"Ah......" Wu Bufeng screamed in fright, only to feel that his face was almost cut.

Before he could react, Wang Ziqiao's long sword had already been recycled in front of him, and he handed it out again: Chirp......

It was the first time Wu Bufeng had seen such a move, just like the first time Wang Ziqiao saw the tidbits flying and the eight steps to catch the cicadas, it was inevitable to suffer losses.

Seeing that this sword was about to stab him, Wu Bufeng suddenly raised his hands, put his hands together suddenly, and clamped Wang Ziqiao's sword, followed by the deception, took a diagonal step, and quickly slammed his shoulder into Wang Ziqiao's chest.

Wang Ziqiao didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness at this time, and he didn't expect that he could be trapped by the other party with such a fast sword, and when he saw the other party coming, he didn't panic, and he used it in a lost step, moved a foot in an instant, and successfully dodged a blow.

Immediately after, Wang Ziqiao's wrist trembled, and the long sword instantly retracted, and he handed out a sword again.

Boom!

Like a firecracker exploding, the high speed of the tip of the sword pressed the air and hit Wu Bufeng's chest.

Wu Bufeng was already prepared this time, his strength gathered in his chest, and at the same time, he turned sideways in an instant, and the sword qi cut through his clothes, but it failed to hurt his flesh and skin.

At the same time as turning sideways, Wu Bufeng had already waved his hand diagonally, trying to grab Wang Ziqiao's wrist.

Wang Ziqiao's arm flickered, but the long sword suddenly bent, and the tip of the sword instantly stabbed at Wu Bufeng.

This is Wang Ziqiao's special trick, and this is the trick he used when he killed the Lord of the Cupworms.

Because who can make a long sword stabbed at high speed suddenly attack at 90 degrees straight?

When practicing with Huo Zhendong, Wang Ziqiao did not use this trick.

Wu Bufeng couldn't think of it at all.

When he felt that something was wrong, it was too late to dodge, so he could only avoid the key points as much as possible, since he knew that Lu Dao must be injured, then he didn't plan to let go of Wang Zi Qiao again, and the hand that reached out was like an eagle's claw, and continued to grab Wang Zi Qiao's wrist, while the other hand slapped towards the sword body.

The corners of Wang Ziqiao's mouth turned up, and with a pout, the long sword suddenly let go, and his wrist quickly withdrew.

The long sword that popped out was straight again, as if it was controlled by the invisible force, and the tip of the sword still went straight into Wu Bufeng's heart.

Strike!

The sword that sharpened iron like clay pierced Wu Bufeng's chest directly.

Wu Bufeng was still a step slower after all.

When his hand slapped the long sword away, he instantly retreated, covered his chest with his hands, took deep breaths one after another, opened his eyes, and glared at Wang Ziqiao angrily.

Wang Ziqiao stepped back a few steps, and Wu Bufeng's position was six or seven meters apart, his hands were behind his back, and his body was looking at Wu Bufeng straight.

He had already sensed that this sword did not seriously injure Wu Bufeng, because Wu Bufeng shot it in time, and the long sword was only three inches into the flesh, and it was shocked away.

However, the master's move is often a little bit worse.

If Wu Bufeng's skin and flesh are injured, it will be difficult to devote himself to the battle as he did at the beginning, and he will definitely be distracted to control the wound.

A fourth-level grandmaster can control every muscle in his body, and the flesh and blood pierced by the long sword are also instantly closed, so as not to leak out the blood.

Wu Bufeng nodded fiercely: "Okay, good, good, it seems that I still underestimate you This young man, no wonder you can seriously injure my junior brother!" ”

At the same time, he was already dancing Tai Chi, and a strong wind slowly rose around him.

Wang Ziqiao found that this strong wind actually circled around the Wubu wind, and quickly gathered in the area between his hands, and knew that the Dao was not good, and immediately whispered out a drifting spell, and the hands behind his back were fluctuating rapidly.

