The bullying was not only too much, it was simply too damn frustrating. Li Xiaoyao felt a surge of rage in his heart. His fat face was flushed with layers of red light. Look who this person is, if you want to assassinate him, just assassinate him.
, and sent such a pair of such weird killers, look at the wrinkles on the old watchman's face, just like the dead leaves falling to the ground, layer by layer. And the sanctimonious scholar, who started to fight...
They looked like they were on the verge of death. The two of them were over a hundred years old in total, and they were still bullying a boy in their twenties.
It was so damn frustrating that Li Xiaoyao cursed fiercely in his heart, "No, why." Li Xiaoyao shouted loudly and blurted out an unfounded sentence.
"Oh, why not." The old watchman and the scholar were stunned. It was their first time to meet such a strange little Taoist priest, and they couldn't help but be stunned. Finally, the old watchman raised a question, but no one
Knowing that, he held the gong and the clapper in his hand tighter.
"He is yours, and the scholar is mine, how about it." Li Xiaoyao pointed at Ye Yinfeng, then pointed at the scholar and said.
Ye Yinfeng was startled, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry. How long had it been? The fat Taoist priest had not forgotten to play tricks, but he couldn't feel the martial arts level of the old watchman and the scholar. He must have been much higher than him.
.But he did not feel despair at all because of the disparity in strength. Instead, a fierce fighting spirit emerged from the bottom of his heart. That fighting spirit made the blood boil all over his body, and there was a faint excitement secretly generated.
"Our tasks are different. This cannot be changed. You don't have to waste your time, little Taoist friend." The old watchman shook his head and said calmly.
"Okay." Li Xiaoyao suddenly looked depressed, and then slowly raised his chubby head.
The old watchman swayed, and a golden light suddenly shot out of his hand. There was a dull sound, and the lantern in his palm turned into a meteor and shot quickly on a stone wall, but the handle of the lantern was inserted into it.
It entered the stone wall, penetrated eight-thirds of the way, and fixed the lantern on the stone wall.
The lantern's candle flickered only a few times, then stabilized again, motionless despite the cold wind.
The figure was like a shadow, carrying the power of several ghosts, and stormed towards Li Xiaoyao. The wooden bang and the gong in the old watchman's hands became his sharp death-calling weapons. The wooden bang turned into a force that broke through the air,
The gongs sandwiched between the mountains and the mountains are powerful weapons that can kill people, making people unable to despise them.
A master is a master. No matter what, it is the best weapon in his hands. At this moment, this old man embodies this sentence vividly. Although he does not have any tricks and rules, wherever he goes, he rushes like a dragon.
There was a hissing sound that broke through the air. No one had arrived yet, but the momentum had already taken over people without even breathing.
Li Xiaoyao's face was solemn. He had never seen such a weapon before. A wooden clapper turned into a peerless sword that could cut iron like clay, and a bronze gong turned into a powerful weapon that could shake mountains and rivers.
I saw heavy shadows of the wooden bangs, and fierce winds shooting out. Sometimes they were fierce, and sometimes they were as overwhelming as mountains. This was the perfect coordination between this wooden bang and that gong. The chaotic and disorderly moves and the incredible fighting methods made everyone...
Li Xiaoyao had difficulty adapting for a while, and he could only defend passively.
It was so frustrating, so frustrating. This was the most frustrating battle that Li Xiaoyao had ever encountered. Not to mention that the opponent's martial arts level was several times higher than his own, but even the opponent's weapons were so weird and absurd. No matter if he was
No matter how you move, palms, fingers, or punches, they are all neutralized by the opponent's weird and evil weapons, as if the opponent's weapons are inherently capable of defeating you.
Li Xiaoyao took a deep step and made a slight bow. As his body turned and turned, his fat palms collided with the opponent's weapons several times, but he still didn't take any advantage. Instead, bursts of sound came from his palms.
Pain, even though his internal strength was extremely deep, he was secretly suffering a lot.
On the street, I saw a fat little Taoist priest and an old man in linen clothes and colorful hair, tumbling back and forth. The two figures sometimes separated and sometimes joined together. Sometimes they made dull sounds, and sometimes they made loud noises.
The chaotic air was constantly billowing around them, gathering and dispersing at times.
It seemed like an easy contest, but there were hidden murderous intentions. Like Li Xiaoyao, Ye Yinfeng also endured extremely strong pressure. The opponent's weapon was a Spring and Autumn Pen. There was no opening remarks, no too much nonsense, they directly
The most powerful moves are aimed at the opponent's vital points.
The Spring and Autumn Period pen in the scholar's hand is like an ink pointing to the country. It carries a sharp momentum wherever it goes. Dots, strokes, and hooks have become a major feature of this Spring and Autumn Period pen. The huge and dense pen
The slightest stroke at that point aroused the fierce murderous intent in the world, and the rushing breath carried the heaviest suffocating edge.
Ye Yinfeng held an iron sword in his hand. At this time, he was no longer the ignorant young man he was then. He was no longer the young man who had no foundation in using a sword. On the merchant ship, he looked around from the land of cave blessings.
He read the sword manual carefully word by word, but it gave him a lot of gains.
The broad strokes of the wolf brush stirred up the aura between heaven and earth, and sealed Ye Yinfeng's body in it, like a closed cage. In addition to a bit of tranquility, the scholar's eyes also contained a hint of tranquility.
It was hard to shake off the chill, and suddenly, a breath of overlapping solar terms like spring and autumn burst out from the scholar's body, making Ye Yinfeng's heart tremble suddenly, and he couldn't help but speed up the iron sword waving in his hand.
.
