The two of them fought each other's palms, and a loud noise broke out, and the air waves rolled, rippling in circles. 1357924?6810ggggggggggd

Liu Chengfeng was injured and vomited blood and flew upside down, Geng Qiubai was also repulsed, just when the front strength was exhausted and the stamina was not born, he suddenly heard a continuous roar, and the crown of the tree under his feet actually shot out more than a dozen rattans, like snakes, entangled him.

The rattan tightened the whole body, the strength was incomparable, the bones were rattling, Geng Qiubai was shocked, it was just some plant rattan, how could he take the initiative to entangle people?

This must be Liu Chengfeng's demonic skills, his thoughts flashed, and he instantly understood that just a few rattans wanted to restrain him, and he also thought that the innate master was too simple.

Geng Qiubai shouted violently, the innate internal force was agitated, his arms shook, and the rattan on his body suddenly broke inch by inch and burst into powder!

Just as he was screaming and shattering the rattan, another object shot out from under the canopy, slashing his right foot.

Geng Qiu's white mang's soul was furious, and he recognized that thing was suddenly a small sword, the small sword was crystal clear, only a long section, it was Liu Chengfeng's flying sword that was kicked away by him, how could it be here?

There was a flesh-like pain in the soles of his feet, and he didn't have much room to think about it, so he hurriedly drew his leg to dodge, but the flying sword was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it followed closely to cut off his right leg.

The sackcloth trouser legs were shattered into pieces of rags, and flesh and blood splashed out, Geng Qiubai couldn't get rid of it immediately, and he kicked his legs vigorously, but the flying sword was as agile as an elf, and he couldn't kick it, and he couldn't shake it off, although it was not to be cut off the leg bones, but the flesh and blood on the legs were constantly being cut off, and the pain was in the heart.

"Ah, my legs!" Geng Qiubai screamed, the muscles on his face were extremely twisted, hideous and terrifying, he staggered backwards, and almost fell down.

In a moment, one of his right legs was cut from the sole of his foot to his thigh, and all the flesh was cut off, leaving only a bloody skeleton with bits of minced flesh hanging on it, and the scene was terrifying, bloody and terrifying.

Without the meridians of one leg, Geng Qiubai's innate internal force did not work smoothly, and he could no longer reach the same extreme speed as before.

He went crazy, screamed, and reached out with both hands to grab the flying sword, but he caught it, but the sharp blade cut through his palms, and blood flowed.

Geng Qiubai didn't care about it, gathered the innate internal force of his whole body, and wanted to break the flying sword!

Liu Chengfeng's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he was sweating in the cold wind, standing on the crown of the tree and crumbling, he knew that the sea divine sense had poured out, and he was making a flying sword with all his might, and he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill the sword saint!

Geng Qiubai roared angrily, trying his best to break the flying sword, but the flying sword was made of unknown materials, it was extremely flexible, and it had not broken under the extreme bending.

And it was like a living being, beating in a fierce struggle, and the sharp blade cut deep into the palm of his hand.

In the end, Geng Qiubai still failed to break the flying sword, and in the blood splashing, a pair of palms were broken from the palms, leaving only two thumbs and only a skeleton on one leg.

He was covered in blood, his white hair was flying messily, and his old and thin body was trembling, and he looked extremely miserable.

Liu Chengfeng's expression was cold, and the imperial envoy's flying sword gave Geng Qiubai a fatal blow.

The flying sword flashed and shot at his throat!

But although Geng Qiubai looked miserable on the outside, his innate internal strength was still there, and he was not much damaged, he slammed out with his broken palm and smashed it on the flying sword.

Liu Chengfeng, who was not far away, turned pale, and the divine consciousness attached to the sword body was dispersed by Geng Qiubai's innate internal force, and the flying sword flew out upside down.

Although his divine sense is strong, it is a pity that he has not learned the secret techniques related to divine consciousness, and he has not been able to make good use of it, otherwise the divine consciousness attached to the flying sword would not have been dispersed so easily.

On the canopy of a tree hundreds of meters high from the ground, in the cold wind, Geng Qiubai looked up to the sky and howled, like a wounded wolf, the sound waves swept away, and the ripples rippled in circles.

The snow fell from the canopy, and the branches and vines around him burst with a whistling sound.

……

According to this, everyone in the Shushan Sword Sect, who was hundreds of meters away, had already been stunned, and they never expected this to be the result.

Seeing the tragic situation of the ancestor, many people knelt on the snow, including many prefecture-level masters, they grieved, wailed, and burst into tears!

Some people were in a daze, refusing to believe what they saw in front of them, muttering to themselves: "How can this be, impossible, it must be wrong......"

The ancestor is the backbone of the Shushan Sword Sect, and it is their spiritual belief, but now he has suffered a heavy blow, and he is screaming there, they feel the same and their hearts are unbearable.

Yan Zhengqing's face was pale, his fists were clenched, and he smashed the satellite phone in his hand with a force, his heart was as cold as snow, and under the carelessness of the ancestor, he actually fell into the strange demon magic of the demon, and was entangled in his body by those rattans, and then was injured by the flying sword one after another, and the next consequences can be imagined.

"What are you crying about, the ancestor hasn't lost yet, we have to believe in the ancestor, he won't lose, he is a sword saint, he is a unique innate master!" he angrily scolded everyone, cheered up the disciples of the sect, and also gave himself confidence.

On the other hand, on the side of the Divine Sect, everyone was jubilant, at first they saw the sect leader vomiting blood and flying upside down, their hearts were so nervous that they almost stopped beating, but then what happened in just a few moments made them excited, one of the Sword Saint's legs was actually abolished, and then a pair of palms were also abolished, looking miserable!

He is truly their Holy Master.

"Okay, great, the Sword Saint is crippled, and the Sect Master will win!" Leng Feishuang was excited, her eyebrows fluttering, and she forgot that she should maintain a majestic demeanor as a saint.

"Well, the sect leader has a big chance of winning now, but you still have to be careful. Leng Qingqiu said, and he was also happy.

It's really not as happy as others, he has a calm face, there are hidden worries in his heart, he can see it very clearly, the sword saint is crippled, but the sect leader is also not lightly injured, and it is really difficult to say who wins and who loses until the end.

……

Seeing Geng Qiubai screaming there, Liu Chengfeng secretly sighed that it was a pity that his plan was only half successful.

In the fierce chase and battle, Liu Chengfeng had already sensed that the flying sword that was kicked away was inserted into the branches of this thousand-year-old banyan tree, and it happened that the ancient banyan tree was overgrown with vines and could perform the winding technique, which he had never used in front of people, and it was expected that he would definitely be able to catch the opponent off guard.

He didn't summon the flying sword immediately, but fought with Geng Qiubai, and finally lured him here, the winding technique combined with the flying sword sneak attack really worked, so that Geng Qiubai planted a big heel fight, and one leg and two palms were abolished.

It's a shame that such a good opportunity didn't kill him.

The flying sword was smashed by Geng Qiubai's severed palm, and the divine consciousness attached to the sword body was dispersed, Liu Chengfeng did not hesitate, and the divine consciousness immediately attached the flying sword again, controlling it to kill Geng Qiubai again.

Now, there is no way back, either you die or I live.

The whistling sound is terrifying, the ripple-like sound waves contain the innate internal force of Geng Qiu's white furnace, the flying sword is like a quagmire, the speed slows down suddenly, and it can't make a contribution!

Geng Qiubai screamed non-stop, he stared at Liu Chengfeng, his eyes were full of light, and his whole body was full of murderous energy! If he didn't tear this piece into pieces, it would be difficult to vent the hatred in his heart.