Chapter 34: Battle of energy

"It's you again!" Chen Rufeng's tone sank. He had just avoided talking to Ze Kunyun about this matter, but now Ze Yu came to him by himself.

Ze Yu stepped down the steps aggressively, and finally jumped and fell in front of Chen Rufeng. His hands were folded at his waist, and there was a light of resentment in his eyes. All the disciples of Qianjianmen who were walking on the steps stopped. He suspected that the young master was angry with whom he was angry with. Unexpectedly, he was the guests of three non-Qianjianmen disciples. Forbidden became curious and began to watch.

"Why did you come to Qianjianmen? Who are those two?" Ze Yu questioned harshly, and Yan Yanyan came to him and looked at the three nervously.

Hu Jiuwei stood up, frowned, and punched Zeyu and said, "These two are Chen Rufeng Jiang Shengtian, the leader of the Tianfeng Gang. I am Chang* Jiuwei. This extraordinary prince must be Zeyu, the son of Ze Kunyun, the head of the door..."

Zeyu interrupted him by brushing his sleeves, looked at Chen Rufeng and Jiang Shengtian like a sharp knife, and said, "Oh, it turned out to be that bullshit gang, on Cuihua Mountain, the same as us. Also, your dog has no right to speak out, and your two masters haven't barked yet!"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Rufeng and Jiang Shengtian have taken a step forward with righteous indignation, showing fierce eyes.

Yan Yanyan pulled Zeyu's sleeve and motioned him not to continue to make mistakes, but Zeyu shook off his hand proudly, as if a piece of poop had stained his clothes, with disgust.

The respect on Hu Jiuwei's face suddenly became very ugly, like a crushed cake, but it was not easy to attack.

Chen Rufeng attacked his heart angrily and said without thinking for a moment, "What about your Qianjianmen? Isn't it defeated by our Tianfeng Gang? So you are not even as good as dogs?" He pointed to Zeyu and said.

Zeyu's face changed greatly, and even Yan Yanyan cast a hostile look at him. The disciples of Qianjianmen around him immediately boiled up and began to shout loudly. Some of them even raised their swords to compete with Chen Rufeng.

Hu Jiu did not pull Chen Rufeng back. He knew that he was about to make a mistake and showed a warning in his eyes. Chen Rufeng saw the turbulent feelings around him and his heart sank. Now he doesn't know how to end it.

All the disciples of Qianjianmen began to gather and scolded around the three people, making the three people blush. Hu Jiuwei and Jiang Shengtian's desperate explanations were drowned in the waves of scolding.

"What's going on?" A loud voice was like a storm. Everyone immediately closed their voices and made way. A man in a wide robe walked down the steps step by step and approached Chen Rufeng. The man is tall and strong, with long hair behind him, and his face is sharp, with a faint chill, like a cold plum growing proudly against the snowstorm in the thick snow.

Yan Yan lowered his head and said, "Brother Ye!"

This person is Ye Guhong, the most famous descendant of Qianjianmen. No wonder a group of disciples of Qianjianmen also give up a way to him.

"Who said that our Qianjianmen is not even as good as dogs?" Ye Guhong walked to Chen Rufeng, and his eyes burst into anger.

Chen Rufeng stared at him and could immediately estimate this person's profound internal cultivation, absolutely above himself. But he is also a daring person. He took a step forward, raised his head slightly and looked at Ye Guhong, who was half his head high, and replied coldly, "It's me!"

There was another wave of shouting and scolding around him. Ye Guhong raised his hand, as if there was a lid under his head covering, and everyone's voices immediately faded, and the field suddenly became silent.

Zeyu cast a complicated look at Ye Guhong, which was not as full of admiration and respect as other disciples present. Finally, Zeyu's eyes fell on a female disciple, who also stared at Chen Rufeng angrily, but once her eyes shifted to Ye Guhong, she would become a tender smile, as if to melt people with her eyes.

This female disciple is Shen Xinyu, one of the five swordsmen, who is known as one of the descendants of Qianjianmen. Her status in Qianjianmen is almost the same as Guhong this night, and her natural swordsmanship will not be inferior, and her beauty is the best in Qianjianmen, which makes many disciples of Qianjianmen secretly cherish their love. Muxin, Zeyu is one of them.

Ye Guhong and Chen Rufeng looked at each other for a long time. After a fierce eye confrontation between the two sides, Ye Guhong finally took the lead in saying, "In this case, let me compare with you and see if I am the Qianjianmen or your Tianfeng Gang is powerful. The losing party has to admit that it is a dog, okay?

The disciples of Qianjianmen present immediately made a thunderous sound and shouted loudly. They all made room. Only Jiang Shengtian and Hu Jiuwei still stood behind Chen Rufeng nervously.

Chen Rufeng's eyebrows shook slightly, his eyes tightened, and he took a deep breath. If he refused, where would the face of Tianfeng Gang go? As the leader of the gang, he must not humiliate the gang.

"Good!" Chen Rufeng answered loudly, "You step back!" Chen Rufeng said to Jiang Shengtian and Hu Jiuwei, and the two sighed helplessly and gave up a wide circle.

Ye Guhong shook the scabbard in his hand, and a cold and white sword came out of the sheath and fell into his hand. The sword was white, with a dignified and elegant atmosphere.

"Langyue Sword!" Yan Yanyan and other disciples present shouted in a low voice.

