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The soft sword is brilliant and colorful, and the sharp spirit is like a roar, encompassing the entire heaven and earth.

Wei Feng's arms were extended, his feet were on the ground, and the green thin sword swept across the sky, and Leng Sen's blade light was directly embedded in the light net.

The sword light was strong, and everywhere it went, the light net that swooped down from mid-air was scattered, and in the colorful light, a puff of blood was also flying and sprinkling at the same time, and the two figures were separated suddenly, but they met again at the moment of separation.

The emerald cold light suddenly seemed to explode thousands of flashing snake lightning, bending and twisting, stabbing and bounced, and the cold rainbow of the blue and cold forest was as strong as before, vertical and horizontal in the light and shadow of the Dao.

After he stopped, he saw that Zhu Bing's soft sword was entangled in Wei Feng's Qingying thin sword, and a satisfied smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Wei Feng's face seemed to be wearing a mask, revealing an incomparably cool, murderous, and savage look, making people almost can't believe that this was a face that often had a smile on his lips!

With the sound of cracking silk into the clouds, Wei Feng shook his body quickly, and his left palm suddenly slashed to, slippery, piece by piece, condensed tangible fluttering palm shadows, squeezed from all directions, gray palm shadows flashed and danced layer by layer, and the air seemed to be unable to withstand the squeezing, and collapsed in the crying blood, rushing towards the four fields!

At this moment, as far as the eye can see, there are only countless gray palm shadows, which make people's hearts shrink suddenly, and they can hardly breathe.

This is exactly what Wei Feng has been practicing hard for a long time - flying slashing palms.

This is a hollow palm-type kung fu, but it is more powerful. There are five levels at the head and tail, and each level contains a trick. A move that can maximize the palm power of "Flying Chopping Palm".

Just because the biggest mystery of beheading lies in "chopping", not in "palm". Only seek the hardness of the "palm", the depth of the palm power, and the "chop" is the essence of the five moves. Didn't practice the palm power to the corresponding Cheng dù. Even if you learn those five moves, you won't be able to exert the corresponding power, it's just an empty shelf! On the contrary, "Flying Chopping Palm" is just like an ordinary splitting palm.

Zhu Bing stiffened up suddenly, and staggered back a few steps.

His long and narrow face was stained with specks of blood, and the facial features of this Blood God Guard's face were so terrifying—his left shoulder, chest, right ribs, and other parts were oozing with red blood. Especially on the right shoulder, Wei Feng slashed there with three palms in a row, and the shoulder bone was shattered, not to mention a half-foot-long wound. His entire back was completely soaked in blood.

Wei Feng, who was about ten steps away from Zhu Bing, was not perfect, his brand-new green shirt, his left shoulder, and chest were also cracked with three holes. The heaviest is the chest there. It's just a lot of hurt, and it's very troublesome! Zhu Bing was panting in a hurry, but also in pain, and there were bursts of spasms all over his body from time to time, until this time, he was still holding his weapon tightly in his hand. But without the internal force he entered, the soft sword like a silver snake that was dancing just now had lost its prestige at that time. Became drooping like a dead snake.

There was a suffocating silence all around, and the people of the Bloody Sect never thought that Wei Feng could be so powerful after being injured.

Zhu Bing's current injury is no longer sustainable, and he has not been reckless. He just took a painful breath and stepped back and cracked.

"What a Wei Feng, worthy of being a wind and dust swordsman. One-on-one, we really can't find a few opponents in the bloody door! Zhang Buyuan said with admiration.

Wei Feng laughed sarcastically. Raise your head and say, "Then come together!" ”

"Hurry up!" Just like the previous arrogance. Knowing that this is death, Wei Feng doesn't want to lose the limelight.

The wound on the shoulder and chest was still oozing blood. The blood almost dyed the front of the green shirt red, but Wei Feng's expression was so calm and deep.

Indifferent and indifferent, as if the wound was cut on someone else, and the blood flowed from someone else......

The indifference between his eyebrows was chilling, Wei Feng's hands stretched slightly to the sides, and the depths of his pupils were even more cold and murderous......

Seeing Zhu Bing's tragic situation, the rest of the people in the Bloody Gate were palpitating, and they were also secretly glad that Wei Feng was seriously injured by him, otherwise, between life and death, maybe someone would be pulled into the water.

"Elder Zhang, it's not too early, it's time to send him on his way."

