Regardless of their respective original intentions, the three groups of people who surrounded and suppressed Chen Ping'an, including seven famous martial arts masters, including Pink Vajra Horse Xuan, Pipa Woman, and Demon Cult Ya'er, have already destroyed this street.
Feng Qingbai, who traveled the world as a knight-errant, was a lunatic. In order to achieve his goal, he used any means to break through walls and sneak attacks. He failed to assassinate Chen Ping'an with a sword, but instead lost most of Ya'er's life.
The beauty in clogs who is expected to succeed as a woman as the leader of the Demon Cult has not yet been able to turn around. One cheek is pressed against the cold street, and the beautiful nails of a slender hand are gently sliding. Holding the bluestone, he looked at Zhou Shi, the hairpin man, with his eyes full of pain and pleading.
Although it was a joke before, asking Zhou Shi to promise not to allow her to die here, he finally agreed. Why was he so reluctant to take action?
Hairpin Flower Man Zhou Shi didn’t feel any guilt, and even looked at her and greeted her with a smile.
Lu Fang never took action.
The elusive Smiley Face has already fought against Chen Ping'an without taking any advantage.
Zhou Shi held the scarlet rosary and gently twirled it, "The person standing now is Zhou Shi who is holding me back the most, but I promise to do my best to deal with this person, Mr. Lu "Xiao Lian'er, Feng Qingbai, can we put aside our prejudices and fight against the enemy together today?"
Xiao Lian'er smiled radiantly and nodded, "No matter who kills this person in the end, I only want him." If you can't get the same skill, the magic of shrinking the ground into an inch, the reward will be calculated separately."
Feng Qingbai looked at Chen Pingan with burning eyes, "The last sword to kill him must be. I will pay for it. As for all his belongings, I will not take any of them. I can also hand over the magic weapon after killing the immortal, and you can decide how to divide the spoils."
Zhou Shi. He glanced at the dying Ya'er and said with a smile: "I only want her."
Lu Fang made the final decision, "Then it's settled."
Feng Qingbai held his sword in front of him. , bending his fingers, flicking the sword lightly, smiling playfully, "Lu Jianxian, you old man, please stop sitting idly by, be careful to steal the chicken but lose the rice. In the end, each of us became this person's martial arts whetstone. As ours If the most capable expert on the side still hides and tests the depth with our lives, I will not be willing to serve. At worst, I will not mess with this, it is all yours."
Lu Fang smiled and said: "Just don't worry."
After saying this, the Bird's Eye Sword Immortal with his palm against the hilt of the sword, clenched his fist and took the "Dachun" with the sword. The sheath was pulled out of the ground together.
Xianjia magicians once recorded in books that in ancient times there was a tree named Dachun. Eight thousand years is spring and eight thousand years is autumn. After it bears fruit, mortals can lift the clouds by eating it.
Chen Ping'an has been quietly building momentum, and he also has to adapt to the situation without the restraints of the robe and golden wine.
Among the boxing techniques taught by the old man surnamed Cui, the Yunzheng Daze style or the Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation, it can be said that they are just different punches with different weights.In this kind of boxing, the slightest difference can make a huge difference, and he needs to be wary of Lu Fang at all times. Chen Ping'an must know the right amount of each punch.
This is the pinnacle of Chen Pingan's boxing skills since he started practicing martial arts, including his body, mind and spirit.
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Here we come, be careful."
Lu Fang reminded everyone with a smile, " It’s true, it’s so unkind to say hello before taking action.”
At the same time, Lu Fang twisted his wrist, and for the first time, Lu Fang grasped the hilt of the sword seriously. After the famous sword Dachun, Lu Fang's sword energy was too abundant. Even if he deliberately suppressed it, it continued to pour out, causing his clothes to flutter in the wind, especially the sleeve of the hand holding the sword. The sword energy was full. , the excitement was endless, the cuffs were wide open, and there were wisps of neighing sounds coming from inside.
In an instant, Smiley Face's heartstrings tightened, and without saying a word, he used the mysterious and mysterious Qimen Dunjia that he accidentally obtained from the fragmentary secret technique of the Immortal Family, and instantly moved from the earthquake position to the barrier position. , but before the smiling face could check Chen Ping'an's figure, the fist was already in front of him, coming towards his face, causing a stinging pain on his face.
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared between Smiley's head and fist.
The extremely sharp sword blade lay horizontally and fell into Smiley's eyes, like a snow-white silk thread placed in front of him.
The punch was blocked by the sword blade, giving Xiaolianer a little room to maneuver. He disappeared several times, retreated again and again, and finally got rid of the suffocating sense of oppression.
Since his debut, Smiley Face has been traveling around the world for thirty years. Originally, his favorite enemy was the master of the external boxing. He could move forward and retreat freely, teasing those so-called masters who seemed a little slow in their movements, just like walking a dog. This is also the origin of Smiley's nickname of "The Difficult Ghost". Several old guys who were famous for their martial arts skills were suddenly consumed to death by the ghostly Smiley.
