Faced with such a scene, Cui Shiyuan was not shocked, and the playful sword in his hand danced like a rainbow, and his body was vertical, and he was facing the attack of the two.

Hua Xianghu Jinhua's horizontal knife is fierce, but his sword intent is not strong, and he was bounced out by Cui Shiyuan's evil black gas before he touched the blade, and he didn't hold the steel knife out of his hand, if it weren't for the half-body Taibao Liu Zhi in time to force the edge back with the flying eight treasures exquisite fork in his hand, and almost became a ghost under the sword.

"Hehe, good man, look at the sword!"

Cui Shiyuan, who was broken by Liu Zhi's sword momentum, sneered, and a sword broke through the wind, and he rushed forward, so frightened that half of the Taibao rolled on the spot, coiled his double forks behind his back, and protected his heart, for fear of being injured by the black sword qi.

Although the skills of the two of them are obscene in the Flying Star Pavilion, they are also the number one people in the rivers and lakes, but they were beaten so embarrassed by a nameless boy today, it is really strange and strange.

Although he had doubts in his heart, he couldn't allow Liu Zhi to ponder carefully in the battle situation, and hurriedly got up from the ground and danced again after avoiding the catastrophe with one move. But what he never expected was that Cui Shiyuan's body technique was so fast, and as soon as he turned around, the short sword had already approached, and at the last moment, Hua Xianghu Jinhua shouted, and the steel knife dissolved Cui Shiyuan's wind-chasing playful sword like thunder.

"Well, good boy, I really didn't expect you to be so capable, and look at my tricks!"

At such a time, Jinhua naturally didn't dare to have any reservations, and spun the tiger-headed steel knife around his waist, with a cold light in his eyes, and the sound of the sassy wind, domineering like a wild dragon, it was his famous move across the rivers and lakes - the wild dragon slash!

In this martial arts, the people who use knives can be roughly divided into three factions, the first is the routine knife, which is known for its exquisite moves and hidden essence in danger. The second faction is the Yuan Qi Knife, which hurts people with vertical and horizontal knife qi, and within 100 steps, takes people's heads from invisible. The third faction is the Jinhua sword, the sword is mainly based on the strength of the two arms, plus a certain amount of internal strength, so as to open the mountain and gravel, slay the dragon and slaughter the Jiao, invincible.

The dragon slash is the best move in the sword, since Hua Xianghu Jinhua joined the Flying Star Pavilion, I don't know how many heroes and heroes have died under this move, and now Cui Shiyuan has taken out this kind of ruthless move at the bottom of the box, it can be seen that he is determined to kill him and then quickly.

Seeing that the blade in front of him was cold and coming, Cui Shiyuan only shouted, "It's good!" and then pressed his wrist with an oblique sword, drawing a streamer, dividing the stars and bursting out. In an instant, it condensed into several sword qi and swayed in all directions.

Although Hua Xianghu Jinhua's sword technique is fierce, it is difficult to resist Cui Shiyuan's sword moves scattered, overcoming rigidity with softness, and before he can react, several new reds have been added to his body, and blood is shooting out.

"It's really hateful!" Liu Zhi, the half-body Taibao watched, gritted his teeth, pressed the double-pronged mechanism in his hand, and the tip of the fork immediately jumped out with a chain, like two sharp arrows, circling and attacking Cui Shiyuan's ribs.

Hearing that the wind behind him was wrong, the little sword demon retracted his elbow to defend, swung his sword a few times, and several sword qi had already knocked down the flying fork, followed by a flick of his head, and said to Liu Zhiyan, "You are looking for death!"

In an instant, the black pupils were filled with blood, which was terrifying and abnormal, and the faint black qi coming out of the body was also a little stronger. At this time, Xilai Sword Feng Bu knew that if he continued to fight, he was afraid that the lives of the two of them would have to be handed over to this kid, so it was better to simply slaughter this voyeuristic old way, and he would meet him for a while.

Thinking of this, the sword in his hand rose angrily, and said coldly to the Daoist Chief, "Voyeurism, voyeurism, you have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for half your life, and you will die at my hands today, and it is not in vain to come to the world to go through this experience." ”

"Hehe, the thief of the Flying Star Pavilion, if you want to kill, you will kill less nonsense, blame only my old Taoist for being kind-hearted and soft-faced, and fell for your tricks, but I pity the dozens of heroes who fought in Yuzhou and were all murdered. That's it, Poor Dao will accompany them. ”

The long beard of the voyeur Dao, who had the intention of dying, was fluttering, and his face was resolute, which was quite murderous. At this moment, a loud Buddha call suddenly sounded in the maple forest, "Amitabha, the cause and effect in the world are all due to merit and demerits, what can I do if I kill myself." ”

When Feng Bu looked up, he saw a fat monk galloping in the distance, dressed in an apricot yellow monk's robe, with thirty-six causal beads coiled on his chest, and his feet were so fast that he was close in a blink of an eye.

"Monk, no matter who you are, I advise you, but don't worry about this idle matter. ”

Feng Bu didn't know the great monk Huikong because he was not very old, he was just a monk who could do two things, and if he was willing to listen to the advice, he didn't want to have more rights and wrongs.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are wrong. Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have not been separated, and now you are relying on a sharp sword to kill this brother, how can the poor monk ignore it?"

Seeing that this great monk clasped his palms together, he actually explained the truth to himself, Feng Bu was unhappy in his heart, thinking that this person was afraid that he was not a mad monk from somewhere, and for the sake of safety, it was better to kill the voyeur first.

Thinking of this, he didn't pay much attention to Monk Huikong, only a cold sword light flashed, stabbing at the throat of the peep void Dao Chang, and at this moment, a heavy big hand "bang" slapped, and with the power of his strong palm, Feng Bu's sword was violently shaken off the track.

"Amitabha, why should the benefactor be so persistent? I hope you can let go of your anger so that you can be liberated as soon as possible. ”

"Hiss......" Feng Bu gasped, he never expected this monk's kung fu to be so powerful, it seemed that it would be inevitable to fight a fierce battle after a while, and immediately said, "Hmph, you wild monk, I'm afraid you haven't heard of the name of the Flying Star Pavilion Twelve Star Thorns, right?

Without saying a word, Feng Bu's sword light surged, like a stormy wave, and rushed straight towards the bare-handed Huikong monk.

"Master, be careful!" the weak Voyeur Dao Master saw that Feng Bu suddenly became troubled, and hurriedly reminded him.

Monk Huikong had already prepared, and since he had waited for Cui Shiyuan at the ferry port for a long time and had not seen him return, he guessed if something had happened.

Sure enough, when he came to look for it, he saw the little sword demon overflowing with black energy, fighting two murderers.

I had the heart to go up to help, but at a glance I saw that the Daoist was forced under Feng Bu's sword, and judging by his good looks, he was a righteous person, and he must have been a person in the righteous path who gave birth to a compassionate heart.

Condensing qi and standing up, palm luck, Huikong monk turned into a form with strength, shuttling between the sword blades, and also lost his kung fu, in other words, ordinary people would have been killed in an instant under Feng Bu's fast sword, the two of them turned into two balls of light and shadow, and it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior after fighting for more than a dozen rounds.

On the other side, Cui Shiyuan's sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the blood and poisonous qi in his body was about to be exhausted.