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Hate the infinite memories of the past, those ordinary are the happiness.

Thinking was infinitely sweet, and it will continue to be sweet in the future.

The ordinary suddenly turned into countless incredible magic, and on the other side is the condiment that evolves this magic to the extreme.

Those two swords suddenly came to life, turning into two divine dragons and evolving into infinite changes, no matter how imposing the water breeze was like a rainbow, how the waves crashed on the shore, after all, it was impossible to break through the blockade of the two divine dragons.

"Yi Shuifeng, you're defeated."

Cao Ziheng's voice sounded indifferently, the two divine dragons suddenly staggered, the characteristics and shortcomings of Songshan swordsmanship are as obvious, this kind of swordsmanship that pays attention to momentum, once the momentum is broken, it will seem to have no power.

Shuanglong strangulation, the sharp edge broke through Yi Shuifeng's sword momentum, after losing the sword momentum supported by internal strength, Yi Shuifeng's swordsmanship could not bear the power of the two swords at all.

A long sword suddenly flew out of Yi Shuifeng's hand.

The latter's figure shot out in a straight line at a rapid speed the moment the long sword flew out, out of the range of Cao Ziheng's double sword attack.

"The combination of two swords is really powerful."

Standing on the edge of the ring, Yi Shuifeng's face was slightly pale, but there was a raging fire in his eyes.

Losing to Cao Ziheng, this is something that Yi Shuifeng has never thought of, even if Yi Shuifeng at the foot of Hengshan Mountain has seen Cao Ziheng's unparalleled combination of swords, but, in Yi Shuifeng's view, the Songshan swordsmanship that was unleashed with his strong internal force is far from being comparable to Cao Ziheng's sword moves with both swords.

It's just that what Yi Shuifeng didn't expect was that Cao Ziheng's double sword combination was no longer a grade of existence compared to the one at the foot of Hengshan.

"Next, I'll show you more powerful punches and kicks."

Cao Ziheng snorted coldly, his hands trembled slightly, and the two long swords were suddenly embedded in the floor of the ring, and he slowly opened a set of boxing techniques, looking at Yi Shuifeng calmly.

This kind of self-confidence to the extreme, as if completely ignoring Yi Shuifeng's attitude, stimulates the latter enough.

"Okay, okay, then I want to see how strong your Cao Daxia's fist and foot kung fu is."

Yi Shuifeng laughed angrily, stretched out his palms in his hands, and an indifferent aura flowed out, and the two internal forces of Shaoyin and Shaoyang rippled completely harmoniously between his palms.

Yin and yang are born together, which is enough to make the internal force endless, and it is enough to increase the internal force by several chips, at this time, Yi Shuifeng's cold and ice true qi can no longer be called cold ice true qi, but should be called ice and fire true qi.

If there is no accident, Zuo Lengchan will prepare the internal power of the yang attribute for it, so as to achieve the purpose of yin and yang.

In her mind, Zhang Meier's information about Yi Shuifeng emerged.

The corners of Cao Ziheng's mouth showed a faint sneer, he was so stimulating Yi Shuifeng at this time to provoke this man, not to rely on this to defeat Yi Shuifeng, in fact, from the beginning of knowing that Yi Shuifeng's cultivation was the internal strength of the yin and yang attributes, Cao Ziheng already knew that Yi Shuifeng could not threaten him.

Since Yi Shuifeng's yang attribute internal power is derived from Xiao Ao, then the Yin attribute internal power is about the same level as the internal power in Xiao Ao.

And throughout the gold world, there is no one that can surpass the nine yin and nine yang in the internal power of the yin and yang attributes.

Yi Shuifeng's palm technique had already unfolded, and the two breaths of cold and blazing suddenly swept away, and there was a faint hot air flow of frost and light red blowing, and the two air currents had instantly enveloped Cao Ziheng under the drive of the top palm technique of the Songshan faction.

The two attributes of ice and fire, if you change your opponent, even if your martial arts are stronger than Yi Shuifeng, you will have to be in a hurry.

"Yin and Yang dual attributes, easy water and wind, it's hard for you to still have this kind of power, but unfortunately, it's a joke to play with the internal force of yin and yang attributes in front of me."

It's just that Cao Ziheng, who was wrapped in the breath of Yi Shuifeng, ice and fire, made a slight mocking sound, and suddenly, a fist and a palm attacked, the fist was a big demon fist, and the palm was the eighteen palms of the dragon.

The same one yin and one yang, the big demon fist driven by the internal force of the nine yin, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending driven by the internal force of the nine yang.

