Chapter 11: Enemy and Friend

The dust and wind rise, and the spring is cool.

On the vast wild road, Song Zhuoyuan and Ye Zhihang looked at each other. The ghost house behind them were restrained and stiff. This scene was slightly strange. If passers-by passed by, they must be scared to death and think that it was a ghost.

Song Zhuoyuan looked at Ye Zhihang for a long time and finally said, "Why do you want me?" Xuanyebu's footwork is exquisite. With your ability, you will never make mistakes. If you make mistakes, you will do it on purpose.

"Then why do you want me again?" Ye Zhihang seemed to smile, "On that day, your 'ghost fist killing' was very close, but it revealed a flaw that I could break it. Only you and I can see this flaw, and you are also a knowingly criminal."

Song Zhuo was silent for a moment, and his eyes were tight.

The wind-blown robe, on the one hand is a fugitive in a coarse linen robe, and on the other hand, on the other hand, the head of the bodyguard's brocade robe. At this moment, the two opposing people are chatting with each other on this dirt road, which is unimaginable.

"That's not as good as me. I just lost to you."

"You and I know whether you are not as good as others." Ye Zhihang smiled faintly, which seemed to narrow the gap between the two a lot.

The two looked at the direction of Baiyetang's departure, and their eyes were different.

"Today, you and I are clear of kindness and righteousness." Song Zhuoyuan suddenly said, "If I still have the strength at this moment, I will definitely capture you."

Ye Zhihang listened to his words, his expression was like a faint stream, and he slowly stepped away.

"They have gone far away. I have to catch up with them." Ye Zhihang turned his head and said, "Your subordinates fell into our hands because of their poor spirit. If you want to chase us, I'm afraid they will be powerless."

"How big the world is. Even if you catch up to the tip of the sea, I will arrest you." Song Zhuoyuan showed a smile, as if he had talked to his friends in a pleasant place.

"Good! As soon as I leave today, you and I will clean up our kindness! If he can really catch up with us, then we will compete again, and we will really win or lose. Ye Zhihang also laughed.

Gradually, Song Zhuoyuan stared at Ye Zhihang's back, and his eyes actually had the intention of saying goodbye to his friends.

This departure is a lifelong enemy.

"One day, I will catch you with my own hands." Songzhuo's distant eyes yearned for it, and he saw the wind and smoke rolling in the place where he left, devouring Ye Zhihang's back.

One by one, they solved the acupuncture points of the ghost house, and everyone escaped from death. Thank God. Seeing that the people were exhausted and pale, Song Zhuo could not force them to continue to pursue and lead them back to the town to have a good rest and adjust. He also sent a letter to inform the rest of the officers and soldiers, Ye Zhihang and others of the escape direction.

The position of water and fire, the inherent identity, Song Zhuoyuan and Ye Zhihang can only be involuntarily.

After several pursuits, Bai Yetang damaged people and horses one after another. Song Zhuoyuan also fought with Ye Zhihang many times. What surprised Song Zhihang was that Ye Zhihang's skills had advanced a lot in the escape. Although the two fought with life and death, they could only end in a draw, but every time Ye Zhihang's skills were better than the last time. After meeting deeply, Song Zhuoyuan became more and more difficult. Finally, due to the decline of the war, he had to stare angrily at Ye Zhihang and led a group of people in Baiyetang to flee in panic.

After all, the two have never won or lost in their lives.

Another light leaf fell down and fell into the land.

Chen Rufeng and Jiang Shengtian's faces are as heavy as water, staring at Ye Zhihang, who has been intoxicated with memories of the past, as if looking at a person who can't get out of himself in a dream.

Ye Zhihang's negative hands pinched sweat and dripped on the ground.

Open your eyes, sigh, and your eyes fall to the ground.

Like Chen Rufeng's expression when he saw the ghost king, he was full of regret, sadness and helplessness.

"The ghost king died for me." Chen Rufeng lowered his head and said gly.

Ye Zhihang turned his eyes to his face, but he had swept away the previous sadness and sadness. A little light gushed out of his eyes and hit Chen Rufeng like waves.

"The ghost king has taught you the martial arts of the ghost family, so he has regarded you as his descendant. Even if he dies, his heroic soul will always rest on you. Ye Zhihang's eyes became more and more refined, as if his eyes were fighting with Song Zhuoyuan before the war. Chen Rufeng greeted him and only felt like a sharp sword cutting his eyes.

"I want to fulfill his wish for the ghost king." Chen Rufeng also saw that at this moment, Ye Zhihang had regarded him as Song Zhuoyuan.

His hand was on the hilt of the angry wind sword, and the momentum gathered again.

"Don't worry." Ye Zhihang's tone suddenly calmed down and smiled gently.

Chen Rufeng's eyes suddenly released, and his heart was just anxious to make a wish for Songyuan. He said, "If you want to fight, you can fight!"

"My competition with you is not just a competition in martial arts." Ye Zhihang said, Jiang Shengtian stared at him with wide eyes, and I don't know what he had in mind.

Ye Zhihang stretched out three fingers and said, "We have set three fighting methods, fighting for life, fighting wisdom, and finally fighting martial arts!"

