Under Lu Changfeng's internal strength, weighing as much as a thousand catties, Xiao Qi's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he said in his heart, "My life is resting, how can I trust this big, I really don't know whether to live or die, and I will never do such a stupid thing next time."

Lu Changfeng knew that he only used the change of moves, and there would never be a chance of winning, Xiao Qi's martial arts were not low, so he could only take it hard.

But for a moment, Xiao Qi's legs were weak, he knelt on one foot, held the handle of the knife in one hand and the back of the knife in the other, barely holding Lu Changfeng, but seeing that Lu Changfeng's face was as usual, it seemed effortless, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

A yellow shadow suddenly flew from a distance, stretching out his hand and moving quickly, and his posture was really graceful.

Luo Bing saw it in the carriage clearly, it turned out to be a yellow-shirted swordsman who practiced swords in the wilderness that day.

The yellow-shirted swordsman lightly leaped to Lu Changfeng's side, and the narrow long sword in his hand was pointed at Xiao Qi's ghost head knife, with a crisp "ding" sound, Xiao Qi suddenly felt that the pressure disappeared, stood up, and the two jumped back to their own team, and then turned around and left without looking back.

Lu Changfeng was still sitting cross-legged, and everyone saw that the yellow-shirted swordsman had the upper hand, and no one knew each other, and they all looked at each other.

The yellow-shirted swordsman was not full of his sword, and when he looked up, he saw Lu Changfeng sitting cross-legged, and he understood most of it in his heart, and said lightly: "I see, but I am very disappointed." ”

Lu Changfeng took a sword, unable to pursue, and couldn't help but secretly wonder: It seems that the yellow-shirted swordsman has not done his best, and the swordsmanship and internal force master Chengde's "Flying Eagle outside the Saiwai" are not trivial.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Chengde Saiwai Flying Eagle was born in Kongtong, even if I am flexible, I am afraid that I have little chance of winning. Last time, I was slapped by the Heavenly Demon, and I still can't heal, the Heavenly Demon's "Cold Ice Palm" is really not to be underestimated, the cold poison is still pressed in the body, and it dives with the blood, if it weren't for the Heavenly Demon has not fully recovered, I am afraid that he would have died at the foot of Murong Villa.

The yellow-shirted swordsman took two steps, hugged his fists and said coldly: "Today you are in poor health, as long as you can take my three swords, I will send the people present for you, if anyone touches you, I will kill him." ”

These words are extremely arrogant, but the heroes on the scene are powerless to refute them, and there are not many who can beat a few to death.

The meaning of mixing rivers and lakes is that everyone has to eat, and no one wants to die for no reason.

A smile appeared at the corner of Lu Changfeng's mouth: "There is a life in life and death, and I won't frown, I just hope that Your Excellency Mei will not keep your hand and let you fight quickly before you die." ”

It turned out that Mei Zhuozi, the former gang leader of Kongtong, fell in love and had a child illegitimate in his old age, and because he was forced to feel guilty, he went out of Kongtong and lived in seclusion. He has passed on his young son and daughter all his life's martial arts, and he is Lu Changfeng who opened his mouth and shouted his surname Mei.

Mei Changqing said movingly: "There are still people who remember my father, it's a pity...... Very good, it depends on whether you have the ability to take these three swords!" his wrist trembled, and the long sword stabbed like a fierce eagle.

Lu Changfeng sat cross-legged and took a deep breath, drew his sword ring with his right hand, and met him in a large circle with a small circle. "Ding, ding, ding!" only heard three loud bangs, the sword qi flew, and the ground around Lu Changfeng was originally muddy water, and the neon sword technique stirred up muddy water all over the ground, standing up like a muddy water curtain.

The figure flew in and out, retreating and entering, and the yellow-shirted swordsman stood with his sword in his hand, but his face was crimson, the streamers on his waist trembled, and his feet stood half a foot into the dirt.

Lu Changfeng sat cross-legged, his face pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The yellow-shirted swordsman nodded and said, "The move of the Red Line Woman, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the three swords defeated the underworld sword saint, presumably this is the trick used, dare to ask if this move has a name?"

The blood in Lu Changfeng's mouth kept dripping, and he barely said a sentence: "This trick is passed down by the Red Line Woman, and the neon swordsmanship." ”

The yellow-shirted swordsman said: "This move, poured out of the Wudang swordsmanship, today I keep my promise, you go"

immediately turned to face Qunhao, and his tone was full of coldness: "Can there be anyone who is not convinced?"

