Xiao Yueming knew very well that he had only broken through the fifteen meridians and forty-two acupoints now, and had just stepped into the realm of ordinary second-rate martial artists, and there was still a big gap between him and the top second-rate martial artists.

Time does not wait for people, take advantage of the victory to pursue, Xiao Yueming took advantage of the momentum accumulated by the blow just now, and used the middle four styles of the twelve types of leaf chopping, new leaves, green leaves, yellow leaves, dead leaves, the sword intent is pervasive, and the snowy sword light appears in the air at a glance, which seems to be mixed with the breath of life, telling the past and present life of a leaf, from the new shoots to the withered fallen leaves......

It was another sword light after another, but this time there was no sudden suppression of the sword intent, Feihu calmly looked at the oncoming sword light with murderous aura, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a slight sense of sarcasm.

Stepping on the ground, only to hear a bang, the wooden floor was stomped out of a hole, and the figure of the flying tiger disappeared in place in an instant.

The diameter attacked the sword, accompanied by a burst of yellow fire, the star iron arm guard blocked all the sword moves, this time the flying tiger's internal force operated without hindrance, Xiao Yueming's twelve leaf cutting styles, but did not exert the original power, but after a face, it was completely bombarded by the flying tiger with brute force.

"Hahaha, your kid's twelve leaf chopping styles, compared to your master, this power is less than one percent!"

Flying Tiger laughed unscrupulously, attacked in front of Xiao Yueming, and saw him poke out his fists forward and slammed into Xiao Yueming's face!

Xiao Yueming's face turned pale, and then his left hand was horizontal in front of him, blocking an iron fist of the flying tiger, and there were bursts of pain in his arm, Xiao Yueming was retreated again and again by this power hammer, and the right hand holding the sword was immediately swept away, only to hear a crisp sound of Zheng, Qing Yuan and the flying tiger's star iron arm collided blatantly, bringing a piece of fire.

Flying Tiger not only made a move at a very fast speed, but even the strength was quite terrifying, after Xiao Yueming slashed out a sword, the residual strength brought by Flying Tiger's punch still did not dissipate, he had already retreated to the wall of the corridor, and at this time, Flying Tiger's iron fist rushed at an extremely fast speed.

The time that could be given to Xiao Yueming to judge was less than an instant, stepping on the wall with one foot, performing light skills, and rotating flexibly like a bird, but he narrowly avoided this blow.

"Boom~"

Flying Tiger's iron fist blasted a huge hole in the wall of the corridor, if Xiao Yueming hadn't dodged it in time, this punch would have fallen on his body, and the consequences would have been obvious.

Landing steadily, Xiao Yueming's toes lightly touched the ground, Qing Yuan pointed directly, and the diameter stabbed towards the flying tiger!

The tip of the Qingyuan sword carried a transparent air flow, as if it had rushed through the space, and stabbed the flying tiger's throat quickly, only to see his skull slightly on one side, deftly avoiding the tip of the sword, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he brazenly swung out an iron fist and hit the long sword on his side.

"Zheng~"

Qing Yuan continued to tremble under the tremendous force, and the power was transmitted along the sword body to his arm, Xiao Yueming only felt that his arm was numb, and the palm holding the hilt of the sword was loosened.

Holding Qing Yuan tightly, the long sword in Xiao Yueming's hand and the iron fist of the flying tiger collided from afar, and the changing moves of the two swept past the afterimages one after another, but the flying tiger had the absolute upper hand.

Xiao Yueming used the Twelve Leaf Chopping Styles to meet the enemy, and the long sword in his hand continued to attack towards the Flying Tiger, but the opponent's strength and experience were more than one step beyond Xiao Yueming, and he persevered under the Flying Tiger's powerful moves, and in just a moment, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng~"

Qing Yuan was under the attack of the Flying Tiger Star Iron Armguard, making a buzzing sound, Xiao Yueming's physical strength and internal strength had gradually exhausted, but the Flying Tiger's attack wanted to be more ferocious, rolling like a wave, Qing Yuan picked it up hard, blocking the Flying Tiger's armguard, but I saw another iron fist poking out from the bottom and bombarded Xiao Yueming's lower abdomen.

"Puff~"

The lower abdomen seemed to have been hit by a hundred catties of hammer, Xiao Yueming suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, saw his body fly upside down like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground, but the strength did not decrease, Xiao Yueming slipped out a few feet again, and then stopped.

Su Lan's beautiful eyes suddenly welled up with tears, slid down on her pale cheeks, and saw her crying out in pain:

"Xiao Yueming, you go quickly!"

"Brother Xiao!"

Seeing that Xiao Yueming was hit by Flying Tiger's iron fist, Er Mazi immediately shouted excitedly.

"Ahem~"

Xiao Yueming lay on the ground weakly, saw him cough up a mouthful of blood, and then supported the ground with his sword, and staggered to his feet, Xiao Yueming felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart, and his lower abdomen was even more like being pierced by a big knife, and then he stirred it with all his might.

The power of Flying Tiger's punch abolished Xiao Yueming's strength of fifty percent, and Flying Tiger had no other injuries except for the sword that was cut in the chest before.

