If Feng Tingwei and the Jade Sword Sect disciples each sent out a hundred people, the two sides found an open place to start a big fight, and Feng Tingwei, who was good at battlefield cooperation and order prohibition, would definitely be able to kill the Jade Sword Sect disciples in pieces, or even very little damage. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But if you change to a single person with a small space, the four black-clothed servants from Feng Tingwei are a bit clumsy.

The beard turned grief and anger into strength, coupled with the table legs in his hand, the swordsmanship of this sect made it more mellow than usual, and a few sticks knocked one of the black-clothed guards to the ground, and went up to hold a violent beating, knocking the opponent's head like Shakyamuni Buddha, and in some places there were broken openings, and blood flowed for a long time.

The good times didn't last long, and the black-clothed guard who was beaten with pimples on his head was also a fierce man, and he used some kind of secret method, and the qi machine erupted out, and the murderous qi spread out of the body, just a punch, smashing the beard a few feet away.

Several other Jade Sword Sect disciples surrounded the other three black-clothed people, but unlike the two people next to them who fought to the death, several of them were staring at each other, and no one made the first move.

The three black-clothed people didn't dare to make a move because they saw their colleagues being beaten miserably, while several people from the Jade Sword Gate were afraid of each other's backgrounds and were unwilling to make a bird. They and Feng Tingwei are not a deep hatred, who is willing to go and play with their lives? If they beat up the guards with a noble status, it is estimated that the Jade Sword Sect will not be able to protect itself.

After a while, a disciple of the Jade Sword Sect really felt that it was too unreasonable, and roared loudly, and flew at the three of them with a punch, but the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and the fist was light and fluttering, and he did not exert any strength.

The rest of the people turned around, secretly praising this brother's brain for turning fast, all of them painted the scoop according to the gourd, and went up to punch me and kick me, and the mouth was more cheerful than the other, not seeking to hurt people, only the voice.

The three black-clothed guards were suddenly startled!

But with the gentle fist hitting the body, he suddenly woke up, and with the roar on the other side, he also shouted again and again, but he didn't dare to use his internal strength in his hands, in case someone hurt him, annoyed him, and hit his eyes, what should he do?

So the seemingly lively scene is actually just fooling the master.

Hua Wuyan hid in the corner, secretly observing the battle situation, and when he saw the ridiculous performance here, he shook his head, and then set his eyes on the two main masters.

Feng Zhengming has survived in the Western Xinjiang army for several years, fought with barbarians with real knives and guns many times, seen mountains of corpses and sea of blood, and personally cut off many heads of barbarians, and has rich experience in fighting for his life. Even if the opponent's realm is slightly higher, it is still the little marquis who has some advantages, he is tall and has long arms, and he majored in boxing and knife techniques, even if he does not have a blade in his hand, he can use boxing to defeat the enemy, and a random move makes Yuzhuo quite difficult to resist.

Feng Zhengming's right leg took a step, sealing the route that Yu Zhuo wanted to dodge, and his fists brought up a cold strong wind, and smashed into Yu Zhuo's chest!

Even Hua Wuyan, who is a few feet away, can feel the fierce fist wind!

Yu Zhuo had no way out, he could only hit it hard, his handsome face became hideous, and he picked up the unique "White Jade Gong" of Yujian Gate, his hands instantly turned white, Duanping turned into two palms, sticking to Feng Zhengming's fists, and used a unique move to tide seven stacks, and slapped it away!

The tide is three stacks, it is the most outstanding disciple Yuxiu in the door decades ago, watching the Qiantang tide comprehended the mysterious swordsmanship, practicing to the extreme, the sword momentum is advancing layer by layer, a tide is stronger than a tide, a tide is greater than a tide, although there is only one move, but a total of seven layers of dark energy have surged out one after another, which is the unique move of the Jade Sword Gate. Even on the rivers and lakes where there are many masters, there are seven stacks of tides unique to the Jade Sword Gate, which can be described as prestigious.

It's a pity that the seven stacks of the tide are swordsmanship after all, and Yu Zhuo changed it to a palm technique, and the power was weakened a lot at first, plus the moves were not skilled enough, and he only practiced three stacks of stamina, and he didn't play the essence of the moves at all.

