The bodies of the two brothers, Yang Shuhu and Yang Jicheng, were swept away five or six meters away by this powerful force. They have long thought that they have won the game, but they don't want to be beaten by the car.

The two of them got up from the ground tremblingly, ignoring the pain in their bodies, and rushed forward with their legs.

The three of them entered at the same time, and there was a fierce scramble for the sword box.

The strong confrontation and fierce collision shook up layers of sand, and the strong wind blew the mud and sand away from the sky, forming a thick curtain that seemed to be there and nothing.

Suddenly, there were several painful cries of pain from the dust.

Yang Shuhu's body was kicked out, and then Yang Jicheng also withdrew from the dust.

The two of them had different degrees of scars on their chests, backs, legs, hands and other places.

Yang Shuhu hugged the sword box, breathed a sigh of relief, and said tremblingly: "Ah nine deaths, in the end, we finally won." ”

Yang Boci frowned, and an ominous aura in the drifting sand and dust was like a violent tornado, sweeping mountains and seas.

He immediately understood what was going on, and as he ran forward, he shouted, "Don't stand stupidly, you guys run away!"

Yang Shuhu and the others were indulging in the joy of victory, and did not feel the danger approaching in the slightest.

"Ah, we really won a narrow victory today!" Yang Shuhu turned around and walked slowly while holding the sword box, while thinking back to the experience of the battle just now, the two brothers tried their best and did not subdue Fengshu, not only that, but also hung so many colors on their bodies.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party already had old illnesses and lacked strength, even if there were ten more masters like them, they would not be his opponents.

"Cut, what's so complacent about this, if you hadn't dragged me back, I would have broken him to pieces. Yang Jicheng couldn't help but sneer, the four brothers have walked the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and they have never met opponents and never failed, how could they have such an embarrassment today.

He was pressed and beaten from the beginning of the battle to the end of the battle, and the anger in his heart is still depressed.

"Hmph, without me, can you win alone? Don't talk big!" Now that he has won, Yang Shuhu can finally let go of his scruples and unscrupulously turn on the mouth cannon mode.

"Yes, yes! You're all down to you, bare-assed general!"

"Hmph, I'll just do it alone in the future, and we'll have the name of killing the double knife again. I'm going to do it again!"

"Whatever you want, as long as the boss agrees. Yang Jicheng spread his hands and looked indifferent. The two of them gradually walked outside the battle circle, Yang Jicheng caught a glimpse of the two Tang knives on the ground, picked up his own one on the ground, and threw the other one to his brother

"Hey, you two idiots, stop arguing, pay attention to your back!" Yang Boci saw that the distance was too far, and it was too late to rush over, so he had to shout again at the top of his throat.

The two of them were startled, and turned around at the same time, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it will kill you when you look at it!

The sand and dust slowly fell, and the face of the wind book gradually appeared in front of their eyes.

He was cloaked in a cloak, holding a long sword in his hand, and the qi in his whole body was tumbling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sky was cloudy, and the heavy breath weighed down their breath.

Feng Shu's body was full of qi and blood, and the internal force in the sea of qi was wandering quickly along the meridians, and the pain in his body was gradually forgotten by him.

Fragments of memory kept flashing through his heart.

My sister is in the garden, smiling happily and chasing after parrots.

Friend Zhong Shenxiu, bamboo forest small building, burning incense and stroking the piano to comfort the bosom friend.

His father was in the wind and in the school, holding a ruler in his hand, and teaching him poetry and books.

Mother Mu Gouyue, carrying a medicine box, went from house to house, and treated the clansmen for free.

The two dogs and big cows, a group of clansmen, talked and laughed, waved their hands to greet him.

The moment of happiness is fleeting, and the reality of pain is in front of us again.

The six factions besieged the valley, and Feng Fengxiao died in front of him in order to save him.

Under the peach blossom tree, Fengshu proposed to her affectionately, but in exchange for it, only Zhong Shenxiu resolutely refused.

The Fengshu mission failed, and the father shouldered all the blame, and the gods escorted Fengqiwu to the abyss of the East China Sea, and the demon beasts stationed there were never allowed to leave.

