Jing Feng's face on the other side of Chengdi and Chengfeng turned yellow and blue, but at this time, they were all pale by the power of the divine thunder. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What a powerful electric power!" the two rebel monks glanced at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.

In the rivers and lakes, there are all kinds of internal strength, either cold or scorching, but there are not many people who can use electric energy, and the god and thunder of Jing Feng are even more extraordinary.

Boom!

Chengdi and Chengfeng pulled out the ring knife at their waists, and since they couldn't get the sweetness on their fists, they used the sword to decide the victory or death.

Jing Feng shook his head helplessly, he originally wanted to continue to practice the Great God Thunder Hand, but it seemed that the abacus was about to be empty. Thinking of this, his palm pressed slightly on the handle of the ink dragon knife at his waist.

"The body is like a tiger standing on the dragon plate, leading but not triggering, good momentum. Cheng looked at Jing Feng, and secretly sighed in his heart, "I haven't walked the rivers and lakes for two years, when will this young man come out, it's really good martial arts!"

Emotion is emotion, at this time, Jing Feng is blocking the way, so he can only get rid of it.

Chengdi and Chengfeng glanced at each other, one left and one right, and attacked Jing Feng.

Knife pulling!

The two cold light flashing ring knives were imminent, Jing Feng suddenly moved, his arm swung out, and the ink dragon flew up, really like a dragon with sharp claws, breaking the knife moves of Chengdi and Chengfeng completely, and then roared and roared, heading towards the two of them under the hood!

Chengdi and Chengfeng changed color in shock, they didn't expect that Jing Feng's sword technique was equally powerful and domineering, except for the Great God Thunder Hand. Chengdi hurriedly raised the ring knife to protect the heavenly spirit. Chengfeng exerted force under his feet and retreated sharply.

Call!

The ink dragon knife fell, slashing on the ring knife, and there was a sound. This ring knife is made of cold iron in the North Sea, the material is not ordinary, and the Molong knife is slashed, and a little fire bursts between the blades, but there is no damage. However, Jing Feng's attack was strong and heavy, and the internal strength of the god thunder was transmitted to the ring knife through the ink dragon, and then to Chengdi's body, at this time, Chengdi's body was shocked by a huge force, thunder and lightning, and the pain was abnormal.

"Ho!"

Jing Feng shouted, kicked his right foot sideways, and hit the lower abdomen in the middle. This kick imitates An Zhenghao's taekling technique, which has seventy percent of the essence and is powerful.

Chengdi spat out a mouthful of blood, took more than ten steps back, sat down with one butt, and rolled around twice.

Jing Feng was unforgiving, and after repelling Chengdi, he used force under his feet, and his body flew out like a long arrow, chasing Chengfeng.

Chengfeng gritted his teeth and swung out the knife with both hands. The ring knife slashed through a cold light and slashed diagonally.

Jing Feng took a deep breath, his footsteps did not stop, and he still rushed towards Chengfeng. Mo Long provoked and followed the reverse trajectory towards the ring knife.

Boom!

The two knives struck each other, making a tooth-aching sound, and they were deadlocked. Jing Feng exerted his force from the bottom up, after all, it was not smooth, his mind turned sharply, and he swung the blade of the knife and flashed the knife. At the same time, taking a step forward, the electric palm came out again, and the Great God Thunder Hand struck Chengfeng in the chest.

Cheng Feng has also experienced a lot of battles, and his experience is no less than that of Jing Feng, and he also strikes a heavy palm, which can be met with him.

The palms intersected, the palms were violent, Jing Feng retreated three steps in a row, while Cheng Feng retreated as many as seven steps, only to feel that his chest was suffocated, and his true qi was not smooth.

"Damn, this kid is so domineering. Chengfeng stroked his chest and scolded secretly.

Chengdi and Chengfeng glanced at each other, and it was difficult to hide their fear. Although they are eight or nine years older than Jing Feng, Jing Feng's martial arts are eight or nine points higher than them, and they are not opponents when they fight alone. At this time, the only way to join forces is to join forces, otherwise it will only be broken by Jing Feng.