Traitors, traitors to their former companions, tend to be more rooted than enemies. Huo Zhengpi said with a smile, "Let's hurry up and don't rub it off!" ”

Nodding vigorously, Deng Fei, who had elbow-length black leather inlaid iron bracers on his wrists and an unsheathed machete on his back, said: "Yes, send him on the road first!" ”

And the lean figure of about forty squinted his swollen eyes and said, "The shape is different, Elder Zhang, I think let's not be polite, let's do it side by side!" ”

Zhang Buyuan hesitated slightly, and agreed in a blink of an eye. Wei Feng's strength is not bad, has he played to the limit now?

"Shoulder to shoulder, on—" Zhang Buyuan ordered.

Deng Fei's body was offset, the heavy and sharp, cold light and snowless machete was held in his hand, and the thin blade was erected with his upper finger, facing Wei Feng straight. A cold aura approached his chest, and the sword was not spread, but the momentum was already out.

However, the first person to attack Wei Feng was not Deng Fei, but the lean figure in his forties. He is one of the inner gate elders of the Bloody Sect, named Du Yan, a very shrewd figure.

I don't know when, Du Yan has already sprinkled a steel whip in his hand, with a total of nine knots and the thickness of his thumb. At the top there is a spear-like sharp edge with a length of three inches, made of pure steel, which is a weapon with considerable skill.

And now, this steel whip has gone around like a bolt of lightning and swept towards Wei Feng!

Wei Feng's body suddenly floated up - like a ball of cotton wool that had lost its weight, pulling along the Shu roll of Du Yan's steel whip, and at the moment when his body rolled, seven cold and shining green rays were like seven cold currents, scattering out sharply!

Wei Feng has little experience in dealing with steel whips, this is a cold weapon in the rivers and lakes. But he knows that you can't just cut one point, unless you can hit two short in one hit.

Du Yan smiled coldly, his hand trembled like a sword, and the tortuous steel whip instantly became a line, and the whip body pierced Wei Feng's heart through the seven swords!

Deng Fei's machete also fell violently at this time. The blade broke through the air, and a piercing scream like a crack resounded in the air, and the thick sword power condensed into a formed match.

Wei Feng shrank and twisted his waist, and flashed three steps with extreme accuracy, just avoiding the front and back attacks of Du Yan and Deng Fei!

At this time, Huo Zheng suddenly jumped into the air, his figure soared, and he was already as agile and fierce as an eagle swooped down from above, and a black phantom turned into a black stream with his movements.

The gaze is condensed and deep. Wei Feng didn't take a step back, his right hand swung violently, and the Qingying thin sword stretched and contracted freely, as if it were spilling out thousands of staggered snake lightning, crisscrossing and weaving into a pair of light nets.

It was his turn.

The sound of gold and iron clashing was instantaneous. The beautiful woman in black rolled and rolled on her side, and Zhang Buyuan's pair of crescent knives in the oblique stab also slashed close to the ground, attacking Wei Feng's lower three ways!

Wei Feng's feet were raised, and the light of the green thin sword burst out, sharp like frost.

Zhang Buyuan, who had been involved in the reel, had not yet reached the position, and he had already roared strangely, and rushed back at a faster speed than when he came!

A pair of soft palms of the beautiful woman in black were connected to fill the gap between Zhang Buyuan's retreat. The palm is carrying a heavy and strong wind, and as soon as he makes a move, it brings a faint roaring sound, and the strength is strong. The moves contain unpredictable changes in the time, and he is a true master of the arts!

Wei Feng's figure flickered left and right. The swaying figure still remained in the eyes of the Zài people, and his real body had risen five feet into the air, rolling down from top to bottom. During the jump, Wei Feng coincidentally avoided Huo Zheng's attack. The cold light shining with the green thin sword seemed to fall down the rain of light in the sky.

The movement of the clouds and water is not as violent as the rain of light in this raging emergency cover. The beautiful woman in black tried to involve with the highest technique she could perform, but she couldn't resist the pressure of the unusually dense light, and suddenly she could only retreat sharply.

Deng Fei's machete, the blade shadow rushed towards Wei Feng layer by layer like an angry wave, and he became the main force in this confrontation. The stabbing blade sliced through the air, making a piercing crackling sound.

Wei Feng should be glad that his body skills are good, and he can make this kind of flash in the air with a very small amplitude but extremely fast speed, and every time he dodges, he returns a sword in the slightest gap.