He was separated from his mother by fire, and one by one his people fell in a pool of blood.

The secrets of these memories are either happy or happy, painful or decisive. They were unordered, chaotic and chaotic towards the wind book.

A sword sweeps across all continents,

When drunk, when you sing, you will be buried.

Seeing the white of the eastern sky,

Being in Qionglou hates the sky.

Fengshu roared wildly and read the poem fiercely. This evil sword drank blood, dug out the pain in his heart one by one, and showed it to him nakedly.

"Where's the sword?" Yang Jicheng hurriedly snatched the sword box, opened the lid of the box and saw that it was empty and empty.

It turned out that in the fierce battle just now, Fengshu actually took the sword away without knowing it, and all they tried to grab was an empty box.

Yang Jicheng couldn't breathe, so he turned around and ran away.

But Yang Shuhu's legs seemed to have taken root on the ground, and he wanted to run and walk, but he couldn't move.

In the face of the opponent's powerful sense of oppression like the raging sea, he himself is like a weak flat boat.

"Run, run! This person is a monster, and his strength is already comparable to that of the six masters. ”

Yang Jicheng saw that Uncle Yang Humu was there, and as soon as he stopped, he immediately turned back.

Buzz Buzz!!

Yang Jicheng's knife was like a dragon, and the strong strength shook the blade slightly.

He looked at him, grinned happily and said, "Third brother, you run away, I'll stay behind you to cut off the queen." ”

"Don't look down on people!" Yang Shuhu was so excited by him, even though his hands and feet were numb, he also pulled out the knife in his hand.

"When did I, Yang Shuhu, lose the battle? Which time didn't I wipe your ass for you? Why do you look down on me, this kid, and what qualifications do you have to look down on me?"

"That's fine, even if we die today, we will have a companion all the way!!"

Yang Shuhu and Yang Jicheng knew that it was too late to retreat and they couldn't escape, so they gathered their strength at the same time and used all the internal force in their bodies at once.

The powerful qi in the body enveloped the whole body, fused with the sword qi, and transformed into the appearance of two large carps.

Pisces Dragon!

The two ran fast and ran two or three meters. One person before and one behind, the two carps merged into one and merged into one, forming a vigorous dragon. The dragon flew wildly, easily swept a large stone into it. The giant dragon sprinted, and the branches and trunks at the foot of the mountain touched it, and they were instantly cut off by the powerful sword qi.

As soon as Feng Shu was lucky, the hatred in his eyes disappeared completely, and he raised his sword and waved, and his hand was a four-elephant phantom!

The sword intent is vertical and horizontal, and the sword qi transforms into shape, and in this way, four figures are differentiated. They look exactly like the Wind Book, and they carry their swords.

Two figures rushed towards the dragon.

The figure rushed to it, and as soon as the sword came out, the sword qi instantly collapsed.

Yang Shuhu and Yang Jicheng raised their knives at the same time to block the fierce sword stabbed by the shadow.

This figure is so powerful that it pushes the two of them back. Their feet sank into the mud and ploughed into the ground half a foot deep.

The level of kung fu has nothing to do with the magnificence of the moves. Although they are both four-elephant phantoms, compared to the power when they compete with Niu Fu, they are as different as a world of difference.

This blood-drinking sword strengthened the internal force of the Wind Book, almost allowing him to make a move in his heyday.

Yang Shuhu Yang Jicheng was forcibly pushed by two figures, and he retreated five meters before stopping.

In front of him, the figure disappeared immediately.

Before they could catch their breath, two other figures came into front of them.

It turned out that it was just a feint, and this is the real killer move.

It's over, it's all over, and even if they want to fight back, it's too late.

Yang Boci ran fast, trying to prevent the tragedy from happening, but the distance was too far for the distant water to save the fire.

Yang Zhongcheng also wanted to stop it, but he couldn't move when he was clicked, so he was really powerless, so he could only watch the tragedy happen. He shouted hoarsely, "Don't!!!!"