Chapter 55: The Battle of the League

Chen Rufeng met Lu Chiyin's eyes that almost chose people to eat, and did not give in.

Everyone looked at the two, and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke quickly spread.

Ze Kunyun said to Lu Chiyin with an embarrassed face, "I don't know if Lu Xuanzhu has any opinion on this?"

"Chen Rufeng is murderous and murders our disciples!" Lu Chiyin was confused for a moment and blurted out. Yuan Fan and others sitting next to him quickly pulled his sleeves and their faces changed greatly.

"Lao Lu, what are you talking about?"

"Are you crazy?"

Everyone looked at Chen Rufeng in surprise.

Ze Kunyun turned his eyes to Chen Rufeng and his face darkened, "Master Chen, are you serious about this?"

Lu Qiyin was remembered by Yuan Fan and others that he sent disciples to assassinate Chen Rufeng on that day, but he was killed instead. His heart was empty, but the words had come out, and it was difficult to stop splashing water.

Don't smile lightly. It was his vicious hand that day.

"No." Chen Rufeng was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were not far away from Lu Zhiyin.

Lu Zhiyin was already difficult to get off at this time, so he had to hold on with Chen Rufeng. He shook off Yuan Fan's hand and straightened his chest. "My disciple Lan Risheng died in the mountain for no reason after meeting you that day. Do you dare to say that this is not your thing?"

Chen Rufeng raised his eyebrows, heard a tremor in Lu Qiyin's voice, and said with a sneer, "I have never seen your disciple. Let's just let us have a meeting, but why did I kill him? What's the motive?"

"You...you..." Lu Zhiyin pointed to Chen Rufeng, his eyes were angry, and his foreword didn't match. For a moment, he couldn't think of words to answer.

Ze Wanyun frowned and looked at Lu Qiyin and said, "Lord Lu Xuan, if there is no real evidence, don't spray people with blood!"

In the chaos, Lu Zhiyin had to change the topic and hummed and pretended to be calm: "For the time being, when I wronged Master Chen, I will accompany you here first." Previously, it was still called by name, but now the word "master" has been added again, and the heroes present show disdain.

"But the wind can't help the climate, how can we shoulder this heavy responsibility? You should know that the leader of the League of the world should take care of both the affairs of the gang and the League. I'm afraid that if Master Chen is the leader of the alliance, he will take care of this and the other. Lu Qiyin picked out his words again, glanced at the Tianfeng Gang brought by Chen Rufeng, and smiled contemptuously: "Even if Master Chen is strong in martial arts, your subordinates really dare not praise him. The whole Tianfeng Gang is only supported by you."

As soon as Tianfeng helped all the people heard this, their hearts immediately rose sharply, and they looked at Lu Chiyin angrily, and even the river countercurrent glanced at him resentfully.

Chen Rufeng was not disturbed by these words and said with a smile, "Is this what I am? Ding Yu, who helped me on the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall that day, defeated Zhuang Wenxiang, a disciple of our school. Presumably, there are more powerful disciples in our school that have not been sent out, right? That's not the case. Today, let me 'Three Heroes of Tianfeng' compete with your Bi Xuexuan, the four gangs of Douri School, Kunpengmen and Canying Pavilion to see if there is no one else in the Tianfeng Gang except me, Chen Rufeng?

Unexpectedly, Chen Rufeng raised his "three heroes" in front of today's gathering of heroes. Chuan countercurrent, Ling Xiaoyu and Ding Yu were all shocked and looked at Chen Rufeng blankly.

So openly challenging his four gang, Lu Chiyin was arrogant and arrogant and said without thinking, "So good! Then I sent Wenxiang to the battle again!"

"I sent Huang Ju!"

"Withered, go!"

"Tianfang, don't let your teacher down!"

Bi Xuexuan, Dou Ri Sect, Kun Peng Men and Can Ying Pavilion were all disciples who were sent to participate in the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall that day. The four people stood up with a ferocious smile when they heard the words. It happened that today they could avenge the defeat of the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall on the same day.

In contrast, the "three heroes of Tianfeng" on the side of the Tianfeng Gang are all hesitant, timid and shrink, and lose their prestige. However, Chen Rufeng shouted, and the three of them stood up apitably, and the four groups of people faced each other.

Ze Kunyun's eyes are dark. Although martial arts is an indispensable link in every world alliance, he did not expect that it would be triggered in the battle between the leaders of the world.

"It seems unfair to be four against three, right?" Ze Kunyun kindly reminded him.