Wei Feng's movements are strange and fast, and he is impeccable. But the side effects were also great, and the several wounds he suffered were very affected, and the burning pain of the wound tearing between his gestures was almost to the point of colic, especially in the chest, where the blood flowed a lot, and every moment of sluggishness drained him of his stamina.

But at this time, he could only endure it and try his best to hold on. Wei Feng understands very well that if he slacks off a little at this critical moment, the consequences will be fatal.

And the longer the fight, the worse it will be for him. Therefore, the only way for him is to kill hard and fight quickly!

Before hanging up, drag a pad back!

Deng Fei's machete attack was fierce and ferocious, Du Yan's nine-section steel whip was swirling, Zhang Buyuan's tall body was swirling close to the ground, and the pair of crescent knives seemed to be surging silver flowers all over the ground, swirling large and small, flowing away and circling.

Huo Zheng jumped into the air again, and struck again and again, and between the pair of iron rods in his hand, the cold stars flashed down, and the sharp momentum was pressing.

The beauty in black, her body gait is as fast as the wind, the sweep is extremely fast, the strength of her palms is strong and deep, she looks for gaps and drills cracks, and her palm shadows fly in strings, which also greatly restrains Wei Feng.

Several wounds between flipping and moving are all twitching, just like someone is rubbing the wound hard, but Wei Feng is also rolling in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and he has been tested for a long time, and that kind of pain really can't last.

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from the corners of his forehead, soaking through his clothes and sticking together. Wei Feng already felt that his breathing was slowly becoming rough, and the strength of his sword and palm was gradually floating, and even his eyes were a little hazy when he looked out.

Zhu Bing's defeat was not worthless, the damage caused by the Blue Spirit Soft Sword on Wei Feng's body was far more severe than what it seemed on the outside. Before that, Wei Feng still had the strength to defeat one person, and after that, ......

The injured place seemed to be tainted with a weakening curse, and they were slowly passing Wei Feng's power for another moment.

However, accustomed to seeing the life and death of the rivers and lakes, after many bloody battles, Wei Feng's temperament shaped between blood and fire and life and death made him hold back his unwillingness.

He would never give his life to the enemy for nothing. If you want his life, then exchange it for something of enough weight!

The inner anger is only contained in the heart, and it is not revealed at all on the surface. But the dead silence of the eyes, the deep darkness is pregnant with a palpitating calm.

Wei Feng was still as calm as cold and stiff as he responded, his gaze was gloomy, and even a muscle on his cheek squirmed. Not a single tendon scroll is missing......

Sharp light and shadow flying, flowing cold light intertwined; Five flashes leaped, and the center around them was Wei Feng. Up and down, left and right, it's like being caught in a net.

Heaven and earth are like a great circle that meets up and down, netting these rushing figures that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Deng Fei's machete was dazzled in a semi-arc of light, and the blade was skewed, like a flint quenching, cutting towards the back of Wei Feng's neck. Almost in no particular order, Du Yan's nine-section steel whip also rolled up from the bottom to the top!

It's time for survival! It's long enough!

Wei Feng suddenly hunched over. Instead of dodging in any direction where there was still a gap, he rushed down with indescribable speed, only to see the steel whip rolled up with silver light, and after the muffled sound of "poof" iron flesh, Wei Feng's sturdy body had been rolled over by Du Yan half a zhang away. But it also happened to let him dodge Deng Fei's knife that broke the river!

The knife misses. Deng Fei's body was stunned!

Enough, what Wei Feng wants is the space for this hair, a moment of time.

His flipped figure whirled wildly to the side, and he slashed out a sword with all his strength.

Deng Fei's sturdy body stumbled backwards, and a stream of red blood splattered from him. At the same time, when Du Yan had not yet figured out the cause of the evolution of the matter, he was in a moment of shock. Wei Feng had already thrown out the Qingying thin sword in his hand sideways, his body was volleyed into the air, and the green shirt flew straight towards Du Yan.

It's a pity that Huo Zheng, a traitor, didn't arrive at the position!

Du Yan's steel whip shook in his hand. The heavy steel whip turned into a dexterous poisonous snake and burrowed into Wei Feng's abdomen, before he could twist it sideways. Wei Feng's right hand was already imprinted on Du Yan's right shoulder.

Blood splattered in the ......

"Whew-" With a long and terrible howl, Du Yan happily threw down the steel whip in his hand. One rolled on its side to the ground, a terrible howl still trembling in the air.

