Kuzhu monk Heshi said: "Ten years ago, I lost under your sword. Today, I came to learn and see if the poor monk's kung fu has grown over the years. ”

Situ Feng walked down the steps and said with a smile: "The old man is here, how fortunate is it." Since the master intends to perform martial arts, if the old man does not accompany him, it will be a loss of hospitality. ”

Kuzhu took out the double stick from behind him and said: "The name of the sword in the sleeve is by no means false, so please show the sword." As soon as Situ Feng stretched out his hand, a man who looked like a disciple behind him handed over his sword.

Situ Feng smiled and said, "The old man has rarely used a sword since he went into seclusion. Hehe, I don't know if I'm unfamiliar?"

The sword was in his hand, and suddenly, Situ Feng's whole body seemed to glow with a strange look, and the tip of his sword pointed at random, and within a radius of one zhang when he landed, there was an invisible pressure, layer after layer, constantly spreading.

Kuzhu praised: "Black Wind Swordsman, his demeanor has not diminished back then, admire, admire!"

He knew that the sword in his sleeve had always refused to make the first move, so he was not polite, and shouted: "Please!" People are like tigers going down the mountain, and sticks are like dragons going out to sea. Like a black whirlwind, it swept upward.

Situ Feng also praised himself: "Shaolin monk, really the name is true!" The long sword swept horizontally, seemingly plain, but in fact, it was like laying an invisible sword net in front of him, and the enemy could not break through his defense no matter from any direction.

The short stick intersected with the sword, bursting out sparks, and it turned out that the Kuzhu monk was actually a pair of iron rods in his hands. His body changed suddenly, and between the movements, the corners of his clothes were windy, and he was incredibly fast. There are endless variations of short stick moves, all of which are offensive and none of which are defensive.

Ling Lingqi couldn't help nodding secretly, and said in his heart: "I have heard that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and it really deserves its name." In the future, if you have the opportunity, you will definitely go to Shaolin Temple to seek advice. ”

However, although the bitter bamboo monk attacked fiercely, Situ Feng's body did not move like a mountain, but he only swung his long sword slightly, and each sword stabbed out just right, cracking all the enemy's moves. The two have completely different martial arts paths, one movement and one static, one inside and one outside, so fighting, it is difficult to say which is better or worse, but the comparison is to see whose skills are more profound.

Situ Xue looked very anxious and kept stomping her feet.

Jiu Niang glared at her, and said angrily: "My eldest lady, did you trick me last night?" Hey, what about that young man, is he your ...... Hee-hee......"

Situ Xue's face turned red, and her mouth also showed weakness, and said, "Jiu Niang, how did the candles in the cave room taste last night?"

Jiu Niang blushed and had a thick neck, and said angrily: "Last night, you guys, hum, made me so miserable! This morning, the old man got up and found that the person was transferred, and insisted that I did it, and I don't know how many slaps I had......"

While the two were arguing, Monk Kuzhu and Situ Feng had already fought more than 100 moves. Situ Feng seems to be trying to make a move, to see how far Kuzhu's martial arts have been practiced over the years, so he has only defended and not attacked. Ling Lingqi looked at the frame of his shot, and knew that in fact, he did not exert all his strength, and with his swordsmanship and martial arts, he was only on top of the bitter bamboo. If you want to win, it's just a matter of raising your hands.

Kuzhu couldn't attack it for a long time, and he was terrified in his heart. With each move, he let out a shout, and the force of the short stick became stronger and stronger. There was gradually a white gas on his head, and he couldn't get rid of it. That's a sign that you've reached the extreme.

When Situ Feng saw it, he knew that he had done his best, and immediately smiled: "Ten years of hard work of the bitter bamboo monk is not in vain, and it is really not what it used to be." His face sank, and the long sword suddenly let out a scream, and stabbed into the chest of the bitter bamboo like lightning. Ling Lingqi saw that his sword was very different from before, and knew that he had injected a lot of inner true qi.

The bitter bamboo double stick back, as soon as it hit the long sword, it suddenly swung to both sides. His complexion changed slightly, and he took a few steps back, avoiding the sword. Situ Feng sneered, this time he didn't wait for a change, and he didn't see him move, but his body swept forward lightly, and where the sword light flashed, there was a faint white light on the sword body. It is said to be a sword, but it is not very similar.

Kuzhu waved his stick to block, and suddenly his hands shook violently, and he was shocked to the point that his mouth was bleeding, and his body was also shaky, and he was unstable on his feet. Hearing a sharp roar, Situ Feng's subordinates showed no mercy, and with a sword in the middle palace, it actually stabbed into the throat of Kuzhu.

Ling Lingqi was taken aback, and said in his heart: "Didn't you say that it was just to confirm martial arts, how could you take people's lives?" He respected the Shaolin Kung Fu of Kuzhu in his heart, and he had a sense of sympathy.

You must know that Situ Feng's sword has been injected with the true qi of the inner family, and with the fierce Shaolin skills of Kuzhu, he can't resist it, but he was unexpectedly opened by a young man. Shocked in his heart, he looked sideways at Ling Lingqi up and down.

Ling Lingqi's sword has gone all out, under the intersection of the two swords, he also felt a huge shock in his wrist, with his own strength master's kung fu, this Situ Feng was just a long sword was opened, and at the same time, he was also shocked by the power of the shock, and he was horrified, and he was not under anyone in the field.

Situ Feng looked at Ling Lingqi sideways and shouted, "Who are you, what are you doing in my Black Wind Castle?"

Ling Lingqi said: "This master is not your opponent, just admit defeat, why do you want to kill him all and take his life? ”

Situ Feng laughed and sneered: "I have already withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, what are the rules of the rivers and lakes? Since this monk already knows that I live in seclusion here, he will come back to disturb me in the future, and maybe he will reveal my whereabouts to others." Hmph, how can I let him go?"

Ling Lingqi said angrily: "It turns out that just for you to live in seclusion here, can you kill innocents indiscriminately?"

Jiuniang had seen his appearance clearly at this time, and suddenly shouted: "Master, it's him, he ordered me in the cave room last night, and asked me to pretend to be a bride!"

Situ Feng was furious when he heard this, and shouted: "You kid, who are you, why do you want to make trouble here?" Ling Lingqi smiled and said: "The world can control everything in the world, you forcibly marry a people's daughter, this matter is encountered by me, you have to take care of it." ”

Situ Feng sneered: "Young people don't know the height of the sky, and they come to find death by themselves, so it's no wonder that others are coming." "The cold on his face is full, and he has already moved to kill.

Kuzhu Heshi said: "Amitabha, this matter is caused by a poor monk, don't be angry with others." Little donor, you go quickly, everything is borne by the poor monks. The two sticks were closed, and he jumped up again, and threw himself towards Situ Feng. He didn't want Ling Lingqi to encounter an accident to save himself, so he knew that he was not an opponent with a sword in his sleeve, but he still stood in front of his sword.

Situ Feng raised a sword in his hand, stabbed at Kuzhu head-on, and shouted: "Don't panic, you can't go a single one!" The sword qi broke through the air, and a screaming sound was heard. The bitter bamboo double stick blocked, and was knocked away by an invisible force. Situ Feng's sword momentum did not stop, and a sword hit Kuzhu's chest. But the tip of his sword seemed to encounter something extremely strong, and it stood in the way. Kuzhu's body fell backwards, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth. (To be continued.) )