The clouds obscured the sun, the sky darkened a lot, and a gust of wind blew, and a little sadness was in my heart. Feng Yuandao's robe was torn, and the dust was even more broken, and he was already spitting out a mouthful of blood when he stood up slightly.

Ding Chunqiu was a few feet away from him, his eyes were domineering and direct, and his clothes were slightly moved by the internal qi, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Old Dao Feng, it seems that your Southern Sect is really going to die today." Why don't you join my Star Sect, when I dominate the rivers and lakes, you will be the leader. ”

Pan Dao disdained Ding Chunqiu's solicitation method, but he didn't say anything, Ding Yiyun was a little nervous, he stared at Feng Yuan, for fear that he would choose to agree in order to save his life. However, obviously he was overly worried, Feng Yuan spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and said calmly, "Forget it, the old way has just been put down, seeking great freedom and leisure, and I don't want to be in this red dust." Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, quiet and true. ”

Ding Chunqiu flicked his sleeves, and his face showed anger, as if he had never succeeded in surrendering every time, "How can this be reasonable, you don't know how to lift." ”

Feng Yuan is indifferent, he is successful in cultivation, his heart is always quiet, and he is happy and angry. The internal qi flipped over, and the qi probed out, and a long sword on the ground took the initiative to fly into his hand, holding a sword flower, and expressing his will with practical actions, "Boy, look at it." Seven Star Swordsmanship, Beidou Changming. The mighty sword qi went straight to Ding Chunqiu.

Pan Dao was not surprised or pleased at all, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Feng Yuan's sword moves, the True Big Dipper Seven Star Sword, seven moves and seven styles, and the moves were connected in a chain of moves, and the changes were endless. In Feng Yuan's envoy, it is really like the Big Dipper reflecting the sky, bright and vast.

If Wang Chong's seven-star swordsmanship is compared to Pan Dao as the glow worm and the bright moon, then he is compared to Feng Yuan's sword is the bright moon and the scorching sun, the gap is far and the power is unimaginable.

Ding Chunqiu was not afraid, the ghost palm slapped forward, the transformation giant palm was majestic, and the momentum of the blocker must be killed. Ding Yiyun's fists were clenched, and he didn't realize that his nails were digging into the flesh and blood, his heart was fluctuating, it turned out that he was so far behind Ding Chunqiu's martial arts. It's terrible, but I'm glad I didn't do it.

Ling Qing and Yun Ting were also surprised, they didn't expect Ding Chunqiu's strength to be so strong, and they didn't know how far behind Lu Dao's master was compared to him, but presumably Ding Chunqiu couldn't beat his master, otherwise he wouldn't not go to Tianshan to fight.

Feng Yuan's sword was fast and domineering, the Tianshu style was like a scorching sun, the sword light was extremely bright, and under one blow, the strength cut through the Netherworld Ghost Palm, and the power did not diminish at all.

Rushing out of the moon, Ding Chunqiu volleyed into the void, and he took off and dodged sideways. "Boom. The sword qi shattered a stone tablet in the square in front of the main hall, and the stones suddenly flew wildly.

"Good history. Everyone thought so, even Ding Chunqiu didn't dare to boast that he could catch this move. Li Anxing hid to the side, and his heart that wanted to sneak attack instantly cooled, no matter how sick the tiger was, it was not something that a cat could catch.

Ding Chunqiu was in mid-air, and after he jumped up, he walked forward and slapped it with a palm, and the ghost palm slapped it again, and the momentum was monstrous. Then, he turned around and longitudinal, and several times in different directions, he shot the Netherworld Ghost Palm in succession, and this palm was as powerful as the waves of the sea, endlessly.

Feng Yuan made Jin Yangong's body shape constantly change, and the seven-star sword technique Dao sword qi slashed out, and supreme power emerged, dissolving the offensive of the Netherworld Ghost Palm. Ding Chunqiu flashed to his close body, fighting hand-to-hand, and the magic power of the Dafa was shaken.

The ghost palm slapped towards Feng Yuan's acupoints around his body, and he was extremely vicious. The bones are broken by the palm of the human muscles, the bones are soft inch by inch, and the ghost palm turns into the vital points of the sea of people, and it is more likely to shatter the human body in a palm, which is extremely terrifying.

The sword qi was against the transformed Netherworld Ghost Palm, the energy in the air dissipated, Feng Yuan even hit it with one palm, and the Sanhua Juding Palm faced the Netherworld Ghost Palm hit by Ding Chunqiu, and the two palms intersected, and the internal qi rippled several layers of space.

Ding Chunqiu quickly changed his moves, and he turned his bones into a palm, reflecting the opponent's dantian. Feng Yuan smiled, the long sword in his hand had been expected, and he turned his wrist to slash Ding Chunqiu's big hand. Although the palm of the bone was a little hasty, it was still full of internal strength, and the long sword returned in vain, and as soon as he dodged Ding Chunqiu's palm, he stabbed him directly in the chest.

He leaned back and spun ninety degrees below to avoid Feng Yuan's sword light. Standing up, the Nether Ghost slapped Feng Yuan's face. The palm wind was pressing, the three flowers gathered their palms and slapped them, the two of them took a few steps back, Feng Yuan was even more angry, and a trace of blood gushed up his throat, but he forcibly swallowed it.

