The light of the sword flashed, and the sharp sword energy suddenly burst out. Huang Yunpeng swung his sword and rushed forward. At the same time, Su Jing slashed out in a diagonal direction, his palms changing in reality and reality, overlapping and creating numerous palm shadows.

"Wrong again!" Yun Zhonghou pointed at Huang Tianpeng and reprimanded him unceremoniously: "Your move is called 'Flying Tiger Three Continuous Slashes'. Each slash will change accordingly according to the enemy's transformation.

Therefore, when you attack, you should not use all your strength. You should be ruthless but not stiff, brave but not clumsy. Do you understand? Only by hiding the changes in the backhand and making the enemy unpredictable will he feel scruples!"

Huang Yunpeng lowered his head and said: "Senior, I am too stupid. Although I understand how to do it, I can't control the strength when I actually use the sword."

Yunzhong Hou said: "If your attack has no power, we will all die, do you understand?"

Huang Yunpeng felt ashamed and annoyed at the same time, wishing he could get in through the cracks in an orderly manner.

Marquis Yun Zhong said in a deep voice: "Okay! For now, think of me as a heinous demon and attack me with all your strength!"

"Yes!" Huang Yunpeng clenched the handle of the knife and united his mind. However, he felt that every vibration of the blade was clearly reflected in his mind. For the first time, he had the strange feeling that the knife is me, and I am the knife. At the moment, Qi Lun Dantian,

He exerted all his strength on his waist, kicked off the ground with both feet, and raised his knife to strike hard.

Yun Zhonghou said disdainfully: "Too slow!" He raised his hand and pointed, and there was a soft ding sound, and the steel knife swung away. Huang Tianpeng immediately lowered his wrist and dragged the knife, changing his moves to sweep across. Unexpectedly, his eyes flashed, followed by severe pain in his chest.

He was knocked to the ground mercilessly by a palm.

"Come again!"

Huang Yunpeng jumped up despite the pain and roared: "Kill!" He even rushed at him with a knife and risked his life.

There was a flash of light from the sword and a snap, and Huang Yunpeng fell back at a faster speed. After landing, he staggered and sat down, gasping uncontrollably.

Yunzhonghou shook his head and said: "Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

Huang Yunpeng bit the tip of his tongue hard, put his knife on the ground, stood up straight and stared at Yun Zhonghou like a wounded beast, and whispered: "I can still fight!"

Yun Zhonghou said coldly: "Then what are you waiting for?!"

Huang Yunpeng let out a hoarse roar, the blade danced, and layers of light curtains surged up, rushing past like a rolling silver ball.

When the wind of the sword hit his face, Yun Zhonghou remained calm and struck Huang Yunpeng's chest with just one palm. But the moment Huang Yunpeng hit the palm, the steel sword suddenly flew out of his hand and pierced the opponent's chest!

Yun Zhonghou finally changed his color slightly. At the critical moment, his upper body suddenly leaned back and was almost flat on the ground, avoiding the flying knife by just a hair.

Poof, Huang Yunpeng fell down again, and a line of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Yun Zhonghou nodded secretly and said, "Do you remember how you felt when you drew the sword just now?"

Huang Yunpeng murmured: "I am invincible, I will sacrifice my life!"

Yun Zhonghou said: "That's right! The sword is used to attack, seize life and death, and advance without retreating. The emphasis is on the fierceness and bravery, vowing to kill the enemy's head! You must have the determination to separate life and death with one sword in order to fully display it.

Only with the power of swordsmanship can you enter the door to the way of swordsmanship."

As if enlightened, Huang Yunpeng stood up and worshiped three times sincerely.

Yun Zhonghou snorted and shouted: "Get up! Practice together with others, don't forget the formation position!"

While Huang Yunpeng and others were preparing intensively for the battle, Fu Jingtao and Ye Huayu were hiding behind a pile of rocks, quietly gnawing on the wild fruits of Polygonatum japonica while looking around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew by, and a strong and vigorous leopard jumped down from the tree branch, crouched on the top of the boulder on the side, and looked over with a pair of green eyes.

The two of them couldn't help but sigh that they were unlucky. They accidentally broke into the male leopard's territory. They immediately drew their weapons and pointed at the beast that was about to move. They let out a low roar full of threats. At this time, it was better to do less than to do more, which could kill the leopard.

It's best to scare away.

That leopard was ferocious and unscrupulous, so how could he retreat easily? It jumped lightly and landed on another boulder, its eyes greedy and ruthless, looking for a flaw that would kill it with one strike.

