The wind and rain shook violently, and they were all dispersed by the strong true qi of the two.

The two of them stepped forward, their palms together, just to test a move, they had such a powerful power, their true anger swayed their robes, and they hunted.

The old fisher couldn't help but take two steps back and stand still, while Mo Hanfeng took three or four steps back, and the two of them didn't say anything, and immediately rushed up again.

Mo Hanfeng slashed down with a phoenix mouth knife in his hand, if there was a momentum to open the mountain, the blade did not touch the slightest rain, carrying the strong true qi, faintly making the sound of the phoenix roaring, and the sharp cold light made people's scalps tingle.

The difference in strength between the two is not large, and the old man naturally did not dare to take his full blow, and when his wrist flipped and waved, the extremely tough fishing line danced like a dragon snake in the rain, sweeping towards Mo Hanfeng, and the hook with a barbed hook at the end was like a snake's teeth and dragon claws, vicious and fierce, and it hurt when touched.

As the old fisherman dodged and retreated, Mo Hanfeng only chased a few steps, and was surrounded by the fishing lines around him, and immediately swung his phoenix mouth knife to cut these annoying fishing lines.

Seeing this, the old fisher immediately leaked the strength in his hand, the fishing line suddenly became soft and weak, the phoenix mouth knife is mainly dull and heavy, although the blade is sharp, but it is not nothing, at this moment, it is just and soft, as if it is cut in the air, and a little strength is wasted.

"The fishing line made of silk on my day cannot be broken if it is not a famous sword from all over the world, although your pineapple flower knife is powerful, but it can't help me."

The old fisherman sneered, and when the opponent's knife power was dissipated, he pulled the fishing line back, and with a wave of his long arm, the fishing line changed from curved to straight, and there was a whip sound in the air, which shook the rain and scattered it.

"The old fisher is a good method, but I don't know if you are like the silk on this day, cutting and stopping!"

Mo Hanfeng saw that he had eaten twice in a row, and his fighting spirit had already reached its peak, and at this moment he rushed away in the rain, and the phoenix mouth knife in his hand was swung dozens of times, and the strength of the force split the ground with more than ten meters of knife marks, and the knife technique was swift and violent, so that Yu Lao did not dare to relax in the slightest, three or four of which could be avoided, only to hear a pop, the cloth on his body was injured when he wiped it, and his heart was thrilling.

Dodged again and again, but the other party made progress to keep up, and kept within the attack range of the phoenix mouth knife.

This knife is thrilling in every way, and if you are not careful, you will either have your head cut off or your arm cut off. Fortunately, with the rich combat experience of the fishing elder, he quickly caught a flaw in the opponent and swung his fishing rod to hit the opponent directly.

Mo Hanfeng was taken aback, and put his long handle in front of him to block the blow, and the huge force from his arms directly knocked him down and retreated.

Seeing this, the fisherman opened the distance between the two, waving the fishing rod, the fishing line in the air like a silver snake spitting letters, killing each other, the fishing hook was cold and cold, swinging left and right, making people elusive.

When Mo Hanfeng retreated, he drained all the remaining strength of his arms, and suddenly felt a strong wind coming, and immediately slashed with his knife, only to listen to the bell, and the fishing hook was bounced open, but it was intact.

He was shocked in his heart, and then suddenly realized that even the fishing line was made of silk, and this fishing hook was not extraordinarily iron.

Blocked by a blow, Yu Lao was not in a hurry, at this moment he occupied a geographical advantage, a few zhang away, no matter how the other party played, he could not get close, but he could continue to attack the other party.

I saw that Mo Hanfeng kept swinging his knife to meet the sharp fishing hook, and as soon as he was about to get close, he was blocked by the fishing line coiled on the ground.

The two were at an impasse for a while, and the fisherman was at ease, although he was separated by a few feet of fishing line, the fishing hook could be driven like an arm, flexible and changeable. On the other hand, Mo Hanfeng dealt with it carefully, whenever he wanted to take a step forward, he would take a step back, and he was helpless for a while in the face of strange and tricky attack methods.

Yang Ling and Wen Qing in the canopy watched with relish, the two in front of them are the world's first-class masters, the competition between the two sides is naturally very valuable to watch, Yang Ling has not seen a master with a whip, although the fishing rod used by the old fisher at the moment is a fishing rod, but its essence is the same as the long whip, and because the fishing rod and fishing line are longer, the difficulty of control is not much stronger, but at this moment he is still made tiger and tiger, which shows the depth of his kung fu.

I couldn't help but silently think about how I faced such a dilemma and how to solve it.

This game must be his own short, attack the other's long, if he holds a sword, it must be difficult to get close, but the opponent's fishing line hook is extraordinary, ordinary swords are difficult to break, if trapped, I am afraid that it will consume physical strength for no reason, until defeat, this entwined hook, think about it is really annoying.

"Uncle Shi, if it were you, how would you crack this game?"

At this moment, Wen Qing looked at Yang Ling and asked.

The latter's face was slightly embarrassed, and he was about to say that he had no solution for the time being, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the silk threads that swirled in the sky coiled together in a spiral, and a flash of realization flashed in his heart.

