Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 149 The Battle in the Hall
Kongtong Flying Dragon's Life-Slaying Sword flashed in Zijian's hands, and with a puff, it pierced through the heart of a guard in green shirt who was about to draw his sword.

Taoist Aunt Qingjian wrapped the lower half of Rama's body with her hands, unsheathed her long sword, slashed from left to right, and often killed a guard with two moves with fierce swordsmanship.

Standing on the table, Zijian's old-fashioned swordsmanship is even more pungent. The Flying Dragon swordsmanship is well-deserved of its reputation. He jumped up, slashed the throats of two guards with two swords, and then landed on his toes, shaking his body. Come on, a sword makes cold!
"Kill them! Kill..."

Zhang Dajing's roar suddenly stopped, and he lowered his head with a ferocious look on his face, looking at the sword blade piercing his chest in disbelief.

"Go!"

On the beam, Liansheng yelled softly, then turned over and jumped off.

Gao Feng followed closely, and so did Zeng Jing.

At this moment, dozens of guards in green shirts poured into the hall, shouting to kill and encircle and suppress the Ziqing twin swords.

Zijian Old Taoist's million taels of silver notes had been put into his clothes. Faced with the offensive of the green-shirted guards, he didn't want to get entangled. Especially when he saw the three figures jumping down from the beam, he even shivered in his heart, knowing that he was also the same. Being treated as someone else's prey, I immediately wanted to quit.

The sword light flashed away, streaking with silver light, killing the guards who swung their knives, the Zijian old man retreated towards the exit, he swept across with his sword, and the fierce flying dragon killing swordsmanship unfolded, it is difficult to have an enemy with three moves .

But at this moment, a deadly murderous intent suddenly struck, his scalp was numb, and the old Zijian's pupils contracted, and he jumped back suddenly to retreat.

Swish!
A cold and sharp knife light suddenly appeared from the gap in the body of the guard in green shirt, like lightning flashing, the sharp knife aura formed by the rapid knife tearing the air, it was an extremely murderous knife.

"Pity."

With a thought in his heart, Gao Feng withdrew his saber and retreated, letting go of the blade of the guard in green shirt who had reacted, and suddenly knocked it back with a single saber and kick.

Seeing Zijian's old man mingling with the blue-clothed guards again, Gao Feng squinted his eyes, then looked away to Zeng Jing and Lian Sheng.

The effect of internal strength is too comprehensive. It not only has the special effect of internal injury to control the enemy, but also enhances the physique of the cultivator, such as explosive power and self-healing power, which are stronger than ordinary people. Some of the attack and kill tricks that master masters have surprisingly effective effects cannot achieve the effect.

And the Zijian veteran is the best among them, and his internal strength is top-notch in the world. Therefore, although Gao Feng is not afraid of this, he is unwilling to get too entangled. After all, he is not here to compete with the master tonight.

Glancing across the scene, Gao Feng analyzed and judged the current scene in his mind. Suddenly, he swung the blade and swept across the front and left. The guards in green shirts were either dead or injured.

But he was facing the old master Zi Jian.

"The child is looking for death!"

Gao Feng made no effort to hide his menacing approach. Seeing the embarrassment and panic just now in his mind, the old Taoist Zijian raised his sword and stabbed out with an angry roar.

Dangdang!
When the sword and sword clashed, three moves were passed in an instant. Gao Feng secretly operated the five internal organs guidance technique in his body to dissolve the external qi, and the nameless sword technique was deployed, with meritorious deeds and defense, which aroused Zijian's old way of fighting for victory.

"The old guy snatched Rama's body, could it be that he couldn't live, and wanted to show his glory again?!"

Gao Feng laughed and ridiculed, the divine light condensed in the depths of his eyes suddenly flashed and shot out, and then the saber pretended to be weak, and kept retreating to defend.

"The way to use your tongue! Suffer it!"

The old Zijian raised his brows upside down, and felt that the anger was raging in his chest, and he was already unstoppable.

This is not only because Gao Feng's speech machine touched his pain, but also because Gao Feng released a weak spiritual influence by means of witnessing just now.

Two years is enough for Gao Feng to have a thorough understanding of the art of witnessing, and to extend some of the corresponding skills.

Now he can use only one eye to release the technique of witnessing, and he can also deal with two enemies at the same time along the line of sight with both eyes, and the effect will not be weakened a bit.

In addition, it can also condense all the mental power, and then release it in a single brain in the form of witnessing. He has tried it before. That time, the martial arts master with strong internal skills was hit head-on. Although he did not die, he directly became a dementia.

What can be strong will naturally weaken. At this moment, the witnessing technique performed by a wisp of mental power quietly aroused the anger of the old master Zi Jian.

Of course, this kind of 'directional operation' must be guided by words to be effective.

Therefore, it is conceivable that Gao Feng's nonsense actually hit Zijian's pain point.

The Zijian old man swung his sword angrily, and the silver bright long sword was filled with internal energy, swiping and swiping to take away the life of the guard in green shirt.

Gao Feng kept withdrawing, not confronting him at all, and guided the old Zijian towards Zeng Jing and Cai Xishi with light and orderly steps.

"Senior! Zijian's old way of swordsmanship is powerful, please block it!"

Raising his voice and shouting, Gao Feng jumped up, leaping up from Zeng Jing and Cai Xishi two people in the air, revealing the old Zijian Daoist who was stabbing with his sword angrily.

"The kid cheats people!"

The Caiju master shouted, and swung his swords with fire in a circle, swiping them out, like two fire dragons roaring and pounced, but was torn apart by Zijian's two old swords, and stabbed coldly!
"Xiaoyu, come here!"

Seeing that the tricks were not working well, the Cai opera master walked around to Xiao Yu's side, swung two short knives in his hands repeatedly, took over the guard in blue shirt beside Zeng Jing, and glanced at the wrapped lower half of Rama at the same time. The remains of Taoist Qingjian.

Xiao Yu didn't respond, but showed indifference, and pulled out a soft sword like a pool of clear water, amidst the rippling sword body, stabbed out as urgently as Xiao Yu.

Boom!
The sound of the sword sound like a clear spring ding-dong sounded at the moment when the two swords hit each other. The soft and sharp blade of the Pishui sword was instantly bent into a crescent under the control of Zeng Jing's internal force. Clothes, if one more point is penetrated, it can be pierced into Zijian's throat.

"Ah ah!"

The Zijian old man was full of anger, and swung his arms away from Zeng Jing's water-piercing sword. Suddenly, the long sword was raised slightly, and the silver bright long sword suddenly turned into circles of swords, bursting into circles. With a light ding, it hit Zeng Jing and turned around. The stabbing water-avoiding sword.

"Die!"

Before the circle of swords dissipated, the old Zijian screamed angrily, and suddenly a cold sword protruded from the circle of swords, pointing directly at Zeng Jing's chest and heart.

This sword pierced out precisely because Zeng Jing's Pishui sword was swung open and it was difficult to get back. The long sword performed the fierce sword move of the Kongtong school's unique flying dragon sword, and it was the fastest and most powerful among them. A straight sword.

Since the creation of this sword, it has never been lost once!

However, Zeng Jing's face was only slightly serious, and a cold look flashed across her eyes. Suddenly, she leaned back, her waist was bent like a hook, and a sword light squeezed into her sight. At this moment, her feet suddenly stopped, and then suddenly Twisting, the body shape also twists, flips a circle, leans back and turns into a bend, only one foot rests on the ground, and the clear water-like sword turns and bends during this change, and the blade stabs at the old Zijian. back.

puff!
(End of this chapter)