"Hiss......"

The fat man gasped.

After all, the old man's cultivation was much higher than that of the fat man, and after the shock, his expression changed, and he was out of fear and shock.

"Young Master, in the recent past, I'm afraid that the Western Realm is going to be turbulent. Shall we continue to look for talents, or will we return to the sect and wait for the western border to settle down in the future, and then come out to recruit talents?"

The fat man retracted his gaze, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have sprinkled kindness with him for that Feng Yi, and I will not worry about it in the future." What other young geniuses are there in the West that are worth recruiting?"

The old man said without thinking: "Shen Xuan of the Yulin Sect." ”

The fat man did not speak, for he knew that the old man had not finished his words.

"The white Ling of the Tianye Sect, the scattered cultivation leaves can't be ......"

The old man paused, and then continued: "That Wang Hongliang's disciple Zheng Huai is barely qualified, but he, like that Zheng Liuyun, also has a deep hatred with Feng Yi, if the young master is recruited, he is only afraid of ......"

The fat man waved his hand and interrupted the old man's words, "Forget Zheng Huai, his heart is despicable, and it is difficult to achieve great things." Forget about the Bai Ling of the Tianye Sect, how good can the apprentices taught by the prostitutes-women be? Shen Xuan of the Yulin Sect......

The fat man turned his head to look in the southeast direction, and in the darkness, his gaze changed thoughtfully.

"I heard that she has a good relationship with Feng Yi, but Shen Luoye died strangely, and Shen Xuan's whereabouts have become a mystery, so I won't consider it for the time being. ”

The old man smiled wryly, "Then there is only the ability to scatter cultivation." ”

The fat man nodded and said, "Well, let's go and meet him." ”

"Feng Yi's side?" the old man pointed to the southeast.

The fat man shook his head and chuckled, "Free-range wolves only hurt more when they bite people." Accepting it at this time will only wear away his wildness. Let him go, we still have three years, don't worry. ”

Not to mention the old and young, but also Feng Yi and Wang Hongliang, they are still standing facing each other.

Both of them stared at each other, letting the thunder in the distant sky frighten the sky and the beast roar shook the sky, and neither dared to be distracted in the slightest.

Wang Hongliang only had a mid-stage cultivation at this time, and he had to suppress internal injuries, and his yuan power was extremely seriously depleted. But even so, he still didn't give Feng Yi a look. The reason why he treated it so cautiously and didn't dare to be distracted at all was because of the sword diagram on Feng Yi's body, which made him quite jealous.

If it was in the heyday of the past, even if Feng Yi had a sword plan by his side, he Wang Hongliang would not be afraid. But there is no way, the world is unpredictable, and it is all to blame for the old deflated man with a brain problem.

"Woo ......"

"Whew......"

"Tweet ......"

The roars of beasts and birds continued to sound, in all directions, far and near.

Wang Hongliang's face changed greatly, and he exclaimed in his heart: "The demon beasts on the periphery of the Lingwu Mountain Range are rioting, this is a sign that a beast tide is about to occur." Don't...... Could it be that they also found the entrance to the altar of Xiao Wu? only to deliberately provoke the strange beasts, cause a tide of beasts, and confuse the public?"

Until this moment, he could no longer care whether Feng Yi was ready to raid at any time, and suddenly turned his head to look back at the northwest direction.

What was he worried about? Only he knew.

Feng Yi didn't know, and he didn't want to know, he was very happy.

"Here's your chance. ”

The sword diagram unfolded suddenly, the sword qi shot through the air, and the green light was dazzling, one after another.

What is Wang Hongliang looking at?

His cloudy pupils reflected the mountains and boundless autumn trees under the dark night sky.

The deepest part of the mountains and autumn trees is the Lingwu Mountain Range where the roar of the beast is falling and the thunder and thunder are frequently exploding.

And in the outermost part of the Lingwu Mountain Range, there is a lonely peak, called Zhenguan Mountain.