After half an hour, the crowd dispersed, and no one stepped forward again.

The yellow-shirted swordsman's figure spread, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Lu Changfeng asked Hu Miji to borrow a bucket of water from a merchant next to him to wake Luo Bing up from his stupor.

Luo Bing mentioned his true qi twice, knowing that there was no big problem, he hurriedly jumped up and jumped out of the carriage, seeing that it was already dark, and the road was long and the wind was languishing.

Luo Bing sat in the driver's seat, Luo Bing was about to investigate around, when he suddenly saw a black shadow move, and there were five more men in black in front of him.

The five people stood in five directions, the front and back were different, Luo Bing's feet moved, and the other party immediately walked one person to the earthquake palace, and one person to take the dry position, which seemed to form a formation.

Luo Bing looked at everyone standing, his heart was also shocked, he turned his head to look at it through the twilight, and suddenly said: "It turns out that Wuyue has arrived, no wonder this set of formations is so surprising." ”

Iron Hero is really a peerless martial artist, this array must also be created by Tie Moeller, the people who use the formation in the world are more ruthless and vicious, but this set of formations is very open, not a small generation can create.

After seeing a few more people ignoring it, he smiled slightly: "I only know that the five are the retinue of Timoller fifteen years ago, but I don't know anything about the big name, please advise." ”

Luo Bing's martial arts are too far away from the difference between Tie Mole in the past, if these five people are the five mountains in the past, their martial arts are naturally much higher than their own.

The strange thing is that the martial arts of these five people do not seem to be superb, as if Wuyue just wants to delay time and consume his energy by using the formation, if he attacks strongly, he will enter the army instead.

The five people in the twilight glanced at each other, and they didn't seem to have a strong desire to do so. One of them, who had an older voice and was older, and one who was standing in the cadre position said, "In the lower middle of the Qinghou. ”

One of the people in the earthquake position continued: "Dongfang Bai".

Kan Wei continued: "Nanxia". ”

The exchanger continued: "Simondin".

Xun Wei continued: "Northern Qi".

Luo Bing's face changed greatly, and he pointed to the distance and said, "That's not Tiemoller?"

The five mountains were shocked together, and they each looked backwards and looked back.

Luo Bing knew that the opportunity could not be lost, and the time would not come again, and he couldn't figure out why the five of them were like this at the critical moment, so he took a deep breath at the moment, drove the carriage, and rushed out.

Luo Bing's body shook here, and his body moved, and the east and west had already pounced at the same time, Luo Bing saw that the two were coming very violently, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he leaned over to avoid it, and at the same time his right palm was ready to counterattack, but the opponent made a move, and the two had already retreated.

The south and north of the carriage rushed up, and the two of them worked together to block up and open Luo Bing's arm, but the Qinghou in the compartment went around his back and kicked him in the vest.

Luo Bing found that he avoided the left and the right, and avoided the right and left, layer upon layer, endless, and knew that he had fallen into the formation, and once this formation was promoted, the offensive would be like a tide.

He rushed left and right, and he couldn't break through the plan in a short time, and he felt anxious in his heart.

Suddenly, I heard a girl's voice in the distance: "It's shameless to fight one out of five!" Immediately after that, a thin figure leaped over, and in a few steps penetrated into the formation, "Boom" three swords, but it was a heavy sword that had not been opened.

It turned out to be the girl who used the heavy sword that day, the heavy sword has no edge, and it is not skillful, although this girl's move is not surprising, the internal strength is very accessible, and the heavy sword sweep has forced Yue away.

Luo Bing was stunned.

Zhongqinghou's face changed, and he said angrily: "Mei Changzhu, others are afraid of you, but we are not afraid of you?"

Miss Na Mei shook her head and said with a smile: "There are many rights and wrongs where there are you, hmph, my father was not framed by you, so lonely." ”

Then he said to Luo Bing: "You lead Lu Changfeng to go first, to Xiye, where is my father and Lu Changfeng have something to say!"

Luo Bing nodded, lifted the reins and flew away, but he didn't know that Hu Miji slipped out of the carriage.

The sound of hooves was heard, and the carriage was already far away.

Dongfang Bai and Ximen Ding hit two palms head-on, but they were blocked by Mei Changzhu's sword, and it seemed that the heavy sword broke this formation very casually, and Wuyue didn't have any good way.