"It doesn't matter!" Chen Rufeng said freely, as if he was full of confidence in the three heroes of Tianfeng.

Ze Kunyun saw that both sides had made up their minds, and a war between the two sides was inevitable, and it was also a good opportunity for Tianfeng Gang to show their strength in front of Qunying, so he said, "In this case, let's move out!"

On the terrace, in the circle of people, the "Three Heroes of Tianfeng" look at Zhuang Wenxiang, Huang Ju, Li Tianfang and Ye Shengkui. Standing behind them are their respective masters, while standing behind the three heroes of Tianfeng is Chen Rufeng.

He Chengpiao looked at the so-called "Three Heroes of Tianfeng" on the opposite side and couldn't help smiling and said to the other three people, "One is addicted to gambling, one seems to be dead parents all day long, and the other is a disciple expelled by your Bi Xuexuan. Is there any chance for the three of them to win?" The four people laughed, but Chen Rufeng did not shake the confidence on his face.

"You can do your best. Since you can knock them down so easily in the Qingshiwu Hall, now they are only one more person. Why are you afraid?" Chen Rufeng's words added a lot of confidence to them, especially Ling Xiaoyu turned from worry to joy. Thinking of the three moves that day, he put Huang Ju down, and he couldn't help but be proud.

Chen Rufeng and the four gang owners retreated and squeezed into the front end of the crowd with a smile in their eyes and great trust in the people they sent.

Ze Yun announced loudly, "Start!"

Tianfeng Sanjie took the lead and jumped up. Ding Yu picked up the long gun, and the red light filled the head of the gun, like a blood-stained tusks. The fishy red really pushed through the air and did not keep his hand at all. Ling Xiaoyu and the river countercurrent are located on the flank. The river countercurrent body is like a green leaf fluttering in mid-air, holding out the bamboo flute, and the flute is hissing vigorously, like a bow string full of arrows. Ling Xiaoyu was straightforward, his fists merged and rushed together, and the tiger's head rushed together, becoming a momentum of gnawing.

The four people opposite were also elites in their respective gangs and snorted coldly. Huang Ju's huge axe slashed and went straight to Ling Xiaoyu. He will never forget how Ling Xiaoyu humiliated him that day, but now he is killing him, just like Pangu's opening of the mountain, extremely fierce. The axe flashed strongly, and it stubbornly cut through Ling Xiaoyu's dragon and tiger double fist. Huang Ju also grabbed Ling Xiaoyu and danced the huge axe wildly without any rules. However, in this chapterless axe dance, the axe adds more power, and every time it passes, it leads to a strong wind collapse.

Huang Ju entangled Ling Xiaoyu, and Zhuang Wenxiang naturally wanted to find his old enemy, with a blood light mark on the head of the gun. Ding Yu suddenly felt that the pressure at the tip of the gun suddenly increased and was about to push up. Unexpectedly, Li Tianfang threw a round hammer from the side and was about to hit Ding Yu's waist. Originally, Ling Xiaoyu was fighting fiercely with Huang Ju. She shook her fist and violently vomited Li Tianfang's round hammer. Ding Yu noticed that the gun pointed around, the red light followed, and the shadow of the gun protected his whole body like a wheel.

Seeing that there was no more space to take advantage of, Li Tianfang abandoned Ding Yu and changed his hammer head to wave against the river. The bamboo flute in the hand of Sichuan is full of green light, dancing at will, and it is natural. Although Ye Sheng's hands are sick, he is still protected by the river against the current.

"Procwing Whirlwind!" Li Tianfang shouted loudly, held the hammer in both hands and rotated, driving his body with a round hammer, like a top. Once hit by the extremely fast hammer, I'm afraid the bones will be broken and the meridians will be broken.

When Ye Shengku saw Li Tianfang coming to help, he hurriedly made a good move and said, "The shadow urged!" The phantom of his hands was faster, and he only felt that there was a knife and sword shadow flashing out of his hand. The cold front was everywhere, confusing people's eyes, and the place where he crossed it left a remnant of Taoism, which was so powerful.

In the face of the attack of the two sides against the current, the eyes are more sad. As this sadness gets stronger, the dance of the imperial flute is more perfect and flawless. The onlookers looked at this flute dance, although it was silent, but it seemed to faintly hear sadness and compassionately, and their hearts were gloomy.

The bamboo flute suddenly leaned out of the green shadow and swept a beautiful arc in mid-air, urging Ye Sheng's dry "residual shadow" to retreat. Finally, the bamboo flute arrived at the right place on Li Tianfang's round hammer, and Li Tianfang immediately trembled and stopped rotating.