Anxious, Chengdi and Chengfeng looked to the other side, and the situation of Chenghuo and Chengshui was not much better. The evil sword in Nangong Mu Wu's palm was extremely sharp, and the cold iron ring knife was difficult to resist, and it had already collapsed into more than a dozen small gaps. The two of them were afraid of the evil god edge, and later they had to dodge again and again, Nangong Muwu's swordsmanship became more and more free, and the two of them were hung in many places, and they were completely at a disadvantage.

"Second junior brother, third junior brother, form a formation!" Cheng Di roared and stood with his sword drawn.

Chenghuo Chengshui heard the shout, he had already had this heart, and the double knife slashed out, forcing Nangong Muwu away, and flashed to Chengdi's side.

It is advisable to chase after the poor Kou with victory, Jing Feng knows that he can't leave them time to form a formation, so he holds the Molong Sword tightly and wants to attack again. As soon as the hand was forced, the Molong Knife seemed to sense the murderous intent of its master, and let out a long roar.

Jing Feng rose up, and the ink dragon was held high, slashing at the four people with the matter of splitting Huashan alone, its speed was extremely fast, and a black lightning seemed to flash in mid-air.

Bite!

Cheng set up his double knives, which was able to block the ink dragon that was slashing down, and he hit it vigorously, and his knees weakened and he fell to the ground.

The other three monks were not idle, just when Chengdi blocked Jing Feng's knife move, six ring knives attacked from the top, and the left and right sides attacked at the same time, attacking in all directions, completely blocking the space for Jing Feng to dodge.

Jing Feng didn't expect that the four of them would be so skillfully connected to attack and defend, and the counterattack would be so sharp, so in a hurry, he had to retreat sharply, which was also the only way to avoid the attack.

The attack of the other three monks failed, but Jing Feng ignored Chengdi.

Seeing Jing Feng retreating, he gritted his teeth clearly, and with force under his feet, a pair of ring knives poked out, really like giant arrows, stabbing at Jing Feng!

In a hurry, Jing Feng violently suppressed the ink dragon and blocked Chengdi's twin blades. It's a pity that after relieving this moment, the three monks of Chengfeng, Chenghuo, and Chengshui have faintly formed a situation of encircling him.

"Brother be careful!" Nangong Mu Wu snorted, but the evil sword was picked out, blocking the attack of Chengfeng behind Jing Feng, but at this time, the encirclement had already been formed, and the four of Chengdi were holding ring swords, surrounding Jing Feng and Nangong Mu Wu in the center.

"Tianxiang Temple Formation?!" Nangong Muwu frowned, "Little Arhat Formation?"

"Some insight. Chengdi raised his eyebrows, "Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them had already shot, and the four ring knives were slashed in a row, slashing at Jing Feng and Nangong Mu Wu respectively, Jing Feng and the two raised their swords to defend, and the attack of Chenghuo and Chengshui was just a false move, and the other side of Chengdi Chengfeng attacked next, and the four monks and eight knives took turns to attack, and the ring knife entered when it saw the seam, and the move was ruthless and tricky, and the power was extraordinary.

Jing Feng and Nangong Muwu were trapped in the center, and it was difficult to stand out for a while.

Jing Feng felt aggrieved and ruthless, only to feel that the little arhat formation of the four monks repeatedly stuck to his hands and feet like a ball of paste, although it was not fatal for the time being, but it was difficult to perform martial arts.

"Dodge on both sides!"

Jing Feng roared loudly and rushed out to the side, Nangong Mu Wu understood the meaning of these words, and rushed to the other side at the same time, as long as he distanced himself from Jing Feng, the attack of the little Arhat's formation would be interrupted, and the formation would naturally not be maintained.

"Want to break the formation?!" Cheng sneered, "King Kong Sword Net!"

After that, Chengdi threw the ring knife in his hand, and the other three monks also threw their own long knives, eight long knives flew in and out of the four, Nangong Muwu lost his mind, and was opened a narrow opening under the ribs by the two ring knives, fortunately, the flesh was not deep, but it hurt the flesh and skin.