"Die, boy, don't be so arrogant in the next life, hahaha!" Tu Yuan's blood-colored palm print got closer and closer, and he smiled darkly.

Ying Lengfeng's eyes widened, now he was seriously injured, so he had to stupidly watch Tu Yuan attack with a palm, he already regretted it in his heart, regretted that he shouldn't have been so careless, regretted taking over this task, and regretted running into this cunning "blood palm" Tu Yuan.

But what's the use of regret, his eyes are getting darker and darker, quietly waiting for death.

But a moment later, there was a "poof" sound in front of him, Ying Lengfeng realized that he was not dead, and looked at the white-shirted young man holding a silver sword in front of him in disbelief, and stopped Tu Yuan's "bloody palm" with the scabbard with one hand, as if he was a god, he cracked Tu Yuan's stunt lightly, causing Tu Yuan's eyes to widen angrily and retreat suddenly.

Feng Qingyang looked at Tu Yuan, who was retreating, and smiled faintly: "What a 'blood palm' Tu Yuan, outsiders say that you are as cunning as a snake, and now I can see it." ”

Tu Yuan's face was cloudy and uncertain, looking at this white-clothed young man who had easily cracked his stunt just now, and after thinking about it for a while, he paid attention to it, and then said with a smile: "Dare to ask who Your Excellency is?" I wonder if you can let me go?"

Feng Qingyang still looked inconvenient, and said with a light smile: "The eldest husband can bend and stretch, and his mind is really thoughtful, but I can't let you leave so easily today, I have to borrow something from you!"

Tu Yuan's face sank, and he stared at Feng Qingyang: "Dare to ask what you borrowed!"

"Of course, it's to borrow your head!" Feng Qingyang's true qi around his body had been mobilized, ready to kill Tu Yuan at any time.

Tu Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he laughed: "Which sect should I be, but I didn't expect it to be just a hairy boy in the early stage of Qi Condensation." Boy, since you don't think you can do anything and want to borrow my head, then you and the disciples of the Absolute Sword Sect will go to hell today to repent!

If Feng Qingyang was a martial artist at the peak of the late stage of Qi Condensation, he Tu Yuan might still be afraid of one or two, and even because he already had a secret injury on his body, he would directly take the road and escape. However, judging from the fluctuations of the true qi revealed on Feng Qingyang's body just now, the kid in front of him was only at the peak of the early stage of condensation, and he was really not afraid, although he felt a little strange from the true qi on Feng Qingyang's body, but Tu Yuan felt that his cultivation could completely crush him, and he didn't take it to heart.

Ying Leng Feng also felt the fluctuation of Feng Qingyang's true qi when Feng Qingyang called his true qi, and his heart that had risen to hope couldn't help but sink, looking at Tu Yuan's crazy look, his heart was in a hurry: "This brother, you can run for your life quickly, this Tu Yuan is a strong man in the late stage of condensation, you have no chance of winning against him, don't worry about me, run for your life, bring the news to the people of my master's sect!"

After speaking, Ying Lengfeng took out a crimson pill from his arms, and a violent pill qi came out, Ying Lengfeng looked at the pill in his hand, and hesitated for a while, but he seemed to think of something in his heart, his eyes were certain, and he was about to swallow the pill in his hand immediately.

This scene was seen by Feng Qingyang, and with a decisive sword scabbard, he swept away the pill in Ying Lengfeng's hand, and did not look at Ying Lengfeng's stunned expression at the moment, his eyes returned to Tu Yuan, and said lightly: "Brother Ying doesn't have to be like this, since I dare to stand up, I should be sure." Brother Ying, rest assured, the swordsman's sword is not just an auxiliary weapon!"

Tu Yuan frowned, he had been wandering outside for many years, evading pursuit, and the alertness in his heart had long exceeded ordinary people. When Feng Qingyang blocked him from palming him with all his strength just now, he had some doubts in his heart, and now seeing Feng Qingyang's calm and unhurried appearance, he felt a trace of crisis, as if something terrible had happened, but this thought was just a flash, how could a guy in the early stage of condensation posely pose a threat to him in the late stage of condensation, it was a joke. He had also heard of the genius of cross-level combat, but he had never seen one who could cross so many levels, this thought passed by with a smile in his heart, and he grinned fiercely: "Then I'll try your confidence, don't die all at once, then it's no fun! Haha! Blood God Palm!"

Before the words fell, Tu Yuan stomped his feet suddenly, rose to the sky, and with the help of a short period of time in the air, the wind Qingyang and the two of them on the ground, exhaled with all his palm, and a huge blood-colored palm print fell from the sky, as if the sky and the earth had changed color under one palm, the wind exhaled, and the blood-colored palm prints covered the place were all gloomy, and the palm prints had not yet fallen, and the majestic true qi overwhelmed the onlookers on both sides of the road, and their faces showed fear, and they wanted to flee in a hurry, but it was too late.

