Gu Mo Zhi is one of the four unique dragons, whether it is from martial arts or wisdom, it can be called outstanding. And he is arrogant, always thinking that he is the best. This is also the reason why he forcibly practiced the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts with Xiao Wuxianggong, and then sold them everywhere.

Unexpectedly, now he was like a sheep being grabbed by Xiao Feng's hands, and then lifted into the air, and he was about to be separated and smashed to the ground.

This is not a simple fall, Xiao Feng has already poured a strong innate golden pill internal force into his hands, and the golden light is flashing, which should not be underestimated.

"Xiao thief, don't hurt me!" Gu Mozhi was anxious and angry, and his originally solemn face became hideous due to nervousness.

Because the key points of the heart and mouth were charged, it was difficult for him to operate his internal force, but Xiao Wuxianggong did have its own uniqueness, and suddenly the tips of his fingers could still exert force, so he used the fingering method to hit Xiao Feng's right wrist. At the same time, the Western Regions Blood Knife Monk, who was in cahoots with the wolf Bèi, also quickly swung the dark red and slender scimitar, swirling and slashing, the sword broke through the air, and made a sneering sound.

You Tanzhi also struggled to shoot out his palms together and slapped Xiao Feng's waist, once he hit, the internal force of the Yi Jin Sutra, coupled with the cold poison of the ice silkworm, is estimated to seriously injure Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng had extremely rich experience in actual combat and was improvised, without the slightest hesitation, he threw Gu Mozhi forward, smashed two pine trees, and then fell to the ground, disgraced.

Kumachi's left foot was shattered, and he rolled on the ground with his hands in his hands and wailed. It's too late, it's too soon. The moment Xiao Feng threw out the Gu Mozhi, he shouted: "The flying dragon is in the sky!"

He spun and flew into the air more than a dozen feet high, and the wind suddenly rose. In an instant, the Blood Knife Monk and You Tanzhidu pounced, almost hitting each other, and ended up in hatred.

Xiao Feng's martial arts not only lie in the innate Jindan realm, but also the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, he suddenly reversed from a height of more than ten zhang. Unleashed a majestic palm force.

Suddenly, it was the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" in the eighteen palms of the descending dragon, and it was really hard to imagine that such a strong internal force could burst out in a person's body, forming a circle of golden light and flashing qi around his body. Look away. But I saw a golden dragon-shaped shadow in the void suddenly descend.

The Blood Knife Monk and You Tanzhi hurriedly glanced at each other, and they both saw a deep horror in each other's gazes.

Immediately afterwards, they both jumped backwards in unison, praying in their hearts: "Hit him." Don't hit me!"

As the distance between the Blood Sword Monk and You Tanzhi widened. Xiao Feng's move, "Flying Dragon in the Sky", can theoretically only attack one of them.

Xiao Feng suddenly changed his moves, using the double dragon out of the water, fusing with the previous flying dragon's strength in the sky, so his palms slammed into the two of them respectively.

The Blood Knife Monk was shocked, and quickly spun and swung the Blood Knife like a hurricane.

The dense dark red sword light quickly offset the palm power, and on the other side, You Tanzhi's light skills were very poor. The tricks are very poor, and there is no way to hide. There is only a very honest pair of palms together, and they resist with all their might.

"Click~" You Tanzhi's arms were suddenly broken by the majestic palm force, and came out of the sleeves behind him, looking quite scary.

You Tanzhi screamed, knelt on the ground, convulsed, and immediately cried.

The reason for crying is not only because of the severe pain of a broken arm, but also because of the helplessness of not being able to take revenge, and You Tanzhi thought of his ugly appearance of not being a human and a ghost now, so sadness came from it.

Xiao Feng was like a desert goshawk, pounced on the Blood Knife Monk.

The tight sword formed a dark red knife curtain, and the posture of the blood knife monk was quite strange, and from the general situation, it would be very difficult to disassemble the knife technique.

However, this is not a problem for Xiao Feng, he doesn't care about the strange knife techniques of the Blood Sword Monk, he just urges the palm power to the point where people are amazed.

The dragon-shaped palm power roared, and a long dragon roar sounded, and the ground around the Blood Knife Monk cracked, like a spider's web, extending far away.

In an instant, the bloody knife monk wielded with all his strength dissipated, and he was directly bombarded out, spitting blood, and fell next to Gu Mozhi, the blood knife was not clenched, and fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Old man, this time the idea is too strong, our operation has failed!" "The Blood Knife Monk lamented as he vomited blood.

"It's okay, in a while, tens of thousands of heroes will swarm and kill Xiao Feng with a knife. Hatama sneered.

Both of them were very cunning, and when Xiao Feng walked towards You Tanzhi, they both hurriedly supported each other and fled to the back.

At this time, Xiao Feng had already come to You Tanzhi's face, and snorted: "What is your origin? ”

"Thief, you dare to ask me where I came from. I am now in the beggar gang called Zhuang Juxian, in fact, it is to commemorate the meaning of Juxian Village. You killed my father and second uncle, ruined Juxianzhuang, and left me displaced and tortured. Hey, since your skills are not as good as others, you can't take revenge, so you can slap me with one palm, and I can also go to Huangquan Road and do my filial piety to my father and second uncle. "The way of the Wandering Tank.

