Wu Weiyang didn't take the small setback in front of him seriously at all.
Since the other party dares to stand here, of course he has his own martial arts skills.
He had just taken a few steps back, and was now several feet away from Xue Xiaoren. He immediately snorted, and with a flick of his hands, an iron-fisted bow appeared in his hand.
Bend the bow and set the arrow, all in one go.
Wu Weiyang was known as the "magic arrow that shoots the sun" because he was able to dominate the world with his one-handed magic shot.
The sharp arrows it shoots are like thunder and lightning. When the sharp arrows are shot out, the opponent is killed.
"go!"
There was a buzzing sound, the bowstring vibrated, and the arrow was like lightning.
The arrow was shot, which meant that Wu Weiyang was completely angry.
Yun Conglong was nodding his head, sitting and watching the other party die.
"Zheng!"
A dragon roared.
Xue Xiaoren held a sharp sword in his hand, and the sword was like lightning, right on the arrow shaft of the sword.
The sharp arrow immediately turned from extreme movement to extreme stillness, and stopped at the tip of Xue Xiaoren's sword.
If you compare Xue Xiaoren's skill, he is naturally not as good as his elder brother Xue Yiren, but his swordsmanship has surpassed that of his brother and reached an extremely high level.
This state of mind is far beyond the Wu Weiyang in front of him.
Therefore, he can point his finger at the Laogong point on the opponent's palm.
Now draw out your sharp sword and pierce the shaft of the flying arrow with one stab, fixing it.
Just listen to Xue Xiaoren say calmly: "Not even Mr. Bat and King Shi Tian dare to attack me like this."
"How is that possible?"
This time, everyone was completely surprised.
Especially Yun Conglong's face froze.
He and Wu Weiyang didn't know each other before they fought. The two of them had a drink and talked about heroes, discussing the masters in the world and who could easily suppress them.
But the swordsmanship of the man in front of them has surpassed anyone they could think of. Only Master Tianfeng of Shaolin and Taoist Master Qingyunzi of Wudang have such profound and unfathomable skills.
But what a presence those two masters were!
As for Chen Feihong and others, they couldn't believe it even more, their eyes almost popped out of their heads.
"Look at my Phoenix Tail Magic!"
Wu Weiyang was furious.
He had taken action many times, but to no avail, which had completely angered the leader of the Fengwei Gang.
He threw away the long bow and pulled out a steel knife. His body shook, his bones crackled, and with a roar, he rushed over, slashed at Xue Xiaoren with a slash of his knife.
As he ran, his whole body was filled with true energy, swelling throughout his body, like a roaring tiger charging towards him.
In an instant, there was a sound like wind and thunder, and the terrifying pressure surged, causing everyone around them to change their expressions.
At this moment, Wu Weiyang had gone all out and had no reservations.
"Vulnerable!"
Xue Xiaoren started to fight back before he could take action.
I saw that his movement was as fast as the rushing wind, as light as flying catkins, and in his palm was a long sword, which was as fast as lightning.
The sword pointed at Wu Weiyang's wrist.
The sword is long but the sword is short, not to mention that the sharp sword points to Wu Weiyang's right hand holding the sword.
Wu Weiyang is also a master of martial arts and has a sharp vision.
In desperation, he immediately put away his sword and changed his moves.
But they saw Xue Xiaoren laughing loudly, raising the long sword in his hand, and seemed to fly into the air. The sword energy was so strong that it shot straight into the sky. It suddenly shot out and pointed directly at Wu Weiyang.
The power of this sword can hardly be described in words. When it was first struck, it was silent, but once it was struck, it turned into rolling thunder, penetrating the atmosphere, shaking the mountains and rivers, and everyone's expression changed.
The sword is like a rainbow!
Countless people's expressions changed wildly, horrified by the power of this blow.
Yun Conglong screamed wildly:
"No, Brother Wu, retreat quickly!"
But it's too late.
Xue Xiaoren uses his own internal strength as the foundation and the "Broken Sword Style" sword intention as his humerus. Even Xue Yiren is no match for him. How terrifying is his power?
Everyone felt that this sword with antelope horns was so wonderful that it was impossible to resist it. Even if the seven sword sects came together, they would not be able to withstand a single blow. In fact, Wu Weiyang did not block it.
As soon as he reacted, the steel knife in his hand was clanged and cut into two pieces. If he had not escaped quickly and retreated as fast as possible, he would have been killed by the sword.
"No, he actually has such fierce methods. Could it be that he is Xue Yiren's younger brother?"
