Zhao Wufeng held the Wufeng Giant Sword with both hands and raised it above his head, the sword body suddenly turned red, and his two bearded arms were like red-hot iron rods. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Drink!" With a loud shout, Zhao Wufeng's left leg was bent, his right leg was straightened, and his whole body suddenly swirled, and the bladeless giant sword was thrown out by him.

Swordsmen practice swords, pay attention to the sword does not leave the body, people who have just entered the way of the sword, can be a few inches away from the sword with both hands, that is kung fu, but also the performance of kung fu, the heavenly sword above the nine products, there are inextricable links between themselves and the sword, such as Zhao Xingtu eighteen swords, the breath of the heart is also divided into eighteen wisps, it is not easy for ordinary people to be able to swords, such as Zhao Xingtu's appalling eighteen swords, that can only be attributed to the natural sword embryo, and the sword is naturally close. At this time, Zhao Wufeng threw the giant sword, which was completely out of the control of the Bladeless Xuantie Sword, which was contrary to common sense, but it was also extremely powerful.

A Xuantie sword that was not controlled by any means, like a wild horse that had escaped, although it was a late strike, it appeared before Zhao Xingtu and before Huang Chunfeng's sword.

With a loud bang, two swords of different sizes collided in the air, Huang Chunfeng's sword aura was huge, rolling up thousands of huge waves, and smashing in the direction of the Xuantie Sword, the six-foot-long Xuantie Sword was like a small silver needle, fighting against the invincible sword intent.

At this time, Zhao Xingtu also arrived, the goose yellow sword sword was like goose yellow, handsome and smart, wandering, constantly hitting Huang Chunfeng's sword, and the other severed head with a burst of evil qi, a horizontal stroke, almost invincible sword qi above the huge wave appeared a narrow gap.

Huang Chunfeng stepped lightly, his body swept from the merchant ship to the reeds, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, from the bottom up, gently lifting, without seeing how to move, a large piece of soil was lifted in the reeds, which contained a fierce and invincible sword qi overwhelmingly smashed towards Zhao Xingtu.

Zhao Xingtu stomped his feet heavily, pulled the eighteen swords with his breath, pulled the Wufeng Xuantie Sword with both hands, quickly retreated and swept away, appeared a hundred zhang away in an instant, and threw the giant sword to Zhao Wufeng, Zhao Wufeng shouted, jumped up, and smashed heavily into the soil that attacked Zhao Xingtu, the simplest ramming action, he had been practicing for ten years.

There was a loud bang, the sword qi in the reeds was flying, the dust was flying, Zhao Wufeng held the sword, and with the simplest sword gripping style, the tip of the sword went straight to Huang Chunfeng.

Zhao Xingtu held the two swords of "Splitting Waves" and "Chopping Waves", ready to go, the old sword immortal was so domineering, is this the unparalleled style of a generation of invincible grandmasters?

On the side of the sword, Huang Chunfeng was chic and freehand: "Two little heroes, good kung fu!"

Zhao Xingtu was stunned, he had long heard that Huang Chun was suave and uninhibited, but the rumors did not say that his sarcastic kung fu was also so first-class, and he and Zhao Wufeng joined forces, but they were only able to block a sword, and they were praised by the other party for their good kung fu, which was too ironic.

"Senior Huang bullies the small, it's a good kung fu!" Zhao Xingtu said, he couldn't fall on his lips, he scolded people in the Sword Sect and played tricks, except for Teacher Kong Xitang, who returned to the Sage Academy at the beginning of the year, he Zhao Xingtu was not afraid of anyone.

"Take that old word away and call it Senior Huang, otherwise others will think that you Nanliang Sword Sect is bullying the old man, but it's not that the old man is bullying the small. Huang Chunfeng said with a smile, and groaned: "The sword just now is the condensation of the old man's ten years of spirit, and the power is naturally huge, and it is normal for you to be able to catch it, don't be too mustard, resulting in an unstable sword heart." ”

Damn, invincible, invincible, superb swordsmanship, sharp mouth, and such a mind, this Huang Chunfeng liked girls a lot when he was young, and Zhao Xingtu began to admire Huang Chunfeng a little.

