A rainstorm of poisonous needles shot out, and Ouyang Feng's face couldn't help but show a hideous smile, this is where he relied on!

It turned out that after Ouyang Feng shot the poisonous needle hidden weapon he installed on the snake staff during the previous attack on Peach Blossom Island, he didn't reload it again, because he knew very well that the reason why the secret weapon was called a hidden weapon was that it had to be done in secret to be effective, and once it was placed on the surface, it would lose its due power.

After Ouyang Feng left from Peach Blossom Island a few days ago, he knew that the hidden weapon mechanism on the snake staff had been exposed, and the next time they encountered it, Ling Muyun and the others would definitely be prepared, and it would be difficult to have any effect, so he modified the hidden weapon mechanism under his right wrist and covered it with the sleeve of his robe. This time, he was also forced by Ling Muyun to be in a hurry, so he showed it.

Ling Muyun suddenly only felt a chill, and a trace of horror instantly surged into his heart, he thought that he would be able to sit back and relax after removing Ouyang Feng's snake staff, but he didn't expect Ouyang Feng to have such a hidden weapon hidden in his sleeve, it was really insidious!

"Ahh Huang Rong's face suddenly lost color and she exclaimed.

"Ling Xiaoyou, be careful!"

Hong Qigong couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise when he saw this scene, and his voice contained strong shock and anger. He really couldn't imagine that with Ouyang Feng's status as the world's top master, he would use such despicable and shameless means again and again when dealing with juniors!

But he didn't know that Ouyang Feng was ruthless and vicious, although he also talked about the demeanor of a master on the surface, but that was without posing a threat to his interests and safety, once there was a big enough temptation or his life and safety were threatened, he would tear off all the veils of disguise. Expose him for what he really is.

And for Ouyang Feng at this time, this is the case, he can't even save his life, what does he care about being despicable or not, how can he care about whether doing this will damage the demeanor of the master? At this time, survival is the first priority, and everything else has to stand aside. As long as he can escape, he can use any despicable means! If you can kill Ling Muyun by the way, it would be even better!

Just when Hong Qigong and Huang Rong were in a hurry, they saw Ling Muyun suddenly shouting. The wind rose suddenly. A powerful invisible energy swept around his body as the center, and the dense ox hair poison needles that shot at him couldn't help but slow down under the powerful impact of this energy.

It was with such a slow moment that Ling Muyun released the long sword that was firmly grasped by Ouyang Feng with his left hand, and put his feet on the ground a little. The body swept backwards and retreated like a strong arrow from the string. In a split second. It had already withdrawn more than a dozen feet away, like a gust of wind, and it was out of the coverage of the hidden weapon before the poisonous needle could be shot. Dangerously and dangerously, the dense cow hair poisonous needles were avoided in the past.

Dodging the poisonous needle like a torrential rain, Ling Muyun was also afraid for a while, cold sweat broke out on his back, if he hadn't had the blessing of the spiritual force field just now, he used his spiritual power to manipulate the air with all his strength to form a wall of qi at the critical moment, and hindered it a little, then he would really have been shot into a sieve by the bull hair poisonous needle sent by Ouyang Feng.

At that time, even if you don't talk about the toxicity of the poison needle, the steel needle itself alone is enough to kill him, and just now it can be said that he is turning around on the ghost gate!

Seeing that the carefully prepared blow actually missed, Ouyang Feng's eyes couldn't help but flash a thick look of unwillingness and disappointment. However, after fighting on Peach Blossom Island before, he also expected this, and the current situation was critical, but he could not allow him to hesitate, although he was extremely unwilling in his heart, but he also knew that it was important to escape for his life at the moment, and immediately waved his hand and threw the long sword from Ling Muyun in his hand into the mountain stream on the side, and then turned his head and wanted to run.

"Ouyang Feng, don't think about running away again this time!"

How could Ling Muyun, who had just walked around in front of the Ghost Gate, be willing to let Ouyang Feng go? With a loud shout, his figure rushed in front of Ouyang Feng, the long sword in his hand shook, and a sharp sword light pierced the night sky and stabbed Ouyang Feng's throat. Ouyang Feng hurriedly flashed to the side, dodging Ling Muyun's sword.