Mei Changzhu looked at them and said lightly: "You don't have to rush the decisive battle at this moment, I have something I want to ask you." ”

Beiqi shouted impatiently: "You ask!"

Although the five of them were angry, they were not irritable, knowing that the girl in front of them was not easy to deal with, and with her in her way, Luo Bing would not be able to keep it.

Mei Changzhu said coldly: "On the day of Hao Yucheng's death, I saw Wuyue, and I also saw the five of you carrying away Hao Yucheng's red goods, I don't know if this is true?"

Wu Yue's face changed, and his eyes were instantly murderous.

Nan Xia said coldly: "We don't know the person you said, and Wuyue has no interest in gold and silver. As for Hao Yucheng, didn't he die early?"

Zhongqinghou said coldly: "If you ask Shaolin, Wudang, and even the Demon Sect, the old man can say a thing or two, and make it clear." But if you want to ask people we haven't heard of, you're afraid you'll be disappointed if you haven't thought about it. “

Ximending didn't say much, his hand turned over and pulled out the soft sword on his waist, and when the sword stabbed out, the green light flashed, making a sneering sound, the internal force is strong, I am afraid that it is not much inferior to Mei Changzhu.

Everyone was shocked, thinking that Mo said that he was not a soft sword in his hand, or an ordinary long sword, and under the urging of such internal forces, it was more powerful than that, and they couldn't help but worry about Mei Changzhu secretly.

Mei Changzhu held the sword body with his left palm and led it obliquely, his right hand was flat on the sword jaw, and the strength was released, and the heavy sword was biased against the soft sword of the rotating belt, and the sword lost its direction.

Nanxia Yu is quite specialized in martial arts and praised loudly: "Good swordsmanship, I'll try it!" shook his wrist and turned the sword, and the tip of the sword stabbed at Mei Changzhu's left arm.

Mei Changzhu's body turned in a circle, the heavy sword lay sideways and "ding" twice, the long sword and the heavy sword collided twice, and Mei Changzhu's feet slipped and slapped a sword behind Nan Xia.

Before the tip of the sword arrived, Nanxia felt the strong force behind him, and immediately hit the sword body of the heavy sword with the tip of the sword, flew up, and floated away with the force.

shouted: "Good kung fu, this is the authentic swordsmanship of the Guhe School, the Sanqing swordsmanship!"

Nanxia's swordsmanship cultivation at this time is already a sword that moves with his heart, sword moves change, and he controls the sword with his heart, and his experience is far above Mei Changzhu, but what he has learned is too miscellaneous and has too many intentions, and his internal strength is also quite inferior to Mei Changzhu.

At this time, I only heard Dongfang Bai roar, let me understand it, and I didn't answer the long sword at my waist, a sword was cut out of the sharp and ruthless, and the sword body opened the hole and poured into the "woo" sound to make a shocking liver and gall split, sharp and thin sword, exquisite moves, the sword light rippled, and the sword qi was pervasive, and everyone near the center of the venue felt that there was a cold wind swishing in front of them, emitting a bone-eroding cold air, and those with slightly worse skills had to take a few more steps back.

Mei Changzhu was not surprised, the left and right palms held the heavy sword in this cold wind to dodge, dismantle, every move to outsiders seems to be extremely dangerous, a little careless, the heavy body is in a different place, the light is missing arms and legs, the insider seems to be light, Mei Changzhu has no distractions in his heart, and urges the heavy sword with all his strength, and shows all the things he has learned in his life.

The two of them dismantled nearly thirty moves, Mei Changzhu's sword gradually became astringent and slow, and the heavy sword seemed to be more and more difficult to wield. The Oriental White Sword Technique changes vertically and horizontally, and it is extremely fantastic, and everyone in the audience is dazzled.

It's just that every time Mei Changzhu's swordsmanship is slow, Dongfang Bai's swordsmanship is also one step sluggish, so if you don't make a hundred moves, Dongfang Bai's long sword will have to get rid of it.

Dongfang Bai stabbed two swords in a hurry, jumped out of the circle with a bang, clasped his hands into fists and said "I have learned" and walked out of the circle, which is also his own identity.