"Fight for life?" Chen Rufeng has never heard of fighting for life. Fighting with life is to pull each other between life and death to see who lives and who dies.

In his heart, Ye Zhihang had stretched out a single palm and only felt that his palm exploded. Although Jiang Shengtian was not in it, he was also shocked by the strength to retreat several steps. The smoke was like white clouds. Chen Rufeng could not react well, and he felt that his hands and feet were restrained, as if he were embedded in the shackles and could not move. There was another strange gravity that led him against the leaf. Hangzhou.

Chen Rufeng's hand involuntarily turned his palm out, and Ye Zhihang also hit his palms at the same time. The two palms touched each other, as if they were sticking together, and the thick fog lingered out, as if they were in the realm of immortals.

At the moment when he docked with Ye Zhihang's palms, Chen Rufeng felt a strong snake-like spirit penetrate into his palm. Through his arms, he spread to his whole body like ten lives, which was itchy and creepy.

Chen Rufeng's eyes were black, as if he had fallen into a room.

"The so-called fight is to compete with you and my true spirit. If anyone's true spirit is defeated first, it will be defeated." I don't know where Ye Zhihang's words came to his ears. Chen Rufeng can only see a strange green light swimming like a flying insect, dragging a long green tail to rotate and jump, and there is also a faint water vapor covering the green light, like a fog with a green bead.

"Is this... my true destiny?" It turned out that Chen Rufeng was used by Ye Zhihang, and his vision entered the interior of his body and began to fight for his life.

The strong wind suddenly roared, vast and stirring up the world. Chen Rufeng's true spirit began to show signs of dispersing. Chen Rufeng hurriedly urged his mind to stabilize this true spirit. He knew that Ye Zhihang's true spirit was coming.

Sure enough, there was a faint sound of dragons and tigers roaring, and a beam of green light burst out, like a huge sword breaking the sky, penetrating through the clouds into the ground, falling vertically from the air, and Chen Rufeng's true pressure.

Chen Rufeng runs the true qi, and the water mist in the true qi rotates around, surrounding the green light in the middle like a water vortex. The green light is sensed, and the crisis is coming, and the fluorescence is a masterpiece, but the momentum is really different from Ye Zhihang's magnificent true life.

The water mist suddenly splashed, and countless rope water strips jumped out of the water vortex and propped up like roots and sprouting, resisting the huge green light like a Buddha in a thousand hands. The green light seemed to touch these water strips, sending out a big shock, and even the supporting water strips shook continuously. Chen Rufeng's heart ached, as if he had been hit by many pillars, and he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The true qi of this life sensed that the master was in the critical moment of life and death, and immediately stimulated all its potential. The water fog flew up, and the waves hit a column and surged up, like a water tower pulled out from the sea, hitting Ye Zhihang's original vitality.

The powerful beam of light suddenly changed, cracking the light and shining around. Chen Rufeng's vision was covered by the strong light and nothing was seen.

"The power of soft water?" Ye Zhihang said in a surprised voice.

Without waiting for Chen Rufeng to answer anything, the light faded, but he saw a huge green leaf hovering in the sky, and his water mist had shrank into a ball, like a sick cat, only the green gas was still jumping, as if he was waving his fist angrily.

"Go!" Chen Rufeng shouted violently, urging the erald work. The green gas spit out a tornado whirlwind, which was enough to tear half of the sky, and the strong wind blowing on the ground. It was more majestic, more like an arrow sea needle rain, weathering the roaring dragon, and pouring over the sky.

The leaves were hit by the strong wind, but only the leaves were bent one after another, floating unevenly like the wrinkles of the sea, and were not pierced by the fierce wind.

Although the wind was fierce, it could not last and soon stopped. The leaves are undamaged, and the leaf shadow is swinging, * connected, just like a huge painting that is unshakable in the sky.

Chen Rufeng was shocked. He didn't expect that Ye Zhihang's true spirit and domineering were so far. Even if he urged all his erratic skills and good water flow, the true qi of the two families could not be damaged at all.

"It's over." As soon as Ye Zhihang gave an order, the sky collapsed, and the leaves roared down.

Chen Rufeng's feet sank, and his surroundings were full of vitality, as if he were in a sea of knives and fire, suffering unspeakably, especially the straight down momentum on the top, which made him almost collapse his forehead and die on the spot.

Although the blades are gentle, their momentum is strengthening and solidifying one by one, such as snow mountain avalanches, rolling and stacking, and at best to become snowballs covering the sky and crushing everything.

Chen Rufeng's knee was about to break, and when he was struggling to support it, he suddenly saw a black blade-like true air around him drilling out and rushing straight up.

Countless black gas hidden on the ground soared up, one after another, countless, inexhaustible, the black gas is all over the world, and its scene is as magnificent as the realm of thousands of birds out of the nest.

"Is the ghost true?" Ye Zhihang snorted, and the blade intensified a little more. Those black gas seemed to be soldiers who were not afraid of death and kept rushing, blocking the momentum of the giant leaves with their vigorous bodies.

Chen Rufeng looked helplessly at these swarming black gas, which was secluded, but at this time it was full of awe-inspiring righteousness and wanted to do his best to blow Chen Rufeng.