Xiao Feng's heart suddenly sank when he heard this: "It turns out that this is the young owner at the beginning, I thought he was killed by the aftermath of his strength." ”

"Your second uncle was killed by a broken steel shield, and your father broke it after seeing the shield shattered. That's it, you can do it yourself. Xiao Feng sighed, turned his head and left, no longer paying attention to You Tanzhi.

The next moment, Xiao Feng actually rushed into the beggar gang and caught Quan Guanqing with extremely fast hand speed. "You caused a rebellion in the apricot grove last time, and this time you led the beggar gang to declare war on Shaolin and destroy the reputation of the beggar gang, and I will definitely not spare you today. Xiao Feng said.

"Gang Master Qiao is right, slaughter this guy. Elder Wu handed over the Ghost Head Knife.

"Hmph, even if I am a complete failure, I still have a bit of backbone, and I will never beg for mercy from you, a disloyal and unfilial person. Quan Guanqing pretended to be tall and looked ahead.

Xiao Feng didn't pick up the ghost head knife handed over by Elder Wu, but slapped Quan Guanqing's forehead with a palm, and suddenly lost miserably.

"No matter how deep your scheming is, you have no last resort, but the essence is not a weak and corrupt Confucian? I can kill him with one palm. Xiao Feng threw away Quan Guanqing's corpse, and said aloud to the brothers of the beggar gang: "I, Xiao Feng, am a Khitan, and it is impossible for me to return to the beggar gang." In the future, you brothers will rely on yourselves, remember the word righteousness, and don't forget jì. ”

Most of the beggars shouted and agreed, even those cronies of Quan Guanqing hurriedly followed suit, anyway, Quan Guanqing was already dead, and there was no point in arguing with Xiao Feng again.

When the group of heroes saw Xiao Feng's resolute and resolute methods, they were all stunned, and no one dared to take the initiative to attack again.

Some people think that as long as Xiao Feng dares to try to break through, then it will cause the anger and fighting spirit of the heroes, and he will eventually die.

Xiao Feng was not in a hurry to break through, but looked at the battle between Duan Yu and Murong Fu, and he was very interested in the decisive battle between his brother and Gusu Murong Fu.

The two of them have been fighting for almost a stick of incense, and they have both injured each other, but they are all slightly injured.

After more than a dozen moves, Duan Yu's dragon slaying fast sword moves were basically running out, while Murong Fu's hundred swordsmanship was still quite rich, and under the urging of the Sunflower Treasure Book's internal strength, the very ordinary swordsmanship had also become extremely difficult.

The Dragon Slaying Quick Sword pays attention to the indomitable momentum and the sharp moves of opening and closing, but when fighting with Murong Fu now, there are many flaws, and Duan Yu wisely used Ling Bo to retreat in small steps. As a result, a sword was slashed on his right wrist, and the crimson long sword fell down, Duan Yu did not hesitate, and had already withdrawn ten zhang backwards, widening the distance.

"A year ago, you were completely defeated by my sword, and now the result of this battle is the same, you can't compare to me after all, enlighten yourself!" Murong Fu sneered, made an orchid finger gesture with his left hand, and held a slender silver-white long sword in his right hand, running and attacking.

He saw that Duan Yu had no sword in his hand, and his wrist was also injured, and victory was in sight, so he became a little more proud.

Perhaps since the palace, Murong Fu's personality has become more cold and obedient.

Duan Yu didn't panic, he suddenly changed his sword technique with both hands, and shouted: "Six Veins Divine Sword!" The Northern Spiritual Skill will burst out all the internal forces stored in the sea of qi, which is equivalent to the soldiers of the later generations have enough bullets, and there is no problem in attacking next.

In an instant, Duan Yu's fingers drew a volley in the air, internal force poured out, and six light green sword qi burst out with sneer.

For a while, Shaoshang, Shangyang, Zhongchong, Guan Chong, Shaochong, and Shaoze six-vein swordsmanship flew vertically and horizontally, making it handy, like divine help.

Duan Yu had no way to retreat, and in the face of the great enemy, he abandoned his distracting thoughts, and all he thought about in his heart was the profound and mysterious changes contained in the Six-Vein Divine Sword.

Murong Fu's Sunflower Treasure Book was originally a beginner's stage, and after resisting for a while, several places were lost, his hands and sleeves were cut by invisible sword qi, and his turban was also cut off by sword qi, so that his hair was scattered, and he looked very wolf.

"The surname is Duan, this son is fighting with you!" Murong Fu screamed and burst out with all his strength.

"With you, a person who has already been in the palace, are you embarrassed to be called this son?" Duan Yu smiled leisurely.

Duan Yu used the Freedom Trick to resist the wind, leaped up, constantly changing his position, and launched a large number of invisible sword qi attacks on Murong Fu, at this moment he finally felt the benefits of sufficient internal force, this kind of invisible sword qi can be sent out at will, just like the laser guns of later generations.

A rapid metal shattering sounded, and the long sword in Murong Fu's hand shattered, Murong Fu was very adaptable, and immediately threw these long sword fragments with a strong palm force.

Although his sword was shattered, it was considered a disadvantage, but his strain and the technique of sending a hidden weapon made the group of heroes admire, and they cheered and shouted Nan Murong's name.

"Prince, this is the six-vein divine sword of the Dali Duan clan, you can't deal with it empty-handed, so use my judge's pen!" Deng Baichuan immediately threw over his pair of judge's pens made of a hundred refined steel. (To be continued......)