small rivers and lakes

Cangqi Sect is a little-known small sect, with a total of only a few dozen members in three generations. The young man is still the sect master's favorite student. He is only fifteen years old. He came out to see the world with his master for the first time. Chang Fengjun killed him on the spot.

"Ah Lang..." A tragic cry of pain erupted from the crowd.

People involuntarily moved out of an open space, revealing the corpse in the snow. A middle-aged man staggered two steps and threw himself on top of the corpse, his hands trembling, desperately trying to combine the two-half corpse into one, but it was of no avail. .

——The young man was already dying, even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save him.

"Chang Fengjun! You are too deceitful!" The master of Cangqi Sect roared in pain, stood up abruptly, and the black-clothed figure turned into a black whirlwind, and he stretched out both palms, striking Chang Fengjun Face to face.

He knew that he was a small sect, and his ancestors did not leave any world-famous martial arts secrets. He only has one Cang Qi Palm, which concentrates the whole body's internal energy on the two palms, which can break rocks and crack mountains, and open up heaven and earth.

Therefore, he has devoted himself to practicing for many years, and now a pair of fleshy palms are made of fine steel, with infinite power.

Chang Fengjun only snorted indifferently, and pulled out the long sword with his right hand. The sword was full of brilliance, and he drew a sword flower, and stabbed him in the chest.

However, the master of the Cangqi sect did not hide or dodge, the wind in his palm was like a howling wind, and he stood up against the sword's edge.

Not to die generously, but to die together!

Chang Fengjun frowned, and the sword light became even more ostentatious. People felt like a flash of lightning flashed through the air, and warm blood spurted out.

The master of the Cangqi sect stabbed his chest with a sword, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward resolutely, hitting Chang Fengjun's body with both palms, and immediately made him groan, thick blood overflowed from the corner of his lips .

Chang Zixuan exclaimed, "Father!"

Chang Fengjun's sword was submerged into the main body of the Cangqi Gate, and he exerted force on his wrist, only to hear the sound of bones being cut, and the gushing blood stained the clothes on the chest of the Cangqi Gate Master.

However, the man didn't seem to feel pain, his eye sockets were cracked, his eyes were scarlet, his beard and hair fluttered in the wind and snow, like a demon crawling out of hell, he didn't care, his palms hit several large acupuncture points on Chang Fengjun's upper body one after another.

His 30 years of kung fu were condensed in his palms, each palm was as ruthless as the other, carrying a vengeance to the bones, both quick and hateful, every strike made the blood on the corners of Chang Fengjun's lips thicker.

"It's just fists and embroidered legs!" Chang Fengjun shouted coldly, filled with true energy, the long sword rolled up flesh and blood, and slashed out fiercely.

With a muffled sound, the master of the Cangqi Sect was knocked into the air and fell heavily to the ground, causing snow foam to fly all over the ground. He struggled to support his upper body, and a mouthful of thick blood sprayed into the snow. go.

I saw a pair of luxurious leather boots kicking away the snow and catching up.

Sen Han raised his chin with the tip of his sword, and the head of the Cangqi Sect was forced to look up, and saw Chang Fengjun's haughty face.

An indifferent voice sounded above the head: "The laziness of the teacher's laziness makes the students speak wild words. How can you know that it's because you are incapable of teaching?"

"Absurd!" The head of the Cangqi sect spit out blood and cursed, "You kill innocent people indiscriminately, disregarding human lives, what is the difference between such reckless behavior and a devil? I don't think Su Yuhen is a devil, but you, Chang Fengjun!"

He raised his head abruptly, looked at the crowd with his scarlet eyes, and said sharply: "Heroes, the lord is benevolent. He was deceived by the traitor and committed an unjust case. Now the truth is revealed. Kill the traitor, and the Qing Dynasty is on your side!"

"What?" Chang Zixuan looked at him in disbelief with a serious look on his face.

However, Chang Fengjun was calm and unruffled. He only gave a cold snort, his eyes swept across the people with aloofness, he paused for a moment on the faces of Zhong Yi and Le Wuyou, and said coldly: "Want to kill me? It's really hard to weave this for you common charges..."

An Guangxia's face was calm, and he said in a deep voice: "Masters, please think again, how could the Chang Pavilion Master be a traitor? He has devoted himself to the President of the League for many years. His contribution here is obvious to all, and the world can learn from it!"

