Ji Tong let out a terrible howl, and his rushing body was hit upside down by a huge force, and a mouthful of bloody arrows spurted out of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground, killing him on the spot!

The audience was silent.

"This ...... Ji Tong is the strongest person among the twelve Feipeng, but he didn't expect to take a sword. ”

"Uncle Tai's strength is so strong, Jitong is not an opponent at all."

A brief silence was followed by a whisper of discussion.

At this time, the warriors of the Sun family burst into cheers, this Jitong is the number one thug of King Wanpeng, suppressing the Sun family, there is a figure of him, how many brothers have died in his hands, and now they are dead, how can they not be happy.

Uncle Tai's killing of Ji Tong seemed to be a trivial matter, turned his head to look at King Wanpeng, and said with a smile: "Let me teach your Excellency's amazing skills!" ”

A kendo master, a predator who is mighty in Jiangnan, has finally reached the inevitable moment of decisive battle.

As Uncle Tai's words came out, with a bang, the big sword behind his back came out of its sheath, and the blue light was boundless, and a sword stabbed out.

Uncle Tai sang loudly, like a song: "I don't know the ebb and flow of the tide, the blue sea is a song for the king......"

Among all his swordsmanship, only Bihai Chaosheng swordsmanship is the best, and in this battle, he used his best stunt to deal with King Wanpeng.

With a sword stabbed, the sword momentum turned into a waveless sea, no wind and no waves, seagulls circling, fish frolicking, it is the blue sea tide swordsmanship - the first type of vast blue sea.

Uncle Tai's sword, as fast as lightning, with an ethereal momentum, enveloped the whole body of King Wanpeng, flickering, I don't know which part of the body is the target. However, Wanpeng Wang shook the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no vain under his fame, so how could he be a vain person. The internal qi is running, the robe is automatic without wind, and the palms are flying, like a fire phoenix soaring, slapping at Uncle Tai's long sword from the bottom up.

King Wanpeng could see Uncle Tai's swordsmanship at a glance, once he used it with this sword. The next move will be like the Yangtze River, endless, and he will definitely fall into the offensive, so he made up his mind to break this sword.

Touch!

The sound of the clash of qi came from the moment when the palms collided with the greatsword.

King Wanpeng did not fear the smoke twilight sword, but his arm was sore, and he felt that the opponent's big sword did not move at all, and his palms trembled. The body also involuntarily lost stability and took two steps back.

King Wanpeng was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly concentrated on his luck, snorted lightly, and stood firm. The right arm was sore, and he couldn't use his full strength, so he shouted loudly, and his momentum soared. Carrying the internal strength of decades of hard work, the left palm shot straight out.

"Peach blossoms are flying to tell the past. Smoke and willow leaves flutter in the wind. ”

When the song started again, Uncle Tai's sword suddenly slashed out, and the volcano at the bottom of the sea, which was originally calm, gradually became active, and the undercurrent surged, becoming more and more intense. It's like it's going to erupt at any moment. The second style of the blue sea tide swordsmanship - dark turbulence.

The blue sea tide is born of swordsmanship, the emphasis is not heavy, and the moves run at will.

The sound of a vigorous exchange sounded again.

King Wanpeng's arms shook, and although his palm power was extremely strong, he avoided the blade of the incomparably sharp Smoke Greatsword. hit the sword, but how to resist Uncle Tai's scorching strength and extreme strength.

However, when the Yanwei Great Sword received this blow, it froze slightly, and then continued to slash towards the cheek of King Wanpeng like a shadow, and the speed was very fast.

Wan Peng Wang was a little shot, turned his head and avoided it, the three-inch sword qi on the sword was cold with murderous intent, cold to the bone marrow, and actually cut a sword mark on his face, and blood flowed out.

"Do whatever you want?"

King Wanpeng was surprised, the other party's swordsmanship had reached the point of doing whatever he wanted, but King Wanpeng had debuted for decades, and he had spent so much time in the near future, so he immediately shouted, his footsteps were linked, and he retreated quickly, like a meteor in the air.

He retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, widened the distance, spread his hands, and his body fell forward, like a tiger, his momentum was mighty, and his qi locked on Uncle Tai.

Uncle Tai naturally knows the stability of his swordsmanship, he has practiced like a rock, among the top masters in this world, there are only a handful of big swords that can beat him, this Wanpeng King is not in this case, but this person's ability to adapt to emergencies makes him have to think differently.