Halfway up Zhenguan Mountain, there is a cave side, and there is a white-clothed young man with a face like gold paper and a sluggish breath in the middle of the knees.

Zheng Huai.

Hearing the roars of beasts and birds one after another, Zheng Huai suddenly opened his eyes, got up and came to the outside of the cave, and only looked down the mountain, and couldn't help but change his expression.

"Beast Tide ......"

Thousands of monster beasts roared and roared, roaring and resonating, shaking the sky and shocking the universe. The mountains and forests trembled, and everywhere the beast tide went, it turned into a mess.

What high mountains and lonely peaks, what hundred-year-old acacia, under the impact of the beast tide that is devastation, are only like a lonely boat in the waves, and it is difficult to adhere to the instantaneous work.

Feng Yi had never seen all this, but Wang Hongliang clearly noticed it with the change in the aura of the distant sky.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed away from the halfway waist of Zhenguan Mountain, and Wang Hongliang finally let go of his heart.

"It seems that that little thing is not stupid, and it also knows how to open the guard array when the beast tide breaks out to protect itself. ”

Looking at the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range, the place where the roar of the strange beast and the thunderbolt fell seemed to be not far from the altar of Xiaowu.

"Damn, they found the entrance. ”

Wang Hong's conscience was spinning, and at the same time, he suddenly felt a chill in his spine.

I didn't have time to look back and take a closer look, and I didn't have time to think about it, out of the instinct of human beings to seek good fortune and avoid evil, Wang Hongliang hurriedly mobilized Yuan Li, gathered on his back, and condensed into a blue light barrier outside his body.

Wang Hongliang had learned the power of the sword qi emitted by the sword diagram, and he thought that it would be difficult to resist with his cultivation at this time.

Therefore, while urging the blue light barrier, he did not hesitate to take out a palm-sized round jade pendant with a pitch-black body from the Xuan pouch on his waist.

The jade pendant is carved with a blood-colored palm print, the joints are strong, and a fierce momentum that is enough to open the mountain and tear the soil is overflowing from it.

"Poof......

At the critical moment when the protective light curtain was pierced by the sword qi, Wang Hongliang bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the jade pendant.

Suddenly, the blood was flooding, illuminating the dark mountain forest at night.

In the blood light, Wang Hongliang stood tall and proud, and there was no longer the decay of the old man with a broken leg, and the black robe was drumming, like the Nine Shadows Demon who came by night and wanted to devour the sky.

Time seemed to stand still, and Wang Hongliang turned around slowly with a cruel smile and a cruel and ruthless gaze.

He stared at Feng Yi, who was holding a Xuandao in his hand, rushed forward, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, and shouted softly: "Break!"

One word came out, and the sound was more thunderous than thunder.

Suddenly, the blood light condensed, turning into a blood-colored palm the size of a fan from in front of him.

The five fingers were put together, and the front seal of the palm was probed, and at the moment when there was no room for hair, it slapped on the sword qi Qingmang without any deviation.

"Boom ......"

In the midst of the explosion, waves of air splashed with gravel and dirt. The sword qi dissipated, and the bloody palm was annihilated.

The black jade pendant in Wang Hongliang's hand "clicked" and shattered into a ball of powder.

At this moment, Feng Yi's long knife was approaching again.

A knife from top to bottom, carrying the momentum of the dragon, can chase the wind quickly.

Wang Hongliang's eyes changed, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good boy, a human-level mid-grade martial art 'Wind Chasing Knife' was unexpectedly used by you to use the power of the low-grade level. If it weren't for the destruction of your dantian, the old man would really be reluctant to kill you on the spot. ”

As soon as he landed, Wang Hongliang had already used one leg to move sideways to the left, avoiding the blade.

At the same time, his right hand suddenly poked out, grabbing Feng Yi's chest.

Feng Yi held the sword diagram in his left hand and couldn't resist it. Only the right hand knife can turn sharply and cut back for protection. At the same time, his right leg was bent and he slammed into Wang Hong's life with his knee.

