He was hit by three swords on his body, his robe was stained red with blood, and the finger bones of Ma Feixiong holding the sword were all broken twice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a smile on his face, his heart was full of indescribable joy, as a martial artist of the Eight Mansions, he was able to fight with a general-level master, not only survived, but also left a wound on the other party, which is indeed something to be proud of.

Boss Lin's face was very ugly, he touched the half-foot-long wound on his chest, and the severe pain made him more and more sober, now is not the time for him to be angry.

But now is not the time, when is the time, decide now, kill these little guys.

The murderous aura accumulated for more than 20 years spread overwhelmingly, and Ma Feixiong and Zhuo Wenxuan, who were standing opposite, turned pale in an instant, and took a few steps back in a row, only then did they stabilize their bodies.

But Liu Zihong didn't care at all, Jiuyang's true qi ran spontaneously, he was strong, the breeze was blowing Songgang, he was horizontal, and the bright moon shone on the river, which in itself was the purpose of Jiuyang's divine skills.

His face was very calm, his vigilance had reached its peak, and it was the first time he faced such a powerful opponent, Liu Zihong had no confidence that he could defeat the other party.

As a pure wind warrior, the swordsmanship practiced by Boss Lin naturally pays attention to a fast word, even compared with the wind fast sword, it is not inferior, and it is even a little suppressive.

Instinctively swinging the sword, Liu Zihong's green steel sword drew an arc, the horizontal sword was in front of him, and after three clanging sounds, he took three steps back in a row to block Boss Lin's attack.

Cold sweat has begun to break out on his back, if it weren't for the sword heart, he would definitely not be able to take down the sword just now, and he had just blessed his soul and displayed the Hengshan sword technique that focused on defense.

The overwhelming sword shadow shrouded Liu Zihong, and by the way, Ma Feixiong also shrouded in.

There was only the wind left in the whole world, and the robe was blown up by the wind, which greatly restricted Liu Zihong's movements, and even felt that there was a huge force pushing himself towards the sword shadow of Boss Lin.

The Hengshan Sword Technique, which entered the house, played a huge role at this time, not only protecting himself, but also protecting Ma Feixiong.

The attack took a long time, at least in Liu Zihong's opinion, and when the sword shadow disappeared from the sky, he felt that his arm was numb, and his wrist hurt under the movement.

When I looked down again, I didn't know when, there were already a few more wounds, and now when I relaxed, the severe pain hit, and I almost fainted when I was black.

"Yes, it can indeed be called a genius, but it's a pity!" Boss Lin looked at Liu Zihong appreciatively, and then shook his head, such a genius is going to die under his own sword.

"It's just a little chance, I can't afford to be praised by Boss Lin!" The dead duck has a hard mouth, and he is talking about the current Liu Zihong, and most of Jiuyang's true qi has been consumed to repair his injuries.

Ma Feixiong took half a step forward, and the eight mansions in his body were already boiling, and the Yuan Force of the Wind and Fire system began to surge out.

He mastered the most powerful killing move, which came from the secret book of the Hou family of the Broken Army, and at this stage of his life, he could not master it, but when he was cultivating the Tempest Fast Sword, he accidentally mastered some true intentions.

The wind and fire sword, the whole person seems to be about to burn, the wind helps the fire, at this time it is vividly revealed, the green steel sword is burning with fire power, as if to ignite the howling wind.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ma Feixiong swung his sword towards Boss Lin, and the wind and fire yuan power of the Eight Mansions in his body was surging, pouring out without the slightest reservation.

Don't leave a chance for the other party, and don't leave a way back for yourself, this is the martial arts in Ma Feixiong's heart.

Boss Lin didn't want to take this move hard, and his body took up layers of phantoms and disappeared in front of Ma Feixiong.

Standing more than ten meters on the side, Zhuo Wenxuan didn't speak, it seemed that this person had disappeared from the scene, and no one cared too much about him, and this was what Zhuo Wenxuan needed.

The Thirty-six Hurricane Fast Sword blocked Boss Lin's figure sharply, trying to force him back.

However, at this moment, Boss Lin's body suddenly accelerated, and he forcibly smashed into the sky sword shadow, and the sword accurately hit Zhuo Wenxuan's green steel sword, accompanied by Feng Yuanli's fierce impact on his chest.

Zhuo Wenxuan's body flew out directly, hit the wall on the side of the road, and then fell to the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his already pale face became more and more pale.

The wind and fire sword finally affected Boss Lin, and most of the clothes on his body were destroyed, leaving several wounds, sandwiched in the shadow of the sword, Liu Zihong once again actually came out of the first style of Tang Shi swordsmanship, and the green steel sword passed through Boss Lin's ribs, leaving a wound half an inch deep.

As soon as the sword came out, Ma Feixiong couldn't support it anymore, his body staggered back a few steps, and he sat on the ground, and the green steel sword in his hand was thrown on the ground, making a piercing sound, turning into a pile of fragments.

The wind swrew, and Boss Lin reappeared in front of Liu Zihong, and the distance between the two sides was only four or five meters, but it didn't look like the situation was good.

"I still underestimate you!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Liu Zihong's face was silent, even his breathing was cautious, and the wound was touched in front of him.

Even if the first style of Tang Shi's swordsmanship is displayed now, it is just a formless, and it is difficult to protect itself, where is there any sword to test the world's courage.

The two brothers were seriously injured, Zhuo Wenxuan was barely able to stand up, if he fell, they could only wait for death, and in an instant, Zhuo Wenxuan seemed to be back to more than a year ago, when he crawled towards the shade of the tree.

People often burst out with great courage when they are desperate, and there is no other way than to fight to the death.

Closing his eyes, Liu Zihong's body quickly cooled down, and the picture of a year ago appeared in his mind, under the scorching sun, his scarred body, dragging a long trail of blood, the target was the shade of a tree not far away, although it was as slow as a snail, but it was very firm.

"Don't Yan Dan here, the strong man is rushing to the crown. In the past, there were no people, and today the water is still cold. "The second style of Tang poetry swordsmanship "Yishui Song", the sword trick echoed in the mind of the sixth middle school.

It was also the last effort that burst out of despair, but would he end up in failure, the green steel sword had been cut into a gap, Liu Zihong unconsciously drew out the arc of Xuanao, and his body crashed into the sword shadow of Boss Lin.

The sword rose and fell, but in an instant, Boss Lin's sword shadow disappeared in front of the people, and the two stood back to back.

Liu Zihong's green steel sword stabbed into Boss Lin's heart with difficulty, and the second half could no longer withstand the sword intent and turned into a few pieces of broken iron, but the strong sword intent still stirred up Boss Lin's internal organs.

A big hole was broken in the abdomen, directly penetrating the back, and there was still Feng Yuan Force circling, causing a steady stream of damage to Liu Zihong, and in the end he won, Liu Zihong looked up at the sky, it was very clear, but his eyes were a little dazzling, and he was warm on his face.