Ling Muyun was useless but not discouraged, "Boom" a series of swords, forcing Ouyang Feng to dodge constantly, and after a few moves, Ling Muyun had already seized the position in front of Ouyang Feng, firmly blocking his way.

"Little brute, I'll fight with you!"

Ouyang Feng saw that the way was blocked, Ling Muyun was aggressive, and he was suddenly anxious, and he ran through his palms, waving his palm shadow and falling towards the chasing Ling Muyun cover, the move opened and closed, and the palm power was mighty, as if Wuding opened the mountain, dignified and powerful, and the palm wind was fierce and roaring, like a demon god. After seeing Ling Muyun's power through the previous fight, Ouyang Feng also changed his routine, since he was not as subtle as Ling Muyun in terms of moves, he simply relied on his strong skills to fight hard, Ouyang Feng didn't believe it, he had practiced hard for decades, and he couldn't fight a Ling Muyun who was only twenty years old?

Facing Ouyang Feng's swift iron palm, Ling Muyun was like a leaf flying wantonly in the wind, with the drumming palm wind, his figure fluttered, and with the strong palm wind floating to the side, Ouyang Feng's mighty palm power was easily resolved. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword slashed out a streamer of light and swept towards Ouyang Feng. The sword momentum was as gentle as the breeze at first, but in an instant, it became swift and fierce, and the sword qi was in the air, "snorting", wisps, endless. In the flash of the streamer, Jian Feng never left Ouyang Feng's vital point, just like an infatuated woman, he was always obsessed with his lover's side. But Ouyang Feng clearly knew that what this sword brought was not a gentle and lingering resentment and infatuation, but a cold and cold murderous intent.

Seeing this scene, Hong Qigong, who was on the side, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his heart suddenly felt a lot easier. Of course, this was mainly because Ling Muyun was glad that he had escaped Ouyang Feng's poisonous needle raid, but deep in his heart, he didn't feel faintly happy that Ling Muyun had lost a sword and could no longer use that terrifying swordsmanship.

Although Ling Muyun's strength after losing a sword was still quite good, and it was still enough to compete with them, at least it was not as terrifying as before, and it even made him feel that it was difficult to compete in his heart.

But then a wave of shame surged into Hong Qigong's heart, thinking that he Hong Qigong had never done anything bad in his life. How could such a gloating thing happen to him, who had always acted upright, but was glad that his friend's loss of his weapon had affected his combat effectiveness? can only say that the name of the number one in the world is really harmful, and even his mentality is unbalanced because of this. While Hong Qigong was introspecting in his heart, the battle between Ling Muyun and Ouyang Feng had also reached a white-hot stage, Ouyang Feng endured the pain, urged all the strength of his body, and waved his palms together, like two big grinding discs, launched a stormy offensive against Ling Muyun. The palm is like thunder. As fast as lightning, he couldn't wait to kill Ling Muyun in his palm immediately, and even if it didn't work, he had to break through Ling Muyun's interception and fight for a way. Let him escape.

He's covered in bruises. Although the injuries are not serious. But the wound was always bleeding, even if the acupoint was sealed to stop the bleeding, it was impossible to completely stop the bleeding, even if Ling Muyun couldn't win him. If it is entangled for a long time, bleeding too much, and weakening strength, it is inevitable that his life will not be guaranteed. Therefore, while his strength was still there, he desperately wanted to defeat Ling Muyun.

However, although Ouyang Feng's idea was good, it was not so easy to really implement it, even if Ling Muyun only had one sword left now, and he couldn't use the combination of two swords, his strength was weakened a lot. But with Ling Muyun's current martial arts cultivation, even if he didn't use his hands to fight each other, he was not slightly worse than Ouyang Feng.

Although Ouyang Feng's offensive is fierce, Ling Muyun is not afraid at all, not only does not back down a little, but attacks against attacks, the cold sword blade is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, always leaving his vital point, as long as Ouyang Feng shows a little flaw, it will be like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the sword blade will attack, so that Ouyang Feng can't even breathe, for fear that he will bury his life under Ling Muyun's fast sword if he is not careful.

Under the tight attack of Ling Muyun's exquisite swordsmanship, Ouyang Feng had a little upper hand except for the initial onslaught, but he was suppressed by Ling Muyun again after not taking a long time, and could only struggle under Ling Muyun's sword, struggling to support, although he didn't even have the ability to parry like before, but he also defended more and attacked less, struggling to support the situation.