Fight for life and death, just seek the enemy's life and death, no matter what method is used, even if it is obscene, as long as you can kill the enemy, it is enough.

After all, Wang Hongliang is a famous cultivator, no matter what his temperament is, his identity always has to be considered.

Feng Yi's knee blow is not very powerful, even if he doesn't react, it will definitely not hurt. But if you don't react, being kicked by a junior is not a face-showing thing after all.

At that moment, he hurriedly retracted his hand and blocked it, and protected his crotch stubbornly. Borrowing the huge force transmitted from the palm of his hand, he suddenly spun in the air, kicked with one leg, and sealed his left rib in the middle.

Feng Yi was extremely fierce, and after falling to a foot away, he only snorted, and then jumped up again, stuffed the sword diagram into the Xuan bag, and raised the knife again to fight.

It's not that he didn't think about unfolding the sword diagram again, taking advantage of the opportunity of hand-to-hand combat to kill and injure the enemy. But there is only one sword qi left, and if it can't play a role in turning the tide of the battle, he will no longer have the ability to turn defeat into victory.

So he forcibly resisted the urge to unfold the sword diagram, because the time was not yet ripe, Wang Hongliang or the life-saving means at the bottom of the box were not used.

For example, the weird black jade pendant just now, who knows if he still has it in stock?

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

More than ten knives were cut one after another, all of which were prevented by Wang Hongliang with a pair of meat hands.

Every time he fought, Feng Yi would be shocked and forced to retreat, but he was always like a madman, gritting his teeth and continuing to rush forward to attack quickly.

He didn't dare to leave Wang Hongliang too much time to breathe, because he was afraid that the other party would use those strange and unpredictable mystical techniques if he had enough time.

Wang Hongliang was really caught off guard by Feng Yi's series of attacks, and even though he had all the powerful mystical techniques hidden in his chest, he didn't have a chance to show even one of them.

It's not that all of them don't have the opportunity to cast, and most of those occult techniques that can be instantaneous need to be based on strong Yuan Force.

At this time, his yuan power is less than two percent on weekdays, and there is still one and a half percent to suppress internal injuries, and only half of what he can mobilize when he resists the enemy.

Most of these micro-element forces, the mystical secret methods that can be supported, take time to seal.

Bitter, miserable.

Is this a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs?

Wang Hong secretly thought in his conscience: "Yes, definitely." ”

Knife after knife, knife after knife, the knife is ruthless.

Palm after palm, palm after palm, palm is weird and tricky.

Feng Yi used both swords and palms, and with the "Great Compassion Fu" Fang Gang Entry, which is equivalent to the cultivation of the sixth layer of quenching the body, it is actually comparable to the great power of Tongxuan.

If this matter spreads, I am afraid that it will shock the jaws of countless people.

"Fuck, little chop, it's so fucking. ”

Wang Hongliang was attacked so much that his heart was on fire, and after screaming violently, he slammed his knees on the ground and flew away.

Feng Yi jumped and swung his knife, but was slapped to the ground by his palm.

Flipped two somersaults on the spot, and unloaded the force of the fall. looked up, but saw Wang Hongliang pat his waist, and a three-foot long sword with blood light all over his body, like a meteor, shot out from the Xuan sac.

The tip of the sword was pointing downward, like thunder hitting the ground. Feng Yi didn't dare to regret it, and hurriedly used his way to dodge.

Fortunately, Wang Hongliang was injured, and the speed of the sword was much slower than usual. Although this sword had a fierce intent, it failed to exert its extreme speed and failed to hurt Feng Yi.

Seeing that a sword was useless, Wang Hongliang's right hand was slanted, and the long sword swirled, clenching his hand.

At the same time, the breath he held in his chest was exhausted, unable to maintain a hovering posture, and fell back to the ground.

One leg supported the ground, jumped three feet, and approached Feng Yi's body.

The long sword is either picked or stabbed, or chopped or sharpened, and the move is ruthless and killable.

