It seems that life is going to be exchanged for life (2)

Xiang Yufeng clenched his fist and burst into sharp lights in his eyes. Although making this decision may cause him to be injured again, he cannot fight than being dragged here tightly.

So I felt the murderous intention that Xiang Yufeng burst out in this moment

It turned out that Lu Xiang was smiling, and there was a heavy feeling on his face.

This kid is going to fight to the death

This is the first thought that rose from Lu Xiang's heart, and in fact, it is exactly the case.

“No one has ever made me bow my head, you really shouldn’t have offended me.’

Regarding Xiang Yufeng's words, Lu Xiang shrugged and was about to refute, Xiang Yufeng's attack had already arrived

Suddenly, almost at the same time; Lu Xiang rushed forward suddenly, and a pair of iron fists suddenly smashed the dust in the air, unstoppable

Xiang Yufeng also rushed forward quickly, and the two were like a train galloping from the opposite side, about to collide at the center point.

However, at the last moment when the two were about to come into contact, the figure flashed strangely, and Xiang Yufeng flashed and disappeared first. At the same time, Lu Xiang suddenly disappeared. The fighting field seemed to have become empty.

But in the center, there were constant sounds of punching and kicking; the dust on the ground flew up inexplicably, and the movement of punches and kicks and kicks sounded almost hundreds of times per second. However, neither of them showed their body images and rolled in the void, without any trace, but the strong wind was scattered when it blew here, and the dust fell and then shattered and floated upwards.

Gradually, a thick snow wall formed in the air. It was stimulated by the energy of the two people and could not fall down, and it actually formed a real object in the void.

Bang

With a loud bang, two white shadows appeared at the same time, and they still broke through the snow wall above their heads at almost the same degree. In the process, they still attacked wildly.

The landing point of each move is the opponent's fatality. Once any blow is hit, it will be at least a dismal end for the disabled.

Xiang Yufeng slapped out with a palm, and it was illusory. When the palm reached the middle, it suddenly turned into a claw and pounced hard on Lu Xiang's throat. Lu Xiang raised his right arm, which had already blocked his throat. He rushed out with a punch with his left hand and rushed straight to Yufeng's temple. Xiang Yufeng tilted his head, but he kicked three times silently under his feet, but the target was Lu Xiang's vital points. As long as there was any attack, Lu Xiang had to be dead. From this point, it can be seen that Xiang Yufeng was really forced to get angry. You must know that just now, his helplessness towards Lu Xiang was considered to be bowing his head, and he bowed his head. It is not surprising that this word was born on Xiang Yufeng, but it was rare to see in twenty years. However, Lu Xiang did not take the opportunity to give Xiang Yufeng the opportunity to the steps, and was still provoking Xiang Yufeng.

At this time, as the leader of the Blood Sect, Xiang Yufeng, the king of the southwest Iron Blood City, could still bear it. That would be a ghost

At the same time, Xiang Yufeng's first palm barely intersected with Lu Xiang's arm, and then there was a "bang", then three slap under him. The two of them stood firmly on the ground with a backward somersault at the same time.

It turned out that Xiang Yufeng's three legs just now happened to meet Lu Xiang's three legs, which was also silently attacking.

Lu Xiang praised in his heart that he had nearly twenty years of fighting experience and had to think hard for a long time after each battle, and improved many deadly combat skills. At this moment, he could not gain the upper hand at all.

The battle is far from over, and it is just the beginning. Lu Xiang did not expect that Xiang Yufeng, who was fighting desperately, would have such strength

Xiang Yufeng, the opposite side, had just stood still, and turned into a breeze when he shook his body; Lu Xiang shouted coldly, but did not unfold his body this time, but instead rotated rapidly like a gyro in place, his hands and feet were like Thousand-Handed Guanyin, protecting his whole body in the strange form of layers of open lotus swords, and fighting back with all his strength.

Around Lu Xiang's body, a small tornado suddenly emerged and turned, and a series of energy surged out of this tangible and unrealized tornado, and even used everything on its head and soles.

The tornado drove thick sand and suddenly flew up, becoming thicker and thicker. The sand was like sand and dust, dancing wildly in the sky.

Bang bang bang bang...

Continuous hits and continuous explosions

Finally, a muffled hum

The air column suddenly burst out and scattered, Xiang Yufeng appeared, while Lu Xiang staggered and retreated three steps, his chest and shirt thumped and a clear palm print fell down, and there were two trembling sounds behind him. The two palm prints took off their robe like leaves, Lu Xiang snorted coldly, inhaled, and suddenly shouted: "You can take my move too." His body rose and flashed and disappeared in the air.

This time, Xiang Yu Peak's main guard Xiang Yu Peak was like Lu Xiang just now. He did not use his strange body technique to disappear, but instead moved around in a small area. His two feet swung and swung to change their own position. His body suddenly rose and suddenly fell down and rushed ten feet when he flew down. When he fell, he was as small as a dwarf. The continuous sound of hitting and collision sound was like the wind blowing lotus leaves, and the rain hit the banana leaves continuously and densely, endlessly.

