Huh!
Above the eaves, Yang Yu stood by the wind.
Here, he could no longer sense where his deity was.
He never completed the ritual, and his control of the evil-suppressing Seal was limited to guidance. Not only could he control a living dead man, but he also wanted to break through the distance limit of 333 feet, but he also temporarily lost his perception of the original body.
This is naturally extremely dangerous.
Therefore, he used the living dead when he was imprisoned and was in a relatively safe environment.
At the same time, we must fight quickly.
boom!
As his thoughts moved, he had already stepped hard before he finished speaking.
Just one step, the house where he stood had collapsed, and the dust had spread from top to bottom, carrying the sudden appearance of thunder,
He rushed towards Xiao Qingfeng with a shocked face!
Don't give it any time to react.
"Who are you?!"
"Dare you dare to break into the Xiao family manor?! Are all the patrolmen dead? They were bullied by thieves and entered the martial arts field."
"Die!"
After a brief silence, the martial arts arena is full of fire, and a group of guards draw out their swords and strike up.
"Your bow?"
Xiao Qingfeng took a few steps back, opened his strong bow, and the arrows were in a chain, and the airflow was torn apart, which was extremely ferocious.
At the same time, I was also surprised.
When he heard this, the first thing he thought of was Yang Yu, who could immediately reject it.
Although the prison in Tianlang Pass is not considered a solid wall, it is impossible for him to go to prison and escape.
So this person comes from the Liu family?
Zheng!
When Xiao Qingfeng thought about it, he heard the sound of swords, like a long roar of dragons and tigers, spreading in the huge martial arts field.
The man in black robe was extremely fast, and he seemed to be able to move through the wind. He was in mid-air without any leverage, so he moved several times to avoid his continuous bead arrows.
At the same time, the sword appeared like a dragon, and the swords of the guards who were rushing to kill were opened.
Strong and firm!
One sword is like thousands of swords!
Those who can be selected by the Xiao family as Xiao Qingfeng's guards have no bad martial arts skills, and they are almost all masters and elites with more than six or seven blood exchanges.
But what Yang Yu was manipulating at this time was a powerful warrior who had thirteen blood exchanges!
Although he can only use the martial arts he has learned, his power is almost as strong as his own strength with the blessing of his powerful blood and internal breath.
This is because the body was severely damaged and the force was not smooth.
Dang ~
Xiao Qingfeng only retreated three steps and shot four arrows. He saw that the sword light was like a tide and rolling across the board. The dozens of guards selected for him in the clan had retreated completely.
Those who were more alert were also shaken away by the sword, and those who took a little slower regression were beheaded by a sword!
In an instant, blood sprinkled on the martial arts performance venue.
"ah!"
Screams came one after another.
With just one contact, these guards seemed to be greatly frightened. The martial arts of the visitors were probably more than ten times higher than theirs.
When did the young master offend such a master?
"Young Master, go quickly!"
With a shrill long roar, a master in the guard rushed and intercepted.
But how could I stop Yu Yang?
With one sword, he opened his sword, and stepped on his head into his chest, and even took advantage of the power of stepping, he crossed more than ten feet, and the sword cut Xiao Qingfeng away.
quick!
It's almost reached its limit!
From his appearance, from his culling down, to more than a dozen guards' bodies and heads, the sword force threatened Xiao Qingfeng, and only a few breaths were left.
The dozens of death battles on the Liujishan battlefield have created Yang Yu’s superb killing skills, which are cruel and fierce.
The accumulation of internal energy may be achieved by retreat and attacking skills, which can only be sharpened between blood and fire.
Therefore, the killing masters from all dynasties all came from the battlefield!
It is precisely because of this that Yang Yu returned home in vain and still chose to consume a lot of ingredients and enter the illusion of Liujishan with precious energy accumulation!
"How dare you, rats!"
Xiao Qingfeng's eyes were so angry that he looked.
The desperate interception of many guards gave him a breath of breath. The sharp sword technique of the visitor was enough to make him throw away the Four Elephant Bow and lift the soldiers beside him.
A long sword covered with black and white textures.
Buzz!
With a sword in hand, Xiao Qingfeng's face was astonished, and the ripples in his heart disappeared. At a moment below his foot, the long sword trembled, amid the sound of the gust of wind and explosion.
Counterattack!
The moment the sword was poked out, a true weapon that was as fierce as fire ignited all over his body, emitting a wave of heat and light.
Bless yourself and bless swordsmanship.
The huge force erupted, and the sword light was sharp.
when!
The two swords fought, and then the sound of gold and iron clashing like rain hitting a banana leaf.
Seeing that the person coming was so vicious, Xiao Qingfeng dared not make any changes. As his internal energy urged him to wander, he danced into a large sword light like a forest.
The sword is either elegant and elegant, murderous intent, strange, majestic, or sharp, or sharp, or full of sharpness, and dangerous and violent.
It fully demonstrates thirty years of practice.
However, the more he beat him, the more shocked he felt.
The exquisiteness of the swordsman's swordsmanship cannot be compared with that of himself, and it can even be said to be simple and fancy.
However, even such an ordinary sword technique always forced him to retreat, and later he was almost killed and sweated profusely.
The various exquisite sword techniques he mastered were unable to be used at all. Whenever he wanted to burst out his killer move, he would be forced to stop his power.
After many incidents, I felt so uncomfortable that I almost vomited blood.
Zheng!
The violent sound of metal and iron friction resounded throughout the night.
A sword swept open and cut off the airflow. Yang Yu moved with the wind, and before he could land, he moved by the air. The sword light was sturdy, like a divine dragon exploring his head, showing his vicious murderous intent.