"Yes, if you wrap your true qi around the outside of the sword body, stab it from the middle door, and the other party attacks with a fishing hook, dodges sideways, don't pay attention to it, and then rotate the long sword to stir the fishing line, so that it is coiled together, the fishing line is a soft thing, even if there is a blessing of true qi, it is not as good as a sharp sword, after rolling it together, it can not only bind the fishing hook, but also contain the opponent's position, unless the other party discards the fishing rod in his hand, otherwise the moment of entry is the time of defeat."

Wen Qing listened to it and half understood, he understood the method, but the operation of the true qi in these parts was not very clear, but this plan was obviously feasible.

It's just that after Yang Ling finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that this method requires people with extremely high internal strength to do it, at least with the skills of these two people." ”

The implication is that with Wen Qing's skills, even if he knows the way to crack it, it is difficult to be the opponent of Yu Lao, not to mention the moves in the back, it is the opponent's attack, and it is a question whether he can dodge.

Changed the previous Yang Ling, with the method of cracking, it is not difficult to defeat the other party, but now it is not possible, every time he cultivates a trace of internal force, he will be dissolved by the Xuan Ice blocked by the meridians, and the calculated ten years are really only a lot more, so any opponent of this kind, he can only wait and see.

I just hope that in ten years, these masters will not die, and I can still ask them for advice.

At this moment, the two people in the field are also in full swing, and continuing to control such a long fishing line to attack the enemy is also a lot of consumption for the old fisherman, on the other hand, Mo Hanfeng is just supporting with his strength to block the opponent's tricks one by one, and he still has the strength to spare.

"To be the deputy commander of the six gates, this person should be really cautious and thoughtful!"

The old fisherman sighed in his heart, if he changed to others, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the strong attack for a long time, and this side would fall into his trap, and within a few steps, he would be entangled and strangled by his own fishing line, but the other party was very patient, constantly interspersing, dodging moves, obviously consuming himself.

It's really unforgiving...... The old fisherman noticed the loss of internal force in the dantian, and couldn't help but clench the fishing rod in his hand, swinging his arm faster and his moves more aggressive.

The old guy finally can't hold on anymore!

Mo Hanfeng sneered in his heart, only to see that the fishing hook that had dodged suddenly turned sharply, and hit the front door, as if to gouge out his eyes, he couldn't help but snort coldly, and immediately waved his knife to split it, and then held the handle of the knife with one hand, swept with his arm, and the knife qi was vertical and horizontal.

"No matter how strong the master was back then, he couldn't escape the years in the end, the time has come, it's time for the old fisherman to quit!"

Mo Hanfeng had a long knife in his hand, stepped out, and the momentum around his body shook so that the thunderstorm did not invade, and he slowly walked towards the old fisherman, with a sense of deterrence.

"Exit...... Sooner or later, the wheels of history will run over us, the elders, but they are never trampled on by people! ”

The old fisherman's heart was cold, almost frightened by the murderous aura of the other party, he immediately came back to his senses, the madness in his eyes was gone, and there was just endless pride, if he didn't know some secrets, he might be able to live longer, but the harm caused by this secret was too great, so big that he couldn't bear it, so he had to escape.

Otherwise, in the middle of the world, even if Nanshan Beiyue came, he would dare to pick up the fishing rod and fight with the opponent for three hundred rounds.

"Today, the old man will try how sharp this court knife is!"

"Then you can try your life!"

Mo Hanfeng heard the key information from the other party's words, and now he can't fly to kill!

Soon, the two fought fiercely together, compared to the old fisherman who consumed a lot of internal strength, when Mo Hanfeng's every knife was with force to split Huashan, it really lived up to his name of opening the mountain and opening the mansion, and the shallows at this moment were already full of gravel, and it was not the same.

Finally, within ten moves, the old man was knocked out by Mo Hanfeng, who was close to him, and fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the sky is clear, a dark cloud is going away day by day, the whole mountain and river have become clear, this rainstorm comes and goes quickly, if it is not for the fact that there are still many puddles left on the ground, I am afraid that no one can think that it is still pouring rain here before!

"It's over, this fisherman is going to be defeated!"

Wen Qing couldn't help but worry when she saw the old fisherman vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

Although the title of Jiangling Yulao is whip slaughter, but his long whip has never been touched by the soul, and the people who kill are the people who should be killed, and they are also very chivalrous.

Yang Ling frowned and said, "Wen Qing, push me to the shore!" ”

"Huh?"

Without waiting for Wen Qing to be puzzled, Yang Ling shouted lightly: "Don't hesitate, if this old-timer dies, I'm afraid we won't have a way to live!" ”

He didn't have the confidence to be able to defeat that Mo Hanfeng alone, he finally remembered why these people were so familiar with their dress.

When they were chasing and killing Virujaya that day, they also met such a group of people by a stream, if you don't remember, these people are secretive, and ruthless, and kill people at every turn, and they have seen everything at this moment, and the other party will never let them go.

When Wen Qing heard this, he immediately stopped hesitating, used his palm power, pushed him out, and slowly fell to the shore.

Mo Hanfeng had already noticed that there were people on the boat, and at this moment, when he saw that one of them dared to go ashore, the killing intent loomed in his eyes, and the blood pear flower on the phoenix mouth knife in his hand was even more demonic......