Heroes can't bend

Seeing that Xiao Feng had woken up, Wu Qing said: "You two don't get bored anymore, Tie Shou and Zhui Ming may have been ambushed by Ouyang Da and others, let's hurry to reinforce!"

The word "tired and crooked" is so used that people can't imagine it, Xiao Feng felt embarrassed again.Leng Xue has a thick skin and pretends he didn't hear it.

But there is a nosy old man next to him, the "swordless old man" Leng Liuping!

He took a leisurely look at the two cold-blooded people, as if he saw something, he said with a smile: "It turns out that brother Xiao Feng is working so hard to arrest me, and there is actually such a relationship."

Wuqing said: "Otherwise, why do you think I am entangled with you, if I can't bring Xiao Feng back with his beard and tail, how can I explain to Fourth Junior Brother?"

Leng Liuping laughed out loud, Xiao Feng felt even more ashamed.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, lightning flashed suddenly, dark clouds were densely covered, and it was about to rain cats and dogs. Turning over, awe-inspiring fell away.

"Huo"!A long blade sank into the trunk of the mulberry tree.

Thirty feet away was an iron-black sedan chair, and beside the sedan chair was a skinny old man!

Of course, the one who throws the knife in the sedan chair is ruthless.

But the old man beside the sedan chair is none other than Leng Liuping, the "swordless old man".

Ouyang took a deep breath and sneered, "It's you!?"

Leng Liuping's figure flashed, and the eagle streaked across the sky, standing beside Ouyang Da, and said: "Ouyang Da, we..."

This sentence originally said: "Ouyang Da, we are on the same front now..." But before he finished speaking, Ouyang Da folded his fan, and the purple energy was strong, and the "Yin Yang Magic Art" had already hit Leng Liuping!

Ouyang Da saw that Leng Liuping came with Wuqing and others, and he didn't have any respect for him, so he thought that the other party was already with Wuqing and others, and he only knew that "the first attack is the best, and the second attack will suffer", so he did his best immediately.

Ouyang Da's fan came, but Leng Liuping didn't expect it, he threw the iron ring hastily, and the cold light slashed at Ouyang Da.

Ouyang Da didn't want to die together, Zi Qi turned and slammed into Han Mang.

Being hit by the purple air, the cold light flew out obliquely, "snatched" into a mulberry tree trunk, and never returned to Leng Liuping's hands.

Ouyang broke through the flying ring in his first year, the "Yin Yang Magic Art" flourished, and he attacked Leng Liuping again!

Leng Liuping hurriedly flew up into the sky, and Ouyang Da was already close to him!

Leng Liuping took a deep breath, and when he rose more than ten feet, Ouyang Dalong soared up, and the purple air was pressing on Leng Liuping's eyebrows.

Leng Liuping shouted loudly: "Good!"

The person was in mid-air, and he slashed out with a knife.

Leng Liuping used a hand saber, and his saber has been practiced to the state of being one with the person, just like the highest technique of "sword control".

As soon as Leng Liuping's "Strike Without a Sword" came out, the golden glow flourished, the purple color broke through, and the surface of the "Yin-Yang God Fan" shattered, naturally the "Yin-Yang God Art" couldn't be used.

Leng Liuping floated to the ground and stopped chasing him.

Suddenly there was a flash of black light, the folding fan in Ouyang Da's hand, although the fan had been destroyed, dozens of fan bones were intact, they were snapped together quickly, forming a long chain, and the long chain shot out, piercing Leng Liuping's heart, incredibly fast.

There was a flash of lightning, and thunder and thunder.

Leng Liuping covered his heart, wanted to cry out silently, coughed up blood, tried his best to point at Ouyang Dao: "You, you..."

Ouyang Da sneered and said: "This is the last of the three unique skills of the 'Yin-Yang God Fan', the 'Yin-Yang Line'!" Holding the tail of the chain, he pulled it hard, and the black chain was withdrawn, blood was marked, Leng Liuping covered his heart, his face Painful, slowly fell to the ground.

Here Leng Liuping and Ouyang started a big fight, while the besieged Tie Shou and Zhui Ming were much more relaxed. Both of them were injured, and they fought hard.

Fortunately, Leng-Blooded and Ruthless, Xiao Feng joined the camp and gained the upper hand for a while.

It rained heavily, densely.

The sounds of shouting and fighting came from all around, all the masters in the martial arts were present, and the result is naturally either you die or I die.Even the two can't take care of each other. Duguwei's marksmanship is cold-blooded, Xiao Feng and Sima Huangfen face off, and the poisonous lotus Du Lian is single-handedly ruthless.

Xiao Feng has profound internal strength and rich experience, although he was seriously injured and exhausted for the past few days, Sima Huang's tomb became more and more invincible after a long battle, his flaws were exposed, and danger appeared everywhere.

Sima Huang's grave knew that if he fought for a long time, he must be the one who would suffer, so he suddenly yelled, and the cymbals burst out.

The cymbals thrown from Sima Huang's grave flew away, although it was not as fast and sharp as Leng Liuping, and not as vicious and fierce as Mo Sangi's throwing knife, but because of the large size of the cymbals, the momentum it held was even more soul-stirring!

Xiao Feng didn't dare to be negligent, he wanted to catch up with his backhand with all his strength, suddenly saw Sima Huang's thumb and second finger clasped in the air, and he used the "three zhang volley throat locking finger" to lock the wind directly towards his throat.