Beiqi took a step forward, arched his hand and said, "I'll take the lesson", the sword in his hand was radical towards Mei Changzhu's middle palace, Mei Changzhu saw that the sword was fierce, and could only jump away, but Beiqi suddenly stepped up, and the sword blade followed like a shadow. How do you know that at this moment, Mei Changzhu's swordsmanship is also a change, not holding a sword in both hands, holding a sword in his right hand, the sword is light, "one sword turns into three clear", the two of them are fast this time, and they only hear "ding ding ding" in the ear chakra.

As soon as the two of them joined hands like this, they fought quickly, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had been dismantled, and everyone was dazzled.

Zhao Tianba became more and more angry the more he looked at it, thinking about my master, who had said that the master had designed to force away the master and the ancestor, but now it seems to be true, but now he can't take care of the old days, and he will slaughter Lu Changfeng first.

Seeing that Mei Changzhu had used his internal strength like the wind in such a short period of time, and gave full play to it, he was sincerely admired, and he held his identity as a hero, and jumped out of the circle without saying a word.

Wuyue may be a great traitor inside, but on the surface, it is the heroes of Wuyue who commands the green forest, how can so many heroes kill them all and do something to lose their identity.

Zhongqinghou arched his hand and said, Your Excellency, please take it, the five of us brothers are not here to join in the fun. After that, he clenched his fists and turned around, tiptoeing to the rest of the four mountains without looking back.

The rest of the heroes surrounded Lu Changfeng in a ball, and tonight's life and death may really be only in an instant.

Although Mei Changzhu's kung fu is extremely high, the experience in the rivers and lakes is not very sophisticated.

Mei Changzhu was impatient when she heard this, put away her heavy sword and went straight first.

Lu Changfeng is a servant, his bearing is naturally extraordinary, and he didn't rely on anyone's help, but he also had the heart of death when he appeared today, and a bloody battle for benevolence is indispensable.

At this time, a white and beardless middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, holding a beautiful folding fan in his hand, and stepped forward and said: "The road servant shoots a lot of offense, in the "iron door" swing, I have come to ask for advice or two, if I defeat the iron fan door, the twenty gangs will leave, and they will not bother."

Tiefanmen is very low-key, rarely walks the rivers and lakes, and is partial to the Nanyang area, but somehow he was also invited over. The reputation of the iron door is also excellent, less robbing of houses, and more reliance on performing arts to make a living.

At this moment, the public challenge suddenly won a full house, and the door owner's swing is even more bright, and he will leave if he loses, and he will never be wordy.

Swing arched a punch, not to wait for Lu Changfeng to talk, as soon as his body was long, his body pounced in front of him, Lu Changfeng was also surprised, ordinary Jianghu factions also had such good hands, but they looked down on it, and suddenly felt that the wind was sassy, and the white shadow was facing it, but it was Swing that pounced on the close attack, and his left palm had been split down to his shoulder.

The road is long and the wind does not move, and the cross arm is a one, and it is hard to hit hard, and even to eliminate it.

Unexpectedly, the left palm of the swing just reached the halfway point, and the palm was changed to a finger, and the index finger and middle finger leaned out, forming the shape of scissors, and at the same time pointed to the "Huizong acupoint" and "Yangchi acupoint" on his right wrist.

Lu Changfeng was also surprised and surprised, followed by the change of moves, the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were also raised, and he used the "Neon Orchid", pointing finger to finger, and pointing at his two fingers.

In this moment of lightning, the four fingers touched, and the two of them shook at the same time, but the swing jumped backwards, but the road Changfeng did not move the upper body of an iron bridge.

The swing also couldn't stop looking up and down, and shouted: "Nod and say, good fingering! The finger strength is so strong! Okay, just show the blade." Qiu asked for advice on the high tricks of the road servant's shooting. ”

With his hand pulled back, he brought the iron fan out from the back of his neck. Followed by a swing of the fan handle, a move "spirit snake swing tail", the body with the fan, the head of the fan is a thorn, the tail of the fan is pouting, even the thorn with a point, the body is really fast and incoherent.

Lu Changfeng's fingers to fingers were also painful, and he shook his hand a few times, but he didn't pretend to arrive, the pain was pain, and he grinned in pain.

As soon as he saw the tip of the fan pierced, he pulled out the long sword next to his leg, and he was suspicious in his heart, and the wind was whirring above his head, and the handle of the fan had already pointed to his top door "Baihui Acupoint".

