"Sne......er" The sword blade suddenly shook, avoiding Tang Feng's irresistible internal force, and transformed into a dragon like a dragon soaring in the rain and mist, passing through the void and shooting towards Tang Feng's face gate.

"Ding...... Ding ......" Tang Feng was taken aback, he didn't expect Richard to be able to fight back under such a disadvantage, and as a last resort, he took three steps back with two hard blows.

"Howling ......" Richard's move had to change, but this change exhausted all his strength, just like the end of the strong crossbow. But although it is a trapped beast, it still has to struggle to the end, this most difficult fight is particularly terrifying, after brushing a few swords, it is like the Yangtze River that Tang Feng's attack in one go quickly disintegrated, and it is invisible.

Tang Feng felt a little surprised, and found that Richard's sword path had become too fast, and he had changed from stabbing to splitting, and his strength was amazing, as if he had changed to a different person. The only thing he can do now is to retreat, and when Richard's sword momentum is exhausted, he can take advantage of the situation to fight back and make a final decision.

But things were by no means as simple as he imagined, when Tang Feng took a few more steps back, Richard's wrist vibrated vigorously, and the sword was like a fireflower rising into the air, suddenly bursting out with countless terrifying rays of light, like a big net covering Tang Feng's whole body.

Tang Feng's astonishing performance surprised Tang Feng, and in the face of such a fierce sword technique, Tang Feng felt that the pressure in the air was incomparably strong, almost suffocating. He even had a premonition that after this brilliant light, there must be a soul-grabbing killing move.

This is enough to make people feel palpitations, and it must be Richard's last move, as long as Tang Feng can survive this terrifying sword, then he can win safely.

But the question is, can Tang Feng avoid Richard's sword hidden behind the light? "Ah......h

The momentum of the "boom ......" spilled in all directions like a flood that burst the embankment, and the momentum was very terrifying.

Everyone avoided it, Richard and Tang Feng only felt a shock all over their bodies, and their bodies involuntarily fell backwards like a kite with a broken line, but the power of the Heaven Replenishing Stone in Tang Feng's body exerted its unique magical effect at this moment, and it did not fade at all, but condensed sharply between the surging qi and blood, and responded to emergencies at any time.

Although his people are flying in the air, their minds are extremely calm, and they use their hearing and vision to the limit, and they can grasp everything around them.

The air was filled with a fierce energy, like mercury pouring wildly, which was extremely terrifying. Tang Feng turned a blind eye to everything in front of him, and he only paid attention to one person, the mysterious person who was dressed as a boss. Now that Richard has retreated, he will definitely be the next person to make a move, because the time of ten breaths has passed, and they can no longer wait.

But at this moment, Tang Feng's heart sank suddenly, and he saw a delicate but broken sword of killing intent floating out of the cyclone.

The "......" knife qi penetrated directly into the skin, causing Richard's face to be in sharp pain like a pinprick in the face. He's been through a lot of battles, what is this pain? What he was really afraid of was the knife that Tang Feng slashed! It is like a poisonous snake spitting letters, devouring Richard's imperative faith little by little.

Yes, Tang Feng did imitate Richard's sword moves with his own knife, whether it was the angle or the route of the shot, it was completely the same. But when Richard saw this sword, he didn't believe that it was imitating his own movements, and judging from the use of this move alone, Tang Feng's comprehension far exceeded the ten years he spent on this swordsmanship. As soon as the knife style came out, the essence of this swordsmanship had been deduced.

It was a miracle that this could have happened in front of Richard's eyes.

And behind the miracle, of course, thanks to the mending stone in this dark iron turtle, if there is no existence of this supernatural external force, then all miracles are like a mirage, out of reach.

Richard was shocked, but he could only retreat, because he had already seen that the strength carried in the knife was very domineering, and if he resisted it, he might not be able to take advantage.

As he retreated, he shook his backhand, and the blade of his sword drew diagonally, quickly blocking the line of the opponent's possible attack.

Strangely, Tang Feng also chose to retreat, completely the same body moves as Richard. This situation looked like two brothers from the same sect were practicing martial arts, not like a life-and-death contest, which caused Han Xin to laugh and his nervousness weakened a little.

Richard didn't laugh, and he couldn't laugh. Although Tang Feng has been imitating his moves, he definitely knows how to use the essence of the sword moves better than him. The reason why Tang Feng even imitated this move was because he didn't want to destroy the coherence between the sword moves.

He had gradually felt the pressure brought to him by Tang Feng, and this pressure sprouted faintly from the bottom of his heart, making him feel frightened and lingering, like a ghost that was closely attached, and there was always a feeling of haunting.

In mid-air, others had already drawn their knives in their hands, and slashed down like earth-shattering swords, like thunder and lightning.

Richard was frightened, and the sword vibrated out of his hand, and the sword did not break through the air with murderous aura, enveloping all directions, blocking every angle of the opponent's attack.

The dead leaves danced wildly in the whirlpool, but they could not invade the three-zhang range around Tang Feng and Richard. In the space where they fought, there was no snow, no flowing matter, only the terrifying murderous aura.

