The finger just pointed at the upper side of the dark-skinned young man's chest, and now that spot feels as if it has been penetrated by pain. Every breath he takes is like walking into the lake in the cold winter, cautiously.
"The clown!"
Wu Hao looked at him mockingly, and his whole aura changed completely, becoming cold and arrogant. A golden fire lotus grew between his fingers, spinning, opening and closing, beautiful and dangerous.
Seeing Wu Hao's eyes, Lin Fenghuo felt a trace of anger in his heart. A piece of white steam rose from his body. When he looked carefully, he saw the flame-colored true energy attached to his body like a cloak, and then the true energy slowly slowed down.
It slowly penetrated into the skin and merged into the blood vessels, making the blood vessels around his body glow. Bright red blood vessel lines appeared on his face and arms, making him look like a murderous god.
This move performed by Lin Fenghuo was exactly the famous stunt that earned him the name "Flame Blade" - Flowing Blade Beacon!
The dark-skinned young man slashed at Wu Hao with a sword. The sword was extremely fast. Even though Wu Hao had far better movement skills than him, he could not dodge the sword.
The flame in the red-clothed young man's hand was growing and extinguishing in an unpredictable manner. With a shake of his finger, the fire lotus quickly separated a petal and faced Lin Fenghuo's knife.
boom!
The petals exploded under the green fire knife, and the powerful air waves carried the fiery temperature, blowing the clothes of the two people tightly to their bodies, while the loose parts were violently thrown away behind them.
Lin Fenghuo, on the other hand, was also blocked from moving forward by the pressure caused by the strong gas explosion.
Wu Hao slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and the fire lotus in front of him separated three more petals and attacked Lin Fenghuo.
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Zhao Feng and Qingzhu once again found the right opportunity and launched an attack on Ouyang Huanxi from the left and the right.
The move Zhao Feng used, "Playing with the Blue Water in the Pool," seemed ordinary on the surface, no different from a child's knife dance. But the strength of this move was that it was as if he reached into the pool to play with water.
In the same way, one can infiltrate one's own internal energy into the opponent's body, and then activate the real energy throughout the opponent's body, disrupt the opponent's skills, and cause severe internal injuries to the opponent.
He also noticed that Qingzhu's technique was a sword technique that combined assault and defense-breaking, "Sword Qingming Xuan Thorn". Although Qingzhu's hand was a short stick, the emerald green energy flowing on it was
Even when faced with powerful heroes, it still has certain lethality.
However, the purpose of the two of them's flanking attack was not to hit with one hit, but to restrict Ouyang Huanxi's position.
Sure enough, Ouyang Huanxi was standing on the roof, playing his flute, and he didn't seem to have any intention of confronting someone head-on. He first pretended to duck back, and then rushed forward quickly.
Zhao Feng smiled when he saw this, changed his moves, and chased Ouyang Huanxi. Under normal circumstances, he could not catch up with him, but when Ouyang Huanxi had just rushed out a foot and a foot, a man suddenly rushed out from under the eaves.
figure.
The man who suddenly appeared seemed to have predicted that Ouyang Huanxi would take this route. He simply tapped his finger on his chest and passed by him, immediately hiding in the dark. This quick appearance again
The person who disappeared in an instant was the poisonous bee that had been hiding in the dark.
At the same time that the poisonous bee succeeded in attacking, Zhao Feng and Qingzhu, who had originally changed direction, arrived just in time.
Qingzhu's short stick hit the opponent continuously, breaking the opponent's defense first. Then Zhao Feng's long knife followed closely, only touching the corner of the opponent's clothes, and then turned and retreated together with Qingzhu.
And just after they retreated, a sword light lit up in Ouyang Huanxi's hand!
With a powerful sound and a sharp edge, this sword light fell on the place where the two of them had just stood, directly cutting off the entire roof.
"This guy actually uses a sword?" Zhao Feng asked in surprise.
He looked at Ouyang Huanxi in the field and saw that he was holding most of the flute in his left hand and the other half in his right hand. A long and narrow sword stretched out from the front of the small flute.
Ouyang Huanxi used his inner strength to forcefully seal his injuries. He raised his chest and said to the three of them: "Maybe you don't understand. Playing the flute is just my hobby, and using the sword is my way of killing enemies.
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The sudden change made the three people in Qingzhu feel nervous.
"It's actually a flute sword." Qingzhu said.
At the same time, on the seventh floor of the teahouse, a man in Tsing Yi also noticed this scene, but said: "Sure enough."
Then he heard the voice transmission from the spirit of the poisonous bee: "Hansong, can we leave? If we don't leave, the hero will be in a hurry, and we will all have to live here today."
Yes, this man in green is none other than Han Song. In the previous battle, it was he who had been predicting Ouyang Huanxi's position, mobilizing Qingzhu, Poisonous Bee, and Zhao Feng to attack the opponent. No way.
I don't admit that his command is effective. If the other three people had fought alone, it would have been impossible to delay it until now.
After hearing what Venomous Bee said, Han Song replied with his soul: "We have already entered the game. When we retreat, it will be the time when the opponent closes the net. Instead of facing all their trump cards at the end, it is better to fight before they close the net.
Let’s destroy a few for them first.”
Zhao Feng also heard their conversation. His eyes fell into memories, and then became fierce and firm. The hand holding the long knife couldn't help but use a little more strength.
He will never forget the last time he saw Zhao Yuntian, and he will never forget his enemy - the inner sect elder of Luo Yun Sect, Zhou Yuanyi.
Now is not the time for revenge, and his strength is still completely unable to compete with his enemies. So today he has been restraining himself and not thinking about these things. But Han Song's words reminded him of his hatred again.
If he could take this opportunity to bleed Luo Yunzong, he would be happy to participate.
Thinking like this, Zhao Feng slowly circled Ouyang Huanxi, waiting for Han Song's instructions at any time.
I saw Ouyang Huanxi clenching the flute sword in his hand and quickly swinging a few sword flowers in the air. Some specific lines were carved on the blade of the narrow sword, and several holes were opened according to a certain pattern. This
The flute sword made several sharp and crisp sounds when it cut the air.
When these sounds are connected together, they sound musically beautiful, as if they are the reappearance of the flute sound that just disappeared.
"Third of the Five Soul-Removing Songs—Recalling Past Dreams!"
At the same time, Zhao Feng also heard Han Song's instructions: "This is a move to quickly change positions. Qingzhu and Zhao Feng gathered together and listened closely to my instructions."
Ouyang Huanxi danced the flute and sword in his hand, cutting through the air around him gracefully, playing a sad and grand piece of music.