Chapter 709 [Knife Qi Vertical and Horizontal] (1)
The cold and ruthless face of the sword demon Feng Xingyun showed unprecedented solemnity. He stood there quietly, the eyebrow knife in his hand slowly downwards, tilted at a forty-five-degree angle and pointed at the snow, his eyes focused on Yuchi Chong's face.
He looked at his face and whispered: "He is my disciple!" It was not until Yang Mingwei died that he was willing to admit that he was his disciple. Seeing his direct disciple being killed by Yuchi Chong with a palm, Feng Xingyun felt murderous intent in his heart.
Yuchi smiled and said: "Very good, I feel much more comfortable!"
Feng Xingyun raised the eyebrow knife in his hand little by little. The thin eyebrow knife seemed to be as heavy as a stone in his hand.
Yuchichong's gray eyebrows moved slightly. He knew that although Feng Xingyun was not in a hurry to launch an attack, he had already begun to accumulate strength and released his sword energy, killing people invisible. Yuchichong clenched his fists, and his finger joints made a crisp crackling sound, like firecrackers.
Explosion.
Liang Wensheng stared ahead with concern. Xue Zhenhai sighed softly and said: "In the battle between masters, we should stay farther away." He helped one of his subordinates up and prepared to stay away from the battlefield to avoid being affected, but he saw a white figure quietly in the distance.
Standing quietly in the northeast corner, he searched everywhere for Shangguan Yunchong without finding any trace of him. Shangguan Yunchong held a green dog beating stick in his hand.
Xue Zhenhai put down the subordinate and said to Liang Wensheng in a deep voice: "Help me look after them." He grabbed the dog beating stick and rushed towards Shangguan Yun.
Yuchichong suddenly took a step forward, his gray beard stood out one by one, and his whole body was like an angry lion, with a menacing momentum, glaring at Liuhe, he kicked his right leg on the ground, and his body was ejected into the air like a cannonball.
In the middle, the raised right fist bent back to the end, and then suddenly punched downwards. The power of the punch was invisible and bombarded in the void. The snowflakes that had originally fallen were knocked away in an instant. Yuchi Chong and Feng Xing
A hollow space about three feet in diameter appeared between the clouds. Yuchi Chong's fists opened up the space between them at an astonishing speed, attacking Feng Xingyun with unrivaled force.
The Xiu Mei Knife in Feng Xingyun's hand finally started to activate. A cold light flashed across the blade. The narrow and sharp knife energy broke away from the blade and struck the hole in front. The snowflakes circled around the hole crazily, forming a white cylinder in the void. However, the inside of this cylinder contained something.
With the powerful fist power to chase souls and kill people.
When the sword energy was activated, the snowflakes on both sides flew wildly to the outside. A narrow gap visible to the naked eye appeared in the void, which expanded rapidly. In an instant, it collided with the white column in front. The sword energy tore through the fist, and the white
A gap was torn from the cylinder, and then it broke into pieces. The sword energy broke the fist strength, the fist strength was so strong that it was unforged, and the sword energy was unstoppable.
The sword energy split the white cylinder until halfway, but the energy of the sword energy was rapidly weakening.
Only half of the white column was left, and the front part was shattered. The collision of the two forces finally reached its extreme. With a dull explosion, the entire column made of snowflakes exploded, and the snowflakes shot out in all directions.
The explosion caused by the collision of the two internal forces actually caused it to fly linearly in the air.
Feng Xingyun's pupils suddenly shrank. Yu Chichong's strength was far beyond his imagination. This man had always kept a low profile in Dayong. We only knew that he was a god with weapons and had great prestige in the army, but we never knew that he actually possessed superb martial arts.
, Judging from Yu Chichong's performance in front of him, his martial arts are by no means inferior to his own.
Feng Xingyun roared angrily, and slashed towards Yuchi Chong with the beautiful eyebrow sword in his hand like chasing wind and lightning. The light of the sword criss-crossed in the void and weaved into an invisible net, covering Yuchi Chong overwhelmingly.
Yuchi Chong's body was still in the air, and he waved his fists in turn. The invisible punches hit the knife net like a barrage of cannons. The sound of banging was endless. Every time they hit, Feng Xingyun's arms felt violent vibrations. He was very
He soon realized that Yuchichong's strong internal force caused fluctuations in his own internal energy, which disrupted the movement of his meridians, forced his internal energy to be unable to freely flow into the blade, and interfered with the release of his sword energy.
After Yu Chichong punched several times in a row, his body turned upside down and opened the distance between him and Feng Xingyun. It seemed that he had given up the attack, but in fact he was fighting steadily. He stood on the snow with his feet, bowed down, and suddenly struck down with his fists.
Standing on the snow, head raised, like a lion ready to attack.
When his fists landed, the ground shook. The snow in front formed two rapid snow streams, approaching Feng Xingyun's feet quickly. Feng Xingyun did not take it lightly.
The sword energy created a trench that was three feet long and reached the ground. After the two snow streams encountered the sword energy, they stirred up a snow wall about ten feet high like an explosion.
While the fierce battle between Yu Chichong and Feng Xingyun was in full swing, Xue Zhenhai had already swung the dog-beating stick and used the dog-beating stick technique to wrap around Shangguan Yunchong. The dog-beating stick was as powerful as a snake and attacked Shangguan Yunchong's lower three lanes.
A disdainful smile appeared on Shangguan Yunchong's lips, and the green jade staff in his hand shook slightly, crackling. The two sticks had experienced countless collisions in a short period of time. Shangguan Yunchong knew Xue Zhenhai's attack clearly, and he could always
Block his attack accurately before he strikes.
Xue Zhenhai said: "Traitor, you betrayed the master and split the Beggar Clan. You are the eternal sinner of the Beggar Clan!"