Ye Huayu whispered: "This leopard is too flexible. Before it launches an attack, shoot it with a crossbow first!"

Fu Jingtao woke up from a dream and hurriedly took out his hand crossbow, strung it and fired an arrow. The leopard had never seen a crossbow before, baring its teeth and cracking its mouth, ready to pounce. There was only a whooshing sound, cold light and lightning, and a crossbow arrow penetrated deeply.

Its skin and flesh.

The leopard was suddenly injured, all the hair on its back exploded, and with a flick of its limbs, it roared and pounced.

The fishy wind was blowing loudly, and the two young men moved left and right in unison, and the leopard hit the rock with its head and collapsed to the ground in a daze. Ye Huayu took the opportunity to stab the leopard with his backhand sword, piercing the leopard's throat.

Fu Jingtao breathed a sigh of relief and urged: "Go quickly, otherwise things will change!" Although this unexpected conflict was brief, it caused quite a stir.

The two of them ran away, and suddenly they heard the crack of a bowstring from behind, as if a thunderbolt had exploded on a sunny day, and they fell down and rolled in unison.

With two snatching sounds, two powerful feather arrows plunged into the ground and narrowly missed them. Before the two young men could get up, they saw Ma Xiong and Hu Dugu standing on the treetops, charging at them fiercely like night owls.

Fu Jingtao turned over and knelt down, pointed his crossbow at the enemy, and shouted: "Fourth brother, you go first!"

Ye Huayu said loudly: "No, if you want to leave, let's go together!"

Fu Jingtao looked at the fierce and unfamiliar man approaching, sighed secretly, hooked his fingers lightly, and fired the crossbow arrow.

Ding, Ma Xiong casually pushed away the crossbow arrows and said with a sinister smile: "It turns out they are two little babies with half-length hair!" The two hooks vibrated when they met, and the white light was dazzling, and they cut straight.

Fu Jingtao took out the scriptures from his arms and shouted: "Wait a minute! The Buddhist scriptures are here, don't force me to destroy them!"

"Eh!" Ma Xiong and Hu Dugu were shocked. They subconsciously closed their hands and stared. It was really a surprise and an unexpected surprise. They originally just wanted to kill people to take credit, but who knew that these two young men actually possessed ancient Tianzhu scriptures!

In order to belong to this volume of Buddhist scriptures, heroes from all over the world gathered together, and the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and blood flowed into rivers. Countless strong men died and their souls disappeared. It is still scary to think of it. They paid such a heavy price, but in the end they were still beaten by Yun Zhong.

When Hou fled away with the scriptures, Xiao Chilang was furious and killed many people to vent his anger.

Hu Dugu ate and said: "This, is this really the Ancient Tianzhu Sutra? Am I dreaming?"

Ma Xiong had never seen the Ancient Tianzhu Sutra with his own eyes, and could not tell whether what Fu Jingtao was holding was genuine or not. He wanted to believe whether it was true or not, so he said sternly: "You bastard, throw the book over right away! Otherwise,

Grandpa told you that you can’t live or die!”

Fu Jingtao said: "What if I hand over the ancient scriptures and you turn your back and deny it? According to the rules of the world, you should first make a poisonous oath and swear not to harm our two brothers."

"Are you swearing poison?" Ma Xiong was overjoyed and laughed: "Swearing is like farting, how can it be fulfilled? The idea of ​​having a god with your head raised and three feet high is all nonsense to deceive children! Put down the ancient scriptures and get out, Mr. Ma, I will spare you.

do not kill!"

Fu Jingtao and Ye Huayu looked at each other, and Ye Huayu suddenly said: "You promised to let us go, but what about your companions? If he launched a sneak attack, wouldn't our deaths have been in vain?"

Ma Xiong's laughter subsided, and the ferocious light in his eyes sharpened, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Boy, aren't you stupid? It's a pity that smart people don't live long. The only blame is that you colluded with Yunzhong Hou and tried to escape to Tubo. I won't cut off your heads.

, how can we communicate with the little prince?"

Fu Jingtao secretly scolded the other party for being despicable and shameless, and said, "Are our lives more valuable than ancient scriptures?"

Ma Xiong said: "You brat, the Ancient Book of India is hard to damage with swords and is not afraid of water or fire. How can you tear it up so easily?"

Fu Jingtao said in a trembling voice: "Really?" He let go of his fingers and the Buddhist scriptures fell to the ground with a clatter.

Ma Xiong sneered: "Coward!" He took two steps and bent down to pick up the Buddhist scriptures.

