Boil the heavens

Qiu Chuji, Zhou Botong and others' eyes turned red instantly, and they rushed to Ouyang Feng to kill them while roaring.

However, at this moment, Wang Chongyang, who had closed his eyes peacefully, suddenly opened his eyes, holding the "Nine Yin Manual" with both hands that had been stored for a long time, and hit Ouyang Feng's chest with palms.

boom!

Unprepared, Ouyang Feng flew upside down and shattered the palace door, and fell to the ground with blood gushing from his mouth.

"Old Daoist of Chongyang, you are so scheming!" Seeing Yan Fei who had already picked up the two swords, Ouyang Feng sneered, "You are amazing, I don't want this "Nine Yin Scriptures", but I took a toad kung fu from me , this time it will be up to you whether you are pretending to be dead or really dead!"

After all, Ouyang Feng, who was seriously injured, went down the mountain quickly under the moonlight.

In his heyday, he was confident that he could surpass Yan Fei, but now that he was seriously injured, Ouyang Feng knew that he had no chance.

"Disciple!" Wang Chongyang looked at Yan Fei.

"Master, don't worry, he can't run away." Nodding, Yan Fei followed closely.

"Brother, so you pretended to be dead and made me sad for so long." The honest and simple Zhou Botong was delighted, complained, and patted Wang Chongyang's shoulder lightly.

"This time I'm really dead." The corner of his mouth twitched, a smear of blood flowed out, Ouyang Feng came aggressively, in order not to be discovered and the plan was successfully carried out, Wang Chongyang, who had only one breath left, forcibly accepted Ouyang Feng's toad kung fu.

As Ouyang Feng said, he is really going to die now.

Waving his hands to appease the shocked Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and the others, Wang Chongyang put the "Nine Yin Manual" in Zhou Botong's hands, "Junior brother, I will leave this "Nine Yin Manual" to you for safekeeping. place, bury it, and leave it to future generations.”

After all, without waiting for Yan Fei to come back, he swallowed his last breath.

"Master!"

"Brother!"

The cries and shouts from the Chongyang Palace made Yan Fei's heart suddenly empty. He looked back, gritted his teeth, and continued to chase Ouyang Feng.

Being seriously injured, how could Ouyang Feng outrun Yan Fei who knew the terrain well?

"Junior, your master is dead, why don't you go back and take a last look at him?" Ouyang Feng sneered as he waved away a poisonous snake.

The long sword in his hand was erected, and the poisonous snake with its mouth wide open showing its fangs was split in two along the snake's kiss.

"Everyone is already dead, so how can we take one last look? What Pindao has to do now is not to go back and cry, but to fulfill Master's last wish and leave behind you, a majestic Xidu!" With a wave of sword energy, under the moonlight, The sword energy reflected white light like a crescent moon cutting through trees, and went straight to Ouyang Feng.

hum!

The snake staff smashed heavily the sword energy that was like a light on his back.

"Junior, do you really want to live forever with me?" Suddenly stopped, Ouyang Feng stared at Yan Fei coldly like a poisonous snake.

Yan Fei was chasing after him closely. With a seriously injured body, if he just ran away and his injuries got worse, he would definitely not be able to consume Yan Fei.

so....

If he wanted to retreat, he had to fight Yan Fei back.

With a long sword in his right hand and a short sword in his left hand, one long and the other short, yin and yang complement each other, and in a posture, Yan Fei calmly said, "Since you know the result, why bother talking nonsense?"

After all, Yan Fei held two swords in his hands, his speed increased sharply, and he started directly without waiting for Ouyang Feng's reply.

Double-sword swordsmanship, this is a swordsmanship that I have only comprehended in the past few months.

To be precise, this is the sword technique that Wang Chongyang, Lin Chaoying, and Yan Fei created specially for Yan Fei inspired by the "Nine Yin Manual".

Carving all the year round, wood carving with the left hand and sharp blade with the right hand. When carving, both of them move, and they cooperate with each other to carve a perfect statue. According to Yan Fei's characteristic, the sword technique of long and short swords was created.

The main attack of the long sword is extremely sharp and infinitely varied.

The short sword is in charge of defense, combining ingenuity with clumsiness, within an inch, seemingly simple changes can defend against all attacks.

Wow, crack!

After fighting for ten strokes, Yan Fei's double swords cut through Ouyang Feng's clothes, leaving a bloodstain on his shoulder, which was injured by the sword energy of the long sword.

Backing back slightly, fighting while retreating, Ouyang Feng focused on defense, constantly sorting out the changes in Yan Fei's sword technique in his mind.

This kind of swordsmanship is completely different from when Huashan discussed swords!

There was inertial thinking in his mind, he didn't fully reflect it, and he was seriously injured, so Ouyang Feng couldn't stop Yan Fei's sword in just ten moves.

"Is this the sword technique in the "Nine Yin Manual"?" Ouyang Feng asked while fighting.

""Nine Yin Manual"? Ha ha..." With a smile, Yan Fei did not answer directly, "Ouyang Feng, the biggest mistake in your life is to get entangled in "Nine Yin Manual", "Nine Yin Manual" "Strong is strong, but can it really compare to your Ha Toad Kung Fu?"

Created "Toad Kung Fu" from a broken book, and practiced the best martial arts in the world today, Ouyang Feng's aptitude is definitely at the forefront of the five unique skills, if he studies his own learning carefully, it may not be impossible to be the best in the world.

Just like Huang Yaoshi, he didn't practice the "Nine Yin Manual", but even so, Hong Qigong who has practiced the "Nine Yin Manual" can beat him?

Yan Fei's words made Ouyang Feng slightly startled, and at this very moment, the short sword that had been hidden behind suddenly moved forward, piercing Ouyang Feng's left shoulder like lightning.

Get back quickly after you succeed!

"It's impossible to guard against, good swordsmanship!" Covering his wound, Ouyang Feng suddenly laughed wildly, and then said in a very low voice, "But... if you think that this swordsmanship alone can keep me, then you are too naive !"

With a wave of the snake stick, the poisonous snakes hidden in the snake stick shot out one after another, and quickly retreated to avoid it. Taking advantage of this gap, Ouyang Feng also retreated slightly, bursting out with all his true energy.

The whole person seemed to have blown up a balloon, and it doubled in size!

Yan Fei frowned, this move was never seen by Ouyang Feng when Huashan was discussing swords!

Not only did his body swell, but he also grabbed two poisonous snakes and pressed them between his necks. The venom was injected into his body, visible to the naked eye, and Ouyang Feng's eyes became colorful.

"Junior, die!"

After dealing with the poisonous snake, Yan Fei was about to strike first, but at this moment, Ouyang Feng had already attacked even faster.

Unlike when he was limited by his injuries when he just shot, there was always a feeling of unfinished business. At this moment, the snake stick in Ouyang Feng's hand seemed to have turned into a real snake, dexterous and changeable, fierce and domineering, killing him with one blow!

And he himself seemed to have gotten rid of the troubles of his injuries, opening and closing, and his offensive was domineering and sharp.

In an instant, Yan Fei, who had been in the upper hand, gradually fell into decline.

0017 Spicy

Being in a declining situation and not being defeated is not only because of the strong swordsmanship, but also because of the innate true energy in the body!

The innate zhenqi of the second stage is not very powerful in terms of attack power, but it is continuous and extremely tenacious, like a ball of cotton wool. Although Ouyang Feng's violent attack can deform it and make it difficult to resist, it cannot its crushed.

Pooh!

Spitting out blood, Yan Fei sneered and looked at Ouyang Feng whose attack was getting weaker and weaker, "What? Can't hold on anymore?"