Feng Yi waved his knife to block, but only blocked two hits, and then heard a "click", the Xuandao broke from the middle, and only the handle and the half-foot blade remained in his hand.

Losing his weapon, Feng Yi was no longer able to guard against sword moves, and he couldn't dodge it, and he was picked on the left shoulder by the blood-colored long sword.

Suddenly, the skin opened and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Feng Yi gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, shook his hand and threw away the broken straight spine knife, tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of saliva, and bullied himself with only two fleshy palms.

Without the Xuan Knife, you can't use the Wind Chasing Knife Technique. can only rely on the swiftness of the gossip dragon palm, dodge the edge of the long sword, and at the same time, vainly try to hurt the enemy at close range.

Although the Bagua You Dragon Palm is extremely mysterious, it is only an external martial art after all, and the gap between the cultivation of the two parties is too big, Feng Yi has the heart to hurt the enemy, and he is powerless to do it.

After three or five moves, the left rib was hit again.

After injuring his opponent, Wang Hongliang regained his confidence in Tongxuan's great power, and after laughing wildly, his left leg bent and jumped forward violently, grabbing in front of Feng Yi.

"Boom!"

When one foot landed, the ground seemed to tremble.

The long sword in his right hand was flicked little by little, forcing Feng Yi to dodge left and right. The five fingers of his left hand were put together, turned into a hand knife, and slashed at his chest fiercely following the gap between Feng Yi's dodge.

Regardless of whether the other party is injured or not, the gap in cultivation is difficult to make up for by relying on external martial arts or the fierce will to not be afraid of death.

Yuan Li cultivation is the foundation.

Feng Yi only felt that his chest was smashed with a heavy hammer, and the essence and blood gushed out from his heart, flowing backwards into his throat, and then broke through his lips and spurted out.

His body flew backwards like a scarecrow. It didn't hit a half-human-high bluestone on the bank of the river before it hit the ground with a bang.

His eyes were black, he was dizzy, and his injuries were severe.

Feng Yi was also so fierce that he had nothing to say, even if his body was weak and sore, as if in the clouds, he still gritted his teeth and stood upright.

Seeing that Wang Hongliang once again bent his knees and jumped forward, Feng Yi shouted and rushed forward.

The long sword pointed forward, he did not dodge or dodge, let the cold and hard sword blade pierce into his left chest, flew up violently, and then kicked Wang Hong's good life.

"Fuck, do you still do this?"

Wang Hongliang blocked with his left hand, but how did he know that Feng Yi's kick was just a false move. While distracting him, he clenched his fists with both hands and slammed them hard into the elbow joint of his right arm.

Even if it is powerful through the mysteries, even if it is separated from the mortal womb of the flesh, it is still flesh and blood.

The joints are the weakest part of the bones around the body, and they were smashed by Feng Yi's two punches like crazy, can Wang Hongliangyan withstand it?

"Click!"

It's the sound of cracked bones.

"Ah......h

It's screaming.

Wang Hongliang's right arm was broken from the middle, blood was spilled, and he staggered back with his injuries.

Feng Yi is also violent, with a long sword in his left chest, and Wang Hongliang's broken arm hanging from the hilt. He didn't care, and after his right foot landed, his left foot switched and rushed forward.

Bullying forward, his fists were like a raging storm, smashing and slamming hard.

With a punch in the head and face, Wang Hongliang's nose bone was broken.

With a punch in the chest and abdomen, Wang Hongliang spurted blood from his mouth.

With a punch in the neck, Wang Hongliang wailed in pain.

Before the fourth punch fell, Wang Hongliang slapped the Xuan bag again, and a crisp bell rang suddenly, and the golden light suddenly made a big move.

The golden light was released, and Wang Hongliang was protected in the center. But Feng Yi was shocked by the golden light, turned into a scarecrow again, and fell backwards sharply.

"Bang!"

Falling to the shore, Feng Yi looked depressed and could no longer get up.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of water, and then I heard Qing'er's scream.

"Childe ......"