This Langyue sword is one of the thousand swords and the sword of Xu Chengjun, the swordsman. Unexpectedly, Xu Chengjun passed this sword to his beloved disciple. You can imagine how much Ye Guhong's sword practice has reached.

Langyue's sword raised lightly, and the tip of the sword pointed to Chen Rufeng. Ye Guhong said lightly, "Please make a move!"

Chen Rufeng was not polite to him. The green light surrounded him and quickly swept away from the phantom of the night.

He made it clear that he was by no means his opponent in the competition, and the cleverness of the competition would not be better than the swordsmanship, so he had to bully himself in close combat and win with speed.

With real strength, a dazzling shadow began to carry out a dense rain-like bombardment around Ye Guhong. His feet took his lower plate, his fists took his abdomen, and his elbows hit his chest. In an instant, there had been a seamless attack on Ye Guhong in all directions. His changing speed was also like lightning, and it was by no means human eyes. What can be traced.

Ye Guhong is not panicked and unsure. Langyue Sword protects himself, and every landing point well seals Chen Rufeng's offensive position, and one sword can perfectly block the attack in several directions. The full sword spirit on the sword is not afraid of the true strength on Chen Rufeng's fists and feet. In the green shadow, the white sword dance draws a dazzling white sword light. After a while, Chen Rufeng had already felt pain in his fists and feet. The deep sword spirit on the Langyue sword was like a thorn, which made him feel very uncomfortable. I'm afraid that he would be hurt by the sword spirit on the Langyue sword. Chen Rufeng had to take a deep breath, and the green shadow turned into reality, and a fist with green light, hit from Ye Guhong. Go, the tip of Ye Guhong's sword touched, and the green light collided with the white light. Chen Rufeng flew back to the original position with the force of recoil and half bent down. He just took the initiative to launch an attack but could not succeed, but now he is slightly at a disadvantage.

At this time, Xu Chengjun, Lin Lingluo, Huang Caide, Liang Yongshi and Ouyang Luoxi, the five sword guards of Qianjianmen, had arrived. A group of disciples of Qianjianmen gave up the front place for them without humming. The five people silently observed their martial arts, and were The two people who were fighting fiercely didn't seem to notice that there were five more spectators.

Ye Gu Honglangyue raised his sword and swept to the ground, and the arc moon-like spirit rowed to the ground and ran to Chen Rufeng. Chen Rufeng punched out, and the wind suddenly rose, and the winding dragon roared out, wrapping the arc and moon strength. The swirling storm suddenly broke into a green blade, quickly cutting the energy into pieces of white, and there was no more power like a horse out of control.

The cracked wind fist then rushed to Ye Guhong, and the wind blades all over the sky flew down like a sharp-billed bird and killed Ye Guhong mercilessly.

Ye Guhong's body was light and flew up. The sword was like cutting the snow in the sky, and the white light was shining. The sword spirit was stimulated from the Langyue sword one by one, breaking the wind blade to pieces. As soon as the Langyue sword moved, dozens of wind blades were broken. In an instant, the wind blades cracked by the wind fist were all destroyed.

However, the storm that surged in Chen Rufeng's fist did not stop. It suddenly gathered into a bunch of Optimus Green Pillars, like a wild dragon born from the storm, and the dragon head rigidly pressed down to the night lonely. Such a momentum, although it has caused a mass of air on the ground to surge out rapidly, and white air waves around the night Guhong. Where it stood, a group of disciples of Qianjianmen were also shocked. It was expected that Ye Guhong could not break this move with both speed and strength.

Unexpectedly, the light of the moon sword in Ye Guhong's hand was full, and it pierced up. The white sword light expanded the sword body more than three times and pierced the green air column, just like the white light pierced the jaw of the dragon. Chen Rufeng felt a fierce spirit coming along his wind fist, and the tip of his fist was hot. Feeling, there were turtle shell-like cracks in the green column, which suddenly exploded and turned into an unfettered wind and scattered around.

There was a lot of cheering around them, and a group of people clapped their hands. The five swordsmen, especially Xu Chengjun, also smiled. They thought that you were unlucky. Ye Guhong in my family didn't even show his real stunts.

Chen Rufeng is already really exhausted. He has just hit Rift Fist and Jufeng Fist in a row, but he can't help him one point. This Ye Guhong is really strong and terrible.

Ye Guhong's eyes suddenly became sad, like an indescribable sadness looking at the moon and covering the bottom of his heart, "I don't have to waste my true anger with you, the fifth type of 'wounded moon swordsmanship', 'yin, sunny and round lack'!"

As soon as this came out, Shen Xinyu and four swordsmen except Xu Chengjun were shocked. This "wounded moon swordsmanship" had a total of six styles, and Ye Guhong actually practiced the fifth style? Only Xu Chengjun looked at Ye Guhong with joy and smiled without saying anything.

The sword light on the Longyue sword suddenly dimmed, and only half of the sword body still flashed white light, like the dark night string moon, but the momentum in it was more than ten times stronger than before.

Ye Guhong cut down, and there was no sword spirit coming out of his sword, but an arc of white sword appeared behind Chen Rufeng. This sudden blow made Chen Rufeng unable to avoid it. With his erratic ability, he was only eager to move his body. The sharpness emanating from the cut of the air sword has brought to his back. After a burst of pain, the cloak behind him was torn in two, and even his clothes showed his skin.

"Ah..." Chen Rufeng screamed and rushed to the ground, surrounded by the call for the disciples of Qianjianmen to win.