Chapter 125 Kill the Green Jiao
Ren Shaoming's eyes were fierce and he clenched the hammer. He couldn't wait to hammer it into meat sauce and sell it to the Turks. But what the other party said is the truth, and it is difficult for him to refute it. If he denies it, won't he forget his ancestors? How can a man on the grassland do such a thing?
He snorted coldly again and said, "Let Ren see the means of the Minghui Lord!" Step forward after saying the words.
When he took the first step, the atmosphere around him immediately became solemn and heavy, and it was silent. As he took the second step, a huge and unparalleled momentum rushed to the wind. If it were an ordinary hand, he would tremble and abandon his weapons.
Who is Lingfeng? How can this mental pressure be taken seriously? Contrary to Ren Shaoming, who was soaring in momentum, he stood lazily, with the tip of the sword in his hand slanted, and his eyes squinted, as if he opened and closed, and did not pay attention to the other party.
The people around Ling Feng naturally retreated in all sides, giving up a wider space for the decisive men in the circle, leaving a big circle of more than ten feet.
Ren Shaoming's eyes are more cold. This is indeed a strong opponent, as if to catch up with the person he has seen.
But the two gave him the opposite feeling. The man was sharp and made his hands and feet weak without making a move. The man seemed to be weak, and his posture was full of flaws, which made people feel that he could be killed casually, but the fool also knew that this was a terrible illusion, and the flaws made him at a loss more than flawless.
The man made him turn around and run away without the idea of fighting, but this man was like a fierce beast in the abyss and couldn't help jumping into his mouth!
His back is soaked in cold sweat. How can he have such a strange idea? At the time of life and death of the war, I actually had leisure to think of this? Being timid before fighting is the way to die.
He hurriedly hugged Yuan Shou's heart, and his momentum suddenly flourished. His wrists trembled. The two meteors turned into countless red light reflecting the light of the torch, like a bee flying butterfly dance, shocking the whole audience. It is not easy to dance the heavy meteor hammer so amazingly.
Ling Feng touched his nose and wanted to tell him that if you were not scary, you would be invincible!
Although Ren Shaoming has a little ability, the amazing momentum does not only come from the front, but seems to be squeezed from all directions. With the reflection of the fire, he himself is suddenly invisible, hiding somewhere in the shadow.
Based on these two points alone, it is stronger than the current Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling. It can be seen that this guy in the original work hangs in the hands of the fledgling Shuanglong and becomes a stepping stone for his fame, which is indeed extremely unfair.
Suddenly, a group of shadows with a strong wind # hit Ling Feng's left shoulder!
Ling Feng shook his stiff head, his body was slightly sideways, and his long sword softly pierced into the shadow. It seemed to be slow and fast, seemingly undisclined. In fact, he had found the other party's flaw at the peak, and only a limited number of people could see the brilliance on the spot.
The shadow dissipated, revealing Ren Shaoming, who looked like a demon god. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. A moment later, the left and right meteor hammers ran straight to Ling Feng with thunder and lightning, trying to meet the sword of Ling Feng.
The fierce airflow forced bystanders a few feet away to retreat, which made people marvel at what kind of pressure Lingfeng should bear.
Ling Feng's talented sword wind has cut off a piece of the other party's sleeve, and also admires this guy. The sword that pierced his wrist also happened to dodge it. It was the first time since Ling Feng met the sword.
It's no wonder that Ling Feng's opponent who used to use swords is really not a master at this level. Since the promotion, he has rarely used swords. The physical reaction speed of the master level is indeed unmatched by ordinary people.
He was not discouraged. Dugu Jiujian used it. In an instant, he exchanged dozens of moves to make it urgent. He saw the hammer shadow and sword shadows turbulent in the field, and the two shadow rabbits rose and fell, making a close fight to judge life and death.
The two kept running, and the encirclement kept expanding. The two of them were too fast. Once they were swept by the strong wind, it would be the end of the opening of the belly.
Ling Feng couldn't attack for a long time, and his heart beat. He made up his mind and waved his sword to cut into a flaw of Ren Shaoming, so fast that no one could see it clearly.
Ren Shaoming took a step back, hummed, closed the meteor hammer left and right, and accurately sandwiched the long sword between the hammer. The reaction was so fast that it was amazing. He is also a little proud of himself. The sword saint Feng Qingyang is known as the best sword master in the south of the Yangtze River. Who has ever clamped his sword?
"Bang!" The sword is broken.
