Chapter 44 Prodigal Meteor

Fat Soul Ridge.

The bloody sunset has gone behind the steep cliff in the distance, and the darkness of the night began to surround the sea of fire. I don't know when the mountain wind of hunting began to be as fierce as a knife. The unparalleled September has already had a chill.

But no chill can match the coldness of the crazy black brother's fist. In the roar, his two huge iron fists shining with metallic luster were like two meteorites that cut through the night sky and broke through the void. The iron fist flashed like a meteor in the afterglow of the sunset. The light flashed, and the sound of wind and thunder just rose, but in the blink of an eye, it had pierced the chest of Liu Bai. This is the fist of the Mad Black Brother, whose name is Meteor.

The fierce light hole of the meteor wore the chest of Liu Baiyi. The black brother's arrogant laughter had not yet fallen, but his figure had retreated suddenly, faster than when he attacked.

The figure of Liu Baiyi, the god of killing in white, emerged a few feet away. A strange sword has been held in his hand.

The sword is more than six feet tall, but it is not as cold as imagined. It turned out to be a dark wooden sword. However, the wooden sword is very thick, and the wingers on both sides have no blades, like a wide ruler. The sword pointed slightly in Liu Baiyi's hand, and the murderous spirit from the dark sword body suddenly retreated. Unimaginable blood splashed everywhere, and his fierce meteor hole was just the virtual shadow of Liu Baiyi.

"Good kung fu!"

The figure of the crazy black brother retreated sharply, and in a flash, the huge body like a demon god pressed over like a mountain of Tai. Mount Tai pressed the top, and the roar echoed on the fallen soul ridge. The dense fist shadow has turned into a dark cloud. The fists shining with the glow of the sunset covered the whole sky, and the incomparable loud sound was like a summer thunder, hovering over the Falling Soul Ridge.

A round of golden black radiated a bright light, illuminating the fallen soul ridge. The sunset that was about to disappear seemed to rise again, and a dazzling golden light pierced the dark clouds all over the sky. That bright day was in the hands of Liu Baiyi. He finally stabbed out his real first sword.

"The prodigal son sword!" The Yuanli hurricane in the air suddenly sounded. Although the sky is full of golden light, the golden light brings incomparable chills. The temperature on the Falling Soul Ridge seems to have dropped by more than ten degrees.

The eyes of the crazy black brother are shrinking, and the sword stabbed by Liu Baiyi is only a huge day in the eyes of outsiders, but in his eyes it is condensed by dozens of swords. All the swords blocked any of his retreat. The sword in the middle is like the lonely heart of the prodigal son, which makes people feel as if they can see a thin horse wandering around the world in the west wind of the ancient road.

Liu Baiyi's sword actually condensed into a sword realm, making life lonely and sad. A sword is eternal farewell, and eternal farewell becomes a sword. This is the first move of Liu Baiyi's prodigal son's sword: loneliness is like a hook.

The crazy black brother seemed to be lost in the infinite sword spirit in an instant, but the black brother is the black brother. He doesn't like loneliness. He likes the world of eating big meat and drinking. In his world, his fists represent everything. His blood is hot and his heart is iron, so loneliness and sadness can't trap him.

A Thunderbolt sounded from nine days. The huge figure of the Mad Black Brother suddenly twisted like a snake and avoided the sword that Liu Baiyi would kill at an incredible angle. Then, the iron feet of the madman Black Brother moved like a hidden poisonous snake, and he clicked to the willow white clothes that had exhausted the sword. Liu Baiyi moved in a small area, and the wide black sword suddenly got rid of his hand. The blade jumped in the air and stabbed the vest of the crazy black brother, like a prodigal son who turned back.

The fighting spirit of the crazy black brother was unprecedentedly high. His iron fist meteor flashed and then hit suddenly. His back was like an eye, hitting seven inches of the black sword, defeating the sword that Liu Baiyi must kill.

As soon as the two sides fought, they encountered a dangerous move. The action was like lightning, and the thunder on the fallen soul ridge hit a place.