When he could barely touch the scroll with his fingertips, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing down him. From the corner of his eye, he saw the young man opposite him charging at him with a short knife. He couldn't help but feel angry and funny. He waved his backhand and slashed the silver hook of his gauntlet upwards, intending to kill his opponent.

Disembowelled.

It was later than that, but it was faster than that, but when the sharp edges met, there was a soft "click" sound, and the silver hook of the gauntlet broke.

Ma Xiong was caught off guard and screamed strangely, hiding his head and shrinking his neck. He narrowly avoided the vital part, but felt a cold on his shoulder. A wound of more than half a foot long was opened, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

At the same time, Ye Huayu rushed up to him and struck his eyes with his long sword. Ma Xiong was so painful that he almost fainted. As he retreated, he shouted: "Hu Dugu..." Suddenly, his heart felt cold, and his screams stopped abruptly.

The dagger thrown by Fu Jingtao pierced his chest, and he fell on his back while retreating. He died with his eyes open.

These few moves were like lightning. Fu Jingtao and Ye Huayu seized on Ma Xiong's weakness of arrogance and neglect, used ancient scriptures as bait, relied on the power of the sword, made dangerous moves, and jointly killed the powerful enemy. After the two succeeded, they had no time to celebrate.

, leaning closely together side by side, looking at Hudugu intently, ready to welcome the crazy revenge that will follow.

Hu Dugu lowered his eyes and looked at the corpse of his companion with a strange expression. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He suddenly laughed and said: "Okay, a good death!" After laughing, he raised his eyes and said: "I didn't expect that besides carrying ancient scriptures, you would also

It even comes with a sword that can cut iron like clay, so I made a lot of money this time."

Ye Huayu's mind flashed with lightning, and he lost his voice: "You just sat there and ignored me on purpose!" With Hu Dugu's martial arts skills, how could Ma Xiong die so easily if rescued in time?

Hu Dugu said: "As soon as Ma Xiong dies, I can take the lead alone. What's wrong? You Han people have a saying that goes well, if a man doesn't care for himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth! What's more, his death in your hands has nothing to do with me.

Of course, to make the whole thing look perfect, you must die! As long as you stop struggling in vain and stick out your neck obediently, I promise to give you a happy life."

Fu Jingtao spat and said: "You ugly ghost, stop daydreaming about the blue sky! I would rather die than surrender! I will never bow my head!" Ye Huayu raised his sword and said proudly: "You want to kill me.

, come on horseback!"

Hu Dugu sneered and said: "Young little baby, you don't know how high the sky is!" After saying that, he jumped up and swung the eagle claw of his right hand towards Ye Huayu's shoulder.

Ye Huayu's eyesight blurred, and he couldn't see the exact landing point of the enemy's eagle claws. He suddenly stabbed his sword into the chest, adopting a strategy of killing both jade and stone.

Fu Jingtao roared angrily, his fists were like hammers, and he attacked from the side.

Unexpectedly, Hu Dugu used the strategy of attacking from the east to the west. Without waiting for the move to be old, he turned sideways to let the sword come over, turned his claws into palms, and hit Fu Jingtao's fists with a snap. Although he only used three successes, he hit him with one blow.

Next, Fu Jingtao vomited blood and fell back, falling to the ground.

"Third brother!" Ye Huayu yelled angrily, twisting his waist and stabbing three times with the sword, with the force of the sword as fast as the violent wind and rain.

Hu Dugu swung his sword without thinking, and with a clang, the sword flew up from his hand and stuck upside down on a branch.

Hu Dugu spat disdainfully and said coldly: "You two idiots, how dare you resist?! Let's see how I deal with you later!" Before he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly howled, and a bit of cold light shot out from above.

Come.

Hu Dugu suddenly felt a murderous aura coming over him, and he hurriedly kicked off the ground and jumped up. However, the opponent had anticipated his move, and two more arrows were fired at high speed, following him like a shadow, never leaving his fatal wound.

"Serial Arrow Technique!" Hu Dugu was so frightened and furious that he quickly made the "Thousand Jin Drop" fall to the ground.

He heard the bowstring ringing again, and three more sharp arrows were shot, blocking his dodge angle.

Ding ding! Poof! The sword flashed and blood spurted out.

"Fuck, that bastard stabbed someone in the back!" Hu Dugu, with his hair and beard spread out, shouted at a high place, with a black-feathered iron arrow stuck in his left shoulder.

"Seeking death!" I saw a figure flash among the dense branches and leaves, and a rough and dark man suddenly appeared and pounced down from the air. His eyes were cold and he had a long bow on his back. He punched the person on the head in the air, and the wind of the fist was furious.
Chapter completed!