This is the first time Xiaolianer has encountered a boxing master who can run better than him.
Xiao Lian'er knew that Feng Qingbai had saved him once, twice, and there might not be a third time, so he no longer held back, retreated and hid his hands in his big sleeves, and pointed. Between the gaps, there are small and exquisite handleless flying knives with a cold light. The blades are smeared with the green poison Gelsemium, which is best able to break the martial arts.
Five or six feet away from Chen Pingan, I saw Feng Qingbai save himself with a sword, but also paid the price and stared at the man. After three or two rounds, Feng Qingbai fell. Downwind, Feng Qingbai was hit on the shoulder by a sweeping leg, and Feng Qingbai flew out with a bang.
Feng Qingbai, who was dressed in a white robe and had one arm drooping, was obviously in a bad situation.
Reciprocate a favor.
Smiley Face's sleeves were filled with flying knives.
That man is really a monster. Every step he took when punching this time seemed to be very light. When he stepped on the street, let alone the aura of the pink Vajra Horse proclaiming the God Queen with his feet cracking the bricks. , the smiling face almost made you think that the man's boots had not touched the ground at all, as if they had been floating in the air.Swinging around.
Xiao Lian'er didn't expect the six Gelsemium to stab the man, just to give Feng Qingbai a chance to breathe.
Feng Qingbai grinned, spread his fingers, and actually let go of the long sword.
A swordsman who abandons his sword?
Looking at the smiling face, I felt guilty for a while. Could it be that Feng Qingbai, the ranger who had killed almost half of the martial arts world with his sword from north to south in the past ten years, only had this little weight?
Feng Qingbai's long sword did not fall to the ground, without its master to control it, but the sword body trembled slightly, causing ripples, and then suddenly tightened, and the long sword hovered in the air.
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The tip of the sword was raised, pointed directly at the white robe, and disappeared in a flash.
Feng Qingbai shook his left shoulder, and was hit by the whip leg. There was a biting pain, but it didn't matter.
Feng Qingbai put the fingers of his right hand together to make a sword gesture.
In this narrow and depressing little world, sword cultivators cannot display their magical powers, but Feng Qingbai can already master the relatively inferior sword control technique.
Feng Qingbai came down this time to "temper the sword" and use all methods to temper the sword's will and heart as much as possible.
Offensive and defensive transition.
On the street, there is a ball of white snow and a white rainbow.
Hairpin Flower Man Zhou Shi first carefully lifted Ya'er up and let her sit under a wall, lest she die inexplicably under the sword energy fists of both sides.
The sword that Feng Qingbai penetrated through her back vest was so sharp and cruel that it directly smashed Ya'er's Dantian. Not only that, there was also a wisp of sword energy remaining in her body, causing She had no luck in healing her wounds. If there was no expert to save her and help her peel off the sword energy, she would have no choice but to wait for death. Even the holy healing medicine from the Vajra Temple would be of no use.
Of course Zhou Shi did not have sex with her during the battle. He crouched in the shadow of the wall and put a little pressure on his thumb. The string of beads wrapped around his fist was pushed out. The scarlet beads did not roll around randomly. It fell, bounced twice on the blue stone street, and then disappeared out of thin air.
Zhou Shi kept scattering the beads.
This is an amulet given to him by his father Zhou Fei. If used properly, it can save his life when facing ten people in the world, and it can kill the enemy when facing ten people below. Of course, the Palace Master of Spring Chao Palace also told Zhou Shi that if he met Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, he should run away if he could, and if he couldn't run, he should kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, so as not to be embarrassed.
Feng Qingbai strolled around the courtyard, moving slowly, chasing the white robe with his hearty sword control skills. Chen Pingan tried to get rid of it several times, but he was still entangled by the lightning flying sword.
The flying sword is so fast that people can only see the sword light flowing.
Xiao Lian'er didn't dare to add anything, so he adjusted his breathing silently in the distance. Seeing this scene, Xiao Lian'er was both relieved and a little horrified. If he met Feng Qingbai, how should he deal with it?
The white robe that rolled like snowflakes suddenly stopped and reached out to hold the hilt of the flying sword.
Feng Qingbai was not afraid, "How can there be such a simple thing, you will definitely not be able to catch it..."
Waiting for Feng Qingbai to finish speaking.
Chen Pingan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and struck the sword with his left hand.
The sword body was not broken, but the tip of the sword was raised high and bent in a huge arc.
Feng Qingbai’s double-fingered sword technique paused slightly.
Chen Pingan also put his fingers together and quickly touched the sword body, just enough to smooth the long sword.
Hold the sword in front of him, and then loosen his grip on the sword with five fingers.
Feng Qingbai was stunned when someone grabbed him by the back of his collar, pulled him back, and threw him ten feet away.
The tip of the sword was just a hair away from piercing Feng Qingbai's heart.
Chen Pingan moved his fingers slightly, and the flying sword flew back, lingering around his body like a bird clinging to a person.
I can control a sword as a swordsman.
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