Five-eighth Palm: The End of the Road

At the top of the fortress is a large terrace. The sun shines directly, and the dazzling light makes people can't open their eyelids.

Haiyuanjun led the defeated general behind him and looked at Chen Rufeng. His face was full of indomitableness and vowed to fight to the end.

Chen Rufeng inserted the angry wind sword into the ground and glanced at the group of shocked Haimen disciples behind him who seemed to want to fight but did not dare to fight. Compared with the Tianfeng gang behind him, they were simply a vulnerable piece of paper.

"If you are not cruel to people, it will be difficult for you to survive."

"As long as you are tough enough, you can stand to the highest point. A person who is not cruel enough can't be a big deal.

"But because of this, do you have to kill others and force them to die?"

"If you achieve a big thing, you can't have the kindness of a woman!"

Chen Rufeng looked at the determined Haiyuanjun and the group of shocking Haimen disciples behind him like chickens hiding behind him, and kept struggling in his heart.

Is it killing? Or don't kill?

However, once they are released, they will lose all their previous achievements. Especially Haiyuanjun, he will definitely use all kinds of means to revenge on the Tianfeng Gang, and this disaster cannot be left.

Finally, Chen Rufeng made up his mind, pulled up the angry sword and pointed to Haiyuan Jun. The green light and white light on the sword slipped between each other and shouted, "Haiyuan Jun, if you have the ability to fight with me alone. If you beat me, I will let you go. Otherwise, you will leave your life!"

Mr. Haiyuan gritted his teeth and glanced at the trembling disciples behind him. If they shrink and should not fight, these disciples will definitely think that their general trend is gone and there is no longer loyalty. On the contrary, if you defeat Chen Rufeng at this time, you will have a turning over.

Anyway, it's all dead. It's better to bet on this battle!

The idea has been decided. Haiyuanjun took a step, and his sleeves were faintly released and swollen. A huge momentum like anger hit Chen Rufeng. Chen Rufeng was not willing to show weakness and shake out a trace of soft water. However, this weak soft water spirit can stop Haiyuanjun's anger. The tide-like momentum has to push back to Haiyuanjun by force.

Haiyuanjun was shocked for a moment. He had already heard all kinds of rumors about Chen Rufeng. He had both erratic skills and good water flow. The two different true qi merged with each other and could be combined and divided, which was extremely mysterious. At first, he didn't believe it, but today he really felt his strength.

"Anyway, I'm a desperate person! Let me fight for this life and fight with you!" Haiyuan Jun roared, and his voice was so terrible that even the group of Tianfeng gang behind Chen Rufeng couldn't help taking a step back.

Chen Rufeng drew a few sword shadows in the void, looked coldly at Haiyuan Jun, who was already the end of the strong crossbow, and said, "Master Haimen, please make a move!"

Mr. Haiyuan was not too modest. His palms began to gather energy, as if he were in the center of the sea frenzy. The blue energy condensed in front of his palm like a whirlpool in the sea, turning into a bottomless cyclone.

"Breaking the wave palm!" Haiyuanjun shouted and pushed forward with his palms. For a moment, it gave people the illusion that there was a dragon leaping out of the deep sea, rolled up thousands of huge waves, and roaring up from Haiyuanjun's palms. The thousand-layer waves suddenly turned into a tornado column, broke through the air and rushed straight to Chen Rufeng.

This palm was out of control, and the air was smashed into water droplets and melted into the wave column.

Chen Rufeng's eyes flashed with fine light, and the angry wind sword struggled to meet him. The sword light on the angry wind sword was full, and the white light soared, but compared with the wave-breaking palm of Haiyuan Jun, it was indeed much inferior.

A sword pierced into the wave column, and circles of water lines overflowed from the angry wind sword. Chen Rufeng felt shocked, like forcibly inserting the sword into a mountain. Despite the miraculous effect of the power of soft water, he still couldn't stand the palm of Haiyuanjun.

But he can't let go at all at this time, otherwise the bursting palm will take advantage of the situation and devour his whole body.

"Ah!" Chen Rufeng shouted and urged the true spirit. The white light lingering on the sword rose again, but he could not gain an advantage in the competition with the wave pillar.

Over time, Chen Rufeng only felt that his wrist was getting harder and harder, and the anger sword came one after another, constantly increasing the burden on the tip of the sword.

"Can... can this broken wave palm superimpose the strength into this wave column layer by layer and gradually enhance its true power?" Chen Rufeng was secretly shocked. This method of gradually increasing palm power can indeed restrain the power of his soft water, and can remove the first layer of energy, but it cannot remove the superimposed two, three and four layers.

If you hold on for a long time, you will definitely suffer losses. Chen Rufeng's mind changed rapidly and struggled to find a way to solve it.

The people of Tianfeng Gang and Jinghaimen tightened their atmosphere and did not dare to blink their eyes. They stepped back one after another and gave up a large space for them to fight.

The light inspired by Zhenqi is so dazzling that people can't see the two people's expressions at this time. Otherwise, they can see Chen Rufeng's bitterly supported expression.

The corners of Haiyuanjun's mouth raised, and he felt that the spirit of resistance to himself had become weaker and weaker. As long as he maintained this situation, he would definitely win.

Just as he was proud, a strong momentum rushed back.

The green light made a great deal, and a storm began to spin rapidly, spitting out from the angry sword, constantly cutting the wave column like a turning blade, like a termite moth wall, and it was strangled into the end of water in an instant.

Haiyuanjun snorted in pain and was swept back a few feet by the lingering storm.

A group of shocked disciples couldn't help but tighten their hearts when they saw their door owner being knocked to the ground. Fortunately, Haiyuan jumped up and stood up again, staring at Chen Rufeng breathlessly.

