Chapter 16 Joe goes to fight against the martial arts madman

The battle is white-hot, the two fight is particularly fierce, and the mood of the two can only be described by the word excitement. The fighting spirit is high, and no one is no less than the other.

Because the speed of the two was too fast, the people watching the battle below were dazzled and could not distinguish the real figures of the two people.

The soft sword in the hand of Yan Xihou, a martial arts man, can change the direction of attack at will like a rope, which also greatly binds Qiao Yun's hands and feet.

Yan Xihou, a martial arts maniac, is a simple martial artist. His intention far exceeds Qiao Yun's intention at speed. Every time Qiao Yun makes a fierce attack, he is easily avoided by him. Yan Xihou, a martial arts maniac, with the advantage of the snake spirit soft sword in his hand, is no less than Qiao Yun's speed. Every attack caught Qiao Yun off guard. Almost hit.

In terms of speed, Qiao Yun can only be comparable to the martial arts maniac with the power of the seven-step decision of quenching thunder.

With the passage of time, Qiao Yun slowly began to be at a disadvantage, so he had to guard against whether there was a chance to attack.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him. The martial madman attacked more and more fiercely than again, and the snake spirit soft sword in his hand kept waving and taking the opportunity to bombard his fists.

"Buzz~~Buzz~~." The snake spirit soft sword stabbed Qiao Yun's chest like a winding snake body. Qiao Yun suddenly turned around and avoided the sword, but he had not yet reacted. The martial arts man flashed behind him and his fist hit Qiao Yun's back.

"Puff." In the face of a sudden punch, Qiao Yun was caught off guard, spit out blood, and flew several feet across the stone wall halfway up the mountain, and his body was faintly sunken in the stone wall.

When they saw Qiao Yun being injured, everyone present took a deep breath and talked about it.

Being able to fight against the martial arts man Yan Xihou for so long, in the eyes of everyone, Qiao Yun's status can be compared with the martial arts man Yan Xihou.

"There is also the last trick, hoping to defeat this martial arts maniac." When he saw Qiao Yun, who was hit and vomited blood, Zuo Yue's eyes twitched fiercely, and his heart was also a little worried.

worried eyes flashed in the beautiful eyes. Zuo Feng seemed to be a little anxious and muttered, "Qiao Yun, you must not lose, otherwise, I will have to trouble you."

The martial arts man floating in the sky stared at Qiao Yun coldly and shouted coldly, "Qiao Yun, do you admit defeat or not?"

wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, bent his left foot slightly, and pedaled violently on the stone wall. His body shot up like a streamer, floating in mid-air, and his dark eyes shot out a sharp light. Qiao Yun shouted coldly, "Give defeat? In Qiao Yun's eyes, I never know how to write the word "lose"

After saying that, Qiao Yun dragged out the Xuantian broken knife weighing about 30,000 catties from the space ring, and held the handle of the knife in his palms. Qiao Yun said, "Wu madman, what can you resist next?"

"I martial arts madman has been defeated by Wufeng College 50 years ago. In the past 50 years of hard practice, in order to get that evil breath. Today, my martial arts madman will not be defeated by a freshman who has just entered Wufeng College." Yan Xihou, a martial arts maniac, is still worried about the fiasco of the past. Today, he came to Wufeng College to prove the results of these 50 years of hard work.

The Xuantian broken knife in his hand waved 'lightly', and the whining that pierced the air was endlessly. The energy like a water wave spread around, and the soles of his feet stepped in the void. Qiao Yun shouted coldly, "Wu madman, take my knife."

Xuantian's broken knife drew a beautiful arc in the high sky, cut through the air and hit the head of Yanxi, a martial arts maniac.

In the face of Qiao Yun's fierce knife, the martial arts man did not despise him at all. His body flashed quickly, and the snake spirit soft sword in his hand stabbed Qiao Yun in the neck.

"Wow~~wow~~." The two palms twisted the Xuantian broken knife in his hand, and Xuantian's broken knife leaned tightly on his shoulder to cover his head to his waist.

"Ding." The harsh metal impact sounded, and the snake spirit's soft sword rubbed out sparks when it against the blade of Xuantian's broken knife.