Feng Zhengming has been immersed in the fist method for more than ten years, and has faced the enemy thousands of times, and as soon as he comes into contact, he knows the dark power behind Yu Zhuo's palm. The little marquis sneered, his boots slammed to the floor, extracted all his strength, and leaked out!

Hua Wuyan only felt violently shaking, and the entire second floor of Tianxiang Pavilion was almost trampled on by the little marquis.

Yu Zhuo was as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and his body passed through the partition wall and fell into the box next to him.

Hua Wuyan saw that Yu Zhuo was injured, and secretly weighed the pros and cons in his heart.

If Yu Zhuo is killed or seriously injured, then there is actually no trouble for his enemy Yujianmen, at most, let the Southwest Houfu send someone to comfort and apologize, maybe the two sides can reconcile regardless of their previous suspicions. A young master in exchange for the full support of the Southwest Houfu is definitely something that the decisive Yukui Xing is happy to see. After all, there are several sons, but the southwest Houfu hangs like a deadly knife around his neck.

But if Feng Zhengming is seriously injured or killed, the Jade Sword Gate will never be able to bear this heavy responsibility, after all, the other party is a royal family member, and he is the only son of a feudal official, and he is still the commander of Feng Tingwei in reputation. casually took out an identity, and it made the Jianghu Grass and Jade Sword Gate unbearable.

Therefore, in this conflict, Feng Zhengming must be injured or killed, so as to be more conducive to his plan to overthrow the Jade Sword Gate!

After Hua Wuyan made up his mind, he took off the fancy sword used to decorate the wall and threw it at Yuzhuo, who was lying on the ground.

"Senior brother, go on!"

Yu Zhuo has a sword in his hand, and his spirit is greatly lifted! The Jade Sword Sect was originally based on sharp swordsmanship, and fist and foot kung fu were not considered strong points, otherwise the name of the sect would not have a word "sword" in it.

Yu Zhuo used his internal strength to forcibly suppress the injury. Although this method is a bit reckless, and it is very likely to leave a dark disease, but now that the little Hou Ye has an iron fist, his life is still at stake, and the dark disease or something will be left behind.

Feng Zhengming didn't stop Hua Wuyan from throwing the sword to Yu Zhuo, still putting on that underwhelming expression, licking the corners of his mouth, and said arrogantly: "I want to see if the young master has the sword in his hand, and he is still as weak as he was just now." ”

Suddenly feeling that the words he used were extremely appropriate, the little marquis shook his head, and said with a strange smile: "I can't help but be 'windy', tsk, I didn't think that this commander had the talent to learn literature before, but I didn't expect to hit the young master a few times, and it actually became so literary." It seems that he will have to beat the master of the sect a few more times, and next year, the commander will be able to go back to Xizhong City to take the exam as a literary champion, hahaha!"

Hearing his ridicule, Yu Zhuo's face turned iron-blue, his wrist flicked, and the jet-black sword scabbard suddenly attacked Feng Zhengchun's door like a black snake, and the sword in Yu Zhuo's hand came first, pulling out several white sword flowers, quietly blooming, and suddenly flashing out.

The smug Feng Zhengchun's eyes narrowed, but he didn't expect that Yu Zhuo, who had a sword in his hand, was very different from just now, and his swordsmanship was so exquisite, without the slightest flaw. In desperation, the little marquis leaned his body and retreated sharply, his hands were striking, wanting to break wave after wave of sword moves.

Yu Zhuo was ruthless by nature, and when he was ridiculed by him, he was already carried away with anger, and his subordinates did not leave any room, obviously wanting to poke a few holes in the little marquis before he was willing to stop.

"Snort......"

Feng Zhengming's shirt was cut by the tip of the sword, revealing the thick chest hair on his chest, only one inch away, and the little marquis had to be disemboweled.

Yu Zhuo was unforgiving, used the "Yuxiu Sword Technique", and continued to attack Feng Zhengming.

