Cui Buqu’s heart was as hard as iron. Feng Xiao sighed softly, looked helpless, and walked towards Buddha.

His pace was very slow, so slow that it could almost be called hesitation.

But Fo Er did not urge him, but waited patiently for him to walk ten feet in front of him.

"Master Feng Mansion, are you injured?" Fo Er asked with concern.

"No." Feng Xiao's calmness, in Fo Er's opinion, was completely pretending to be calm.

Fo Er smiled slightly: "If the main force of Feng Mansion is not good, I can give you three moves."

Feng Xiao: "Okay!"

Buddha Ear:...

He didn't expect Feng Xiao to agree so neatly. He glared for a moment, and the other party replied with a pure and innocent expression.

The powerful Jie Jian Mansion Master, a master of the grand master, shouldn’t he be young and energetic, and be arrogant?

But Feng Xiao not only did not refuse arrogantly, but accepted it happily, and did not even struggle on his face.

Fo Er regrets a little.

He had already said that, and he couldn't take it back, so he had to reach out and lead it.

"Please, please."

Feng Xiao was not polite, and he rose up from the ground. He was like a mysterious crane flapping its wings and scurrying the geese slid towards the Buddha's ears with thunder, but silently.

Buddha'er's heart was trembling and subconsciously wanted to fight back. Suddenly he remembered the words "let the three moves", so he had to turn off attack to defend and dodge to the side.

But Fengxiao followed him like a shadow, sticking to him tightly. Wherever the Buddha's ear flashed, Fengxiao followed him. Not only did he follow, the palm wind that had deep internal strength also came with the wind.

Forcing what he said in public, Fo Er had to resist the move and avoided it twice in a row, but he soon discovered that Feng Xiao actually didn't need his move at all.

Just now, he had just made two moves, but Fo Er felt like he was old all the time. He thought that he was not here for the sake of a competition today, and the bystanders might not be able to see how many moves he made. Thinking of this, he turned directly into an attack and slapped Feng Xiao's right shoulder with a palm!

Feng Xiao avoided the opponent's attack with a light and raised his body one foot lightly to block the opponent's attack.

"I promised to let me do three moves, but why can't I help it after just two moves?" He laughed.

"Master Feng's Mansion is probably remembering it wrong!" Fo Er sneered, and the offensive did not diminish at all.

His martial arts were originally a strong and heroic school, but at this time he was a bit strange and erratic, wandering around Fengxiao, waiting for an opportunity to find the opponent's weakness and then give a fatal blow. However, Fengxiao's body was also very fast, moving left and right, and his clothes flew, just not allowing Buddha ears to take advantage of.

When a master of their level is not going to take action, he will definitely not be like today. If you hide and hide, Feng Xiao’s tricks are also ungraceful to others and dare not confront the opponent in a dignified manner. In Foer’s view, this is evidence that he is injured and dare not confront him head-on.

Hiding requires effort, and the strength is always exhausted, so Buddha is not in a hurry.

The second prince was very anxious.

The ugly thing that appeared last night made him hate Feng Xiao and others to the core. If it were the Han people on the grassland, the second prince would have cut off their heads and fed them to the wolf, but he could not beat Qiao Xian, let alone attack Feng Xiao. Due to their identity, he could not express his feelings to them for the time being, and he would have been frustrated.

Just now, Fo Er and Feng Xiao competed for archery to tie, which did not satisfy the Second Prince. He hoped that Fo Er could slap Feng Xiao to death with one palm. In this way, the two of the envoys of the Sui Dynasty were gone, and one sick ghost and a woman were not worth worrying about. Not to mention that the surrounding countries had lost their impression of the Sui Dynasty, even Abo Khan would definitely tend to Sha Boluo Khan on the spot and would no longer consider the issue of alliance with the Sui Dynasty. The woman Jinlian would not dare to jump around again. After these people lost power, they would definitely follow the wishes of the Second Prince.

He stared at the unpredictable figures of the two people in the field, and his eyes were almost bursting with fire, wishing that his mind would turn into a raging flame and burn the hateful people in the Central Plains to death.

After the third palm fell, Buddha's ear frowned slightly.

In the past few dozen moves, Feng Xiao has been dodging mostly, and rarely fights back, but is not biased. He can always dodge or block every move that Fo Er takes.

Why not take action?

The more he did this, the more Fo Er wanted to force him to take action. His palm wind was like a mountain and thundered, and his momentum was amazing. He broke through Fengxiao's true energy head-on, making him unable to hide and had to deal with it head-on.

Bang!

The two of them met with flesh and palms, and the two true energy collided, like two mountains being forced to strike each other by the arched ground. In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the jade was broken and the hills fell. The Buddha's ears felt a slight tingling pain coming from the palm, and suddenly realized something.

All his inferences are based on Feng Xiao’s injury. What if Feng Xiao was not injured?

He had fought with Feng Xiao twice, and naturally knew that he was slightly inferior, but Fo Er subconsciously refused to admit this. He was the best master of the Turks, and even if he looked at the Central Plains, few people could match him. If Feng Xiao was injured, the two would not be slightly inferior, but were evenly matched.