Zhang Buyuan's crescent double knife. One neatly shaved off a piece of flesh the size of a palm on Wei Feng's calf, and the other swirled at the root of Wei Feng's left foot, and a thick key of green tendon was immediately cut into two.

Wei Feng stood still, and slashed at Zhang Buyuan's shoulder three times with a poke knife in his left hand!

Wounds for wounds, lives for lives.

It's a pity that his palm power at the moment is not as good as before, otherwise these three blows would be enough to smash Zhang Buyuan's shoulder bone.

Wei Feng himself stumbled. This was supposed to shock him, but the hamstrings were broken, there was no root under his feet, and Wei Feng was empty.

Before he had time to stand firm, a figure flashed from the upper side of his back, the cold light shattered, the person had been beaten three feet away, and the green shirt behind him was torn and rolled up with four blood marks, and the Dao Dao was shocked!

It is Huo Zheng's masterpiece!

Among the six masters dispatched by Lixuemen this time, his strength is all under Zhang Buyuan and Zhu Bing. But when you're desperate, it's too obscene to fight or fight.

But there is a qiē in the words, Huo Zheng is afraid that he will be caught by Wei Feng if he is bullied, and desperately looks for him to settle accounts.

Huo Zheng's figure had just swept by, and the beautiful woman in black pounced on her again, her palms flying, and her strength was surging.

A woman's palm power is stronger than Wei Feng's "Flying Chopping Palm".

Wei Feng tried his best to dodge, but the veins in his left heel were broken, and it was difficult to move every time.

The palm of the beautiful woman is fast, and it hits with a bang, palm after palm, and one palm is as fast as a palm! Wei Feng dodged one and two, but couldn't dodge three or four, and a pair of soft white and delicate hands were gently imprinted on his chest.

His face was distorted severely, his head was covered with sweat mixed with blood, he was unkempt, and his mouth was full of steel teeth, but Wei Feng's eyes were still deep and indifferent, as if his eyes were unrelated to the rest of his body.

When the beautiful woman's heavy palm slammed into the back of Yin Weifeng's chest, he opened his mouth to the ground.

A stream of bloody arrows shot out of his mouth!

The blood arrow instantly hit the face of the beautiful woman who was close at hand, and a gorgeous and bright blood flower splashed open. This blood arrow contained a wave of Wei Feng's internal strength, and the internal force was agitated and hit the weak face......

The reaction of the beautiful woman in black was like a hammer blow, her arms were thrown and she screamed, and the whole person fell sideways.

The power of this blood arrow was far from enough to kill a person, and Wei Feng didn't have the right head to penetrate his eye sockets. But the bloody arrow full of internal force hit the beautiful woman's face, not only knocking down the bridge of her nose, but also making her face covered with small wounds, and even one of her right eyes was blurred with blood.

Even if it's good, the beautiful woman has become an ugly ghost, and a very beautiful face is ruined!

If women are allowed to choose, especially beautiful women, their faces are more precious than life!

His eyes were bulging and his heart was cracking, and he screamed like madness. The beautiful woman gritted her teeth and stared at Wei Feng with extreme resentment. That strong resentment can't be wiped out in ten lifetimes!

"Wei Feng, thief, in the next life, I, Lan Ruoxin, will also fight with you!"

Wei Feng's expression was even more depressed, he didn't even have the strength to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his lips with his sleeves, and his face showed a terrifying paleness, but he said intermittently: "Just ...... Today's ...... Next...... I'm with you...... The entire Bloody Gate is ...... Never die......"

"Death is near, and I don't know how to repent." Zhang Buyuan's face was extremely embarrassed.

I have such a big advantage, unexpectedly, unexpectedly...... So it turned out. Let people say that they are incompetent, and they are not at a loss.

The wound on his shoulder and back protruded for a while, Zhang Buyuan forcibly endured the tearing pain, and said hatefully: "The old man wants to divide your body and bones, scatter you in the field to feed the dogs, and let you die without a place to be buried!" ”

Huo Zheng pointed at the ground obliquely with a pair of iron rods, and immediately whispered in his mouth when he heard the words: "Circle up!" ”

As the nine elites of the Bloodshed Sect who followed immediately stepped forward, the surrounding formation, each of them raised their swords and drew their swords and stared at Wei Feng with bright eyes.

"Give me a knife to dismember." Huo Zheng is the one who wants to see Wei Feng die the most. But he just doesn't have a good taste, and he won't fall into the current Wei Feng. And he was afraid that Wei Feng was showing weakness!

(To be continued)