Between the changes of wind and clouds, the sword light is like electricity, and the sword shadow is like a shuttle.

Zhao Xueqing's slender hands danced, and the sword was shining, like an elf dancing in the ice and snow.

Ouyang Yunmeng's posture was graceful, and his sword intent was fierce, like a falcon soaring in a gale. Liu Mengrou is as tender as water, and the sword light is like a glow, like a drizzle in the spring breeze.

Qingqing is as agile as a butterfly, and the sword intent is vertical and horizontal, like a light dance in the summer breeze.

The four winds fought with each other, swords and swords intertwined, like lightning in a raging storm.

They are athletic and agile, sometimes as fast as an arrow, sometimes as slow as a snail. One move and one style, all of them are sharp and fast, and they are dizzying.

And the Swift Wind is even more extraordinary, his movements are as flexible as a spirit fox, as if chasing the wind.

Every time the sword shadow slashed, he could always deftly turn around and dodge, not leaving Fu Tianpeng the slightest chance.

His body is like flowing water, like a wonderful change in nature, which is breathtaking.

Not to be outdone, the wind chaser, the trade wind messenger, and the storm envoy were not to be outdone, they lit up their elite blades, danced like the wind, and fought fiercely with Zhao Xueqing and others.

The swords and swords are staggered, sparks are flying, and the scene is very intense. Every collision is filled with the smell of gunpowder, which makes people nervous.

Fu Tianpeng held the treasure knife in his hand, dancing out of the half-moonlight arc, and the secluded air conditioner hood made it to the wind.

The fierce wind made a loud shout, his arms gathered together, and his whole body was full of explosive energy.

With a wave of his iron fist, he suddenly made a move to "enter the mountain to explore the treasure".

The waves of air driven by the fist wind rolled over and collided with the cold air.

An ear-piercing roar followed, and Fu Tianpeng and the strong wind each took a few steps back.

The eyes of the two of them were bloodshot, their faces were angry, and the unintentional killing intent floated in the bleak autumn wind.

After a short confrontation, the strong wind made the body like a turbulent and rushed towards Fu Tianpeng.

The fist burst out, and the virtual and the real connected.

Fu Tianpeng put away the knife and palmed, his body squatted slightly, and faced the rapid wind with a rock-solid attitude.

Seeing the strong wind making the fist, Fu Tianpeng breathed and breathed, and acted on the day.

The dense fist shadows formed a fist net in front of him.

Fu Tianpeng dealt with it carefully, not slowly.

The surging wind made a few punches in Fu Tianpeng's face, and suddenly the fist wind turned sharply and attacked his lower abdomen.

Fu Tianpeng avoided the real attack, and used the silk grabber to choke the wrist of the swift wind.

The strong wind startled him, and he restrained it with a crane-shaped fist.

Unexpectedly, Fu Tianpeng's move was completely useless, he saw that the strong wind made his armpit empty, changed his step, and turned sideways to hit his chest.

The collision was so strong that the strong wind made it impossible to avoid it, and it was hit again and again.

Falling out, the wind made his throat hot, and blood spat out of his mouth.

He took a painkiller pill, and after a little breathing, he became extremely angry.

The swift wind untied the silver dragon chain from his waist, and waved the wind to sweep Fu Tianpeng's head.

The cold light in front of him was sufficient, the flowers were broken, and Fu Tianpeng didn't dare to be careless.

He dodged left and right, jumping up and down, trying to avoid the chain's attacks.

The wind made Yuan's eyes bulge wide, and his mouth kept shouting "wah-a-yah".

Others don't stop, the chain doesn't leave their hands, and the moves are all extremely vicious.

Although his advance was stormy and very sharp, it did not hurt Fu Tianpeng in the slightest.

As he flashed and moved, Fu Tianpeng smiled contemptuously at the swift wind.

The irritability of the rapid wind was completely ignited, "searching the mountains under the sea", "surfing the sand", one move after another, and one move was like another move.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, the strong wind blocked the middle qi and slowed down.

Fu Tianpeng didn't give the rapid wind a chance to breathe, he used the Hundred Variety Divine Fist taught by Wang Quanzhong.

The tiger and tiger in the palm of the hand, soft and lingering.