With a boom, the blood-colored palm print has completely fallen, the palm print crushes the street, the surrounding gravel splashes, the coverage area is more than 20 meters in a radius, the buildings on both sides have long been full of holes, the most lively restaurant in Ping'an Town is also broken by the palm wind shock when the blood-colored palm print falls, the people who are close to the good thing have no time to escape, either the blood-colored palm print is hit head-on and crushed into a pulp, or the gravel rolled up by the palm wind is smashed into a sieve, the lucky ones are penetrated by the gravel and die, the bad luck is broken, the whole body is broken, the holes are numerous, the blood does not stop, and the pain is unbearable。

Looking at the blood-colored palm prints, where Feng Qingyang and Ying Lengfeng were standing, they had fallen into a pit one meter deep within the range of the palm prints. The people affected by the lucky palm prints were amazed, and they didn't sigh in their hearts, and they didn't sigh that the two young men just now were afraid that they were already dead.

"Hahaha~~~ I Tu Yuan has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, and the people who want to kill me have to line up a few times around the Great Song Kingdom, my hand is a high-level palm, I have worked hard to be able to practice to the second level, how can these juniors in the rivers and lakes resist, I Tu Yuan wants you to die in the third watch, how can I keep you until the fifth watch, and in the next life, the reincarnation move will be a little brighter, not everyone you can afford to provoke, hahahaha!" Tu Yuan hasn't been as happy as he is today for a long time, since he was seriously injured by a sword from the inner disciple of Yitai White Sword Sect last time, he began to flee in all directions, and finally fled to Ping'an Town, thinking that he could rest for a while and recuperate well, but he didn't expect that the two juniors came and shouted to kill him, how could he not be angry, and now after killing these two people, his heart is much happier. The only pity is that with all his palm, he broke out the secret method, and his strength was too ruthless, and the two of them were afraid that they were already gone, and they couldn't get anything cheap from them.

The surrounding rivers and lakes are still talking, discussing in a whisper, for fear of provoking Tu Yuan, a murderous person, and being sent back to the west by him.

"Hey! This 'Fierce Blood Palm' Tu Yuan is so domineering in one hand, and the power is too great, in my opinion, the power of this move is comparable to a blow from a strong person!"

"How can we guess blindly if we are strong in qi, but this palm power is fierce, so if we also stand a little closer, I am afraid that we will die under this palm power in vain. ”

"Pity those two young men, we have no power to help them. ”

"Shhh, be quiet, beware of being listened to by that Tu Yuan, who wants your life. ”

......

At this moment, Feng Qingyang held Ying Lengfeng's waist with one hand, stood on the roof not far away, and looked at Tu Yuan who was talking to himself on the street playfully. But he didn't see a trace of ruddy on Ying Lengfeng's pale face, which he was holding around his waist.

"You wanted to say this before you died?"

Feng Qingyang's indifferent voice came from above Tu Yuan's head, causing everyone on the street to be shocked, and they immediately turned their heads to look, only to see Feng Qingyang standing on the roof, no.

Tu Yuan looked at the roof intact and the wind was clear, his eyes widened, and his expression was incredulous: "You didn't ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Feng Qingyang pull out a sword, and a cold sword light flew out.

Poof!

A ray of blood light flew out from Tu Yuan's head, and then I saw Tu Yuan's head fly down to the feet of the onlookers, only to see Tu Yuan's eyes open angrily at this moment, his mouth slightly open, and the startled people couldn't help but take a step back, and some timid people were even frightened and fell to the ground.

Feng Qingyang looked at Tu Yuan's headless corpse slowly falling to the ground, and put his sword into the sheath: "I thought that an experienced wicked person like you could bring a trace of pressure to my sword to break through again, but it's a pity! ”

Ying Lengfeng, who was sandwiched by Feng Qingyang's waist, was already a little red, but now after hearing this, his face was even more ruddy, and he immediately twisted his body unhappily and said: "Hurry up, I'll let me down, what kind of body is it like now!"

Feng Qingyang then remembered Ying Lengfeng on his waist, and immediately let go of his hand, Ying Lengfeng fell to the ground in response: "I'm sorry, Brother Ying, this Tu Yuan's Fierce Blood Divine Palm is worthy of being a high-level palm technique, and it can't be a tough enemy, if you and I don't dodge quickly, we will now become the soul of this palm." The matter is urgent, and I hope that Brother Ying will not be surprised. ”

After saying "ouch", Ying Lengfeng slowly stood up, looking at Feng Qingyang with an annoyed expression, without the slightest manly demeanor who had just confronted Tu Yuan in the restaurant.

After slowing down for a while, he realized that his performance was wrong, and his face retreated: "Ahem, thank you Brother Feng for rescuing me just now." In Xia Ying Leng Feng, a disciple of the outer sect of the Absolute Sword Sect. ”

Feng Qingyang smiled indifferently: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and when the road is uneven, they should draw their swords to help, besides, I also took over the task of killing this fang, there is nothing to thank or thank." ”

Ying Lengfeng nodded slightly, but saw that the wind was clear and his words changed: "But I see that Brother Ying's voice is weak like a female voice, presumably the injury is not light, it is better to find a place for treatment at this time." ”

As soon as Feng Qingyang spoke, Ying Leng Feng was shocked in his heart, thinking that Feng Qingyang had seen something, until Feng Qingyang finished speaking, he pretended to be calm and said: "Yes, yes, I'm afraid I can't stay in this peaceful town, I have to go to a nearby town as soon as possible to heal and recover my skills."

Feng Qingyang didn't notice that something was wrong in Ying Lengfeng's eyebrows, looked around, and nodded slowly.