In the Tishan Soldier's Mansion, Xiao Feng's sudden vomiting of blood frightened Huang Yingying, it was fine before, and it suddenly became like this without any signs, which was indeed something Huang Yingying did not expect. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Huang Yingying's opinion, then Lu Qianxing's sword didn't come into contact with Xiao Feng at all, so how could it hurt him?

Xiao Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head and stared at Lu Qianxing, the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of arc, and his smile became even more evil.

Although he was injured by Lu Qianxing's sword qi, Lu Qianxing's situation was definitely not much better than him, if he wanted to improve his kendo cultivation, for Xiao Feng, the best way was to survive in adversity, the more this kind of death that seemed to have no way to live, the more it could stimulate the ferocity in his bones and practice the most powerful swordsmanship.

Xiao Feng lifted the peachwood red sword and thrust it into the ground in front of him, then his feet were separated left and right, and his hands began to seal.

Huang Yingying hid aside, quietly watching a blood-red air flow gushing out of the peachwood red sword, and then Xiao Feng's face turned pale and pale, and then from miserable white to blood red.

When he got to the back, Xiao Feng not only turned his entire face blood-red, but the complexion of his whole body all turned blood-like, which looked very scary.

The blood-red air flow continued to revolve around Xiao Feng, and the sand and stones around his body flew into the air, and although Huang Yingying hid to the side, she felt unprecedented pressure.

The art of demonic fire.

This is the swordsmanship that Qing Yu showed at the kendo conference, doing his best, and finally paying for his life, at the cost of consuming his body, so that he had a huge energy beyond imagination in a period of time.

Xiao Feng stood in place, his body became red, at this time he had a hideous face, and layers of air waves rolled through the air, Huang Yingying suddenly felt that the man in front of him was a little strange, as if he had never really known him.

Although Lu Qianxing didn't know what kind of swordsmanship this was, he also saw the horror of this swordsmanship, so he had already begun to prepare to deal with Xiao Feng.

The short sword was held horizontally by Lu Qianxing in his hand, and the sharp blade cut through his palm, and blood quickly flowed out, dripping all over the sword body.

Lu Qianxing sealed with one hand, and countless black sword qi were divided into filaments, wrapping the entire sword body, and in a short while, the entire short sword was tightly wrapped, without the slightest air attack.

The sword originally made of dark iron lost its original color and became a black sword, which from the outside did not seem to have any luster, but the more it seemed to have no sharp blade, the more intimidating it became.

When the peachwood red sword was covered with blood, Xiao Feng grabbed the peachwood red sword, took a few big steps forward, and then jumped up, holding the long sword and slashing directly under him.

This sword can be described as thrilling, the peachwood red sword that has turned blood-red, just smashed down, it was caught by the black short sword, Lu Qianxing couldn't withstand this domineering force at all, and instantly his knees fell to the ground completely.

It's just that he still holds the short sword and forcibly takes the sword.

The two sharp swords collided together, and the black filaments on the short sword were instantly peeled off and wrapped around the body of the peachwood red sword.

In an instant, the originally blood-red peachwood red sword was wrapped in black filaments and turned into a black sword.

Lu Qianxing knelt on the ground, and after seeing the black filaments wrapped tightly around the peachwood red sword, he instantly knotted the swordsmanship, only to see that those black filaments actually pulled the peachwood red sword and directly dragged the peachwood red sword from Xiao Feng's hand.

"Whoosh-"

Lu Qianxing waved his wrist slightly, and the black filament dragged the peachwood red sword and threw the peachwood red sword away.

Xiao Feng lost his sword and hurriedly stepped back to stand, panting constantly, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.

Although he successfully flipped Xiao Feng's sword, Lu Qianxing's situation was not much better than Xiao Feng's, and now it seemed that he had the upper hand, but in fact, he knew very well that he was at a disadvantage.

The power of the sword just now was too great, in order to pick up Xiao Feng's saber, he took the sword stiffly, his five organs and six lungs were shocked by the power of the sword just now, and now Lu Qianxing only felt that there was a blood qi accumulation in his chest, and his internal organs seemed to be misplaced, and the pain was extreme.

"Damn ......"

Lu Qianxing opened his mouth to read a sentence, reached out and took out a small bottle from his sleeve, and then opened the bottle and filled one of the pills inside into his mouth.

After a while, Lu Qianxing's face began to turn red, and Huang Yingying was afraid of herself in this scene, Mr. Storyteller said that there are pills in this world that can help people quickly improve their strength, this old thing just ate can't be that kind of pill, right?

However, the next scene shocked Huang Yingying again.

I saw that Lu Qianxing's forehead was bulging, and his face gradually returned to normal, but he slowly stood up from the ground like a person who had nothing to do.

"It seems that I still have to thank you," Lu Qianxing tore off his tattered clothes and roared angrily: "If it weren't for you, how could I break through the realm and set foot in the realm of the Martial Emperor?!" ”

Huang Yingying was obviously stunned for a moment, she had heard the difference in realm from Mr. Storyteller, but ...... But this old guy in front of him is already a person from the realm of Emperor Wu?

Emperor Wu realm, what kind of master does that have to be.

"The surname is Xiao, if you can't beat it, we'll slip away quickly." Huang Yingying opened her mouth and shouted, "It's okay, it's not shameful to beat him!" Don't be foolish! ”

Xiao Feng, who had already lost his sword, suddenly sneered.

"What about stepping into the realm of Emperor Wu?" Xiao Feng raised his chin and said with an evil spirit: "As long as it's not a sword immortal, I will kill it!" ”

"Peach Blossom!"

Xiao Feng opened his mouth and shouted, only to see the peachwood red sword trapped in the distance break through the shackles of the black filament and rush back quickly.

"Xiao Feng ......"

Huang Yingying shouted softly, really worried about Xiao Feng in her heart.

"Master, after the farewell of Yongzhou, the people of the world seem to have forgotten about you." Xiao Feng held the peachwood red sword, his eyes full of coldness. "But I, Xiao Bai, just want all the people in the world to remember you again for me!"

"Whew-"

Xiao Feng swiped lightly, and blood flowed out of his palm instantly, and the entire peachwood red sword was covered with blood in a short time.

"Wake me up—"

Xiao Feng roared angrily, and at the same time sealed with one hand, against this peachwood red sword.

In the next second, a behemoth appeared behind Xiao Feng, Huang Yingying grew her mouth, and after many years, she still couldn't forget this scene.