Like a violent flood rushing through, Yi Shuifeng's strength was completely driven by the power of one punch and one palm to drive Yi Shuifeng, and even completely fused with the power of Cao Ziheng's punch and palm.

"No, it can't be."

Yi Shuifeng's face was stunned, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him at all, but the roaring energy had already hit his chest hard, knocking him out.

"Yi Shuifeng, have you ever thought that teaming up with your companions to kill the leader of the Left Alliance would make you fall to this point, do you regret killing the leader of the Left Alliance?"

Suddenly, Cao Ziheng roared, and in mid-air, Yi Shuifeng's eyes subconsciously followed Cao Ziheng's roar, and suddenly made contact with Cao Ziheng's faint gaze, and in an instant, Yi Shuifeng's thinking completely dissipated.

"Nonsense, there's nothing wrong with killing Zuo Lengchan, what I'm wrong is that I shouldn't underestimate you."

In mid-air, Yi Shuifeng roared with dull eyes, and under the ring, many disciples of the Wuyue League suddenly became agitated, Zuo Lengchan was actually killed by Yi Shuifeng and his companions.

"Take down Yi Shuifeng's companions."

Under the ring, the remaining thirteen Taibao of the Songshan faction immediately ordered the Songshan disciples, in the past, those contractors were all ordered by Yi Shuifeng, so who was Yi Shuifeng's companion in the Songshan faction had no secrets.

"Damn it."

The body fell on the ring, and the violent vibration made Yi Shuifeng finally wake up from the soul transfer, and at that moment, this guy roared angrily, and then looked at Emperor Shiwu under the ring.

"Monk, save me."

A sharp roar came from the mouth of Yi Shuifeng, and under the ring, Emperor Shiwu suddenly raised his head, and he didn't make a gesture, and his figure had already turned from sitting cross-legged into an arrow shooting directly into the ring.

"Monk, give me back the lives of thirty-eight ants."

At this moment, a leisurely voice in the jungle next to him suddenly came, and Emperor Shiwu's face, who was shooting towards the ring, suddenly changed.

"Xie Lei, return the monk's scriptures."

In mid-air, the monk turned in the opposite direction, a few flickering flashes had disappeared, and in the ring, Yi Shuifeng's face suddenly became sluggish.

"Today, no one can save you."

Cao Ziheng smiled slightly and slowly walked towards Yi Shuifeng.

"Slow down, slow down, Cao Ziheng, the confrontation hasn't started yet, now you kill me, there is no benefit, we are all from the Wuyue Alliance, and for the time being, we are still in the same camp."

In the ring, Yi Shuifeng whispered anxiously, cold sweat slid down the man's cheeks, obviously, the man didn't want to die.

"Uncles of the Songshan faction, you still think that Yi Shuifeng is a disciple of the Songshan faction, this guy has a deep enmity with me, if you expel him from the Songshan faction, I will Cao Ziheng owe you a favor."

In the ring, Cao Ziheng roared, and Yi Shuifeng's face instantly turned pale.

After this war, there is no doubt that Huashan has become the main body of the Wuyue faction, and the plot characters who do not know the identity of Cao Ziheng's contractor can even conclude that Cao Ziheng is the future head of Wuyue, where can those old guys of the Songshan faction be unable to get along with Cao Ziheng at this time.

"Senior nephew Ziheng, you can do what you want, and now I will expel Yi Shuifeng from the division on behalf of Songshan."

Sure enough, the voice of someone in the Songshan Thirteen Taibao soon sounded under the ring.

"Mu Tianyun, you haven't come out yet, there is no benefit to you if LZ is dead."

Seeing that Cao Ziheng was already killing himself, Yi Shuifeng's green tendons on his neck burst out, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

"Hehe, I watched the excitement and forgot to come out."

This roar fell, and a gentle and elegant voice had already sounded, and then, a group of warriors wearing Sun Moon Sect costumes kept coming out of the surroundings, "Originally, I thought that Cao Ziheng could cause you more trouble, and then you won miserably, I easily led the Holy Sect to victory, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was you who were easily defeated, and I also wanted me to clean up Cao Ziheng and these people from the Wuyue Alliance with more hands and feet." ”

Mu Tianyun glanced at the ring with a slight disappointment on his face, and then glanced at the bottom of the ring, "This yellow finch really doesn't have any sense of accomplishment." ”

"There's no sense of accomplishment, just because you're not a yellow finch at all."

In the ring, Cao Ziheng looked at Mu Tianyun, whose face was full of expressions, and suddenly sneered, in his sight, Zhang Mei'er's figure was rushing from a distance, and Zhang Mei'er was followed by an old man with a majestic appearance, an old man with a medicine box on his back, and Ling Hu Chong.

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