Xiao Feng couldn't dodge, so he had to parry, but if parrying the cymbal, he can't block the finger wind, if he can block the finger wind, he can't hold the cymbal's whirling chop.

"Sanzhang volley locking throat finger" is famous for breaking throat and shattering bones, one move is fatal, and the cymbals in Sima Huang's grave are not easy to let go. I would like to suffer a "three-foot volley lock finger".

Instead of retreating, he rushed forward.

Then he made a sharp blow with his right arm, and with two "chi chi", Zhifeng clasped his arm, his clothes were torn, two scorched marks were left on his arm, and his muscles and bones were probably also greatly affected.

But at this time, the cymbals had already hit Xiao Feng's waist.

In the nick of time, Xiao Feng had gathered all his life's kung fu in his waist in an instant, and with this force he punched hard, he grabbed the cymbal forcibly!

Unexpectedly, he didn't feel the cymbal strike, but bumped into a strong body instead.

It's cold-blooded!

At that moment, Leng Xue happened to be not far from Sima Huang's grave.

He almost exhausted his whole life's internal strength to reach the peak of Qinggong.

He knew that Xiao Feng was at the end of his strength, if he suffered so hard, his internal organs would probably be abolished.

But he is used to being injured, so it must not be difficult to withstand this encounter, not to mention that he took a clever approach and intentionally avoided the sharp edge.

It's just that the copper cymbal was hit by Sima Huangfen with all his strength, and he couldn't stop it, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Cold-blooded!" Xiao Feng yelled, staring at Sima Huang's grave angrily.

Because he was originally rushing towards the opponent, and even now Sima Huangfen is unarmed, and unexpectedly, he never expected that Xiao Feng would not advance but retreat, in a daze, the angry Xiao Feng took his life with a single palm.

Leng Xue bumped into the cymbal by himself, giving Dugu Wei Ke the opportunity to stab Leng Xue's waist with a flick of his head.

This blow was also done with all my strength, and I couldn't fight back cold-bloodedly, so I had to bear it hard, and I felt that my eyes were black, and I felt like I was about to die.

Xiao Feng finished Sima Huang's tomb, turned around and saw Leng Xue being shot, his eyes were red with anger, and he was very sad.

With this energy of anger, Xiao Feng rushed over and slashed down with his palm, Duguwei's face was immediately smashed into a mess, and he fell down screaming like a ghost.Seeing Dugu Wei collapsed, Tieshou breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly hugged Leng Xue's body.

He pulled out the cymbals with his backhand, only to see blood gushing out, Xiao Feng's eyes were scarlet, he threw down the cymbals, he was about to cry.

Leng Xue leaned against Xiao Feng's body, panting loudly, letting the heavy rain wash away his wounds.

Seeing Xiao Feng's anxious expression, he somehow felt a little joy in his heart, he pulled the corners of his mouth again, showing an ugly smile, and said: "Brother Feng, you see I saved your life again."

Xiao Feng hugged Leng Xue, trembling all over, he didn't even dare to look at Leng Xue's wound.

He said: "There is no way to repay the grace of saving life. Xiao Feng in this life..."

Leng Xue shook his head, "Since there is nothing to repay, why don't you make a promise with your body?"

At such a time, Xiao Feng can still say such words, for a moment he doesn't know how to respond.

He only felt that under the heavy rain, his cold-blooded body was very cold, and his own body was also very cold.

In fact, his condition was not good enough, his head was dizzy, and there seemed to be double images in front of his eyes, and he didn't even want to care about the movement of the enemy anymore.If someone comes to kill him, let him die with Cold Blood.

It should be fate, when I woke up again, the rain had stopped.

The sky was clear for thousands of miles, blue sky and white clouds, a person staggered over not far away, Xiao Feng took a closer look, he was chasing his life.

Zhui Ming was the first to wake up, he called Tieshou, and found Xiao Feng and Leng Xue.

Leng Xue had already slipped out of Xiao Feng's arms, and fell to the ground, his limbs were motionless and lifeless.

Xiao Feng was startled, he felt his heart pounding, he was afraid.

Tieshou woke up to find Wuqing, Wuqing fought with Ouyang Da in the final battle, Ouyang died, Wuqing was still alive.

He was supported by iron hands to Leng Xue's side, with a sad look on his face.

Some things seemed to be expected. They saw Leng Xue get two fatal blows with their own eyes, not to mention that Leng Xue was seriously injured and had not recovered.

Those two injuries were done by the master with all his strength.

Cold-blooded him... No one dared to continue thinking about it.

Xiao Feng stretched out his hand to touch Leng Xue's shoulder, his fingertips were trembling.

"Cold-blooded..." Xiao Feng turned the man over and saw the young man's thin and pale face with his eyes tightly closed.

"Cold-blooded!" Xiao Feng called again in a low voice, full of sorrow and anxiety.

Just when he couldn't help sniffing, he opened his eyes with cold blood and effort, his eyes were still so bright and moving.

Xiao Feng couldn't help hugging his whole body tightly into his arms, tears streaming down his face involuntarily.

He almost thought that this person was gone.

The author has something to say: drive tomorrow =3=

After writing for so long, I finally wrote my cutest place hahaha