Ding Chunqiu took a few steps back and praised, "Good swordsmanship." Feng Yuan was not polite, and accepted it calmly, "Your Dafa is also good, and you have been forced into the Dacheng realm." As long as you have the opportunity, you can carp and turn into a dragon. ”

Pan Dao stepped forward and took half a step, the sword in his hand shook, and his eyes looked directly at the two of them. Ding Chunqiu didn't say anything, but Feng Yuan understood that the other party had already seen through his seven-star swordsmanship.

At this time, Feng Yuan had no worries in his heart, and he said heroically, "Ding Chunqiu, take my last move." Boy, see clearly. ”

The long sword turned into a streamer, the seven-star swordsmanship was one, and only the Beidou pointed the way between heaven and earth. Feng Yuan's sword transcended this space, and it was as vast as a screen against the wind, and it was indomitable. Ding Chunqiu used all his skills, and the ghost palm was slapped out, covering the sky and taking the other party directly.

Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes, this blow was too strong to be watched with the naked eye. The sand and dust were everywhere, the clouds were moving and the wind stopped, and when everything was over, Ding Chunqiu spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The light of the sun shone again, and Pan Dao was in a heavy mood, although he didn't know why Feng Yuan taught him swordsmanship, he was grateful. Feng Yuan lost, the long sword broke, if he chose to run, presumably Ding Chunqiu might not be able to kill him if he caught up, but unfortunately, he chose to die in battle.

The blood veins in his body burst open, the blood flowed out, and Feng Yuan's body was finally unwilling to fall. Ding Chunqiu spit out another mouthful of blood, and he was also in awe, for the sake of the people of the sect to escape, he was willing to fight here to the death, "Bury it well." ”

Ding Chunqiu turned around and left, he walked slowly, obviously the battle just now was not so easy, he no longer had any strength. Pan Dao's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything. An elusive smile appeared at the corner of Liu Qian's mouth, and she was also silent.

After this battle, the Southern Sect was wiped out. The disciples of the Southern Sect who fled didn't have much of a climate, and Pan Dao and Ding Chunqiu didn't take it to heart at all, if they really wanted revenge, they were welcome at any time.

Let's say that Qiao Feng led many masters to infiltrate Western Xia, and in order to find out the fact of the death of the disciples of the Northwest Beggar Gang, he went all the way to the headquarters of Kyoto Yipintang. And Murong Fu, who is alias Li Yanzong, couldn't help but increase his confidence with the help of the four wicked people.

At this time, the headquarters of Yipintang was deserted inside, which formed a great contrast with the bustling outside. Qiao Feng and many masters of the beggar gang had just climbed into the inner wall, and they couldn't see anyone after walking for a while, and they couldn't help but have a bad premonition. Suddenly, Qiao Feng's ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of horses' hooves.

"Oh no, everyone has been tricked. Evacuate. Qiao Feng understood after a little thought. A dodge led everyone to leave, he jumped out of the siege, but he saw that there were already officials and soldiers waiting here, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

Ma Dayuan, Bai Shijing and others also knew that something was wrong when they saw this, and they couldn't help but regret it. Ma Dayuan sighed, "Helper, this time I was too eager to enter, and I just wanted to avenge the sons of the northwest, but I didn't expect to fall for Yipintang's tricks." If I can get out alive, I will be responsible for this. ”

Qiao Feng waved his hand and stopped him, "You can't blame you for this, if I could be more careful, it wouldn't be like this." After all, I still lack a little experience in the rivers and lakes, and I underestimate Yipintang. ”

Bai Shijing stepped forward, and he said nervously, "Helper, what should I do now?" ”

"Let's wait and see what happens, but no matter what, it's inevitable that there will be a fierce battle. Qiao Feng quickly calmed down, his fighting spirit was high, and it was a big deal to fight for the beggars to fight his brothers.

"Bold. Dare to break into my Yipintang headquarters, do you beggars want to go to war?" An old man in his fifties walked out from behind, he sat on the seat raised by the servant, and the domineering spirit of the golden sword of the horse was unparalleled.

Qiao Fengli ignored him, and slapped his true qi into shape, only to see that the man was quite embarrassed to dodge, but fortunately, there was no danger to his life. The man was furious, "How can you dare to attack General Ben?" I, Li Yanzong, have never been so embarrassed since my debut, and you have to pay the price. ”

Bai Shijing stepped forward and sneered, "Don't pretend, although our beggar gang has never seen Li Yanzong himself, we also know that he is quite young, how can he be an old thing like you." Get him out quickly, or ......"

"Otherwise?" a faint voice sounded, and the tone was ordinary but full of questioning, as if the emperor was looking at a subordinate. The Ghostface flashed from behind the army, and he made a light move, and walked out to the throne. The self-proclaimed General Li just now took the initiative to retreat to the side, without a trace of dissatisfaction.

Qiao Feng's eyes tightened, and he affirmed, "Li Yanzong." ”

"Yes, it's me. The beggars helped Beiqiao Feng, it is better to be famous than to meet, and it was really extraordinary, and he recognized Li at a glance. Li Yanzong's voice was disguised, he seemed to be high, and he just used the word extraordinary to comment on Qiao Feng.

The two sides were opposed, Li Yanzong, it should be said that it was the first meeting between Murong Fu and Qiao Feng, and the confrontation between the two began.