Wu Weiyang was shocked and angry.
Xue Yiren is the best swordsman in the world. He has been famous for forty years and is unrivaled. Looking at the world, there are only a few people who can rival him.
But why is a guard named Xue from the Feng family company such a powerful sword?
"But Xue Yiren is so awesome, I'm afraid I won't be able to dodge even a single move."
"But fortunately, I dodged this sword. Let's let everyone come together and use the wheel tactics to defeat him!"
Just when he was about to say a few words, he saw a sudden cry of surprise from around him, and countless people looked at him in horror.
"What's going on? Why are everyone looking at me like this?"'
Wu Weiyang suddenly felt that something was not good.
He lowered his head, and then he saw a faint trace of blood extending from his neck to his chest. The clothes he was wearing had been torn like rags and were completely broken.
"It turns out that I have already been hit by the sword."
Wu Weiyang couldn't help but smile bitterly, just when he was about to speak.
The body suddenly split into two and fell to the ground. The ground was stained with blood.
With one sword blow, Wu Weiyang died!
At that moment, everyone on the entire hillside was speechless. Whether they were ordinary warriors or Yun Conglong, they were all stunned, just like the clay Buddha statues in the temple.
Several disciples from the Fengwei Gang almost stared out of their eyes.
Wu Weiyang, the leader of the Fengwei Gang who was known as the "magic arrow that shoots the sun", dominated the Jianghuai River and dominated the world, died like this? He was killed by a guard named Xue with a sword?
This was completely beyond everyone's imagination. Even Chen Feihong couldn't believe it. He looked at Feng Zhou and then Xue Xiaoren with his beautiful eyes, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.
Xue Xiaoren's sword was like lightning, and he killed Wu Weiyang with one move. It was really terrifying. That kind of understatement, like catching a turtle with the palm of his hand, without a trace of fireworks, meant that his strength was far greater than that of Wu Weiyang, so he could crush him.
"The great swordsman is still a swordsman who has reached the top!"
"The strength is not inferior to that of Xue Yiren!"
"Is he Xue Yiren's younger brother?"
Countless people roared in their hearts.
A series of fearful glances fell on Xue Xiaoren.
Only this kind of peerless swordsman can have such formidable strength. Not to mention easily breaking Wu Weiyang's first two moves, he still has the power to spare.
And his third move to kill Wu Weiyang with one sword was even more powerful and domineering.
With his level of skill, it's really hard for people to believe that he is just a small guard for the Feng family firm?
"How is this possible? Even Xu Haiwang, Mao Haifeng and other sea lords have no idea when they will reach this level. How can this little guard of the Feng family have such a high level? Could it be that he is from Xue Yiren?
successor?"
Yun Conglong was shocked.
Not just him, everyone watching the battle was shocked.
"Brother Xue, with that move you just made, if you slowed down your sword by half an inch, you could have pierced his heart with one sword, and there was no need to split him in half."
Feng Zhou said calmly from the side.
Xue Xiaoren thought for a while, nodded seriously, and said, "You are right. If I were half a point slower, I would be even more powerful."
"The sword is infinite, the only thing you can advance is your mind. It seems slow but is actually fast. Next time you kill someone, you will be even more skillful." Feng Zhou spoke calmly.
"Yes!" Xue Xiaoren nodded seriously and bowed slightly to Feng Zhou.
This is respect for being both a teacher and a friend.
Feng Zhou also turned around and bowed.
This is an appreciation for being both a disciple and a friend.
The two of them were discussing the art of swordsmanship here as if no one else was watching, without paying attention to the people around them. Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
Xue Xiaoren seemed to be just a guard of the Feng family, but he killed Wu Weiyang, the leader of the Fengwei Gang, with one sword. Even Yun Conglong stood aside in shock, and the subordinates of the Fengwei Gang were even more shocked.
For a moment, they didn't know whether to go back and fight for the position of gang leader or step forward to avenge the gang leader.
At this moment, Feng Zhou looked back at everyone: "Brother Xue killed Wu Weiyang, do you want to avenge him?"
Feng Zhou's words were calm, but they sounded like thunder. Yun Conglong's face couldn't help but change, and everyone in the Fengwei Gang and Shenlong Gang behind him felt even more frightened.
As the leader of the Fengwei Gang, Wu Weiyang has won the hearts of the gang members, and is a close friend with Yun Conglong. He is not afraid of fighting to the death for Wu Weiyang, but the opponent is too powerful, who dares to take action first?