The wind makes it as if in the clouds, and it is dazzling to see.

A palm "long wind and waves", people to the palm.

The Rapid Wind Envoy didn't see Fu Tianpeng's shot clearly at all, and he slapped it on the head.

There was a cry of pain, and the wind extinguished the life.

The remaining three envoys, seeing that Fu Tianpeng had killed the Swift Wind Envoy, gritted their teeth angrily.

Chasing the wind made the feet kick the sand and sand under his feet, and his body exploded and came to Zhao Xueqing.

He picked leaves and flew flowers in his palm, and the shadows of his palms continued to emerge.

Zhao Xueqing raised her sword, and the blade shuttled back and forth between the palms.

The wind chasing envoy pursed his lips, his body was like a loach, and he quickly turned to Zhao Xueqing's flank.

He was also like Fu Tianpeng's actions, making a move "Golden Bull Hitting the Mountain".

Extremely fast, Zhao Xueqing was knocked and flew out.

In mid-air, Fu Tianpeng stretched out his arm to catch her.

Zhao Xueqing was dizzy, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.

seriously injured Zhao Xueqing, and the wind chasing envoy obviously did not relieve his hatred.

He spat at Fu Tianpeng, his eyes full of hatred.

Fu Tianpeng clenched his fists and rattled, he moved like a spirit fox, and his footwork moved to the front.

Chasing the wind made a stab and squeezed Fu Tianpeng's heart.

Fu Tianpeng was also not polite, flicked the knife out of the sheath, and slashed at the head of the wind chaser.

The hand rises and falls, chasing the wind and making the stabbing to meet each other.

Two years of blades collided with each other, splashing countless sparks.

The strength is so strong that it can be seen in general.

Chasing the wind, he moved his arms, walked the spirit snake footwork, shook his spirit, and killed again.

Fu Tianpeng stepped on the waves under his feet, and also raised his sword to meet the past.

The two had another thrilling fight.

In the hand, the wind chasing envoy suddenly spat out a black mist at Fu Tianpeng.

Fu Tianpeng faltered, and his eyes began to blur.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the wind chasing envoy poked Fu Tianpeng's throat with his eyes.

Ouyang Yunmeng's eyes were fast, and with one foot of flying stones, a meteor broke through the sky.

With a "whoosh", the flying stone was in the back of the heart of the wind chaser.

Chasing the wind made his teeth grinning in pain, he turned around and glared at Ouyang Yunmeng.

Qingqing shook his sword in front of the trade wind envoy, and came to Fu Tianpeng's side with light skills.

She helped Fu Tianpeng regain his sanity with the clear heart liquid, and Fu Tianpeng saw the following three indiscriminate methods to plot against his wind chaser.

Without saying a word, he rushed in front of him with an arrow.

The swords are everywhere, and the sand is flying.

Chasing the wind made him retreat again and again, and blocked Fu Tianpeng's advance with all his strength.

Qingqing helped from the side and flew out with a sword.

The sword light soared into the phoenix, and a sword aura suddenly rushed in.

Unnoticed, the Wind Chasing Envoy was scratched on his left arm by the Qing Shui Sword.

He frowned, his expression pained.

Fu Tianpeng took the opportunity to swing his knives one after another, and there were rows of knife shadows, surging out like a tide.

Chasing the wind blocked a few times, and was instantly swallowed by the shadow of the knife.

Wait until the smoke disappears, and chase the wind to loosen the muscles and bones.

He glared at Fu Tianpeng with a trembling finger, and then died of anger.

The trade wind envoy scolded loudly, and immediately felt two iron bullets from his waist.

The cold light flickered, and the iron marble rushed to Fu Tianpeng's heart.

Qingqing quickly stepped out of his sword to block the iron bullets.

"Dangdang", two crisp sounds.

The iron bullet hit the sword body, and the Qingxin Sword shook a few times.

Qingqing five churned inside, and his eyes were full of gold stars.

Fu Tianpeng stepped forward to help her, and asked her eagerly about her condition.

Qingqing's beautiful face was full of tenderness, and she responded with a smile that Fu Tianpeng was fine.

A blow failed, and the trade wind letter became angry.