Yu Zhuo has been practicing family swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is close to becoming a master, which is naturally much stronger than Yulian. The tip of the sword gave birth to a three-inch blue and white sword, and every time it was swung, it carved deep marks on the surrounding wooden walls.

The little marquis was forced to retreat, only the ability to parry, no power to fight back, and if he didn't pay attention, he was stabbed in the shoulder blade by the sword, which was more than an inch deep.

The little marquis is furious!

In Gu Dian on his own territory, he also let people poke a hole, and after it was transmitted to the capital, let those princes and grandsons hear it, where will they put their faces? With this stain, you must not be stumbled for a lifetime?

Feng Zhengming, who has a good face, will have a heart, spit out, the middle dantian and the lower dantian are running rapidly, and everyone in the box can feel the breath of the little marquis like a river bursting embankment rushing out, with Feng Zhengming bursting and shouting "The wind rises!", the strong wind moves slowly, intensifies, and it is like a knife in the back, pounced on everyone's faces, and it hurts.

The four black-clothed guards suddenly shouted in panic: "Grand Commander, no!"

Great Wind Gong!

The unique secret method of the West Wind royal family is extremely powerful! After using this skill, the thickness of the internal strength can reach three times that of usual. However, the requirements of Dafeng Gong are extremely high, and the internal strength and physical cultivation are not at a certain level, so they cannot be used blindly. At worst, he lay in bed to recuperate for a period of time, and at worst, his body was overwhelmed and he died.

Feng Zhengming obviously didn't reach the level where he could control the Great Wind Gong, but after he was injured, he was almost insane, and he couldn't care about it so much.

After the little marquis carried the Great Wind Gong, his eyes were red, his body was swollen, and the exposed muscles and flesh exploded layer by layer, as if possessed by an ancient demon god. As soon as you exhale and inhale, you can clearly see the pale red evil breath coming out of your mouth and nose.

Feng Zhengming's gestures at this moment can bring up a cold and strong wind, and even Hua Wuyan, who hid at the door, can feel the powerful and incomparable destructive power, he glared and muttered: "Is this still a fucking human?!"

Feng Zhengming's eyes became evil, staring at Yu Zhuo, and his voice was hoarse, "Come and fight!"

Yu Zhuo looked at the murderous little marquis, but he was reluctant to do it in his heart, and his steps retreated again and again, ready to jump down from the window, and ran away first.

How could Feng Zhengming let him get his wish, burst up with a movement speed several times stronger than just now, ran to Yu Zhuo's side, his body suddenly swept up, and smashed down with a punch!

The fist style alone made Yu Zhuo's handsome face deform sharply!

Yu Zhuo had no way to retreat, and he couldn't take too much care of the life and death moment, his eyes were full of anger, and he used the desperate move of "Yuxiu Swordsmanship" in the electric light and flint, "Jade Crushing People Die", the tip of the sword drew countless tiny arcs, trembling frequently, and Bai Mang piled up a dazzling sword curtain, and the fist of the little marquis exploded in one place!

A punch burst out like a mountain.

The sword qi waves are like a pond.

The sharp sound of piercing the eardrum had not yet dissipated, and the second floor of the carefully built Tianxiang Pavilion suddenly collapsed!

Dust and smoke!

Hua Wuyan saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly lifted his internal force to protect himself, held his head with both hands, and fell down.

Fortunately, after the guests of Tianxiang Pavilion heard the movement on the second floor, they had already run away, and even the boss and maid heard that the little marquis and the young master were fighting, and they were afraid that they would be affected by the pond fish, so they didn't even want the restaurant, and hid in the street to watch from afar.

Hua Wuyan was lucky, but his shoulder was smashed and dislocated, shaking off the dust on his head, and when he looked secretly, he saw Yu Zhuo lying in the ruins, and his left body collapsed at an abnormal amplitude, paralyzed like mud.

And the little marquis was a little red, without the domineering aura of the ancient gods and demons possessed just now, he fell weakly in the street, only breathing, not breathing, and his face was pale.

Hua Wuyan, who escaped death, smiled coldly, "This time, I'll see how your Jade Sword Gate ends!"