Seeing that the momentum was fierce and vicious, he couldn't move, so he immediately dodged sideways, and the tip of the sword came out. Unexpectedly, the fan changed its tricks halfway, and the tail of the fan came again, and with a snort, it hit the "jade pillow point" on the back of his neck again.

This downward trend is even more abrupt. Lu Changfeng hurriedly shrank his head and withdrew his sword, his head close to his legs, but he heard a strong wind, and the tip of the fan handle had grazed the edge of the back of his skull, and the strong wind was like a knife blowing.

Lu Changfeng really changed several times a day, and the masters met one after another, and in an instant, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

The blood from the corners of his mouth went down his mouth again, and he didn't have time to wipe it.

Lu Changfeng realized that in addition to the man in black that night, Swing was still a world-class martial arts master who had encountered such kung fu.

Swing saw that he was a few years older than Lu Changfeng, and he was secretly surprised: "This kid is agile and adaptable." It's a great talent. It's just that when he did it, his legs were inconvenient, otherwise how could he get a bargain. ”

At the moment, I don't have the upper hand, I don't have to worry about it, I go forward, the move changes again, and the folding fan in my hand seems to have become a judge's pen and a point pout, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, swift and incoherent.

But seeing him walking with the fan, a fan handle pointed east and west, flying up and down, the tricks are smart, the changes are ingenious, the more you fight, the tighter and tighter, the strange thing is that every move and every style does not leave the big points around the road Changfeng.

Lu Changfeng sat cross-legged to respond to all changes, and his heart was more and more shocked, and he stretched out his long sword at the moment, guarding the door, high and high, low and low, and the Nishang swordsmanship was already higher than the opponent's swordsmanship.

The fan handle in the swing hand simply turned into a light, shouting again and again, and the "iron fan door" housekeeping skills came out with a trick, such as the wind, such as thunder, such as lightning, smart and ethereal, changeable, and dazzling.

The two fought this time, playing fast, like a rabbit rising and falling, fast and incoherent, and there were endless tricks. The crowd of onlookers who watched the fight were stunned and amazed.

There is a teaching: "The viewer is like a mountain and depressed, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time." ”

Master Shaolin Kongjian suddenly turned his head sideways, and said to Xuan Yan and a few Bodhidharma disciples: "Amitabha, it seems that we have lived in Shaolin for a long time, and we really sit in the well and watch the sky, and really underestimate the heroes of the world." ”

The most obsessive martial arts and Dharma disciples of Xuan Nan looked at the two of them tumbling in and out of the moves, and they all held their breath, only to see that they were dizzy, and then they heard the abbot's words, and they looked at each other, and they couldn't help but look ashamed.

Sorumi sighed: "Sit in the well and watch the sky, sit in the well and watch the sky." This time, we have finally practiced that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read 10,000 books, alas, we are at best frogs at the bottom of the well. These two, any one, we are also struggling to fight. ”

This side of the carriage road is long and windy, high and low, left and right sword, and resists with heart.

The swing is like the wind, retreating like the wind, and pushing forward.

Fighting to the interval, the swing unfolds light work, hovering above the head of Lu Changfeng, fanning back and forth, flashing and moving, like a big bird flying in the air.

Lu Changfeng is still sitting on the top of the stone, and his upper body is turning drippingly, but he sees the swing leaping east and west, and his body is extremely light.

He was in danger several times around his body, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became, but his heart became clearer and clearer: "The fan handle of the head of Qiu specializes in attacking the opponent's acupoints, fast and ruthless, and there is no way to change." The red line master warned me that even if there are thousands of changes in the world, it is impossible to surpass the neon swordsmanship, just use fast fighting, I have only thought about it at this time after so many years?"

What I think in my heart, my heart is like a mirror. Less and less urgent, a sword made the wind and rain impenetrable, and the tip of the sword and the tip of the fan hit the eardrum with the sound of continuous clicking "ding".

Swing said in his heart that he couldn't win today, and besides, the road was long and the wind and the sea were cross-legged, and if he stretched out his hand flexibly, he would be sad for three hundred moves.

Thinking of this, "Tuo" jumped out of the circle, bowed to Lu Changfeng and said: "How offended is the road servant's shooting, now I can't win you, I can't beat you if you play it completely, the iron door is gone, you take care."

He was very angry, and he left without beating him, and left without looking back, and the rest of the heroes were even more stunned and didn't know what to do.