"Brother, why do you have to argue with them?" Chang Fengjun looked down at his long sword, and said arrogantly, "If you want to kill me, first ask me about the flying scene in my palm!" The upper body was as cold as iron, and he whispered indifferently, "Surrender to death."

"Keep people under the sword!" Chang Zixuan yelled suddenly, rushed to Chang Fengjun, and said anxiously, "Father, the master of the Cangqi Sect suffered from the early death of his beloved disciple. He was confused for a while, and the crime is not worthy of death!"

Chang Fengjun was furious: "Bastard! You are colluding with outsiders?"

"Father!" Chang Zixuan lowered his voice and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Just now you beheaded the young man, and now you kill his master, the crime of indiscriminate killing of innocent people will be confirmed!"

Chang Fengjun swung him away with his palm, turned his wrist suddenly, and a waterfall of blood spurted out. Before the master of Cangqi sect even had time to scream, he was pierced through the head with a sword, and died immediately.

"Father?" Chang Zixuan exclaimed.

Chang Fengjun didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, as if it was no different from an ant, he pulled out his long sword with a wave of his sleeve, and looked at him indifferently: "So what if you sit down? What fear do I have for the current power?"

Shocked by his decisive killing, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and the few people who had echoed the "treacherous theory" just now couldn't help being silent, fearing that they would be slaughtered by the Cangqi sect.

Chang Fengjun raised his neck haughtily, and said coldly, "If anyone still suspects that I've deceived the lord, you might as well stand up, and I'll give you a chance to have a good word."

His cold voice seemed to be colder than the flying snow, the long sword in his hand was gorgeous and dazzling, and the residual blood slowly slid down the sword, leaving mottled bloodstains, which was shocking.

Someone wanted to refute, but just as he was about to raise his head, suddenly the person next to him held him down and said in a low voice, "Don't cause trouble!"

"Could it be impossible to just submit like this? Even though Chang Fengjun is a master of martial arts, but there are so many heroes present, rushing forward, can't he still be able to subdue him?"

"A single Chang Fengjun is certainly nothing to be afraid of, but don't forget, this is Chang'an, the territory of Mingri Pavilion!"

The man followed the eyes of the people next to him, and saw hundreds of young men with swords staring at him, all wearing uniform dark blue student uniforms, and he could tell they were the elites of Tomorrow Pavilion.

Hateful voice: "Damn it! Those who practice martial arts should punish the evil and promote the good, how can they bully the weak and fear the hard, and be a shrinking turtle!"

Chang Fengjun had a cold smile on the corner of his cold lips, and he was about to speak.

Pa, pa, pa... There was a burst of unhurried high-fives in my ears, and a gentle voice said with a smile: "Chang Gezhu's domineering, I admire you, you know, for so many years, what I like most is to have fun, but There are always people who don't let me have a good time, and hold me back... Hey, it's rare that Chang Ge is sympathetic and gave me a chance to speak, how can I not cherish it?"

Chang Fengjun's heart was blocked, he didn't need to turn his head, he could imagine the annoying face of Zhong Xin at this time, and said coldly: "You have already betrayed the Tianxia League, what qualifications do you have to take care of our affairs?"

"Even though he betrayed the Tianxia League, there are rivers and lakes all over the world. What he cares about is not the dirty things in your alliance, but the innocence and justice in this vast rivers and lakes that are closely related to all martial arts practitioners." Le Wuyou dress down.

Zhong Yi glanced at him gratefully, and said excitedly, "That's right, Ayou understands me!"

Le Wuyou glanced at him, looked at Chang Fengjun, and said mockingly: "Tomorrow Pavilion, a small one, has become so tyrannical. I think the Guimeng Temple is not big, but the evil wind is not small. It's just your three-legged cat." Kung fu, dare to threaten all martial arts heroes, it's ridiculous," he raised the Zhihuang sword, and pointed at Chang Fengjun's nose provocatively, "Come on, the flying scene of Huajing is very powerful, don't you dare to come and meet Grandpa's Zhihuang for a while? ?”

Chang Fengjun's face turned pale for a while, he had already fought against Le Wuyou just now, although the winner was not decided on the surface, but a person with advanced martial arts could tell at a glance that the young man in front of him had reached the level of martial arts, which was beyond his ability Easily defeated.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chang Fengjun was expressionless, and exerted a little force on his palms, beads of sweat oozing from his palms.

Madam Long suddenly said: "Trash!"

