Brother Feng's sword eyebrows froze, his wrist twisted strangely, and the Dragon Sword drew a circle in front of him, faster than any moment before, and it also stirred up the air, driving the sound of tearing, but it was more sharp and piercing than Jin Dali's voice.

With a swish, You Long suddenly leaned out and went straight to the opponent's fist.

"Are you going to do that? Old-fashioned insect carving skills! ”

Jin Dali snorted coldly in disdain, and his left fist was concocted in the same way, and with a bang, he smashed Brother Feng's sword body off.

He thought that this time, the long sword would lose its lethality, but he didn't think that Brother Feng's legs were a little higher, and his body was raised by one meter, and it rotated rapidly in the air, and the dragon seemed to merge with him, and it also rotated, and a violent air flow was generated in the air.

"A drop in the bucket, stop me!"

Jin vigorously clicked, his right fist turned into a palm, firmly grasped the You Long Sword, and the rotation stopped immediately.

Holding a sword with your bare hands?

Completely restraining Brother Feng in the rotation, this is a huge difference in strength between the two sides.

"Haha, it's useless, your sword is equivalent to a child's toy in front of me, you know, my fist gloves are made of titanium alloy on the outside, and carbon fiber on the inside, which is tougher than body armor, bullets can't shoot through, your sword only gives me an itch!"

Jin Dali is full of energy, these fists are carefully built by him at the expense of millions of dollars and hundreds of processes, how can they be compared to a broken sword that is superficial?

"Oh, really?"

Suddenly, the corners of Brother Feng's mouth provoked a treacherous arc.

With two swishing sounds, the sword body held by Jin Dali had two dragon thorns strangely detached.

"Huh! Is this sword deceitful? Jin Dali exclaimed.

With a bang, Brother Feng's waist turned, and his feet slammed on Jin Dali's fist.

With the help of force, his body swayed up, and he rose more than a meter high again, from top to bottom, his arm shook suddenly, and it was another dragon thorn, flying towards the top of Jin Dali's head.

Jin Dali's pupils suddenly dilated, and with a bang, the fist quickly knocked the dragon thorn away.

At the same time, Li Huaifeng's body suddenly fell, the long sword was still waving, and two dragon thorns shot vigorously towards Jin.

"This level of moves, you also want to fight me? Wish for the moon! ”

Jin Dali was intimidated on the surface, but he was extremely cautious in his heart, and with two clicks, he knocked the other two dragon thorns away.

At this moment, Brother Feng clenched his hands, his body was swimming into the sea, and his sword pointed at Jin Dali's head on the Baihui acupoint.

"I'm going to tear you apart!"

Jin Dali shouted, reaching out with both hands, trying to hold Brother Feng's sword.

Brother Feng's mind was empty, and all the power of his body was poured into his wrist, and then transmitted to the sword through his palm.

The so-called unity of man and sword is just an exaggerated statement.

However, when a strong person's strength reaches a certain level, the tacit understanding with the weapon will break through to a fairly high realm, and he can do whatever he wants, and launch means that ordinary people can't imagine.

At this moment, the dragon seems to echo Brother Feng and become a part of his body.

Closer, the golden sword was extremely close to the opponent's fist, and it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

entered, and the dragon sword was completely hidden in Jin Dali's fist, and was firmly held by him.

"Hahaha, I said that your strength is limited to this, fight with me, you only have one way to die!"

Jin Dali saw that the long sword was firmly controlled by himself, and let out a hysterical laugh, in the clash of strength, he was definitely crushing the other party's existence, fighting hard with himself, extremely stupid.

He gritted his teeth, and just wanted to throw Brother Feng to the ground, and took his life with one move.

found that Brother Feng's angular face was not a little nervous, but rather a quiet and calm color floating outside the world.

"The wind is sluggish!"

Brother Feng drank in a low voice.

Three words: the wind is sluggish.

One of the tricks recorded in "Flowing Wind Imperial Body Technique", the famous work of the ancestor Li Xuanfeng when he first entered the rivers and lakes.

As soon as the words fell, a breeze happened to sweep on the side, Li Huaifeng's legs curled, and his whole body was like a spinning top, and like a gust of cold wind, it began to rotate.

Click, Jin Dali felt that the sword body in his hand had great strength, and he broke free from the restraints, like a stunned raptor.

"This, this is impossible, where do you get the strength?"

Jin Dali's originally proud face hung a smear of frost white, and he roared in disbelief.

The wind grew stronger and the rotation kept spinning.