Zhao Wufeng didn't say much, and he didn't feel any emotion in his heart, the fall of his master was inextricably linked to Huang Chunfeng in front of him, and he would definitely ask for clarification when he asked the sword today.

"It's coming!" Zhao Wufeng reminded, the giant sword in his hand was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, dazzling red light, mixed with the blazing sword momentum, drawing a fiery red arc from top to bottom, slashing down heavily.

Huang Chunfeng smiled lightly, raised his sword slightly, and held it across his head.

One horizontal and one vertical, hard to hard, giant sword to short sword, between the two there was a sound of gold and stone colliding, Zhao Wufeng attacked with all his strength, Huang Chunfeng raised his sword and lightly connected.

The two of them were dressed like waves, and the sword qi in the reeds was vertical and horizontal, except for the place where the two of them stood, the surrounding land was pressed down by the sword qi by more than half an inch, revealing the black soil below.

Zhao Wufeng retreated with a sword, Zhao Xingtu followed, a sword stabbed out, and after the stabbing was lost, he changed the sword casually, and in the blink of an eye, eighteen swords had been handed out.

Huang Chunfeng smiled, and broke one sword after another.

The two stepped forward in turn, but Huang Chunfeng just stood in place, never moving, and lifted his weight lightly.

In the forest across the river, Fan Xiaokuai and Bing looked at the other side of the river with great energy, and in the end, Fan Xiaokuai simply closed his eyes and quietly listened to the sound of metal colliding on the other side, feeling the sword intent that was freely retracted: "C, there are fewer people, there should be nine swords, no, it's the wrong person, the pavilion master should let the deputy pavilion master come, so as to fight with this Huang Chunfeng." ”

The Sword Pavilion of Western Chu, Zhuge is the only one who is the Pavilion Master, but the strongest person in the Sword Pavilion is the Deputy Pavilion Master Su Mingchuan, who has long been at the peak of the Divine Heaven Realm, and there are already people in the Western Chu who have figured out whether the Deputy Pavilion Master Su has stepped into the Divine Heaven Realm, that kind of realm that has never existed. Outsiders don't know about it except himself.

Fan Xiaokuai opened his eyes: "The pavilion master asked you and me to drag the two masters on the ship, Huang Chunfeng has been dragged by the people of the Southern Liang Sword Sect, well, if that is also called dragging, then there should be another master on the merchant ship." ”

C frowned suddenly, the aura of the master above the ninth rank is like a mountain and the sea, even if it contains a hua, it should have some outflow, why can't you feel the breath of another master on the ship.

"Don't think about it, I'll try. Fan Xiaokuai jumped out of the forest like a spirit ape, he once thought that the pavilion master asked him to practice boxing, it should be to contain Hong Xiguan of the Zhenxi Army, today is a good opportunity, just to try our boxing skills.

Kicking off a dead old tree, the trunk fell into the river, Fan Xiaokuai landed on the trunk of the tree lightly, like an arrow off the string, breaking through the river, straight to the merchant ship in the center of the river.

The old urchin glanced at the man who was galloping on the river, smiled, jumped out of the boat, and fell into the water, but the man did not go deep into the water, but laughed and ran on the river as if he were walking on the ground.

The two met in the blink of an eye, and punched each other straight back, boom, the sound of explosions continued to sound, and clouds of water mist exploded around the two.

"It's amazing!" Fan Xiaokuai suppressed the churning in the sea of qi, his body continued to retreat, and he came directly to the riverbank, his legs drawing two kne-deep ravines in the black earth.

The old urchin laughed, and swept upside down to the shore with his hands and legs, and was even more agile than his feet.

"Is this okay?" Fan Xiaokuai smiled bitterly, mobilized the breath on his body, sank his waist and tied his horse, and his fist rose more than three zhang long, like an overwhelming hand, slapping heavily towards Liu Baitong, who was erratic.

"Well, someone has come to lure the old urchin away. Li Yuanhao pressed the handle of the knife, squinted and smiled: "If there is another powerful master at this time, won't my little life be left here?"