Chang Fengjun was startled, and just about to refute, he suddenly saw a swift black shadow flying in front of him, and Mrs. Long's cold voice came from his ear: "This piece of trash named Chang can't stand on the stage, I will fight!"

She raised her hand, and the two thin-edged knives shot out quickly. The two knives were as thin as cicada's wings and as fast as lightning. One knife shot at Le Wuyou's waist and one knife went straight to his throat. The knife was like lightning, unstoppable, It's chilling.

Le Wuyou's figure flashed, and he slammed his sword to block, only to hear a crisp ding, and the two thin-edged knives slammed into the blade of the sword hard, and bounced off.

Madam Long flew forward, caught the two sabers, and made a somersault in the air, dissipating the rebounding force of the sabers. The black-clothed figure turned into a gust of wind, and the sabers were radiant, like a meteor chasing the moon, and struck again.

Her saber technique is extremely beautiful, Le Wuyou couldn't help applauding, and she raised her sword to meet it generously.

The two fought more than ten moves, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while. Le Wuyou had a slight advantage due to his profound internal skills. Even though his internal strength was slightly weaker, he was actually the one driving the rhythm among the two.

Seeing the blade stabbing him as fast as a knife, Le Wuyou quickly dodged and waited for an opportunity to fight back. Suddenly, a trace of murderous aura came from behind him. Following the sneak attack, the sword edge flew past.

Hua Jing Fei Jing brushed against his temples, chopping off a strand of hair.

"Despicable!" Zhong Yi was furious immediately, and the three-foot water clanged out of the sheath, and with a sword cry like a dragon coming out of an abyss, he stabbed at Chang Fengjun with soaring anger.

Le Wuyou dodged the thin-edged knife, turned around, used his hand as a comb, and slowly brushed up his broken hair, and scolded with a smile: "Chang Pavilion Master folded the sword as soon as possible, sneak attack from behind, use more to bully less, Hua Tingfei Jing's sword spirit should die in shame!"

Chang Fengjun's sneak attack was punctured, but he had no shame, and said coldly: "Then sacrifice my sword spirit with your blood."

The four of them fought in a melee, but in the end Zhong Yi and Le Wuyou were slightly superior. The two swords, one long and the other short, echoed each other, and the two swords combined to defeat Madam Long and Chang Fengjun.

Zhong Yi hated Chang Fengjun for cutting off a strand of Le Wuyou's hair, and his swordsmanship became more fierce, merciless, and took his life.

Chang Fengjun dodged in embarrassment, narrowly avoiding the critical point, but taught Sanchishui to cut off a piece of flesh and blood from the arrow, and the pain pierced the bone marrow, and said in a deep voice: "Zixuan, stop him!"

"Yes." Chang Zixuan pulled out the streamer and starlight, and stepped forward with his sword, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, bullying the few with more, after all, it was not the actions of knights, but the ones who fell to the wind were his own parents, who were born as sons, how could Can you disobey?

Although his martial arts are mediocre and he is wounded, but it is enough to sweep the battle for his parents, the long sword dashes left and right, completely disrupting Zhong Yi's fierce attack.

Zhong Yi said angrily, "Ayou, hurry up and tell you to get out of this relationship, otherwise I won't be merciful."

"Who taught you to be lenient?" Le Wuyou said angrily, "His parents beat you together, and you still want to be merciful? Is there something wrong with your surname Zhong?"

"Tsk..." Zhong Yi was scolded to shame, but his eyes suddenly lit up, three feet of water swung across the sky, and the sword changed, pointing at Chang Zixuan, and laughed: "I finally waited until I could This is the day to teach you a lesson!"

Suddenly a stone came galloping and hit the three-foot water heavily, causing the sword to stop suddenly.

Chang Zixuan seized the opportunity and flew away, avoiding his murderous sword.

Le Wuyou asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

"Someone is protecting him in secret." Zhong Yi said briefly, and from the corner of his eye, the thin-edged knife pierced through the air and attacked Le Wuyou's back. He was furious immediately, his body moved suddenly, and the folding fan came out of his hand. The volley hit the thin-edged knife, and at the same time, the three-foot water rolled up the wind and snow, and quickly stabbed Madam Long.

His sword is like a tide, unstoppable.

Seeing that Madam Long was about to be pierced by a sword, she suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Chang Zixuan, and stood in front of her.

Only the sound of a sharp knife piercing into the flesh was heard, and a waterfall of blood burst out of his chest.