Xiao Yueming bowed slightly, holding Qing Yuan on the ground, in order to forcibly support his body, the slightest sticky blood slowly dripped down the corners of his mouth, and the figure of the flying tiger getting closer and closer was imprinted in Xiao Yueming's pupils, and he sighed secretly with some self-deprecation:

"It seems that today, it is going to be folded here, but it is okay, it saves a lot of trouble. ”

The parents' revenge has not been avenged, the soul poison has not been solved, Xiao Yueming has even broken through less than one or two thousand, the thousands of mountains and rivers of the Hidden Dragon Dynasty, not to mention the vast world, so it is also a kind of powerless comfort.

There are so many martial arts warriors in the world, and there are not a few masters, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, there are many people who die every day, the rivers and lakes vendetta, the resource competition, there are not many of them, Xiao Yueming does not feel that he is the chosen son, he is a person, there is birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can be an exception, now he is invincible to others, he was killed under the iron fist, although Xiao Yueming has regrets in his heart, but he does not complain about the sky, the weak eat the strong, this is the law of survival of the rivers and lakes.

Seeing the flying tiger walking in front of his eyes, Xiao Yueming slowly raised his pale face, and the corners of his mouth stained with scarlet blood smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth soaked in blood, Xiao Yueming whispered weakly:

"It's not as good as a person in the next skill, if you want to kill or chop, listen to it. ”

Feihu shook his fist, which was a little numb by Qing Yuan, and then smiled indifferently:

"Okay, you're also a man, then grandpa will give you a happy ......"

"Zheng!"

Before Feihu's words fell, he saw Xiao Yueming's face ruthless, and the long sword inserted in the ground slashed upward, Feihu hurriedly turned sideways slightly, and was able to dodge the blade, and then took a big step and punched Xiao Yueming's chest.

Xiao Yueming saw that the Flying Tiger's iron fist was getting closer and closer in his eyes, but he didn't choose to dodge, but grabbed his arm with one hand, but the power of the flying tiger was already above Xiao Yueming, and now Xiao Yueming was seriously injured, and he couldn't stop the iron fist at all.

Seeing that the iron fist carried a thunderous might, it fell on Xiao Yueming's chest with a bang.

"Click~"

Xiao Yueming's ribs were broken several times, and Feihu punched out, and he wanted to withdraw his arm, but he didn't expect Xiao Yueming's face to be bloody, and he firmly grabbed his arm and couldn't move.

Xiao Yueming was waiting for this moment, if the flying tiger fought the enemy with both fists, he would not be able to hurt him at all, Xiao Yueming caught a punch stiffly, in order to control one of the arms of the flying tiger, creating a chance for himself in a desperate situation!

Everything happened in an instant, and now that the situation is in crisis, seeing Bai Lian, who was standing at the door and originally watching the battle with an indifferent face, her pretty face froze, and she rushed to the flying tiger first!

Grabbed Flying Tiger's arm with his left hand, Xiao Yueming's face was ruthless, and his right hand swept towards Flying Tiger's throat with Qing Yuan, watching an arc-shaped sword attack in an instant, Flying Tiger immediately lowered his waist and narrowly avoided this deadly sword, although he dissolved the death move, his throat was still cut by Qing Yuan with a shocking blood mark.

was almost plotted by a sudden attack, if it weren't for the strength of the flying tiger, the fatal blow just now was very likely to succeed, but the gap between the two cultivation was always an insurmountable ravine, the flying tiger's face was distorted, and he cursed loudly, and then saw him rush out directly, hit the mountain with a blow, and hit Xiao Yueming's body solidly.

"Knock~"

Attacking vigorously, Xiao Yueming's mouth splattered with blood, and with a muffled snort, the hand holding the flying tiger also loosened, and he stumbled back a few steps one after another.

Injury after injury, Xiao Yueming's feet floated, he was dizzy from being hit by Fang Cai's backer, the qi and blood in his body were surging, Xiao Yueming's calves were weak, and he immediately knelt on the ground.

Xiao Yueming lowered his head deeply, gasping for breath, seeing that his chest was already stained with a large amount of blood, and his breath was sluggish to freezing point, this was the most serious injury Xiao Yueming had received since he left the island, and it was also the closest to death.

Feihu stretched out his hand and slowly wiped away the blood flowing from his neck, and then said with some palpitations:

"Hmph, I almost fell into that kid's way, if it weren't for my grandfather's quick reaction, I'm afraid this head would have been separated now. ”

Bai Lian stopped at Feihu's side, looked at the long blood marks on his neck, and asked with concern:

"Fourth, is the injury serious?"

Feihu walked in front of Xiao Yuemingde and snorted coldly:

"It's just a painless skin injury, but this kid doesn't seem to have a light injury. ”

Feihu touched the pitted scars on the star iron armguard, which was cut by the Qing Yuan sword, and his heart was filled with bursts of flesh pain, his star iron arm guard against the ordinary sword and sword, he couldn't leave any traces on it at all, but Qing Yuan is the top god soldier on the weapon spectrum, and its sharpness is by no means comparable to ordinary weapons.

"Boy, although we are the four saints of Gushan, and your master Chang Mu Yin have a common enmity, but grandpa, I am also a person who respects the strong, and it is not easy to see that you have such a cultivation at a young age, in this way, you carefully choose a favorite way to die, grandpa will definitely fulfill you!"

What kind of respect for the strong, these good words are all let Feihu say, Xiao Yueming is now seriously injured, and it is difficult to protect himself, it seems that Xiao Yueming is really unable to escape death today.