Surrounded by two guns, two swords and a chain hammer, Fengzi was invincible in the world even if he attacked with internal strength, and what he saw was also clear, but he suddenly encountered it, but he was also in a hurry. Two guns and a chain hammer are not very good, those two Qingfeng long swords are quick to make a decision, and the sword moves are biased, and they must be difficult. The six people on the field were like spinning heels, chasing the wind and electricity, only dazzling the Yuqing Daoist and others outside the field, dumbfounded, all of them couldn't imagine that with Fengzi at such an age, how could there be such an amazing cultivation in martial arts?

These cadres all know that the two yellow-clothed men on the field have different swordsmanship, and they come from Bucuri Yongshun outside the gate. Bucuri Yongshun is the birthplace of the Manchus in the current dynasty, after the Manchus won the world, in order to deal with the Central Plains martial arts sects, specially set up a department to collect the secrets of martial arts of other classes in the world, and select qualified people from the Manchus to practice with the spectrum, so as to integrate and penetrate, and resist the enemy in the rivers and lakes. In the past 100 years, there have been two masters of Bucuri Yongshun, who are not only proficient in the secret methods of martial arts of various sects, but also have ingenuity, and have created a wonderful martial arts system that is even different from the various schools of martial arts in the Central Plains, and has become a family of its own. The two men in yellow were the disciples of his swordsmanship, and they had come to the Central Plains a year ago.

In the face of such strange sword moves that are fundamentally different from the right path of swordsmanship, Fengzi also has time to deal with it, so how can he not make Yuqing Daoist and other people dumbfounded and shocked? Fengzi didn't dare to be careless, concentrating on two guns, two swords, and a chain hammer to deal with more than ten moves, and his heart gradually became clear. At this time, the conversation between the two beggar disciples of the Pear Flower Hall and the old man surnamed Shi and the Yuqing Daoist was heard in his ears, and Feng Zi was suddenly taken aback, thinking: "Could it be that the master of the Pear Flower Hall of this gang, Mi Da Gongjing, has been captured and imprisoned by the Ouchi guards, and these two beggars were only held hostage by the Ouchi guards because they were saving people, and they had to come forward to trick me here?"

In such a trance, everyone on the field has already seen that it is cheap. The man who made the chain hammer shouted loudly, and shouted: "Feng Zidu, are you still not ready to be caught?" suddenly swept into the ground, and smashed the hammer into the chest. The rest of the people followed suit, shouting loudly, and marching bravely with their weapons. Feng Zi suddenly saw that the situation around him was critical, how dare he think about it again? Hurriedly avoided the two strange swords, waved his palms and stabbed two shots in the back, and the number of the five people made the chain hammer that man's martial arts weak, just to make a breakthrough, a long howl, and shouted: "It's a good time." He dodged the hammer sideways, and suddenly bent his knees and protruded.

The man who made the chain hammer rush to the ground was in a hurry, but Fengzi not only avoided the hammer skillfully, but the direction of the knee collision was even more incredible, and he never expected that he would rush up like this, which was tantamount to dying for a long time. The man who made the chain hammer scream in fright, and wanted to withdraw and retreat, but where was there time? "Bang", he stood up and hit Fengzi's knees, and with a muffled snort, he couldn't help but fall backwards and fell out, his body twisted a few times, and he saw that it was difficult to live.

Seeing this, the "Holy Hand Venerable" Ge Tiangeng hurriedly approached the side of the old man surnamed Shi and the Yuqing Daoist, coughed lightly, shook his head and said: "Two colleagues, the old man fought with this kid for more than 300 rounds a few days ago, and it is difficult to solve it. Unexpectedly, he also knew that this kid was not only a strange martial artist, but also not afraid of the invasion of all the poisons in the world. At the moment, it looks like we're going to have to lead him into the woods and try to capture him. ”

The old man surnamed Shi and Yuqing Dao didn't expect the sudden change in the situation on the field, and they were shocked, and when they heard this, they glanced at Ge Tiangeng, and couldn't help but be very suspicious in their hearts. They all knew that Ge Tiangeng was not only brilliant in poison kung fu, but his martial arts cultivation was not flattering, since Feng Zi was not afraid of the invasion of all poisons in the world, with his martial arts, how could he have the reason to fight with him for more than 300 rounds? The two of them pondered: "It turns out that the knife wound on your shoulder was inflicted by this kid surnamed Feng. The old man surnamed Shi seemed to be the head of the guards on the field, and seeing the chaos of the battle on the field, he pondered for a moment and said, "What Mr. Ge said is true. We have to think of another way, or we will not be able to pay in front of the chief chaha. ”