Taking advantage of the gap, the river floats backwards to avoid its sharpness. Seeing that there was no way to start, Li Tianfang had to change his target again and swayed the hammer to rush to Ling Xiaoyu.

Chen Rufeng showed a little anxiety between his eyebrows. The four people relied on the advantage of the number of people. Each of them entangled one person, and one of them wandered around the battlefield and waited for the opportunity to start. In this way, Ling Xiaoyu, Ding Yu and Chuan countercurrent were as hard as they were playing against the two at the same time.

Some of the surrounding heroes also expressed their resentment for the Tianfeng Gang, but Chen Rufeng's words were ahead and agreed to be three enemies and four, and it was impossible to change anything temporarily.

Ling Xiaoyu dealt with the two enemies, and his fists rushed endlessly. The tiger and dragon turned into a continuous strength, shaking in mid-air, which had already shocked the two opponents not dare to advance. However, if Ling Xiaoyu stopped attacking for a moment, the two would take advantage of the situation, so Ling Xiaoyu had to keep punching, and in the long run, they will only be exhausted.

Now we have to hope that Ding Yuchuan will defeat the enemy and come to help them as soon as possible, or they won't be able to survive for a long time.

Zhuang Wenxiang fights with Ding Yu again, and his palms are fierce, so his face turns white with each palm. Ding Yu stabbed a long gun, which can only be resisted by his crazy palm with sharpness and blood.

Although the river continues to dance against the current, it has always been in the state of defense without attack and has not been able to prevail.

Seeing this, Qun Ying felt that the Tianfeng Gang had no hope of winning and shook their heads and sighed. Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Chen Rufeng, but they were surprised to see him calm.

"Now we have entered the stage of stalemate, but this stalemate is not beneficial to us for a long time. The deadlock must be broken as soon as possible, and it must be their own people to break the deadlock. Chen Rufeng meditated in his heart and didn't know whether his thoughts could be conveyed to their hearts.

Ye Shengku was tired of watching the river dance with the flute. His hands were grasped forward like shadows, but he was poked a few times by the bamboo flute and returned empty. Suddenly, the dance of the river against the current changed, and the green light seemed to fly around the body, and the vigorous green light brushed Ye Sheng's hands. Sichuan turned against the current and made a "beauty into his arms" fly back to Ye Sheng's chest and hit Ye Sheng's.

Chen Rufeng couldn't help shouting. Ye Shengku was hit hard by this impact, and his chest was stuffy, and he only felt blood surging. Chuan came out of his sleeve and slapped it on his shoulder with strength. Ye Shengku could no longer stabilize his posture and fell to the ground.

The rest of Li Tianfang, Zhuang Wenxiang and Huang Ju couldn't help but be afraid when they saw their companions fall to the ground. Ding Yu and Ling Xiaoyu's anger doubled, the long gun drove the red light, and the red light spit out like a fireball. Zhuang Wenxiang had to wave his palms in a hurry to resist, and lost a lot of momentum.

Ling Xiaoyu smiled, and her fists were strong. She touched her fists first, and then suddenly waved them out. The roaring and dragon's fists meandered in the air. Ling Xiaoyu's whole body seemed to be protected by a dragon and a tiger, majestic. The fists turned again, and the fist strength was broken. Li Tianfang concentrated on the hammer resistance and was inevitably shaken back a few feet. As for Huang Ju, he raised the axe beyond his ability, but the fist was fierce and threw him away with the axe, and the axe also fell off. Everyone on the ground had to dodge in a hurry to avoid being injured by the axe smashed that day.

The river has drifted behind Li Tianfang. Li Tianfang has just hit his predecessor with a round hammer, and a bamboo flute behind him swept to his waist. He only felt a numbness in his waist and fell to one side with a miserable hum.

Zhuang Wenxiang was the only one left of the four. Chuan countercurrent and Ling Xiaoyu came side by side with Ding Yu. Zhuang Wenxiang looked at the three people with a dead face. He knew that the defeat had been decided, and it was just useless for him to make too many actions.

But the man could not surrender. His palms spread in front of him, and blood rushed to the three people like a tide. Ding Yu took the lead and inserted the gun in the air, stabbing the blood light into pieces. At the same time, the gunman swings up, and the blood-red gun shot out vigorously. Zhuang Wenxiang couldn't resist it. His arm scratched a blood stain, which made him cover the wound and knelt down on the ground with a bitter face.