Above the volley, the air flow surged. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is not only a sword qi, but also a shadow drawn by a strange weapon that is not a sword or a halberd, and the airflow hits the purple bamboo, and this piece of purple bamboo is no longer silent, only Xiao Xiao fights.

Yun Feiyang couldn't help but be surprised by the martial arts cultivation of the masked black-clothed man who made the strange weapon in his heart, he couldn't imagine that there were such a top master among the evil sects, it was really rare. Of course, Yun Feiyang didn't have many cult masters in contact, and naturally he didn't know how many such masters there were among the cults.

In fact, among the evil sects, there are many masters, but they haven't encountered many.

However, the one he met today is indeed one of the best masters, every move and style contains infinite changes, no matter what kind of trick Yun Feiyang uses, he can resolve it.

But relatively speaking, the masked man in black also secretly complained in his heart. Because every sword that flies out is deadly. Moreover, its sword qi is extremely domineering, containing a thousand changes.

Because the Tang poetry sword trick pays attention to the artistic conception of endless aftertaste, this kind of poetry and painting is shown through swordsmanship, which is indeed extremely eye-catching both in terms of posture and artistic conception.

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back to the ......" Yun Feiyang will be a poem by the poet Du Fu "Ascending" like a picture scroll to show out, the voice just fell, the arm rushed up, the sword qi Xiao Xiao, like a roaring ape, waiting for the dragon sword to sweep the purple bamboo bamboo leaves, he almost turned around, and a sword stabbed at the masked black-clothed man, like a flock of birds returning to the nest.

The masked man in black was stunned, flew away, picked up the strange weapon that was not a sword or a halberd, and was about to engulf towards the clouds.

Yun Feiyang whispered: "Boundless falling trees Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling ......" For a while, the sword shadow flickered, like a boundless Xiao Xiao falling wood, falling from the sky, shrouding the masked man in black.

The masked man in black gasped, his clothes fluttered, and he was lucky to dodge from under the flying shadow of the sword. When the horror was settled, Yun Feiyang deceived himself and went straight forward, and immediately the sword shadow turned into a stormy wave, rolling in, and devouring the masked man in black.

The masked black-clothed man was shocked, he really couldn't dodge this time, and was slashed by Yun Feiyang's sword and stabbed in the arm.

Although his arm was injured, he hurriedly withdrew the weapon in his hand that was not a sword or a halberd, turned over in the air, and slashed at Yun Feiyang with a move of "looking back at the moon".

"Thousands of miles of sorrow and autumn are often guests, and more than a hundred years of illness are on ......the stage alone" Yun Feiyang can be described as full of emotion, as if he has been intoxicated by it, when he muttered this verse, he has already retracted the sword momentum, it seems to be extremely sad, but the softness is rigid, the sword qi seems to be weakened, in fact, it does not reduce the lethality at all.

The masked black-clothed man was taken aback, and hurriedly flew to kick Zizhu under his feet, floating to dodge. But Yun Feiyang's swordsmanship was too exquisite, and he roared: "Hardship, bitterness, frost and sideburns, pouring down the new turbid wine glass......"

Almost without any deviation, a sword stabbed down through the ear of the masked man in black, and then the next sword stabbed horizontally.

"Wow ......"

A sword stabbed the masked man in black's soft underbelly, and suddenly, his figure fell from the air like a wild goose with an arrow.

Yun Feiyang fell to the ground, the sword qi swept away, the horizontal sword was sealed in front of his chest, and he shouted in a low voice: "Say, where is Shen Shuangru?"

The masked man in black fell down and knelt on one knee, blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Yun Feiyang, even if you kill me, don't want to know where that stinky girl is Shen Shuangru!"

Yun Feiyang couldn't help but get angry, and stepped forward quickly, Long Yin's sword shook, and the tip of the sword pressed against the throat of the masked man in black an inch, and said coldly: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Bah, Yun Feiyang, do you think I look like a person who is afraid of death? "The masked man in black is very stubborn.

Yun Feiyang's sword light flashed, and ......the masked black-clothed man actually closed his eyes, but it was a cool wind blowing, and the masked black-clothed man was taken aback, opened his eyes, and stared at Yun Feiyang.

"Liu Tiansong?" Yun Feiyang almost couldn't believe his eyes, that kind of surprise was definitely no less than the familiar face in front of him, it turned out that Yun Feiyang picked off Liu Tiansong's masked silk scarf with a sword, and suddenly revealed that familiar face.

Liu Tiansong sneered and shouted at Yun Feiyang: "Yun Feiyang, the first battle of Guqinju, my father's death, I think about it left and right, but I still can't figure it out, except for you that day, there will be no one else." I still suspect you're a murderer!"

"Fart!" Yun Feiyang was angry, "Let me tell you, the real murderer of Guqinju that day was the poisonous hand Yinglong!"

"What evidence do you have?" Liu Tiansong was skeptical when he heard this.

Yun Feiyang looked around, only to see that Shangguan Ziyun was still fighting with those masked black-clothed people, and he said to Liu Tiansong, "Don't you want your men to stop?"

"Who told you that those people are my subordinates?" Liu Tiansong glared at him inexplicably.

"What? aren't you in the same group as them?" Yun Feiyang was surprised, it seemed that they were all masked black clothes, but after a closer look, Liu Tiansong's masked black clothes were indeed not the same as those people.

In this way, those people are Tantric people, and Liu Tiansong has another purpose.

"Then why did you appear in this purple bamboo forest?" Yun Feiyang asked suspiciously.

"Nonsense, don't you know why I'm here?" asked Liu Tiansong rhetorically.

Yun Feiyang was confused, "The devil knows what you're doing here!"

"I heard that there will be Fu Xiqin and the Divine Soldier Spectrum in the Purple Bamboo Forest today, and my father died for the Fu Xiqin and the Divine Soldier Spectrum, I want to see why these two treasures are so attractive. It's a pity that I met you when I came here!"

"But, you want to kill me!" Yun Feiyang said coldly.

"Yes, I wanted to kill you in my dreams, because you deserve to die. Liu Tiansong said viciously.

Yun Feiyang shook his head confidently, "But you don't have the ability to kill me, and there will be no appearance of Fu Xiqin and the Divine Soldier Spectrum, you are fooled." ”

"Fooled, fooled by you?" Liu Tiansong patted the dust on his body, stood up, and held the weapon that was not a sword or a halberd in his hand.

Yun Feiyang shook his head, "I was also fooled! I was originally here to save people!"

"I know you're here to save Shen Shuangru!" Liu Tiansong said with a sneer.

"Why do you know?"

"Because someone told me the news, saying that the daughter of Shen Juntian, the Marquis of Dongting Lake, was kidnapped today, and she will appear here today, and someone will bring Fu Xiqin and the Divine Soldier Spectrum to save her!" Liu Tiansong said. (To be continued.) )