In fact, Ling Feiyun was originally supposed to be a swordsman, but he strayed into a strange master, worshiped a strange master, and finally ended up with a lifelong sword seal. The master of Ling Feiyun www.biquge.info called the sword slave, thirty or forty years ago, everyone knew the swordsman on the rivers and lakes, until he met a strong enemy in his twilight years, and after being cut off his right hand, he abandoned the sword and did not use it. The old monster of Chaohu set up a door rule, and his disciples can practice swordsmanship, but the day of leaving the school is the time to seal the sword, and the disciples are not allowed to use the sword for life, so as to avoid the curse of the sword from dying from the sword.

Zhou Ming was frightened in his heart, and hurriedly shouted: "Quickly get my purple gold broadsword!" Before the words fell, his body had already retreated in a hurry, retreating towards the periphery of the warship.

"Righteous thief, where to go!" Ling Feiyun had already raised his sword and chased out, and Ling Feiyun's two mentions had already arrived first, blocking Zhou Ming's way, and Zhou Ming had to block with his bare hands in a hurry. Zhou Ming's two lieutenants jointly lifted Zhou Ming's purple gold broadsword from the warehouse, the knife was nine feet long, seven inches wide, and weighed nine hundred and eighty-one pounds. Seeing that Zhou Ming couldn't get rid of Ling Feiyun's offensive at all, the two lieutenants pushed together and threw the purple gold knife onto the deck where Ling and Zhou were fighting, and the blade was inserted diagonally into the deck, still shaking.

Zhou Ming's slanted eyes at the purple gold knife in front of him, a fish jumped forward and rolled forward, regardless of the embarrassed posture, hurriedly rushed out from under Ling Feiyun's crotch, jumped in front of the purple gold knife in one step, held both hands, pulled out the purple gold knife that was deep in the deck, and raised the horizontal knife, ready to meet it. With the purple gold knife in hand, Zhou Ming's momentum skyrocketed instantly, and his figure seemed to have risen by a point.

"Ling Feiyun, what kind of evil technique did you use? ”

Ling Feiyun didn't answer, his eyes were bloodshot and blood-red, and his teeth were tight, as if he wanted to devour people.

Zhou Ming couldn't help but be surprised, and said as if he was talking to himself: "Evil is invincible, although your evil art can instantly improve people's skills, but the power of counterattack must not be small, it is expected that you will not be able to fight for a long time, now that I have the purple gold sword in my hand, I am afraid that you will defeat me within a hundred rounds!"

"You're right, my Seven Wounds Fist really can't fight for a long time, so I must fight quickly!" Ling Feiyun's eyes were red, but he let out an evil sneer. With his right hand, he thrust the Seven-Star Xuanwu Sword into the deck, the sword stood on its own and swayed, Ling Feiyun violently hammered the seven big points in his chest again with both hands, one punch after another, one punch after another, one punch after another, after seven punches, Ling Feiyun opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes were no longer able to see the black pupils, and they were full of bloody red.

Above this lake are all soldiers, if it is in the green forest rivers and lakes, I am afraid that Ling Feiyun will set off a bloody storm of treasure hunting today. In one day, he actually carried two treasures, and there was no shortage of strange people on the rivers and lakes, with Ling Feiyun's martial arts, it was impossible to sit on these two treasures safely. The seven-star Xuanwu heavy sword in his hand is a famous sword, and it can be asked for a lot of money, and it will not shake the rivers and lakes, but the miraculous skill used by Ling Feiyun will skyrocket, as long as there is a master who knows the goods, it will definitely be snatched.

Ling Feiyun was able to become more and more courageous, and his skill skyrocketed in an instant, relying on this miraculous skill. This exercise is not mysterious, but the seven injuries used by Xie Xun, the golden lion king, the four great Dharma kings of the Demon Sect in the past, want to hurt others first and hurt yourself, practice seven injuries, instantly seal the seven acupoints of the human body, damage the heart, hurt the lungs, destroy the liver and intestines, hide, lose essence, trance, until the seven injuries and violence, instantly stimulate the potential of the human body and greatly improve the skill. It's a pity that the Seven Injuries Fist can maintain the power for up to three hours, and after three hours, the Seven Injuries Fist is extremely injured, and the physical potential is excessively stimulated, and it is difficult to recover the strength in a short period of time, and it will cause great internal injuries, and the limbs and organs are greatly damaged, and it is not impossible to even fall into lifelong disability. Despite this, this practice of hurting others and hurting oneself has still become a treasure in the rivers and lakes, and it has been nearly lost after several tosses, and the stronger the more obsessed they are with this magical exercise that can make people go berserk in an instant.

The sword is a gentleman among the hundred soldiers, "the knife goes black, the sword goes green", the knife pays attention to the power of black fierceness, the more fierce the knife is the greater the power, the sword is light and elegant, with the skill to hit the heavy, swordsmanship is to hit, stab, grid, wash, teasing, wiping, pick seven kinds of techniques, derived from countless sword moves routine. At this moment, Ling Feiyun Seven-Star Xuanwu Heavy Sword was in his hand, wielding it vigorously and heavily, not an ordinary sword move that was light and elegant, but a split, chop, chop, and slash, all the way to the sword move wide open and close, and the purple gold sword technique made by Zhou Ming was the same, and it was even possible not to fall into the wind, but Zhou Ming had already been numb in his mouth, and there was faint blood oozing from the palm of his hand.

After a hundred rounds, Zhou Ming underestimated the durability of Ling Feiyun's Seven Injuries Fist Technique, Ling Feiyun did not exhaust his strength, but Zhou Ming blocked everywhere, left and right, only the ability to parry and no power to fight back, extremely embarrassed.

I saw Ling Feiyun's right hand make a move to "swing the knife to break the water", and slashed diagonally towards Zhou Ming's left shoulder, Zhou Ming raised the purple gold blade to meet him, which was able to block this swift sword. But he didn't know that Ling Feiyun's next sword move was faster, and he swung his sword with his backhand, which was another move of "Eagle Strike in the Sky", Zhou Ming slid away with both hands and pressed down with the long hilt to block. Ling Feiyun took advantage of the power of this block, and swirled half a circle around the situation, the sword light had risen, and it was another move "White Rainbow Through the Sun" to stab Zhou Ming's chest, this stab was extremely fast and fierce, and when Zhou Ming blocked the "Eagle Strike in the Sky" before, the empty door in his chest was already wide open, and at this time there was no way to avoid it, and there was only one death.

Although Zhou Ming was powerless and unable to resist this fatal sword, he could clearly see that this sword was coming with wind and rain, as if it brought a sword light and cold air, and the sound of the tip of the sword breaking through the air was still in his ears. The black pupils in Zhou Ming's eyes contracted tightly, and a fear that he had never felt before in his life hit his heart. Human beings can never escape death, and there is no so-called warrior who regards death as home, and when death really comes, there is no other way for people than fear.

Zhou Ming instinctively closed his eyes, it was pitch black, like the hell of death, but it was quiet darkness, without the gusts of wind and heart-rending screams like hell. Zhou Ming recalled the fast horses that wandered the rivers and lakes when he was young, wandering on a leaf of brocade sail on Dongting Lake, everything was so beautiful, but it was passing far away, and he couldn't catch it anymore, and there was Yu'er who was missing, although he knew that she loved Ling Feiyun deeply, but Zhou Ming knew in his heart that he did love her, and it was not all for revenge, maybe this love was a little complicated.