Brother Feng's body is getting faster and faster, like the eye of the storm in the center of the storm, and the sharp rotation speed has exceeded the original strength of the body, as if it is combined with nature, blended with the wind, and turns faster and faster.

"Ah, my hands!"

Jin Dali looked up to the sky and wailed.

Hiss, the titanium alloy gloves he spent a lot of money to build, in the stirring of the dragon thorns, actually exploded, and the skin and flesh of his palms were like being brutally cut by a meat grinder, with fierce blood and flesh flying.

Hula, a strong wind rose in the dense forest.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Dali's hands could no longer bear this strong force, and his heart stinged, and he bounced away in an instant.

With a whoosh, Li Huaifeng raised his sword downward, and the extremely sharp dragon instantly passed through the opponent's collarbone, submerging into the opponent's body one and a half feet deep, and the blood gushed like a spring, spraying in all directions.

After the recruitment, Brother Feng's body fell leisurely.

The dragon sword was quietly inserted into Jin Dali's collarbone, and the shape was shocking.

With a bang, Jin Dali's burly body staggered back three steps, and his whole body trembled in horror.

"No, it can't be, you've been beaten by me, how, how can you beat me? That's impossible! ”

Jin Dali's pupils were spreading, his strength was extremely depleted, and the flying of blood heralded the imminent end of his life.

But before he died, he still had to ask, to ask this question that he couldn't guess the answer to.

"The momentum is not successful, you need to keep quietly, the momentum has been achieved, and you will move forward!"

Brother Feng's body stood proudly, leisurely reciting this profound passage containing great truths and natural mysteries.

He stepped forward, and with a bang, pulled out the dragon inserted in the other's body.

Sneer, the blood rushed even harder, like a bright red fountain.

Jin Dali looked up to the sky and wailed, his body shook dozens of times, and with a bang, he fell to the ground, and his life was whimpered.

Brother Feng won completely.

The answer he gave catered to the supreme meaning of Chinese martial arts, and the essence of holding Yuan Shouyi and Tianyuan's blow.

This is part of the profound meaning recorded in the "Flowing Wind Imperial Body Technique", and it is also the belief that Brother Feng has been adhering to since he began his cultivation.

No matter how fancy the tricks are, they can't kill the enemy, and they won't help.

He retreated step by step before, just to find out Jin Dali's path, from his moves, to his strength, to his habit of shooting, one by one.

In the competition between masters, before you are absolutely sure that you will kill the opponent in seconds, the more you shoot, the more your own problems will be exposed.

Jin Dali has been in the transcendent realm for many years, and he should understand these truths!

However, the Aikido exercises he practiced were originally offensive moves, and he was eager to take Brother Feng's life and make meritorious contributions, and from the moment he fought each other, he had already fallen psychologically.

To put it bluntly, Changbaimen's Aikido is a side-door left way that is secretly learned from Huaxia Gongfa and borrowed from the karate of the island country.

And Brother Feng has the lifelong perception of the ancestor of the Li family, the master Li Xuanfeng, and he learns the way after tomorrow.

In terms of realm and level, he is one cut above Changbai Gate, and he is also an extraordinary star, and he has absolute reliance to be able to kill the other party.

However, if Jin Dali had joined forces with his junior sister Jin Xiaojin before, then it was very likely that Brother Feng would die.

"You killed my brother!?"

Jin Xiaojin was still teasing the goddess of good luck in the distance, playing a game of cat and mouse, only to find that the fighting in the distance stopped.

When I turned my head to look, I saw that my brother's blood was gushing like a spring, and he was dying tragically with great visual impact.

Her little face instantly turned white, suspecting that there was a problem with her eyesight, suspecting that her senior brother had accidentally missed, and even began to doubt her life.

"I take the liberty of asking, who can fight better, you or your senior brother?"

Li Huaifeng carried the dragon in his hand, and walked towards Jin Xiaojin lightly, and did not forget to light a cigarette afterwards, which was almost a race against a living immortal.

"Oh my God, won again, how did he do it? It's a dick bomb! ”

The goddess of good luck gasped again and again, but found that the embarrassing situation appeared in the spring of rotten wood and was about to be reversed.

For a while, the deer in her heart was thumping, and she had a new understanding of Li Huaifeng.

"If you kill two of my people, our Changbai Gate will never let you go!"

Jin Xiaojin's face was pale, but she didn't forget to intimidate Brother Feng.

"Then I can only kill people and kill you, and no one will know that I did it!"

Brother Feng shrugged helplessly, and a touch of anger hung between his eyebrows.

"You bastard!" Jin Xiaojin trembled with anger.