In fact, with Ouyang Feng's martial arts cultivation that had already entered the innate realm and decades of hard work, he was not inferior to Ling Muyun in terms of internal strength or speed reaction, and even above Ling Muyun in terms of experience, he would not have been forced to look like this by Ling Muyun's long sword. It's just that under the shroud of Ling Muyun's spiritual force field, Ouyang Feng's every move is under Ling Muyun's control, so often as soon as he wants to move, Ling Muyun has already prejudged the direction he wants to move from the momentum of his body. It was often Ouyang Feng's dodge and Ling Muyun's pursuit that were issued at the same time, not that Ouyang Feng's dodge action had already been made, and Ling Muyun reacted again, giving Ouyang Feng the feeling that Ling Muyun was always able to know what he was thinking, and before he could dodge, the other party had already made a move and waited on his dodge route, as if he had taken the initiative to make up for Ling Muyun's sword. With such a missed opportunity, Ouyang Feng's situation was naturally difficult.

Hong Qigong's eyes flashed brightly, and he was more and more amazed at the growth of Ling Muyun's strength in his heart, and at the same time, he was secretly vigilant in his heart, he couldn't imagine that Ling Muyun would be able to suppress Ouyang Feng to such an extent without using that terrifying sword technique. Although he had already seen Ling Muyun's extraordinaryness as early as the first time they met, and he had already known that with Ling Muyun's potential, he would sooner or later catch up with or even surpass them, the masters of the older generation, but he did not expect that Ling Muyun would grow up so fast.

However, although Hong Qigong sighed at the speed of Ling Muyun's progress and the strength of his martial arts, he did not extinguish his ambition. Although there have been heroes in the country, each leading the way for decades, he doesn't want to retire now.

Hong Qigong also knows very well that if he wants to win the first place in the world, this Huashan Sword Debate can be said to be his last chance, and after waiting for more than 20 years, Ling Muyun and other young generation masters are bound to improve their cultivation skills, while these older generations are getting older and older, and the gap between the two sides will only widen, if they can't take advantage of the fact that their own strength is still at the peak of their own strength to win the championship in one fell swoop, then it will be even more impossible in the future.

Because of this, Hong Qigong observed the battle between Ling Muyun and Ouyang Feng very carefully, just to find out the flaws and weaknesses in Ling Muyun's martial arts, so that he could know it when he fought with Ling Muyun tomorrow.

As for Ouyang Feng, it was no longer in his consideration, in his opinion, Ouyang Feng was already defeated, even if he was still struggling to support it. It's just that he can survive for a while, but after all, he still can't change the fate of defeat, and what is undecided is just whether he can escape from Ling Muyun's men.

Ling Muyun lifted his spirits and displayed all the subtleties of the evil sword to ward off evil spirits, his body was fluttering and fast, like a ghost, flickering in front and behind, and a long sword stabbed like lightning. The moves are amazing. The sword light is like a waterfall, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the bright sword light is dazzling. The whole person was melted into the sword light, and it was impossible to tell where the sword was. Where are people. The whole person seems to be one with the sword momentum. Walking with the sword, reciting the sword, the sword is one.

Ling Muyun and Ouyang Feng fought fast. Soon they exchanged hundreds of moves, and because the two of them were too fast, they couldn't tell who was who was when they fought together, and they could only barely see two shadows and a ball of sword light entangled under the moonlight, circling and staggering. From time to time, spocks of blood burst out from between the sword lights, accompanied by Ouyang Feng's fierce roar.

Seeing this situation, Hong Qigong couldn't help but show a touch of sadness in his eyes, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that after such a long time of fierce fighting, Ouyang Feng's moves were not as fast as before, and his strength was not as powerful as before, obviously with excessive consumption and blood flow, Ouyang Feng's qi and blood physical strength had inevitably begun to gradually fail, and he would never recover his courage again.

On the other hand, Ling Muyun, as the other side of the battle, became more and more courageous, the faster and faster his swordsmanship, the more he made it, the more he made it, and there was no tendency to weaken at all, but his momentum continued to rise as the battle continued, giving people more and more a powerful feeling, and even faintly a tendency to go to the next level.