"Uh." Qiao Yun roared like a demon. He grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and waved his whole body with strength. With the help of Xuantian's broken knife, he showed his martial arts.

"Puff." Yanxi, a maniac, spit out blood and staggered back a few feet to stabilize his body.

The so-called feng shui takes turns. Previously, Qiao Yun was injured and vomited blood by the Wu madman, but now the Wu Kuangren was injured and vomited blood by Qiao Yun, and everyone was coaxed.

"Wu maniac, do you admit defeat?" Qiao Yun held Xuantian's broken knife with difficulty and shouted coldly.

"Conmission? Like you, I am a martial artist, and I don't give up again in my words. Yan Xihou, a martial arts madman, is also an unruly madman. How can he admit defeat so easily?

Martial arts; the force has only reached the realm of six heavens, and Qiao Yun can persist for up to three minutes, that is to say, he only has three minutes to defeat the martial arts maniac.

Three minutes is extremely short-lived for ordinary people, but for master duels, it is enough to kill hundreds of moves.

Three minutes is enough.

"Since you don't give up, I, Qiao Yun, will fight until you lose." Qiao Yun twisted Xuantian's broken knife in his hand, and the feet wrapped around the electric snake stepped on the void, and immediately the surrounding space began to twist as if it was about to burst.

With the lesson of the previous car, the martial madman was also on guard. When Xuantian's broken knife came to the top of his head, the martial arts madman lightly retreated a few feet, and the snake spirit sword in his hand swung lightly twice, quickly entangled the body of Xuantian's broken knife like a rope, and pulled it hard.

Suddenly, Qiao Yun only felt a burst of pain from his palms, and Xuantian dragged out with a broken knife and hit a hillside.

"Run..." Watching the dilapidated broken knife, which was a few times smaller than the human board, the audience standing on the hillside rushed down from the hillside like fish and birds scattered.

"Bomb." The deafening sound made everyone's ears buzz. Xuantian's broken knife stood on the hillside, and the hillside had become full of holes, as if it had been pierced by tens of millions of crossbow arrows, and countless small holes appeared.

"Oh~~Oh~~." A small sound came from the inside of the hillside, and then the whole hillside turned into a pile of powder.

Everyone was shocked, and a random knife could smash a hill hundreds of feet in diameter.

A sarcastic sneer appeared on the face of the gloom. Yan Xihou, a martial arts maniac, glanced at the pile of powder under his eyes and said coldly; "Qiao Yun, you don't even have a weapon... Qiao Yun, what else can you do to fight with me? Let's admit defeat. I don't want to fight with you anymore. We can still be friends.

"Convance without weapons? Have you forgotten that the body of a martial artist is the best weapon? Next, I will fight you with my martial arts status to see if you can fight against me. After saying that, Qiao Yun was fighting, and the soaring flames surrounded his whole body. The soles of his feet took two steps in the secondary air, swooped down and picked up Xuantian's broken knife.

Under the injection of fighting spirit, the shabby Xuantian broken knife became faintly red and hot. Qiao Yun shouted, "Wu Maniac, you should be careful next. I will do my best to fight you."

"Ha, ha..... Come on, let's see if the fighter is strong or the warrior is strong? The martial arts madman laughed twice and shouted loudly.

"Let's fight a hundred miles away first, so as not to hurt innocent lives." Qiao Yun didn't want to hurt the blockbuster audience because of the duel between the two. After all, the collapse of flames is too domineering.

"Okay, I'm going to see what the strength of the fighter is today?" As soon as the words fell, the martial madman did not hesitate at all. Two wings suddenly appeared behind him, inciting them twice and going far away.

"Uh, the secret method of flying?" Qiao Yun was stared for a moment and hurriedly chased after him with the help of the seven steps of quenching thunder.

"Let's go and have a look." Looking at the two people who were going far away, the dean turned his head and shouted to the elder sitting next to him. He immediately got up, jumped into the sky and flew away a hundred miles away.

The elders of Wufeng College also hurriedly followed.

It is also a pity that martial artists need seven-level strength to fly in the air, and the tutors of the college are only six-level peak strength, and they can't keep up with this thrilling battle.