Chapter 147 Fighting the River in the Ship

"What a magnificent style! Now I regret that I would have killed you in the cradle.

"Ky! Let's do it!" Ling Cheng talked about it. At this time, he didn't know when he had a long sword in his hand, and he was confused for a moment. In the past year, you have fled to the edge of life and death several times, and you have felt more and more death. A year later, I was still the young master of the Xiong family a year ago, and a year later, I was a fugitive. With a very heavy heart in his back, he sighed deeply.

"Why sigh? Do you regret that you have practiced your natural palm? If so, then hand it over decisively." Ling Cheng smiled slightly.

Xiongfeng didn't say anything and slowly stood up. The true energy in his body was rolling. How could he die for Yiren himself?

On the one hand, there is the calmness of the wind, and on the other hand, Ling Cheng's heart is successful. Xiongfeng was in great trouble at this time, but his mind was a rare Ning and peaceful. The thrilling and terrible situation in front of him did not distract him at all like the illusion of the demon world. I feel that in the face of this fierceness, there is an indescribable level and beauty of nature. The river is rolling under this foot.

The strong wind roared and rose in the air and fell to a huge top that was weathered like a human head. In the evening moonlight, he was just covered in the golden light. Xiongfeng's thin body flashed to the edge of the boat and happily said, "Actually, what you taught me has nothing to do with me. Don't kill it quickly..."

Ling Cheng looked up to the sky and smiled and said, "At such a moment when the sun shines, you can fight with the hermit, which is enough to comfort your life."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as martial arts." After Xiongfeng's hands were behind him, his eyes were like electricity, with a mysterious smile on the corners of his mouth, and he happily looked at Ling Cheng, who stood proudly in front of him.

"What's wrong, and what's wrong? This is life." Ling Cheng said that talking, almost with a little pleading in the face of Xiongfeng.

After arriving at the heart of the river, there was a mist that could not be melted, but the majestic wind knew the movement of Ling Cheng's hair.

Since the moment their eyes are locked, their hearts have been connected.

As long as he loses his mind, it is a situation of horizontality. Under the momentum, no one can change this tragic result.

The sound of eagles in the sky came faintly, adding to the tense atmosphere of the mountain rain before the confrontation between the two.

The majestic wind stands in the rolling mist and can't help stimulating internal strength. He fought for justice and could not afford to lose.

The opponent is not Ling Cheng, who has the peerless magic power to dominate the sky. Although he is as smart as a warrior, under the pressure of his full power and strong momentum, he must immediately change the defense to attack, so as not to be crushed by his fist when he reaches the limit.

"Shang Zheng!"

Ling Cheng's famous domineering swordsmanship popped out of the sheath like a spirit, and somehow came to the slender palm of his fingers.

The rolling wind and clouds suddenly stood still, as if they suddenly solidified.

Xiongfeng did not dare to be careless. His luck seemed to emerge from the bottom of the earth. He appeared in front of Ling Cheng and hit him with a palm.

There are no words to describe the power and speed of the majestic palm.

The black handprint formed by a flowerless palm with extremely fierce internal strength and true energy shows the subtle changes of heaven and earth and penetrates the secrets of the Taoist kingdom.

Ling Cheng's elite eyes suddenly opened up and burst out an indescribable light. The domineering sword method turned into a long rainbow and rose to the sky first. Suddenly, the speed surged. There was an arrow like a string, and the dragon broke through the waves, and the electric shot on the fingerprints.

The fists and swords intersected, and there was no sound. The river on both sides was shaken into a circle of water nets, which was thrown and splashed on the ship. Ji Xiangju couldn't wait to dodge and her clothes were all wet.

Xiong Feng's eyes did not dare to shift. He let the river splash and wash his clothes. A trace of hair fell down with the rain. In fact, he looked embarrassed, but he was very handsome and heroic.

The clouds and smoke of Jiang Xin suddenly gathered to the point where the palms and sword were handed over, and then the clouds disappeared with the amazing speed of lightning and fire! It's like a cave that has just been broken into another space.

The whole sailboat is exposed to the golden light of the bright moon, which is clear and clear.

Ji Xiangju and others who watched the battle could clearly see the unforgettable strange scene of the moment when the two fought with each other.

Storm Scroll.

"Papa!" The river is storming again.

Under the cloud-like piercing of an electric golden spear, it cracked into countless root-shaped flashes on the heads of the two people, which survived for a long time.

The blue moon has lost its color and dark clouds cover the top.

The torrential rain suddenly fell all over the sky, and the two top masters were immersed in the vast storm and thunder.

The majestic eyes are like electricity, and they are facing each other with Ling Cheng's sharp eyes.

Ling Cheng's cold face suddenly smiled with an extremely sincere smile.

The majestic wind's eyes escaped with a difficult look.

Ling Cheng laughed wildly, and the long sword came, and Xiongfeng's hands were unresponsive.......