Hearing this crisp voice, Ren Shaoming was more comforted. He just wanted to laugh three times and raise his glass to celebrate.
He didn't know that Ling Feng didn't have the patience to play with him!
Ling Feng had abandoned his sword for a long time. He was short, avoided the heavy hammer, and hit his arms quickly and incoherently.
"Ah!" Ren Shaoming screamed and sprayed blood. His whole body was thrown high into the void reflected by the moon. A pair of big copper bell-like eyes still looked at his chest untrustworthyly, and several ribs were broken.
This is not a deadly injury, but the other party's fierce true qi broke into the body, swept along the meridians, and quickly spread all over the body like a spiral of strength. It collided with his own true qi, and immediately cut his meridians and directly invaded the lungs.
He was horrified to find that his martial arts seemed to have been abolished!
After drawing an arc in the air, his tall and powerful male body fell to the ground and smashed a big deep hole. The vitality kept pulling away from his body. Even if he could save his life, there was no possibility of recovery!
And his double hammers fell to the ground heavily for a moment, just right next to his head, and there was a faint light under the firelight as if he was mocking himself for his master's illness.
All the onlookers have a feeling of breathlessness at this time, not to mention shouting and cheering. Although most people are secretly happy about the end of this alien race, how dare they show it under high pressure?
The whole audience is quiet and unreasonable.
Only a heartbreaking roar came from the roof in the distance, which was particularly harsh in this silence.
Ling Feng succeeded with a blow. He did not hesitate. He suddenly retreated and crashed into the crowd ten feet away. The figure fell to the ground and hummed miserably. This time, he left at a touch without stopping. A sense of danger hit his heart, which was unprecedented.
The man roaring on the roof in the distance cut through the sky, his hands became claws, and rushed to him. The bright moon shone behind him, with dazzling golden light, but the front was not in the dark, so evil that it was indescribable.
Ling Feng can also guess that he is a "flying eagle" with his toes! He hid it cleverly and did not detect it by Ling Feng's consciousness.
But he can't give Ling Feng a sense of danger!
Ling Feng was shocked, Lin Shihong! Lin Shihong, who just saw it, is obviously a stand-in! No wonder he refused to answer himself!
So where is he now?
Even if his spiritual power is strong, it is difficult to find a master-level master who has the intention to hide the air, especially some people who are good at hiding the way of assassination! Last time in Pengcheng, I found that Li Mi seemed to be purely the intention of the other party! This feeling that it is difficult to control the overall situation makes him quite uncomfortable.
He swirled his body and used a move of the Mustang in Taijiquan to divide the mane. Several gunmen were cast into the sky by him and hit the rushing Qu Ao. And their long guns were hit by him, turning crazily and with his strength. What a power it was. It was already bloody to the ground with a few people in a row.
There was another piece in front of him, and a figure flashed. It was a beautiful, elegant and unrestrained middle-aged literati who blocked the way. He crossed the bronze flute and laughed and said, "How about the Lord of tomorrow? I have been waiting for Xuan Gong for a long time. Just looking at his fast and easy movements, it can be concluded that his magic skills are extremely high, and I'm afraid it's the peak of the master.
Ling Feng stopped suddenly and said coldly, "Do you really want to be the enemy of Ming?"
Pi Shouxuan shook his head and sighed, "Everyone has the same vein. Pi originally didn't want to fry each other from the same root." The bronze flute waved, drew the light reflecting the firelight behind it in the air, and roared loudly, as if the ghost was crying.
Qu Ao tore the claws of several people in the air to vent, and then used his power to accelerate the attack, and took action at almost the same time as Pi Shouxuan!
Ling Feng didn't seem to notice the Qu Ao behind him. He hugged his hands, moved his feet slightly, used a move to stop him, and slowly met the bronze flute that guarded the mystery.
What made Pi Shouxuan uncomfortable was that the other party's movements seemed to be slow and fast, completely out of the range of his visual perception. He didn't care about this. The copper flute made a sharp roar and drew a circle. In each spiral circle, the true qi of the copper flute would increase and quickly stab Ling Feng's right eye.
When the arrogant claw wind approached Lingfeng, he gave his body a strange side, and his figure dissipated, and suddenly collided with the bronze flute!
Strongly fight!
Both of them suddenly retreated, and Pi Shouxuan screamed, but Ling Feng rushed up and gave him a slap on his left shoulder. Then Ling Feng took advantage of his shoulder to jump over the firelight and throw himself into the vast darkness.