One side is getting weaker and weaker, and the other side is getting stronger and stronger, and the final outcome is self-evident, according to this trend, Ouyang Feng's defeat is only a matter of time. Thinking of this, Hong Qigong's heart also had some bad feelings, although he and Ouyang Feng were enemies, after all, they had been fighting each other for decades, and they had a bit of a heroic taste, seeing that Ouyang Feng was about to die, he couldn't help but feel a trace of inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Just as Hong Qigong estimated, after withstanding the initial stormy onslaught, sensing the weakening of Ouyang Feng's strength, Ling Muyun immediately launched a fierce attack, a long sword waved like the wind, the sword light was huo, the sword qi was in the air, and a fierce sword light completely suppressed Ouyang Feng's palm.

Feeling the more and more serious injuries on his body and the continuous loss of strength, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, he couldn't see where there was still hope for life, he had also thought of finding an opportunity to kidnap Huang Rong and use Huang Rong as a hostage to coerce Ling Muyun. It's just that Ling Muyun was obviously on guard against this, and whenever he intended to retreat to Huang Rong's side, he would be attacked by Ling Muyun like a storm, forcing him to retreat. If he insisted on hijacking, I am afraid that before he could catch Huang Rong, he himself would be pierced through the heart by Ling Muyun with a sword.

By now, Ouyang Feng had already expected his end, and he couldn't imagine that he would be the hexified Western Poison Ouyang Feng, the overlord of the Western Regions, one of the five uniques in the world, and he would die on the top of this Huashan Mountain today. It is really a place to be born and a place to die, what is the Nine Yin True Scripture, what martial arts are the first in the world, in the face of death, all this has become a vain, and for the first time in my heart, I have a trace of regret for coming to Zhongyuan.

However, there is no regret medicine to buy in the world, and even Ouyang Feng can't save him from the crisis at this time. And because of his discouragement, the tricks in his hand couldn't help but slow down, and suddenly Ling Muyun peeked out of the flaw, a sword swept over his shoulder, and his right arm flew out of his body, and suddenly a sharp pain swept through his nerves, only to make him cry out in pain.

Ling Muyun didn't stop with a sword success, as soon as the sword light was retracted, another palm slammed into Ouyang Feng's chest. And although Ouyang Feng was already in a trance of pain, the instinct of the master was still there, and without thinking about it, he raised the remaining left palm and struck towards Ling Muyun's palm.

There was a muffled sound, the two palms collided together, Ouyang Feng's face suddenly changed, it turned out that the internal force contained in his palm did not encounter the slightest resistance at all, and easily rushed into Ling Muyun's body.

But as soon as some internal force entered Ling Muyun's body, it was like flowing into a bottomless abyss, and it suddenly lost control, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. And what was even more terrifying was that it was like lighting a fuse, and even the true qi in his body seemed to be attracted by some strange power, and then poured out towards Ling Muyun's body like a flood that burst the embankment! Ouyang Feng was shocked in his heart, he had been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he had fought countless masters, but he had never encountered such a strange thing, and his own skills could not be controlled, and he was absorbed by others? It's hell alive!

Frightened, Ouyang Feng hurriedly urged to withdraw his palm, but this palm seemed to be stuck with Ling Muyun's palm, and he couldn't pull it open at all. And what was even more frightening was that the harder he struggled, the faster the true qi in his body flowed, at first it was just a river flowing, and then it was already a raging tide.

Ouyang Feng couldn't help but be shocked, internal force was the source of a martial artist's strength, if he continued to develop according to this trend, let Ling Muyun completely drain the true qi in his body, causing his origin to be damaged, then his superb martial arts could be regarded as useless! For a martial artist, especially a peerless master like him, the abolition of martial arts is even more sad than killing him!

I had the intention to blast Ling Muyun away and get rid of it, but my palm was stuck to Ling Muyun's palm, and I wanted to kick it, but because of the surging true qi in my body, I couldn't lift it up at all, and I didn't have the strength to attack, so I could only passively bear Ling Muyun's sucking, and my heart was extremely sad, I couldn't imagine that Ouyang Feng, who was a dignified Western poison, would one day fall into such a situation! For a while, I couldn't help but feel like I was dead! (To be continued......)