The weirdness of last night and the unnaturalness of Feng Xiao when holding the bow today are not like making a fake. Fo Er is completely sure to take him down like this.

After the two of them had a palm, they separated and then fell lightly from the air.

The Buddha's ears drooped slightly, something slipped out of his sleeve, and a small and exquisite vajra was added to his hand.

The reason why it is said to be small and exquisite is that it is only the length of fingers. When the Buddha's ears and wrists are slightly shaken, the vajra will automatically become longer. In the end, it is about half the length of the arm. It is held in the hands by the Buddha's ears, like a golden light, swinging towards Fengxiao!

There are many strange weapons in the world. Most people like to use swords, but there are exceptions. Feng Xiao likes to use pianos. The sound of the piano can hurt people, and the body of the piano can also hit people. However, he doesn't have a piano in his hand now. Not only does he have a piano, he doesn't even have a handy weapon.

Facing the vajra that fell towards him like a meteor, he had only two choices, to avoid his edge, or to face the enemy head-on.

Fo Er predicted that his opponent would definitely avoid it, so he blocked all Feng Xiao's paths almost in advance, making it almost impossible for the other party to avoid it, so he could only choose to try his best.

Feng Xiao raised his true energy and slightly raised it, as if he wanted to pick up the vajra with his bare hands.

But it's useless.

Buddha sneer silently, because his killing move was not in the vajra, but in the—

On his other hand!

As Feng Xiao took the vajra with one hand, the palm wind of Buddha's ear also reached the key point on the other party's chest.

This palm infused him ten thousand of his skills. Even if Feng Xiao was not injured, he would be unable to concentrate on his full strength and take on his move, not to mention that Feng Xiao must be injured.

"Why are you so sure I'm injured?"

The sound as light as a feather floated to Buddha's ears.

The next moment, Buddha found that his vajra had fallen into vajra. The palm slapped him as if he was slapped on cotton, and he was absorbed.

"I've been waiting for you to take action with all your strength." Feng Xiao said again, "Your patience is indeed much better than when you were in Liugong City. But--"

When the Buddha's ear was lost, he realized something was wrong and hurriedly pulled back, but it was too late.

Because Feng Xiao landed beside him at a speed several times faster than just dodging, he slapped his shoulder blade with one hand and stabbed his sword into the vest of Buddha's ear with the other hand.

The master fought, and he could not let the gods flash for a moment. The Buddha's ear spit out a mouthful of blood, but he did not hesitate at all, and then he rushed forward, trying to get rid of the sword that Feng Xiao inserted into his must-acupuncture point on his back.

His response was very fast, but Feng Xiao seemed to foresee his plan, turning his wrists at a faster speed, and then stabbed the sword deeper. His other hand loosened the shoulders of Buddha's ears, but pointed several large acupoints on the back of his neck and head.

Fo Er opened his eyes wide, barely breathed a sigh of relief, twisted his body and grabbed Feng Xiao, as if he wanted to pull him to die together, but Feng Xiao succeeded with one move, but he stopped loving the tide and directly avoided it. In a blink of an eye, he fell to his side and directly printed on Fo Er's heart with a palm.

Another mouthful of blood was spit out!

Fo'er finally lost all the strength to resist and his body fell down.

But his eyes were still wide open, staring at Fengxiao tightly, and his resentment remained undissipated.

Feng Xiao moved his arm and found that the price he paid when he took the other party's vajra just now was quite high. Not only was his arm broken, but it seemed that he also involved his muscles and bones and suffered some internal injuries.

But this injury is simply too cost-effective than a life of Fo Er.

"You are right, I was injured." He squatted down and looked at the Buddha's ear canal, which still had the last breath. "But you may not know that there is a mental method called sealing meridians, which can temporarily seal the injured meridians and improve their skills. Although there will be some future problems, it can take down your life, which I think is worth it."

"And," Feng Xiao picked up the vajra at his feet and looked at it, and threw it back, just like throwing garbage. "Do you think you are the only one hiding weapons? You are not the only one in the world. When you go to the underworld, tell the King of Hell, don't meet me in the next life, oh I forgot, you don't have the King of Hell, so you can be your lonely ghost, the number one master of the Turks."

In the last few words, I did not forget to emphasize them in an emphasis.

Buddha opened his ears, as if he wanted to say something, blood rushed out of his mouth, and he could not say anything, his body finally stiffened and finally got angry to death by Feng Xiao.

There was silence around.

The best master of the Turks ended his life with such a way of death, which shocked everyone to speak.

Before a stick of incense, almost everyone thought that the person who made a fool of himself or even died would be Feng Xiao.

The second prince even maintained the posture of holding grapes, stunned, his hands stopped in the air and remained motionless, like a sculpture.

But at this moment, Feng Xiao turned his head and smiled at him.

Fo Er's deputy envoy shouted loudly and rushed out to Fengxiao.

The next moment, blood splattered three feet high, accompanied by the body of the deputy envoy, and finally landed on the grass together.

Two envoys sent by Shaboluo Khan, one of whom was close to the master level, were killed like this?

The second prince shook his hand and looked at the Buddha's ears dying with his eyes open. For the first time, he had the urge to hide behind Apo Khan.

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