle finger and shook it, then slowly downwards, spitting at the man.
His expression was extremely arrogant.
The middle-aged man roared, clenched his hands into fists, pointed his toes, and galloped away. Although he didn't understand what the boy's gesture meant, his expression made him even more angry.
The sword has cracks and can no longer be used for the time being. I don’t know what the texture of the sword in this kid’s hand is. It is so hard. Even the scratches on the sword are so shallow. Maybe the physique of a warrior in the Sixth Realm of my own is not comparable to it.
Feng Ziqing saw that the opponent put away his sword and used his fists, without even teleporting. He made it clear that he wanted to confront him head-on. Naturally, he would not miss such a good opportunity to practice his skills.
Without the weight of Fu Wei, his empty hands were lighter, and his speed was naturally faster. He dodged in front of him and rushed straight towards the man. Before the man could react, his fist had already hit the man's chest.
forward.
There was a soft bang, and power overflowed between the two of them, shaking up the sleeves and making a whirring sound, but the other party just staggered back a few steps. The physique of the Sixth Realm warrior was indeed extraordinary. Just now, he
That punch used 80% of the force.
The middle-aged man stabilized his body, rubbed the chest that was hit, and used martial arts to relieve the pain. This kid was faster and more powerful without using a sword. If he hadn't been strong enough, he would have been eaten just now.
Small loss.
He moved his muscles and bones. He hasn't fought hand to hand for a long time. He didn't expect that Dongyuan Realm has such strength. It seems that this person has really good qualifications. Then I will have fun with you and torture him to vent the anger in my heart! Good qualifications? Hum hum.
Feng Zi gently shook his numb palms, but the opponent did not continue to take action. He probably wanted to change his strategy, or try to find an opportunity to break through today.
From the moment he saw the ice lotus blooming, he vaguely felt that his opportunity to break through had come.