"Whoa!" Ye Jian Hanxing instantly appeared on Yi Xifeng's right hand.
"Follow the wind and turn the willow!" the young man shouted in a low voice. As soon as Xing Laowu's condensed black sword light came into contact with the blade of Ye Jian, he felt the pulling force that he had encountered before.
The sword light also moved little by little to the right side of the fair boy, "Humph! Didn't your master tell you not to use the same move on the same person twice?" Xing Linlin roared in a hoarse voice.
Following Xing Laowu's low roar, his originally condensed sword light suddenly seemed to come alive, extending outwards with countless black tentacles, and wisps of black inner energy, constantly entangled around Yi Xifeng's Hanxing Sword.
The momentum that was constantly pulling the sword light to one side was also stopped.
"Bang!" The young man was forced to take the blow forcefully. Fortunately, he had strong physical strength and was able to control Ye Jian Hanxing from rebounding, but the young man's thin figure was still blown away several feet.
Xing Laowu took advantage of the situation and attacked without giving the opponent any chance to breathe.
"Bafang Sword Curtain!" Yi Xifeng knelt on the ground with one knee, raising the Hanxing Sword with one hand and whispered.
In just an instant, one hundred and twenty-eight white sword shadows erupted from the Hanxing Sword, surrounding the young man within a three-foot radius.
Xing Laowu's castration continued unabated, and with a slash of his knife, he struck straight at the fair-skinned boy who was squatting on the ground!
Yi Xifeng stared at the black sword light that was gradually approaching him, and one hundred and twenty-eight sword shadows around him, always rotating at high speed around him.
Xing Laowu's sword light effortlessly broke through the outermost layer of the eight-sided sword curtain and stabbed at the young man like a broken bamboo.
Seeing that the sword light that had been struck by several sword shadows was still unabated, Xing Linlin clicked his tongue and said, "Little baby, you are still too young and your ideas are too simple. With just a few sword shadows, I want to block your Fifth Master's attack.
Knife? Hum, take your life!"
As he said that, Xing Laowu no longer hid his strength, and used all his strength to run the Life-Snatching Heaven Jue, and just now those tiny black tentacles appeared on the sword light again.
What Xing Laowu didn't notice was that as the white sword shadows intercepted the sword light, as they got closer and closer to Yi Xifeng, the sword shadows became more and more numerous and faster and faster.
Yi Xifeng held up Ye Jian Hanxing's right hand, still holding the sword hilt steadily. The originally dark sword body was now lit up with stars as bright as stars. More and more new sword shadows emerged from the sword.
The blade spurted out and merged into the fair boy's sword curtain in all directions!
Two feet! In an instant, Xing Laowu's sword was less than two feet away from the boy, and Yi Xifeng could even see the other man's scarlet eyes clearly.
At this moment, Xing Laowu felt the resistance coming from the blade, and couldn't help but frown slightly. The tentacles on the blade that were originally dancing unbridledly around were also submerged in the sword shadow like a storm. The blade was as powerful as breaking bamboo.
, and also slowly slowed down the thrusting speed.
Xing Laowu's eyes flashed red, and his other left hand, which was not holding the knife, also pressed on the bottom of the handle, stabbed forward with all his strength, and said in a deep voice: "Underworld Knife - Sigh Naihe!"
I saw a red light along the straight spine of the knife, shooting straight towards the young man's eyebrows. At the same time, the black tentacles that were originally dancing on the knife light condensed together in an instant, making the knife light on the tip of the knife extend one foot.
More than enough.
This red light was not an inner sword light, but more like a dazzling beam of light. The surrounding sword curtain could not block this beam of light at all. Before Yi Xifeng could react, the red light lit on his forehead. The young man was originally clear and clear.
His eyes also became confused in an instant.
In an instant, the rapidly rotating sword curtain around Yi Xifeng suddenly became scattered and abnormal. The Hanxing Sword he held up also dimmed.
There was a hint of cruelty on the corner of Xing Laowu's mouth, and the straight knife passed two feet away in an instant, slashing straight towards Yi Xifeng's neck.
One foot, five feet, three feet... When he was less than one foot away from the fair boy's neck, Yi Xifeng finally recovered from the dazed state just now.
A trace of surprise and doubt flashed from Xing Laowu's eyes, and then his murderous intent became even stronger!
This son must not be kept! Xing Laowu secretly made up his mind.
The sharp blade made Yi Xifeng's hair stand on end, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat. The Hanxing Sword turned into an afterimage, and he blocked it with his sword.
"Ding! Poof!" The sword light slashed heavily on an afterimage. Although Ye Jian Hanxing blocked the sword light this time, it could not withstand the huge force coming from the blade. The boy was injured by the rebounding Hanxing sword.
On his left arm, blood instantly stained the entire arm red.
Yi Xifeng traded his injuries for his life and blocked this dangerous knife attack. With the help of the huge force of the opponent's knife attack, he quickly escaped from the battle circle.
"Psychic attack? I was still careless..." the fair boy muttered, ignoring his left arm that was still bleeding.
"Yin-Yang-level exercises are originally yang-type exercises that deny the physical body, and yin-type exercises that denies the soul. It is not surprising that there is a way to attack the soul... Tsk, tsk, if Captain Cheng Tao knows that I am so embarrassed, I will practice at night.
I need to practice more..." Yi Xifeng also ignored Xing Laowu and thought to himself.
Xing Laowu also didn't expect that the other party could dodge his fatal blow. His move "Sigh Naihe" was the signature martial arts of Xing Wutang. But he was the weakest among the five brothers. If he let the boss Xingmu use this move
Zhao, I'm afraid that the kid opposite has his head and body removed.
However, Xing Laowu was still a little wary of this boy. Being able to get rid of Tan Naihe's mental control in such a short period of time showed that his soul was very powerful, which was very different from ordinary people.
Fortunately, this kid was also seriously injured, Xing Laowu thought to himself. He himself knew the characteristics of his skills. Whether it was boxing, sword or palm skills, all his moves were secretly powerful and hurtful.
Just like the strong man who was knocked into the Chunfeng River by his palm earlier today, Xing Laowu was confident that the other party would not survive to reach the shore. At this time, Yi Xifeng was also confident that the other party would at least be seriously injured.
It's hard to say without losing the ability to fight.
Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "Kid, you are really good. You are the first warrior who can survive my fifth master's Tan Nai He sword!" At this point, the eyes of fifth master Xing gradually faded.
Become stern.
Yi Xifeng raised his head and glanced at Xing Laowu. His clean little face was stained with some blood, but he still looked pretty. At this time, there was a shy smile on this pretty little face...
The fair young man said softly: "Oh? The first one? I'm honored, but I think it's the last one too!" As he said that, he pulled off his shirt that was already stained with blood, and simply tied his left arm.
Xing Laowu's eyes narrowed, and he saw only the boy with bare arms, wearing a black iron chain vest.
The young man tapped several locks on the vest with his fingers, and with a few clicks, the iron chain vest slipped off his body.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the black iron chain vest brought up a puff of smoke.
Until the splashing smoke dissipated, Xing Laowu had not recovered from the shock. But before Xing Laowu could say anything else, Yi Xifeng's figure disappeared from the same place as the dissipated smoke.
"What?!" Xing Laowu was suddenly shocked. At the same time, his fighting instinct for many years made him throw the sword horizontally behind him.
"Thousands of miles of river!" A soft shout came from behind Xing Laowu.