He took a figure-eight step, his palms were stacked on top of each other, and he slashed at Fu Tianpeng one palm after another.

Fu Tianpeng flashed his head sideways, avoiding the sharp palm wind of the trade wind, and grabbed his hand to clamp it on the other hand.

The storm envoy saw that the trade wind envoy fought Fu Tianpeng alone, and he did not get the slightest bargain, he jumped forward and pounced on Fu Tianpeng's back.

Fist town in the army, and hit its back heart.

Liu Mengrou saw it clearly, and stepped forward.

A sword hit the wrist of the storm, and blood flowed out.

The storm made Yuan's eyes open like a bull, and kicked Liu Mengrou with a mandarin duck looping leg.

Liu Mengrou took a few steps back, and the Cold Moon Sword landed with it.

Seeing Liu Mengrou with her bare hands, the storm envoy brandished the meniscus knife, and the snow flew all over the place, with a murderous aura.

Liu Mengrou was stopped by the quick knife of the storm messenger, and the situation was very critical.

Qingqing touched the ground with both feet, and used the "Jade Girl Shuttle" when she landed.

She was in mid-air, and the three swords fell together.

The sword flashed, and the dragon drew water.

The storm made him feel the chill in his head, and he jerked his sword to meet it.

With a loud shout, he blocked Qingqing's sword.

Liu Mengrou took the opportunity to dodge and took the Cold Moon Sword in her hand.

She and Qingqing were divided left and right, and their swords were combined.

The two of them attacked and defended each other in a measured manner, which made the storm tired.

After more than 20 moves, I saw Liu Mengrou leap out, and the blade of the sword went straight to the chest of the storm envoy in the style of "chopping waves and cutting waves".

The storm made his eyes squint, and his feet were entrenched in the old trees, and he was firmly planted in the plate.

When Liu Mengrou swung his sword and attacked, he dodged sideways and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.

Then, the storm swept his knife at Liu Mengrou's slender jade hand.

Qingqing grabbed Liu Mengrou's clothes and pulled her to her side.

The swift knife of the storm was empty, and the cold light disappeared in an instant.

Liu Mengrou's eyes were green, and her heart was full of gratitude.

The two of them adjusted their minds and continued to make moves towards the storm.

The storm made the body spin, making the "oolong stir the tail", and kicked towards Liu Mengrou and Qingqing, and Qingqing countered with "Qi by Yuyu".

The storm made it crash into the sword net, and the whole person immediately fell and flew out.

He clutched his chest, blood spitting out of his mouth.

At this time, the storm broke the meridians, and there was no more power to attack.

Liu Mengrou took the opportunity to draw a sword, and killed the storm under the sword in three moves and two styles.

The trade winds make him alone, like a battle of trapped beasts.

His figure swept away and quickened his footwork to attack.

Fu Tianpeng has come and gone, and he also follows the trade winds to change the rhythm of his moves.

Attack each other, each doing their best.

The fists collided, and the endless explosion of air spread to all directions.

Ouyang Yunmeng, Liu Mengrou, and Qingqing stepped forward to help, and the trade winds made one and the other at the expense.

After a moment's effort, he was also stabbed to death by Ouyang Yunmeng.

Except for the four wind envoys, Qingqing freed up his hand to treat Zhao Xueqing.

After invigorating blood and removing stasis, and applying some medicine to reduce swelling and relieve pain, Zhao Xueqing's injury has no effect after half a day of conditioning.

The five of them followed the long stone steps and walked towards the Five Swords Hall.

Entering the Five Swords Hall, the air was filled with the smell of rotting leaves.

Fu Tianpeng reminded everyone to be careful and watch the movements around them.

After walking more than 100 steps to the west, one cage after another appeared in front of their eyes.

The crowd looked at the cage and saw that it was full of corpses.

Judging from the clothes of these people, it is obvious that they are all Jianghu characters.

Zhao Xueqing told Fu Tianpeng that these people are the heads or protectors of various sects, and it seems that Kong Yanzhou has been constantly killing the Central Plains martial arts.

When Fu Tianpeng saw these seniors who had lost their lives in the Five Swords Hall, he secretly swore in his heart that he must let Kong Yanzhou pay for his blood debts.