"The peach blossoms fly to mourn the past, and the blue sea is still wandering."

The big sword moved, the body moved, accompanied by the singing. The big sword moved again, the kung fu of the luck Jin Yangong, the body flew high, fell towards the king of Wanpeng, a sword slashed out, the sword momentum changed again, the submarine volcano finally erupted, the tide surged, the tide in the distance slowly pushed closer, gradually faster and faster, layer by layer, fierce and unscrupulous, rolling people into the tide. It is the third form of the blue sea tide swordsmanship - the turbulent waves.

Although King Wanpeng had reached the realm of the top master, in the face of the power of this sword, he did not dare to take it hard, and hurriedly ran a light skill, flashing away, leaving an afterimage.

But Uncle Tai used this sword, and the air around him moved with a sword, enveloping the whole body of King Wanpeng, and he tried his best to avoid it.

Uncle Tai slammed a sword on the ground, the bluestone was torn apart, the big sword shook suddenly, and the split bluestone immediately swept towards the king of Wanpeng like a torrential rain.

King Wanpeng roared lightly, his palms moved, his palms were heavy, and the bluestones that were torn apart were all knocked out.

"Sing this song again to wither the sun and the moon, and the waves are all over the world."

Uncle Tai's big sword moved again, and with the fetters of the bluestone, a sword stabbed over, and the white waves rolled, and the peaks became mountains, stabbing towards the king of Wanpeng with a majestic momentum.

It is the fourth style of the blue sea tide swordsmanship - the white waves and peaks.

King Wanpeng shouted loudly and began to fight back, waving his hands, and the internal force was running to the extreme, like a violent wind, twenty palms were blasted out in an instant, and the sound of breaking the air with a whining sound seemed to be like a howling wind.

King Wanpeng has been crisscrossing the south of the Yangtze River for so many years, how can he be easy to match, this time he launched a ruthless attack, and the end is extremely powerful.

The two of them exchanged swords, and between the ups and downs, the people around them were dizzy and dizzy, and they were overwhelmed, and they sighed that Uncle Tai's swordsmanship was superb, and he was able to fight with the deep internal strength of King Wanpeng to such an extent.

Uncle Tai's Xuantian weak water sword qi in his body is also strong, and King Wanpeng is ruthless this time, but it is really a palm slammed over a palm, and the strong wind is howling, stirring the entire space of several zhang square, but it is resolved one by one by Uncle Tai's sword-like sword.

No matter how fast and fierce Wanpeng King's offensive was, it finally reached the level of a river and a landslide, but it couldn't break through Uncle Tai's defense.

The sound of thump-thm-thump-thm

The two of them attacked and defended, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than forty moves.

In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them have turned into two balls of light and shadow, moving at high speed, and they can't see clearly at all.

King Wanpeng attacked more than a hundred moves in a row, but such a high-density attack made his internal qi seriously consumed, his sharpness gradually lost, and flaws were exposed in his palms.

"With a flick of his fingers, the storm rises, and he is too vain to step back to Tiangang."

Uncle Tai roared softly, and a sword slashed out, as if a violent wind rose above the sea, and black clouds overwhelmed the city, and lightning and thunder roared between the rapid circulation, which grabbed people's hearts. This sword is slashing at the flaw in the sword of the Wanpeng King! It is the fifth form of the blue sea tide swordsmanship - the wind and clouds flying.

A cloud of blood mist burst out, and the palm was forced, and a figure flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

Blood spurted wildly, long sword marks were split between the chest and abdomen, and the heart was split in half by the sword qi, and he died.

Uncle Tai slammed his feet on the ground, returned the big sword to the sheath, looked at the corpse of King Wanpeng, and slowly spit out: "Tongdang is a big peng, raise your wings and rub the sky." Maybe this is the origin of your Wanpeng King's name, and being able to die under the blue sea tide swordsmanship can also be regarded as your destiny. ”

When the Twelve Feipeng saw the tragic death of the King of Wanpeng, they rushed out one after another, and desperately drew their knives and rushed towards the uncle.

Boom!

The long sword with a glittering cold light was unsheathed, and the white-clothed Ximen blowing snow floated down from the roof, like plum blossoms, weeping willows fluttering, ethereal, soft and tortuous, and in an instant, in a little cold light, the twelve Feipeng all died under the sword. (To be continued.) )