Wu Xiuwen was finally forced out of the "Qingfeng Sword" by the Miao Feng Envoy, and at the same time, the Miao Feng Envoy also showed a pair of Persian scimitars, and after the two exchanged moves in the air, Wu Xiuwen had already flown and rushed towards the Miao Feng Envoy with the Persian scimitar that was flying back.

As if he had expected it, as soon as he grasped the Persian scimitar with both hands, the whole person spun rapidly like a spinning top. The cold light glittered with the blade cut a perfect blade ring, and it directly greeted Wu Xiuwen.

Wu Xiuwen knew that his soft sword was superior to dexterity, but it was difficult to attack, and the speed of the two swords flying with the wonderful wind was so fast that his soft sword was difficult to get close to at all, as long as he was caught by it, he would be immediately deflected by the force of rotation. Therefore, Wu Xiuwen's body was short, he bent over and squatted, the "Qingfeng Sword" in his hand trembled again and again, and beckoned to the next plate of the Miao Feng Envoy, and at once it covered the "Knee Eye Acupoint", "Blood Sea Acupoint", "Zu Sanli", "Baili Acupoint", "Yangling Acupoint", "Xie Xi Acupoint" and many other acupuncture points on the legs of Miao Feng Envoy.

Seeing this, Wu Xiuwen sneered in his heart, his wrist shook slightly, and the sword body of the "Qingfeng Sword" jumped for a while, and the tip of the sword "whoosh!" struck the position of the "dantian" three inches below the umbilicus of the lower abdomen like thunder, which is the most important acupuncture point on the human body; the wonderful wind made him dare not slack off, and under the flipping of his arm, another Persian scimitar has been blocked in front of the "Qingfeng Sword", "ding" There was a soft sound, and the swords intersected, and then Wu Xiuwen shook his wrist again, and the tip of the sword flicked up slightly, stabbing again at the "Qi Sea Acupoint> which was an inch and a half below the navel of Miao Feng

Seeing this, the Persian scimitar continued to rise to block the "Liuyun Sword" again, but saw that the tip of the sword stabbed at his navel again under the skillful command of Wu Xiuwen, and the wonderful wind made the knife raise the knife again to resist...... Just like that, there was a dense sound of swords intersecting. The "Qingfeng Sword" in Wu Xiuwen's hand was like a woodpecker. All the way along the "water point", "middle belly point", "Juque point" until the "Jizhong point" on the chest.

Miao Feng thought that Wu Xiuwen would continue to attack upwards at the Tiantu point between the two clavicles. Therefore, the Persian scimitar continued to go up, but the other hand held the other and was ready to take advantage of Wu Xiuwen's unpreparedness and quietly fly out of his hand to attack Wu Xiuwen.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xiuwen's wrist shook hard, and the "Qingfeng Sword" did not continue to attack upwards as Miao Feng expected this time, but drew an arc on the tip of the sword like a poisonous snake turning over, flipped down and attacked the "dove tail point" directly below Miao Feng's heart! This time the rabbit rose and fell, under Wu Xiuwen's deliberate calculation. The speed is at least three layers faster than Fang Cai's continuous punching, this is a blow that Wu Xiuwen has been planning for a long time, and he has tried his best to strike, which is far beyond the expectations of the Miao Feng Envoy.

Miao Feng was shocked, the Persian scimitar that rose up could no longer change direction, but the other was about to leave his hand, and could only barely change direction from the flat throw to fly diagonally upward, spinning and hitting the hilt of the "Breeze Sword", Miao Feng made efforts to twist his upper body at the same time, holding his chest to dodge.

Seeing that he had already dodged the sharp tip of the "Qingfeng Sword". Wu Xiuwen repeatedly drove the tip of the sword to make accurate clicks within a small range, and made a killing move. The beating of the tip of the sword, which can no longer command at will, pursues the wonderful wind envoy.

Miao Feng also saw the trick, so when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't expect that the tip of the "Qingfeng Sword" turned around the tip of the sword, and then stabbed down, and the sword body itself around the ring itself contained a dark energy like a clockwork and a spring;

Miao Feng hurriedly leaned back on the upper half of the road, an iron plate bridge, to avoid the attack of the "Qingfeng Sword", but he hurriedly leaned back and fell to the ground with an unstable center of gravity, "Poof!"

Sure enough, Wu Xiuwen's "Qingfeng Sword" swung slightly, knocking off the Persian scimitar thrown by the wonderful wind, because this throw was a hasty change, so the Persian scimitar lost its skillful control, and did not fly back again, but "dang!" fell to the side, Wu Xiuwen flew the Persian scimitar and then flew directly to the sword to kill the Miao Feng who fell to the ground, and after a burst of dust, the Miao Feng made the gray face jump up.

Wu Xiuwen's move, the "Golden Rooster Nodding Wildly" evolved from marksmanship, and the cold light shrouded the wonderful wind emitted by the cloak.

"I'm so angry, boy, you're too deceitful!" shouted Miao Feng through gritted teeth, brandishing the only remaining Persian scimitar and rushing towards Wu Xiuwen.

Wu Xiuwen looked at the other party's appearance and smiled secretly: It's all like this, and you're still talking ruthlessly! It's really speechless......

The angry and corrupt Miao Feng made the wielding single knife still roar like a desperate Saburo and rushed up, and the Persian scimitar slashed horizontally, vertically, downwardly, and upwards to attack Wu Xiuwen with a qiē method.

As the saying goes: those who rush are afraid of being stunned, those who are stunned are afraid of the horizontal, and those who are horizontal are afraid of dying! Miao Feng made such a desperate fierce attack really made Wu Xiuwen have no way for a while, and could only rely on his flexible body to swim and attack.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, Wu Xiuwen made a move to "swim in the dragon and play in the water", and the sword light Huo Huo slashed at the chest and abdomen of Miao Feng; Miao Feng made the foot step on a chain, and once again spun like a spinning top, and in the blink of an eye, he had come behind Wu Xiuwen, and the Persian scimitar had already slashed to Wu Xiuwen's heart.

Wu Xiuwen had already not fully understood his ghostly spirit, so he didn't look at it, and the "Qingfeng Sword" in his right hand was directly inserted backwards, and the tip of the sword trembled lightly and accurately pointed at the eyes of Miao Feng, and Miao Feng hurriedly retreated and retreated, avoiding Wu Xiuwen's attack.

Wu Xiuwen took the opportunity to turn around, and the "Qingfeng Sword" continued to chase after the face of the Miao Feng envoy like a poisonous snake, and the Miao Feng made his head swing, and his body was incredibly obliquely folded to one side, and the Persian scimitar in his hand slashed forward and cut into Wu Xiuwen's abdomen.

Wu Xiuwen's body leaned back slightly, tucked his abdomen to dodge, originally according to his calculations, he could just dodge the Persian scimitar of the Miao Feng Envoy, but when the Persian scimitar swept over Wu Xiuwen's abdomen, the arm of the Miao Feng Envoy actually made a sound of "Gaba, Gaba!", something strange happened, Miao Feng made the arm holding the knife actually grow a large section suddenly, and the blade of the Persian scimitar cut through Wu Xiuwen's abdomen fiercely, "Stab!" A tearing sound sounded...... (To be continued......)