The sword is a sword without an edge, and the pen is the spring and autumn pen used to rebuke the Fang chieftain. They are two different weapons, but they carry a faintly similar artistic conception. The four seasons come and go, and the meaning of spring and autumn radiates from the breath of these two people.
And out.
The light of the sword was like an airtight spring rain, pouring down and lingering, but the cold air penetrated straight into the heart.
The brush strokes are heavy, like a bud emerging from a cocoon, sharp and soaring to the sky, vast and powerful, but the momentum is so overwhelming that it makes your heart tremble.
As soon as he waved his hand, the sword light rotated and turned into a downpour again. The thunder roared and rushed straight towards the shadow. The heavy rain suddenly rose and the sky and the earth were eclipsed. However, it was covered by a scorching light, layer upon layer covering the waterfall.
The raindrops all over the sky evaporated all at once, but it was hard to say who was better.
In the calm, the murderous intent was secreted, there was no strong sound of collision, only the two intertwined figures became more and more urgent, or the sword light rushed into the sky, or the shadow of the pen enveloped the world. It didn't look like a life and death fight, but more like
It was a peaceful contest, but the sharp breath that flew away was like a knife scraping across the dead trees on both sides of the street, stirring up layers of powdery dust that spread over the cold air.
In the night sky.
The dead trees were turned into powder, and bright scratches could be seen everywhere on the street, whether they were carved by the sword or made by the strokes.
There was no audience, just the twinkling stars and the vast sky watching everything. There were two brilliant fights, one was earth-shattering, the other was silent. But they all knew that,
This was a fight they had never seen before. Both sides tried their best to fight with only one goal, which was to knock down the opponent.
Li Xiaoyao's faintly aching hands couldn't help but be confused. He was so aggrieved that he couldn't hide the rage surging in his heart. He saw quick palm prints hitting the old watchman's weapon, knocking him back.
, and as soon as he gathered his energy again, he spun back and suddenly let out a loud shout.
The old watchman was frightened and did not continue to attack because he felt that the young Taoist priest contained an aura that made him extremely afraid. It was an aura that was as terrifying as heaven and earth.
, that aura made him vaguely uneasy. And his old eyes kept turning, wondering what he was thinking about.
With a loud bang, Li Xiaoyao stepped forward, and a burst of aura burst out from his body. The pure aura was as majestic as a volcano erupting. He took a step forward, and with every step he took, the aura on his body erupted.
It was a little thicker, and the aura on his body became a little more majestic with every step he took.
Faintly, the old watchman felt that the other person's aura had a faint cyan color. Although it was hazy, he could see it carefully. And his eyes focused again, and he found that the other person was walking towards him. Every step he took, the little Taoist priest
The aura on his body became a bit greener and thicker, and the transcendent aura made him tremble.
"Ultimate Heaven Realm!" the old watchman exclaimed, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He had never thought that the other party's martial arts realm was so high. This was almost beyond his expectation, and he couldn't help but secretly groan in his heart.
Facing such a weirdo Li Xiaoyao, the bitterness on his face became a little more bitter.
Monster, the old watchman cursed secretly in his heart. He couldn't help but think too much. All he saw was a blur in front of his eyes, and a huge and vast figure rushed towards him. Subconsciously, he raised the wooden stick in his hand towards him.
The opponent stabbed him away, while the gong in his left hand was smashed towards the opponent.
The old watchman couldn't help but feel happy when the wooden stick was stabbed and the gong was hit by the figure. However, before he could stretch his smile, his smile froze because the figure he stabbed was
What was hit was just an afterimage of the opponent. Before he could react, he felt like a lightning strike in his abdomen. A huge pain spread from his abdomen to his whole body instantly, and he was like a bent shrimp.
Generally, his face becomes paler.
"Bang", I saw a figure flying up, and then fell to the street like a wild goose.
Bang, a gong hit the street hard, making a loud noise,
The old watchman lay with his head in the sky. The sharp pain from his abdomen almost made his mind go blank. The pain was like a knife and almost made him lose consciousness. He raised his hand with difficulty to wipe the dripping water from the corner of his mouth.
There were blood stains, but he no longer had any strength to stand up.
The sky at night was so beautiful, and the twinkling stars were so bright. Although there was still a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, he wanted to force his consciousness to focus. But the punch that hit his abdomen was as powerful as a stick.
Like a sharp knife, it shuttled freely through his body, and finally cut off all the vitality in his body. His consciousness became more and more blurred, but he still felt that the night sky seemed to be getting more and more beautiful. In a trance, he seemed to see a fast speed.
The meteor passed over his head. He tried to follow the trajectory of the meteor, but found that his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker. Finally, he felt that he was the bright meteor passing through the sky.
Li Xiaoyao stood quietly in the wind, his large Taoist robe making a hunting sound. At this moment, he no longer had any energy left. In order not to let Ye Yinfeng be careful, he just forced himself to stand. Just a punch that seemed easy just now
, but he took great risks to unleash his potential, so that once that skill was used, he would no longer be able to fight.
The little fat Taoist priest looked away from the corpse of the old watchman, and he was secretly glad in his heart. The other party was not as powerful as he thought, at least the other party's martial arts realm had not reached the Supreme Realm. If he reached the Supreme Realm,
Then no matter what method you use, you can't defeat the opponent, let alone kill the opponent.
A heavy fluke flashed through his mind, and at this moment he moved his eyes to the two intertwined figures. He couldn't help but worry for Ye Yinfeng, after all, the other party was a killer in the near-heaven realm. And Ye Yinfeng also
It's just that he has just broken through to the Sanqing realm, which is the innate realm of ordinary martial arts.
The two people in a stalemate are fully engaged in their own fight. The dark night is even more charming, and the fog is spreading across the curtains, making it even more ferocious. But there is another person in the dark night.