"When ......" Richard's knife really forced three inches away from the big hand, but unexpectedly, just three inches away, it was like the end of the world, and his blade did not have any chance to reach it, and a whirlpool-like cyclone pressed on the blade, causing the blade to collide with the back of the sword, making a terrifying metal crisp sound.

The fight was just one move, although the winner was not decided, but both sides no longer had the slightest contempt for each other. Because everyone's heart is as clear as a mirror, if anyone dares to underestimate his opponent, there is only one price he will pay - death!

Tang Shu retreated with the force of a touch, but only took a step back, and suddenly kicked on his toes, raising a curtain of snow in the air.

Richard was shocked, he didn't expect that Tang Chu could use the terrain and environment as a cover to create a situation in his favor. However, Richard did not hesitate, his arm shook, and the energy that had been hidden in the blade of the knife poured out like a torrent, passing through layers of snow and mist, provoking the knife flowers to shoot in all directions.

Tang Chop retreated, because he didn't want to expose his edge, but also wanted to hide the killing intention, although Richard's war knife was as fast as lightning, it could not form a fatal threat to Tang Chop.

Tang Feng's entire person was completely phantasmagined into the void, and only the sword was spinning. Man is an entity with connotation, and it is impossible to blend into the air, can it be said that he has practiced the "turning reality into fiction" in martial arts legends? If not, what is it?

With this string of questions, Richard still made a lot of moves, and the two fought inseparably. The snow and mist flowed, expanding and blurring, forming a devouring whirlpool, which became wilder under the traction of the knife qi.

The knife is as bright as snow, the snow is like the blade of a knife, and the knife and the snow are one and the same, without each other, just like a picture in a myth.

The sword has reached the extreme of the sword path, and the sword has also reached the peak of the sword. Every time Richard slashed, he could feel the ubiquitous killing power contained in that sword.

The sword is not in the person, this is an illusion, a performance, in fact, Richard understands in his heart that people are behind the sword light. When he saw Tang Feng's figure, it was also time to decide the winner.

Therefore, he could only go all out, be calm, and dare not be careless in the face of the light and shadow derived from the sword.

There was no sword, no man, and all the killing opportunities flew up with the swirling of this light and shadow......

Richard had never seen such a scene in front of him, no matter how good his eyesight was, he couldn't see the direction of the sword blade and the flow of the sword from this unpredictable light and shadow, but he could feel the mountain-like pressure brought by this light and shadow to his body.

"Boom......" Richard retreated again and again, retreating in front of a clump of plum blossoms, and a strange smile suddenly bloomed on his face. In the course of his retreat, the ground suddenly burst open, and the mud and stone flew towards the light and shadow like an arrow.

He seemed to be confident and not surprised by what he saw, because all of this was actually a deliberate mechanism he had laid out, and of course he would not be unfamiliar with it.

No one knows what to do.

The strong vibration caused by the explosion caused the snow to soar, and when the light and shadow dissipated, Richard's footwork and sword were suffocated, as if he was swayed by the strength of the light and shadow.

The sword kills from the light and shadow, giving birth to thousands of cold rays, weaving an invisible but qualitative network in the void, just like a spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March.

"What a domineering knife technique!" Richard let out a low sigh, only when he saw Tang Feng's knife could he truly appreciate Tang Feng's strength. Before that, his understanding of Tang Feng was only a sensory understanding, and it was not until this moment that he understood that the person in front of him had almost climbed to the top of the sword path, that is, the sword god Zhuo Dongxing, who was rumored on the rivers and lakes in the past, was reborn, but he was afraid that it was nothing more than that.

Richard didn't expect Tang Feng's response to be so fast, not only did he resolve the tricks he had laid down, but the offensive continued unabated, and he made strange moves one after another. With no choice but to wield his sword.

The sound of "Dangdang ......" was endless, and the collision without any fancy flashed between the swords and sparks. The crisp sound of the metal clash is just like the evening drum and morning bell in the ancient temple in the deep mountains, giving people a shock similar to that produced in the dark, making people listen to the blood surging and blood boiling.

Suddenly, Tang Feng flicked his left foot and volleyed into the air.

Tang Feng's knife slashed down again, like cutting off the sun and the moon, and slashed directly at Richard's waist, cutting off his waist, flesh and blood flying sideways, extremely cruel.

"Tang Feng, these Western devils are actually smuggling national treasures, what do you think we should do?" Tang Shu said.

"Humph!! After the matter in Seoul is dealt with, we will go to the United States and Britain to get back the things that these Western devils have looted. ”

"In order to have sacrifices and ambitions, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky, the war and revolution are symbolized by bloodshed, which records the bloody nature of the Chinese. The war years have long passed, and the Chinese no longer shed blood.

But some Chinese people did not slack off, did not slacken, did not be impetuous in the bright lights, and did not become depressed in peace and comfort. Their blood is still there, and they still support the spirit of tenacious struggle