He Fang understood Feng Zheng's thoughts, he snorted, and then rushed towards Yang Huang, swinging his two swords, like two big windmills, twisting towards Yang Huang separately.
Both of them used their special skills to press the box.
Feng Zheng's sword move is called "Yun Kai Guang Xue", which is like a dark cloud breaking open and strong light leaking out from the sky. It is everywhere and shines brightly. I don't know how many disciples before and after are at a loss when faced with this move.
Where to start covering up.
He Fang's sword technique is called "double-wheel slashing". The sword dances like a wheel, spinning continuously and never stopping until there is blood. If this move is not used easily, it will definitely drink blood before stopping.
Both of them regard Yang Huang as their lifelong enemy, and both want to use this unique skill to kill him on the spot.
"Very good!" Yang Huang shouted, dodged suddenly, and rushed straight between the two of them. Using the Thunder Sword Technique in his right hand and the Thunderbolt Fire Fist in his left hand, he greeted the two of them separately.
"Boom!"
"Wow!"
"Dang Dang!"
Three figures staggered past each other, rapid and violent explosions occurred one after another, and the flying Yuan Jin rushed forward. The sand on the ground was stirred up by them, and rose into the sky one after another, scattering in all directions.
As the dust filled the air, the Thunderbolt Fire Fist fired five punches in a row. The power of each punch was like a raging stream of fire, shattering the rarely defeated "Yun Kai Guang Xie" sword move.
As for the Thunder Sword Technique, twelve swords were struck out in one breath. They landed on the two windmill-like knives.
Every sword move conveys huge power. Even if the double-round slash is just hit by the sword tip, it cannot help but pause, and then the momentum weakens a bit.
After twelve sword moves, the double-round slashing has become very slow.
It just happened in the blink of an eye. The killer moves of Feng Zheng and Feng Zheng had been successfully broken by Yang Huang.
Yang Huang's counterattack had just begun at this time.
"call!"
"Swipe! Scrub!"
The sixth form of the Thunderbolt Fire Fist and the thirteenth sword struck out at almost the same time.
Both Feng Zheng and He Fang felt a chill in their hearts, and they both felt helpless to resist. The two could only retreat together, and the distance between them quickly widened.
"very good!"
Yang Huang sneered, suddenly swayed, and caught up with him in an instant. Thunderbolt Fire Fist and Thunder Sword Technique greeted him almost at the same time.
Feng Zheng and He Fang were both Class A disciples. It was not easy for them to defeat them when they joined forces. Therefore, Yang Huang first defeated their offensive, and then switched from defense to offense, forcing them to retreat and fight on their own.
In this way, he will have a chance to defeat them one by one.
Feng Zheng and He Fang didn't know Yang Huang's wishful thinking. With this retreat, they had no chance to join forces.
"Dang Dang!"
In the fierce clash of weapons, the two swords were knocked into the sky one after another, and the people on the other side staggered back.
At this moment, Yang Huang's Thunderbolt Fire Fist caught up with him, enveloping He Fang's entire body with fire-like heat.
"you!"
He Fang had never seen this kind of weird and hot fist force. Now that it was coming directly in front of him, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright. He wanted to hide, but where could he?
"Bang!"
The Thunderbolt Fire Fist hit He Fang straight into He Fang's chest without any hindrance, causing him to fall to the ground as softly as mud.
"Where!"
Feng Zheng, who was still retreating, couldn't help but stop and shouted in shock and anger.
"Don't worry, I'll send you to reunite with him right away." Yang Huang snorted coldly, leaned back and pounced on Feng Zheng.
"asshole!"
Feng Zheng was so shocked and angry that he suddenly turned around and ran away. He was a smart man and knew that the combined efforts of three people could not do anything to Yang Huang, let alone him alone.
"Senior Brother Feng Zheng, your Master Jin said that he will take you back no matter what, life or death. It seems that I can only bring back a corpse." Yang Huang's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he chased after Feng Zheng.
Feng Zheng was running with all his strength, and his speed was so fast, but the sound of clothes behind him was getting faster and faster. Not only could he not get rid of Yang Huang, but he was chasing him closer and closer.
Feng Zheng couldn't help but feel dizzy, and his feet moved faster.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The wind howled, and the scenery on both sides kept moving backwards. The two of them were moving at extremely fast speeds, and they bypassed several mountains in just a short time.
Yang Huang is already less than half a foot away from Feng Zheng, and it won't take long before he can easily catch up with him.
Feng Zheng's face was full of panic and he just ran as fast as he could.
"Who is it! Stop it!"
At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from behind a small mountain mouth in front.
The two people who were chasing were stunned. But Feng Zheng just paused and then ran forward again. At this moment, he regarded Yang Huang as a poisonous snake and beast, and wanted to get rid of him at this moment.
"There is an assassin, everyone, be careful!"
"He's from Tianwu Sect, stop him!"
"Stop!"
From behind the mouth of the mountain, various shouts were heard, and then several bright horses came out and flew towards Feng Zheng like lightning.
Bladeless light!
Unexpectedly, Feng Zheng hurriedly stopped his steps and swung the long sword in his palm quickly, breaking through the life-threatening light drill one by one.
However, the number of Guanghua Pilians continued continuously, and Feng Zheng rushed to fight again. How could he block it completely? After a moment, a ray of Guanghua Pilian passed between the blades of his sword and sank into his right leg.
superior.
"laugh!"
The bloody arrow flew, and Feng Zheng's body tilted, and he knelt down on one knee weakly, and his hands slowed down even more.
"Chichi! Chichi!"
The brilliance that followed, one after another, piece by piece, like lightning, shot into Feng Zheng's body one after another, bringing up traces of blood.
Feng Zheng had no time to scream and was shot into a sieve.
"Um?"
Feng was taking the lead and took all the attacks. By the time Yang Huang came to his senses, he had already been beaten through.
Seeing this, Yang Huang didn't even think about it. He just stepped forward and came to Feng Zheng's side, grabbing his body under his arm.
"There is another one, don't let him go!"
There was a loud shout from behind the mountain mouth, followed by a loud "chichi" sound, and dozens of bladeless lights were fired at Yang Huang one after another.
"Dang Dang! Dang Dang!"
Yang Huang waved the Snake Swallow and quickly chopped up all the life-threatening brilliance it hit. Then he dodged again and flew back several feet until he was outside the attack range of the bladeless light. Then he stopped.
Come down.
"Hurry up and chase him, he's running away!"
"Don't let Tianwumen's spies escape, come with us!"
Amidst the shouts, more than a dozen Wutianhui disciples rushed out from behind the mountain mouth and rushed towards Yang Huang.
Although the opponent had a large number of people, but one look at their speed and movements, Yang Huang knew that they were just entry-level and C-level disciples.
It is easy for Yang Huang to get rid of the entanglement of a disciple of this level.
But Yang Huang was not in a hurry to leave. He intuitively realized that it was no coincidence that so many people from the Tianwu Sect gathered here. Something unusual must have happened here.