Chapter 405 The strength of the first seat of the twelve divisions
At dusk, the fighting in the nameless old street of the ruined temple continued. The scene of more than twenty Peiyuan realm masters surrounding and suppressing one person has been rare in decades. What is even more surprising is that in the face of more than two dozen masters,
Despite the encirclement and suppression by Peiyuan realm masters, one of them could handle it for so long without being injured.
The Twelve Divisions of Jingmen are the most feared forces in the world. Honghuahui was born in Jianghu, and their actions will inevitably conflict with the imperial court. Their understanding of the Twelve Divisions of Jingmen is also quite in-depth.
The Twelve Divisions of Jingmen fell apart fifty years ago. Among the few important figures who still obeyed the imperial court, Chang Feng was one of them. Chang Feng was the head of Baili Division, and Baili Division
Showing one's face on horseback means traveling hundreds of miles a day, mainly conveying important military information and issuing important secret orders for the court, so all members of the Baili Division must have excellent Qinggong. As the leader of the Baili Division, Chang Feng's Qinggong
He is so outstanding that probably no one in the world can catch up to him except the Great Perfection Master.
The Honghuahui Duanmutang group led by Shangguan Jin was very clear about what Chang Feng was good at. Therefore, Shangguan Jin restrained himself in this battle, and his own people were bound to block all routes for Chang Feng to escape. Even if
You can't kill him directly, but you have to slowly consume him to death.
As a result, the pressure that Chang Feng felt was not particularly great. But after all, he was not a Dzogchen master. Facing more than twenty masters of the same level, it was difficult to get benefits.
In this fight, the battle situation entered a stalemate over time.
Chang Feng knew very well that the twenty or so people on the other side wanted to slowly wear him down, waiting for his physical strength and vitality to decline before looking for opportunities. From this point of view, the situation seemed to be unfavorable to Chang Feng, but Chang Feng did not seem to be in a hurry.
There are also other variables waiting in my mind.
That signal smoke has passed for a long time, and my people will arrive soon.
The setting sun hanging on the horizon lengthened the figures of several people on the old street. The battle between the Peiyuan Realm caused this dilapidated street to be devastated again. There were broken bricks and tiles everywhere, flying sand and rocks everywhere, and there were several
There were many mischievous children from a distance, watching secretly with their eyes closed. In the minds of these children, such fights were far more exciting than the stories told by the storyteller. They all watched with relish, imagining that they too could become knights.
But the knight didn't take it seriously. The parents who rushed out of the house slapped the children on the head. Without daring to make a sound, they directly covered the children with rice bags and took off their clothes directly into the courtyard.
Only adults know that fighting like this is not allowed to be watched, as it may lead to death.
On the way to pull the child back, suddenly there was a rush of wind above the head, and a "swish" sound was heard passing by. It turned out that more than a dozen masters were rushing towards the center of the battle.
At the same time, during the battle, Shangguan Jin screamed: "No! Someone is coming!"
"Go and get a few people to stop the outsiders."
At this moment, the battle situation changed. Several people rose from the sky and blocked the way. Not long after, another fight started.
Chang Feng had no time to care, and he didn't know who was coming, but the pressure on Chang Feng suddenly decreased due to the addition of that group of people. On the contrary, the people of the Red Flower Club who intended to besiege Chang Feng were at a disadvantage.
In the past, more than 20 people could barely surround Chang Feng. Now that there are many fewer people, it becomes more difficult to trap Chang Feng.
Chang Feng noticed the heaviness on Shangguan Jin's face and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "The so-called plan cannot keep up with changes. Have you ever thought about this situation?"
Shangguan Jin's face was cold, and he did not hesitate to use his moves: "Stop talking nonsense, you are only one person now, there are still more than a dozen of us, I don't believe we can't keep you."
"Boy, is it just you?"
"I am the most proud disciple of Jianjue from the Qijue Sect!"
Shangguan Jin roared and drew his sword again. This time he no longer held back. He knew that it was extremely difficult to wake up from this matter. If he continued to look forward and backward, he would definitely not be able to keep Chang Feng. Only by risking his life could he gain something.
"Everyone, attack with all your strength, don't hold back any more."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around Chang Feng changed their moves.
At this moment, more than a dozen Peiyuan realm warriors finally showed their true strength, especially Shangguan Jin. The long sword in his hand was like a wandering dragon. The green and white Qi was pervasive. Under the cover of the people in front, every sword hit him.
Chang Feng’s vitals.
But compared to Chang Feng, Shangguan Jin still seems a little immature. What Chang Fengzui is proud of is not his excellent Qinggong, but his meticulous control of Qi.
Chang Feng is as stereotyped as he is. He has never had the qualifications to be a genius since he was a child, but his desire for martial arts made him put in a lot of sweat that ordinary people can't understand. The so-called hard work can make up for weakness is a portrayal of Chang Feng's life. Chang Feng's martial arts training
It is a completely different path to keep up with Guan Jin. The extraordinary control of Qi is the result of years of hard work. His control of Qi even exceeds that of all Dzogchen masters. Some people say that if his qualifications were just a little better, now
Chang Feng has already entered the realm of Dzogchen.
In battle, Chang Feng always resists the opponent's attack with the smallest loss of energy, and uses the simplest moves to neutralize the opponent's offensive. In the face of the overwhelmingly exquisite swordsmanship, in his opinion, it is just one move, and resisting this attack is just one move.
You don't need to fight head-on to move, you just need to use your true energy to attack the weak points of the sword moves, and you can neutralize the opponent's offensive with just one click.
This is true not only for Shangguan Jin's sword moves, but also for the attacks of everyone around him. Chang Feng always blocks the opponent's most violent attacks with minimal expenditure while retreating seemingly slowly.
At the same time, he is still unconsciously paralyzing his opponent's nerves with constant defense, as long as the opponent relaxes even a little bit...
"puff!"
One person in the crowd spat out a mouthful of blood. Chang Feng suddenly switched from defense to attack and punched through the enemy's chest in an instant. Blood burst out, his intestines were pierced and his belly was rotten, and in the blink of an eye there was a corpse.
The Peiyuan Realm master only had one move in Chang Feng's hands, a mediocre boxing move, but it achieved unexpected results.
Seeing such a bloody aspect, everyone took a breath of cold air, but Chang Feng's expression remained unchanged. Taking advantage of the opponent's momentary absence, he punched a second time.
The person in front of him felt the pressure increase sharply, and quickly used his hands to block it. Suddenly he heard another "click" sound, an arm flew into the air, and another series of shrill screams came.
I originally thought that Chang Feng was good at controlling his true energy and his moves should be clever, but I didn't expect that his power was so strong that even the Peiyuan realm could not resist his attack head-on.
The young man in his early twenties finally understood the terror of the person in front of him. Slowly, his face turned pale and he felt a little afraid.
Chang Feng closed his hand, his true energy was shaken, and the blood stains all over his body dissipated, and he stared coldly ahead: "Boy, the Twelve Divisions of Jingmen are not in vain. If you don't know how high the sky is, I will let your blood splash in the rivers and lakes." (To be completed.)