Shangguan Yunchong laughed loudly and said: "You collude with foreign enemies and seek glory from sellers. The beggar gang that used to dominate the world has been reduced to begging for mercy by you and relying on the protection of others. Who is the sinner?" The green shadow flashed and took action.
The speed was more than twice as fast as before.
Xue Zhenhai saw only shadows of sticks filling the sky, surrounding him from all directions. Although he was the elder of the Nine Pockets of the Beggar Clan, he was already old after all. He had been plotted against by the Sword Palace before, and his martial arts skills were greatly reduced. Not to mention what he was facing.
He is Shangguan Yunchong, a genius rarely seen in the Beggar Clan for hundreds of years.
Shangguan Yunchong's mastery of the dog-beating stick technique can be said to be second only to Long Xiyue, but when it comes to understanding and actual combat of the stick technique, he should be regarded as the number one person in the Beggar Clan today. Shangguan Yunchong sneered:
"Let you see what the Tie Zi Jue is!"
As the green shadow flickered, the green jade staff had wrapped around the dog beating stick in Xue Zhenhai's hand like ivy. Xue Zhenhai suddenly felt that the dog beating stick in his hand seemed to be stuck in the mire. He tried to pull away from the other party's shackles, but was blocked by a force.
The strong suction of the stock pulls tighter and tighter.
Xue Zhenhai raised his right foot and kicked Shangguan Yunchong's penis. With his status, he shouldn't have used such a dirty trick, but he didn't care too much in a life-and-death fight. Although Shangguan Yunchong was a junior,
But his martial arts is superior to him.
Shangguan Yunchong snorted coldly, and suddenly withdrew the green bamboo stick in his hand. Xue Zhenhai felt his arm loosen, and the dog beating stick in his hand was finally freed from the restraints, avoiding the worry of being taken away by the other party, but Shangguan Yunchong's green jade stick was
The target change entangled his right leg, the green shadow stirred, and with a click, Xue Zhenhai's calf was crushed by the sudden retraction of the green jade staff. He groaned in pain, and stood on the snow on one foot with his left foot.
superior.
Shangguan Yunchong said softly: "Tripping!" He was about to trip Xue Zhenhai to the ground.
Xue Zhenhai took a breath, opened his mouth, and poof! Spewed out a mist of wine. Facing Shangguan Yunchong, whose martial arts was superior to his, he had no confidence in winning. Only by winning by surprise could he gain a chance of survival, and he fought for his life.
Why care about means?
Shangguan Yunchong made a false move with his left hand, and the sharp palm wind forced all the wine mist back. While Xue Zhenhai sprayed out the wine mist, he reluctantly jumped back with one foot, intending to escape from Shangguan Yunchong's attack range. The green jade staff followed him like a shadow, tripping him.
On Xue Zhenhai's ankle, Xue Zhenhai lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
Shangguan Yun rushed forward and took a step forward. With a clang!, he drew out the three-edged sword hidden in the green jade staff. The starlight flashed and went straight to Xue Zhenhai's heart.
Xue Zhenhai secretly sighed in his heart, my life is over! I never thought that after half my life, I would die in the hands of this traitor. At the moment when life and death hung on the line, a man stabbed Shangguan Yunchong in the back of the heart with a knife.
.But Liang Wensheng finally couldn't help but take action. Although the internal fighting of the Beggar Clan had nothing to do with him, he still couldn't bear to see Xue Zhenhai die in the hands of Shangguan Yunchong. After all, Xue Zhenhai had given him a Guiyuan Pill just now.
Regardless of whether he admits it or not, he owes Xue Zhenhai a favor and is psychologically more inclined to Xue Zhenhai's side.
When Shangguan Yunchong heard the roar of the wind behind him, he could only temporarily stop his assassination of Shangguan Yunchong. He used his three-edged sword to deflect Liang Wensheng's blow with his backhand. He looked at Liang Wensheng coldly and said, "Sneak attack?"
Liang Wensheng was shocked by Shangguan Yunchong's sword so that half of his arm went numb. He was secretly surprised in his heart. The opponent seemed to be about the same age as him, how could he have such strong internal strength? He didn't know that Shangguan Yunchong had obtained the help of three elders from the Beggar Clan who taught him martial arts.
His internal strength is greater than that of only a handful of his peers in the world.
Shangguan Yunchong's eyes were blazing with murderous intent, and he stabbed Liang Wensheng in the chest with the three-edged sword in his hand. Liang Wensheng had narrowly escaped death from the Demon Sword just now, but now he has learned a lot and figured out that he is no match for Shangguan Yunchong.
, seeing that the opponent wanted to take action, he immediately ran away into the distance, shouting: "If you have the guts, come and fight with me for three hundred rounds." Relying on the phantom movement, he had escaped three feet away at an astonishing speed.
Shangguan Yunchong saw through his intention to distract him, a sneer appeared on his lips, and turned around. The bones of Xue Zhenhai's legs were broken and he was unable to escape. He looked at Shangguan Yunchong and smiled miserably: "You are the one
A thief who seeks glory from his sellers, split up our Beggar Gang and defected to Li Chenzhou, how can you face the ancestors of the Beggar Gang?"
Shangguan Yunchong said softly: "The Beggar Clan was destroyed at the hands of you rotten old guys." He raised the three-edged sword again.
Updates have been a bit slow recently. Octopus once again explained the reasons. Firstly, to finish the story, all aspects of the plot must be taken care of and difficult to write. Secondly, the reprint of Sannomiya needs to be revised. Octopus has to put a lot of effort into it. I hope everyone can understand more.
, this month is actually the busiest and most tiring month for Octopus. I can only guarantee that I will write well, but I cannot guarantee that I will write much. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