Finally, Xiang Yufeng said "hey", and his feet were like he was stepping on a slide, sliding straight out of seven feet of space. At the same time, Lu Xiang's figure also appeared on the spot; his eyes were like a falcon flashed with a hint of loss.

Two subtle and inauspicious sounds moved, and a rag in the shape of a palm print on the left shoulder of Xiang Yufeng floated down, and two thin pieces of cloth floated down on his calf...

Lu Xiang's two most powerful palms forced Xiang Yufeng to rush ten feet helplessly. Because of this, the two palms that were supposed to hit the back of the heart hit the calf...

"Power"

When Lu Xiang stretched out his hand, the long sword suddenly appeared in his hand with a dreamy light. The blade flipped and rolled slightly, and the dust reflected in the sky became a beautiful scene in his dream.

"The winner will be born in one battle, and the loser will die." Lu Xiang said in a stern manner, with a gleam in his eyes.

Xiang Yufeng only felt a sudden momentum coming to his face. What a sharp breath, it was really far away and unparalleled.

Lu Xiang took a step, and the ground was trembling. Lu Xiang's upper body did not move, his lower body did not move, his eyes were calm, but his aura was rising, sweeping over the conflict like storms and waves, rushing forward; finally Lu Xiang's aura reached a peak height

Is this his full strength? Looking at Lu Xiang, Xiang Yufeng's combat power surged. He also knew what he was going to face in the next moment.

Although Lu Xiang was holding a sword in his hand at this moment, he was like a sword and the sharpest and most irresistible divine streak.

Xiang Yufeng looked at the strongest Lu Xiang, who was like a storm in front of him without blinking. His right hand stretched out flat, and a red light appeared in his hand.

A sword made of red dragon battle energy

Feeling the stimulation of Lu Xiang's sublimation to the extreme, just as he arrived in Xiang Yufeng's hand, he suddenly "clang" and swept out of thin air, stopping in mid-air, the red sword light flowed, and a sharp-shaped slight burst out, automatically facing Lu Xiang's unpredictable slight

The master has the same power. Xiang Yufeng is arrogant and unyielding, and has always put himself above the world and looks at the world with a squint eyes. This red sword naturally inherited this point. Although he has only a little bit of spirituality at the moment, he is unwilling tolerate the power of others in front of him, so he jumps on his own to provoke.

But Lu Xiang was as if he had not seen this strange phenomenon and looked at him with a stern look: "Xiang Yufeng, I underestimate you."

Lu Xiang roared, suddenly jumped up, flashed in the air, and the long sword came out in one go straight and flew towards Xiangyu Peak like a sharp blade, as he was hit by heavy rain, because every move was full of force, every moment, like a blade, even every muscle, every head, was invincible.

Lu Xiang's life is certainly difficult to last forever, but in terms of his own strength, he is no longer there. If the sharpness of the lethality is just the same, he must even be above.

After all, every part of his body is equivalent to the sharpest advantage. If you really touch it, you can kill someone and fight him alone, which is like siege with dozens of powerful masters.

Although Lu Xiang's state is just a sword that appears, and it will never last long. At this moment, the lethality is extremely terrifying, even if he takes action himself, he cannot fight with him. He can only fight and exhaust his vitality

Lu Xiang's combat power is no less than that of anyone in the world. It can be said that the most glorious moment of his life. The real heroes in the world have not dared to be. Unfortunately, his opponent is Xiang Yufeng, an opponent who happened to deal with, and a natural nemesis.

Xiang Yufeng laughed, without any fear, his figure was floating, he flew away from height, Lu Xiang's eyes were red, and he swears to kill Xiang Yufeng, and he naturally flew to chase him

"Xiang Yufeng, I will tell you the difference between me and you"

"If this is true, you will definitely lose." Xiang Yufeng smiled gloomyly, his palm stretched out flat, and a clanging sound, crisp, clear, loud and loud, and unparalleled breath that rushed straight into the sky also suddenly appeared in Xiang Yufeng's hand, a fist of the snow was quietly held in his hand.

The sword is bright, and the light flows, faintly reflecting a faint blood color, breathing breathing, flashing and dying; an inexplicable surging momentum, majestic and glorious, suddenly dispersed the target of not Lu Xiang, but the sword in Lu Xiang's hand

Just as Lu Xiang was unsheathed, he suddenly felt that he had always been dependent on him for a lifetime, and the long sword in his hand almost broke out.

Lu Xiang was shocked and almost thought that the sword was no longer in his hand, but the clear touch in his palm clearly told him that the sword was still in his hand.

This...what is going on?

The long sword in his hand is undoubtedly his most loyal, and his most reliable partner is also his signature. Lu Xiang has always cherished it as if he is in his hand. Every time he holds it in his hand, he has a subtle feeling of blood connection. It seems that he is like this person, and whenever he wants to kill someone, he will feel that this momentum seems to be crazy longing for blood. At that time, leisurely, a resonance that seems to belong to the soul in the dark will arise.

It is true that people are in power, and people are in power. People are in power, and they are inseparable.

But at this moment, the wonderful feeling disappeared without a trace

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