The young man swung his scimitar, and the sharp knife wind suddenly looked like a coiled snake, and as fast as a cunning rabbit, waving a scimitar in his hand, and his eyes were always looking for the opportunity to fly the needle in his sleeve. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Duan Zixiong raised his strength with both palms and condensed the cold qi to attack and block.

"Bang Bang ......"

The two collided violently, and a few more dull and heavy sounds were made.

The scimitar clanged, and it slammed into Duan Zixiong's face and chest, Duan Zixiong pushed and rotated his palm to the right, and attacked with the soles of his feet, not at all and just blindly blocking, as if he wanted to use his strength to fight against it.

Seeing Duan Zixiong's sharp cold palms, the footsteps of the young man of the Shengjiao faction also became extremely strange at this time, like stepping on a wooden stake, his body turned around differently, and he was shaking and falling out.

The scimitar flew out, a move did not fall, the sleeves fluttered and trembled, and suddenly, a little cold light suddenly rose, and in the shaking cuffs, a touch of cold stars flew straight away Duan Zixiong.

"Smack......

Duan Zixiong struck with a wave of his palm, and suddenly knocked down two, while the other pierced deep into his shoulder.

A tingling sensation arose, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, his heart ached, the weak internal force just now was instantly raised, and a right palm roared out, and the fierce cold air, like an erupting volcano, slapped directly to the chest of the young man of the Shan sect.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, like a red cloud of the setting sun, waving in the air, and red blood beads rolled down, some falling to the ground, some scattered on his clothes.

And where he was hit by Duan Zixiong on the chest, a white palm print, clearly exposed in the air, and the cold ice slag kept falling with his shaking body.

The young man of the Sang Gang swayed and did not fall to the ground because of this, he took a few steps back, and was supported by the juniors and disciples who belonged to the same sect behind him.

"Senior brother?" shouted the juniors behind the young man.

The young man looked back, then shook his head, indicating that he was okay and that he was not worried about his life.

And Duan Zixiong, holding the shoulder that was pierced into the needle, looked hideous in pain at this time, he took a few steps back, and leaned on a table behind him.

Looking at the silver needle that disappeared from his shoulder, his hand covering his shoulder kept shaking.

"Brother Duan, are you okay!" Zhuo Yi hurriedly stepped forward as well, worried.

Duan Zixiong shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that the life and death in the sleeves of the Sang Gang faction were so powerful, and I was bitten by it." ”

After speaking, he threw his eyes on the young man and said proudly: "Life and death in your sleeve still didn't kill me!"

The young man stroked his chest, snorted coldly, and said, "Your cold ice palm, didn't you kill me!"

"I think you're really looking for death!" Duan Zixiong shouted, and his left palm was raised.

"Ahh

Seeing this, the young man grinned and said proudly: "It's a joke that you have hit my silver needle and want to kill me with your palm!"

He turned his head, glanced at his fellow disciple beside him, and said in a low voice: "His palm power can't be used, you take the opportunity to kill him, and there will be no trouble!"

"But...... He is a member of the Western Harrier Ice Sect, wouldn't killing him make a feud with the West Harrier Ice Sect!"

When the young man of the Sagami Sect heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said disdainfully: "I'm afraid of a bird! He's just an insignificant person, there are so many people from the Western Harrier Cold Ice Sect, who can know if they kill him!"

The disciples beside the young man nodded slightly, and they all felt that what he said was reasonable, so several of them stood up.

Looking at the unfriendly eyes of several people, Duan Zixiong and Zhuo Yi naturally knew what they wanted to do.

"Haha, a few rabbit cubs, if you have the ability, let's come together! Lao Tzu is not afraid of you!" Duan Zixiong put aside Zhuo Yi in front of him and shouted at a few people who came over.

After all, Duan Zixiong is the young master of the Western Harrier Cold Ice Sect, and he is the son of Duan Yifeng, a generation of heroes, who has been influenced by Duan Yifeng since he was a child, and looks down on any sect in the rivers and lakes, except for his father, all the others in the rivers and lakes are completely out of his eyes.

"Ah......h

The sharp blades in everyone's hands were raised to the top of their heads, and they rushed towards him in an instant, looking at the few people who were rushing, Duan Zixiong gritted his teeth, and looked unafraid.

The sharp weapon was waved away, and just as a few people were about to reach Duan Zixiong, a white shadow flew from outside the door.

Then a cold air burst out from the white shadow, and the cream-colored mist, mixed with the harsh wind, came one after another.

"Smack, smack, smack......"

A pair of big hands waved out of the white mist, and suddenly slapped towards the chests of those people, only a few tremors were heard, and the galloping people, formed by the cold air, instantly flew backwards, and the wielding blades had fallen to the ground at this time, making a burst of "jingling" sounds.

The injured young man of the Sagama Sect couldn't help but widen his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, his fellow disciples and brothers were all knocked to the ground by unknown people, and none of them stood up again.

He hurriedly raised his gaze and looked at the man who had just applauded, and saw a white-bearded old man, standing not far from him with his hands behind him.

The old man was dressed in a gray robe, his hair was gray, although he was old, but looking at his slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of eyes as deep as the bottom of the sea, people couldn't help but feel a chill in their backs, and an inexplicable fear surged into their hearts.

"Daddy...... Dad?" Duan Zixiong looked at his back and hurriedly shouted excitedly.

When the old man heard Duan Zixiong's words, he slowly turned his head, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Xiong'er, that's good! Dad didn't expect you to be so brave and didn't embarrass our Western Harrier Cold Ice Sect!"

Hearing his father's praise, Duan Zixiong smiled on his face, and then straightened his chest, looking very proud.

"Who are you?" shouted the young man of the Saka sect.

Duan Yifeng slowly turned his head, smiled at it, and shook his head: "Young man, don't be so angry, it's easy to hurt yourself!"

The young man looked at Duan Yifeng directly, saw that he had reached his twilight years, and heard his weak words just now, and couldn't help but think twice at the moment.

He thought secretly: "The other party's palms just now were really hearty, and the competition between myself and that young man can be said to be equal." And this old man is the father of this young man, it is inevitable that his martial arts skills will be high, if he fights with this old man, his strength is estimated to be hanging, and now he is injured. ”

But as soon as he saw that his fellow disciple was still lying on the ground and rolling, his anger suddenly rose, and then he thought: "No matter how high his martial arts are, based on his evaluation of the young man's martial arts, the old man is not much higher, after all, he is old, and he can be said to be the last of the strong crossbow." ”

He thought about it, and shouted with a straight face: "Old fellow, don't be long-winded! You dare to beat our people from the Shenggu faction, I think you are really tired of life!" )