Circle of green light gathered back to the angry sword, and Chen Rufeng held his sword to meet the fierce eyes of Shanghai Yuanjun.

Although Mr. Haiyuan is agrant on his face, his heart is extremely terrified.

His broken wave palm has been practiced by him to be pure, and he is broken like this?

What else can he do to deal with him? Haiyuanjun began to think uneasily that he would kill as soon as he came, and there was no room for Chen Rufeng to fight back. And now my breath of momentum has been vented, and then it declines and then exhaustion.

At a time when his mind turned sharply, Chen Rufeng had jumped up and rose into the air to attack him.

A Chen Rufeng instantly divided into five shadows, and it is unknown who is false and who is real.

Five Chen Rufeng, holding the angry wind sword in his hand, the sword light is wrapped around, and the sword is hissing, with a faint momentum of intimidation and deterrence.

The sword spirit cracked, and a piece of green light scattered on both sides. Five Chen Rufeng split into Haiyuanjun together. The momentum of the five sides blew Haiyuanjun's clothes vigorously. The wind made his eyes red and painful, and he had to resist his hands to cover his eyes.

In five directions, it is impossible to tell which one is the real killing move. If he hadn't had three heads and six arms, it would have been impossible to block these five swords.

When the five figures were suddenly synthesized into one, which was Chen Rufeng's body, which was divided into a combination. The sword was even more powerful and cut into the Haiyuan king who had nowhere to avoid.

After all, Haiyuanjun is an old and spicy ginger. As the owner of this huge gang, his kung fu is not for nothing, and his reaction is even more amazing. As soon as he saw Chen Rufeng's entity, his palms were shot one after another against the sword spirit on the angry wind sword.

Chen Rufeng held his sword, as if he had fallen into a thousand-layer huge waves. If it hadn't been for his fierce and powerful sword, the real palm that broke out on his palm would have shaken him away.

A sword does not work, and the shadow of the sword falls sharply. It looks like a sword to the naked eye, but it has also been cut a hundred times.

Haiyuanjun's palm is not idle. Although his face is very painful, the strength of his palm is not weak, and the waves are stirred up, which can resist Chen Rufeng's sword fight.

The angry wind sword kept cutting wildly, the green and white sword spirit alternated, and countless water drop-shaped true gas broke. Chen Rufeng knew that he was now gaining the upper hand and took the initiative. If he gave up the attack, he would abandon this advantage, so he would never dare to stop killing, even if it was a waste of true energy and physical strength. He now compares with Haiyuan Jun, which one will last longer and which one can stand to the end.

Haiyuanjun is also well aware of this, and he will never give up resisting. As long as he blocks this fierce attack, he will have the initiative in the next counterattack.

The people and horses on both sides of Tianfeng Gang and Jinghaimen are dazzling. The confrontation between masters is really extraordinary! Chen Rufeng is like a fierce axe, constantly chiseling, while Haiyuan Jun is a rock, a copper wall and iron wall, suffering the continuous blow of Chen Rufeng.

Suddenly, Chen Rufeng pulled back and closed the sword. A violent sword light shone on the sword, and the green and white smoke gushed endlessly. Between the lightning, he stabbed the angry wind sword straight forward, and the long green sword column "boom" and hit Haiyuan Jun.

Haiyuanjun quickly waved his palms, and several blue blue lights rotated and swallowed. His palms were pushed, as if a dragon spitting beads. The ball of blue water condensed out and flew fearlessly to Chen Rufeng's green sword pillar with white water light.

The earth-shaking energy fluctuated wildly, and the Tianfeng Gang and the shocking Haimen in the position were swept to the ground, and even some shallow disciples spit out a mouthful of blood.

A pillar and a pearl collided, and the power that erupted was beyond human control. The spirit between the two was like a beast imprisoned in a sun-rising cage, roaring everywhere. Chen Rufeng and Haiyuanjun were shocked and fell to the ground, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding.

The disciples of both sides retreated to the corner for fear of being affected again. Chen Rufeng tried his best to stand up with his sword, wiped his lips with his sleeves, and wiped away the trace of blood. He felt that the breath in his heart was chaotic and the blood was raging, which was absolutely uncomfortable.

Haiyuanjun smiled slightly. Both sides have suffered losses just now, but it is also beneficial for him to push Chen Rufeng's advantage and equalize the situation.

However, he never thought that Chen Rufeng's self-healing speed was so fast.

Chen Rufeng just took a few breaths and slowly raised his sword flat on his chest, stepping forward and backward with two feet.

No one will guess what he will do next.

Haiyuanjun put away his smile and was on guard. With his two palms, he could feel the true air gradually condensed by Chen Rufeng from a distance, turning into a subtle and imperceptible whirlwind, swimming around him.

What kind of medicine does he sell in the gourd? Haiyuanjun frowned and raised his whole body to the most vigilance.

The wind rises, but it is not the wind brought by nature of the earth, but the wind caused by people.

The source is Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng's feet suddenly merged together, and his body rotated rapidly like a top. The storm began to dance with him like a swirling blade.

He is simply a wind, a tornado.

As Chen Rufeng's rotation speed became faster and faster, his figure was completely blurred and disappeared into the spinning tornado.

And this tornado is full of sharp sword spirit, which is not only a tornado that can swallow no one, but also a storm mixed with sword spirit.

If there are thousands of killer swords turning, whoever dares to approach will suffer the taste of thousands of knives.

But the sucking power of the tornado is irresistible. Haiyuan urged his whole body and even his true spirit. His feet still moved involuntarily, and his whole body flew along the storm to the tornado full of blades, as if countless hands had grabbed his limbs.