He did not often use swords, and often used swords to fight against enemies, but swords themselves have similarities, and using swords to move swords is even more bizarre.
But Xiao Qingfeng is not an ordinary person. Although he seems to be using a superior swordsmanship, there are actually at least a dozen sets of middle-hand swordsmanship.
What is particularly rare is that all kinds of sword techniques echo each other, and one person can form a sword formation, which is extremely sharp.
Unfortunately, people like him may have rich practical experience, but they have never had the experience of fighting to the death.
The threat level is far less than that of the old man from Bai Poison.
clang clang!
Several more collisions.
"It's too much!"
Xiao Qingfeng's figure retreated continuously, and his face turned red to the extreme.
Wow~
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and made a long breathing sound.
His inhalation was very violent, and the air flow visible to the naked eye flowed into his mouth like water, and then spit it out, just like a strong wind suddenly blew.
As he breathed, the "Red Fire True Gang" around him instantly burned.
It was like a fire that took advantage of the wind, soaring several times.
Zheng!
Xiao Qingfeng came again, pushing straight with just one sword, but it was like a meteor shower drop falling from the sky. Each spark was full of fierce sword moves, which were connected to each other, stacked layer by layer, like a tide and wave, sweeping through the air.
The red fire true energy surrounding him sank into the sword like a solid flowing water.
The sword light surged, more than several times.
As the sword light sucked and spitted, the whistling air and wind were completely shattered.
"die!"
Xiao Qingfeng let out a long roar, and the sword posture changed again, like a dragon fish jumping up from the tide, trying to climb the dragon gate and climb the dragon platform.
Thousands of swords become foils!
This sword is really like the finishing touch. Only this change has surpassed the thousands of changes before. Even if Yang Yu saw it, his expression was moved.
"This sword..."
With a sword slashed out, Xiao Qingfeng's heart was also inspiring.
I just feel extremely happy, I just feel so happy, I just feel the bottleneck that has troubled me for many years, as if I have loosened at this moment.
This is a summary of all my sword techniques over the past thirty years, and it is at its peak and going further!
"good!"
This is the first time that Yang Yu has spoken out since he took out his sword.
Hoarse and loud.
Facing Xiao Qingfeng's extreme sword, the sword he wanted to cut was a bit pale.
But his swordsmanship is not his strength.
Therefore, as the two swords intersected, as the light of the sword poured down, he felt a little bit under his feet, and the bluestone ground collapsed from the air, and his whole body was raised three feet higher.
Avoiding the frontal collision of the sword force, the ape's arms stretched out, and then pulled back again. The five fingers were pinched together, as if holding the wind in the sky between the five fingers.
Then, he pushed the gold mountain and bombarded the jade pillar like a bombardment!
Boom!
This punch seemed to be accompanied by wind and thunder, or like a huge mountain collapse, and a large area of ​​strong wind swept across the clouds, like a divine dragon swooping down.
The grand and vast room is also full of heroism and domineeringness.
But it was exactly what he had never forgotten when he first saw the mountain, and he realized when he saw the golden armored man defeating Fang Qidao.
Domineering boxing!
boom!
It was like a falling thunder exploded in my heart, and it was extremely terrifying.
"This is……"
Xiao Qingfeng's eyes widened.
In a moment, he fell from the paradise that was about to break through to the hell that was about to die. The huge contrast almost made him vomit blood and become crazy.
Domineering boxing!
This is the domineering fist of the Ming army, the Martial Saint God, and the King of Zhao of the Western Palace!
"No!"
As the bone-bone cold current came, Xiao Qingfeng felt that his blood seemed to be frozen.
‘I will die under this punch!’
fear!
An unprecedented terror filled my heart.
But the flash of these days only took a moment, and it turned into a surging rage.
"I'll die?!"
"What a joke!"
The extreme anger filled my heart, and Xiao Qingfeng finally reacted. The sword force that was about to reach the same level suddenly pulled back, as if he was about to jump into the dragon gate and then fell into the fall.
The sacred and free energy turned into a monstrous anger that could not be achieved.
Blow out!
call!
It seemed like a big sun fell into the martial arts field. The light that rose instantly almost blinded the eyes of many guards, guests, and masters who came to hear the sound.
Immediately, a lot of thunder exploded in an instant.
Boom!
The earthquake shook, and the silt and gravel splashed.
With the collision between the two people as the center, the ground nearly ten feet completely shattered, and was smoothed out by the terrifying air waves, and they all fell more than one foot.
The smoke and dust storm made the faces of many guards who dared to come and felt pain.
"No!"
Some people's eyes were so angry that they were crazy.
However, Xiao Qingfeng himself felt nothing, and he felt that he rose up in vain.
I saw the horror scene of gravel splashing, the figure of the black robe that was hit from top to bottom, and I also saw myself squirting blood all over my body and rubbing my muscles and bones.
"I'm going to die..."
Absolute darkness and unwillingness surged into my heart at the same time.
"Um?!"
The wave of air was hit, and Yang Yu, who was about to hit Xiao Qingfeng with one punch, frowned. He did not do his best in this punch.
A hazy but tough aperture appeared at some point, which was blocking the explosion of his last strength between him and Xiao Qingfeng!
symbol?
Talisman?
The thought of surprise flashed through, and there were also sounds of roars of shock or anger and fear in the distance:
"Show mercy!"
"stop!"
"Can't kill him, stop!"
...
Can't kill him?
"What a joke..."
His eyes turned cold and hesitated almost without any hesitation. Yang Yu pulled himself up and his fists rose and fell, fierce and domineering.
No matter what kind of young master, face, aristocratic family, or genius you are.
I'm going to kill you!
Don't die with one punch?
Chapter completed!