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The two sides only care about the fierce battle, but they don't know that there is a person watching the fierce battle between the two sides eagerly at this moment. The man was dressed in black and had strange blonde hair. It was Han Feng who came here with Liu Baiyi from the tavern. Han Feng was very satisfied with it. The exquisite moves of both sides and the experience of facing the enemy made him confirm what he had learned in his chest. A feeling of opening made him feel a sense of comfort.

"Bang."

With a loud sound, great changes have taken place in the field.

Crazy Black Brother fought with a move to "split Huashan" and pressed it on Liu Baiyi. All the fist shadows in the air turned into a powerful entity like a huge axe. It was coming to Liu Baiyi's face. All his meteor-like fists turned into a simple punch, but that punch made Liu Baiyi difficult to avoid. The idea is that if you dodge, you will inevitably be crushed into pieces by the blow of the crazy black brother.

Facing the increasingly large iron fist in his eyes, Liu Baiyi did not have any posture, and also stabbed with a simple sword. The fierceness and determination of both sides are like the cold wind all over the sky, which enters the marrow.

"Hum."

The fist and the black sword did not collide without any fancy collision. The loud sound of gold and iron echoed in the Falling Soul Ridge. The echoes of the valley in the distance are endless and deafening. For a while, the sand and stones in the field made people unable to open their eyes.

When I looked again, the fists and dark swords on both sides actually stuck together.

Crazy Black Brother's fist is a whole circle, with thick bones and dark skin shining with black metallic luster. It seems that two huge hammers are held in the hands of Black Brother like a demon, which makes people have no doubt that he will smash the white clothes in front of him at any time. The huge black sword in Liu Baiyi is still dark and has no glory, but the dazzling black makes people feel like a black spear, and he will not stop until he achieves his goal. The sword body has rhythmic trembling and humming, like an oolong that can break out of the cocoon at any time.

The two sides are in a terrible stalemate. If one of them retreats first, the other party's terrible blows will come one after another. Therefore, both sides poured all the power into the fist and black sword, only forward and did not retreat. At this moment, the crazy black brother's hair has spread out, and his angry eyes are like a nine-day evil god. Liu Baiyi couldn't see any change, but his face was pale, like Fu Fan. He put his hands on the handle of the sword, and his eyes flowed fiercely...

The two sides have become an immortal situation, unless one person risks serious injury and withdraws. For three hours, a white fog began to appear on both sides' heads...

"Ha ha, good martial arts, good martial arts..."

A slightly joking voice sounded, and a figure slowly came from a distance. The figure seemed to be very slow but fast, and in a moment, it had come to the scene.

The visitor was tall, dressed in black, and his yellow blonde hair danced in the west wind, which added some strangeness.

Liu Baiyi's face showed a strange look. That man was the strange teenager who was drunk in the hotel, but he didn't expect to be a master.

This teenager is Han Feng.

"The Falling Soul Ridge is indeed a good place. If there are two contemporary top masters buried here, there may be another legend for future generations to pay tribute."

Han Feng looked at the two people with a smile, as if he were watching a monkey, and his tone did not have any admiration.

When did the crazy black brother suffer such ridiculation, he almost spewed fire in Han Feng's eyes. As soon as he was slightly distracted, Liu Baiyi's black sword moved forward a little, and he was busy and concentrated to resist. The strange look in Liu Baiyi's eyes was only a brief flash, and then he returned to the ancient well, but the paleness on his face seemed to add some points.

"Kid, if I recover my skills, I will kill you." The dark brother's deep voice was a little hoarse.

"Ha ha, it's really sad that the two top masters are fighting hard here for an unimpartable villain to bury their bones in the barren mountains." Han Feng looked up to the sky and sighed, and the sarcasm in his words was even stronger. Then he took out a wine pot from nowhere and said, "The scenery here is very good. Seeing such a good play, how can there be no good wine?" This Chunyang wine is comparable to the champion and the first wine in the capital. It's worth drinking. I'm here to toast you two to send you on the road. As he spoke, he took out a cup from nowhere, filled it with a cup, drank it all, and then poured another cup full of it, held it high in his hand, and said loudly, "To you two of you." As he spoke, he spilled wine on the bluestone ground.

Mad Brother Black said, "I will kill you even before I die."

Liu Baiyi said lightly, "Although I know you are a fiercer, I am not abted to add another nameless soul."

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