"Drink ......"

Wu Bufeng suddenly shouted, as if the ten thousand people shouted at the same time, and his body had already risen into the air, and his palms were pushed out, pushing the strong wind towards Wang Ziqiao.

In this strong wind, it seems to be mixed with the true qi in Wu Bufeng's body, and he has already let go of it, leaving the true qi that he has worked so hard to cultivate from his body against the enemy.

The big shock wave of the ball came to the face.

And Wang Ziqiao's magic was also cast at this time, a blue light blessed his body, his toes touched the ground, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Immediately after, an afterimage pounced on Wu Bufeng,

The long sword that originally fell to the ground suddenly flew up, fused with the afterimage, and the silver light flashed, slashing head-on towards Wu Bufeng.

No one can see Wang Ziqiao's movements clearly.

And Wu Bufeng, who had just landed, suddenly raised his hands again, trying to clamp Wang Ziqiao's long sword.

But Wang Ziqiao's figure appeared in another direction, and it also slashed at the top of Wu Bufeng's head.

Wu Bufeng flickered quickly, dodging the split, followed by a return punch.

Although this punch hit Wang Ziqiao, it had no effect at all, because this Wang Ziqiao was just an afterimage.

Call!

Another slash appeared on the right side of Wu Bufeng.

And Wu Bufeng had just smashed the last remnant, and he didn't have time to change his moves.

But he hurriedly turned his head.

Strike!

A knife slashed at Wu Bufeng's shoulder, and the entire sword body was almost completely submerged.

Yes......

Wu Bufeng screamed, and the muscles in his shoulders suddenly closed, clamping the sword body, and then turning around and punching.

Wang Ziqiao dodged again, but he didn't withdraw the long sword, but his punch landed on the back of Wu Bufeng's heart.

Boom!

Wu Bufeng pedaled ahead and took a few steps before suddenly stopping.

"Shura body method? What is your relationship with the little devil? Death! Wu Bufeng looked like a wounded beast, his expression was hideous, he held the hilt of the long sword in his hand, turned around, shook the long sword, and stabbed when he was distracted!

Wang Ziqiao stepped on the ground, his body soared into the sky, reaching more than ten meters in the air, and then swooped down, his palms flying, stirring the air, and rushing straight to the martial arts.

Wu Bufeng saw the shadow of his palm flying, and he had already covered himself, and he couldn't tell which one was true and which one was false, faintly, and there seemed to be the sound of a dragon's groan.

"Descending Dragon Palm?" Wu Bufeng's heart trembled, this dragon descending palm is extremely domineering, starting with nine palms, eighteen palms, thirty-six palms, and seventy-two palms, making it impossible to defend at all.

But he still stabbed up to the sky, penetrated the palm shadow, and went straight to Wang Ziqiao's throat.

But Wang Ziqiao's palm shadow grabbed the long sword, and the long sword was like cotton in Wang Ziqiao's hand, curled up together in an instant, and a few other palms still hit Wu Bufeng.

Wu Bufeng hurriedly dropped the long sword, lowered his waist to dodge, and his upper body was centered on his waist, and he quickly rotated around, bringing up a hurricane, followed by Tai Chi with both hands, and blasted towards the sky.

Rumble!

The two energies collided together.

Wang Ziqiao's figure rebounded and fell five meters away.

Although Wang Ziqiao has no internal qi, after the dragon descending palm is fast enough to a certain extent, it can also form a rapid impact palm wind.

Wu Bufeng also took two steps back, the blood from the wound on his shoulder flowed out again, his face turned pale, and after glaring at Wang Ziqiao fiercely, he actually slammed his feet on the ground, the floor tiles cracked, and his body was like an arrow from the string, and he hit Wang Ziqiao.

"Hehe, are you competing with me?" Wang Ziqiao is already getting easier and easier, although this martial arts style is powerful, he has already been injured, and it is only a matter of time before he defeats him.