Chapter 70: The Battle of Gambling
"The sunset returns to the mountains!" Four words broke from Yuan Fan's mouth, and the saw blade was covered with a yellow light the size of three people, which was extremely dazzling, and the energy spewing on it was even sharper than the scorching sun.
The river countercurrent can already feel the scorching momentum on the yellow light. He looks up a little later and dares not slow down this blow.
The saw blade was cut down with Yuan Fan's wrist force, and the river flowed like a flying geese, and the yellow light suddenly burst into countless sharp edges, like an open giant palm to grab the heart of the river countercurrent.
The river's eyes are sad, and his body poses in a sad posture, as if it were dancing in the storm, with a bamboo flute in his hand, flowing in an indescribable trajectory.
In the vast yellow light, the river played a song of sadness with one person and one flute in a silent way, straight into everyone's heart.
The green light suddenly lined up, which is comparable to the shock of a sword, and all the yellow sharpness is swept away by the green light in an instant.
Yuan Fan was stunned and rushed out with a saw blade to meet the green light.
"Battlefight against the sun!" The saw blade rushed straight to the green light, abruptly breaking the green light into two pieces, vigorous, as if setting off a stormy wave in the field, and the surrounding onlookers had to take a step back. However, he saw that the river danced against the current as before, and seemed to be unaffected by the shock. The bamboo flute in his hand did not diminish, and it seemed to be connected to Yuan Fan's saw blade.
The flute blade hit, and the green and yellow lights bumped into each other several times. The saw blade in Yuan Fan's hand bounced away like being slapped by a fan, and he had already suffered a dark loss.
Yuan really doesn't want to believe that his hard-trained skills can't even defeat a young man of the Tianfeng Gang. At present, he was so angry that the saw blade shot down to the river like raindrops, and the yellow light burst and released a huge momentum. The river carried all its strength against the current, and the green light was strong, holding the flute in, and each time it arrived at the right place to break the most powerful place.
The so-called extreme prosperity and decline, when Yuanfan launched a big offensive, there was also a time when the qi declined and the succession was not good. The river looked at a flaw against the current, and the bamboo flute in his hand suddenly swirled, like green bamboo flowers. He threw it on the long front of the saw blade a few times and hit Yuan Fan's hand.
The energy hit, like a long needle. Yuan Fan's hand was in pain, instinctively loosened his hand, and the saw blade fell from a high altitude to the ground. The melancholy in Chuan's eyes also reached its peak at the same time. He gracefully lifted it and grabbed the gap between Yuan Fan's reaction and kicked it on his chest.
Yuan Fan snorted and fell back. The only thing better than Lu Chiyin was that he landed on the ground, but this pain was no less than Lu Chiyin. His face turned red and he moaned intermittently.
The river slowly went down to the ground, and the wind behind him helped a group of people with thunderous applause.
However, when the people on the opposite side saw that their side had been defeated in a row, and saw that the river was unscathed, they were panicked. Unexpectedly, the later generations of the Tianfeng Gang were also so strong, and even the two masters of Lu Zhiyin and Yuanfan were invincible.
So, hasn't Chen Rufeng's current strength reached a terrible situation?
Chuan sighed against the current and held the bamboo flute behind his back. It seemed that the victory just now could not reduce the sadness in his heart.
Liu Feilong hummed and rubbed his fists, "I'll come to show you your high skills!"
Sichuan opened his eyes, as if tears were about to drip, but in Liu Feilong's view, it was more like full of contempt and disdain. Suddenly, he was furious and waved his palms to him without greeting.
When Ling Xiaoyu saw that Liu Feilong's action was sudden and his palm was fierce and rapid, she couldn't help reminding him, "Be careful!"
Liu Feilong has made a move of "the remnant shadow of a thousand palms", and his palm is like a continuous mountain peak, increasing layer by layer, pressing against the river.
The river suddenly came out of the flute against the current, and bumped into the palm shadow, bearing the power of moving mountains and filling the sea. The green light in the flute once again turned from dark to full, attracting the palm, like rowing a boat, unloading the force to both sides.
Liu Feilong's palms were pressed again, and the shadow of his palm fell like a 10,000-storey tower. Chuan raised his flute head against the current, and only with a green light in his hand, he wanted to break through this powerful "residual shadow palm"!
As if penetrating layers of thin paper, the green light on the bamboo flute thrust away the overlapping palms and rushed to the palms of Liu Feilong.
Liu Feilong's eyes were round, and his palms were trembling.
The green light on the bamboo flute almost touched the palm of his hand. Unexpectedly, the river went against the current and broke his "red shadows and thousands of palms" not only, but also almost pierced his palm!
He was full of energy and began to compete with the green light on the bamboo flute.
In the eyes of the river against the current, there are both sadness and determination, and all his heart is on the bamboo flute in his hand.
Since you have chosen, there is no way out!
The two figures suddenly shook away.
The green light burst and turned into a circle of energy ripples in the air.
Liu Feilong stepped on his legs in the air and barely stabilized his body in mid-air.
However, the river has a much greater anti-shock force than Liu Feilong.
But his feet were suddenly grounded, his knees were slightly bent, and his face was no different.
Everyone was a little relieved to see that the river did not fall against the current.
"Wow!" The moment a mouthful of blood spit out of the mouth of the river, Ling Xiaoyu rushed to his side like an arrow and grabbed his arm.
"Xiaoyu... I'm sorry... I couldn't relieve your burden..." Chuan laughed against the current, and Ling Xiaoyu smiled without any blame.
He helped Chuan out against the current and handed it over to Hu Jiuwei and others.
He turned around and saw that Liu Feilong had also landed, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.
"Do you think you can beat the two of us alone?" Liu Feilong's words are full of ridiculing.
Ling Xiaoyu just smiled, stepped forward and said, "I'm not alone." After saying that, he glanced at the Tianfeng Gang people behind him, as if there was the hardest and most stable wall supporting him.
"However, I'm afraid your idea will fail." Liu Feilong sneered, "Because... you can't win me!"
The shadow of thousands of palms came again.
Two fists rolled up with strong strength.
One group of vigor turned into a dragon shape, and the other group of vigor turned into a tiger. The two beasts roared, not being pulled by Liu Feilong's palm at all, and rushed to Liu Feilong.
The palm shadow kept breaking, and Liu Feilong saw the power of a dragon and a tiger, and quickly withdrew his palm.
Under the protection of the powerful dragon and tiger, Ling Xiaoyu has turned to attack and rushed to Liu Feilong.
Liu Feilong had no choice but to slap his palms and shake his dragon and tiger with Ling Xiaoyu's double fists.
The palm shadow surged to Ling Xiaoyu, but Ling Xiaoyu was unmoved and punched the dragon and tiger to the palm shadow.
The two spirits collided and caused violent aftershocks. The two were the first to be hit. Liu Feilong served his deep skills and refused to withdraw his palms, and his face was blown by the gas. Ling Xiaoyu raised the corners of his mouth gently, and his two fists came out, so he did not intend to take it back.
"Ah!" Liu Feilong was shocked and threw a circle in mid-air before landing.
Ling Xiaoyu hammered his fists boldly, breaking the spirit of the oncoming shock.
It turned out that although Liu Feilong had just defeated the Sichuan countercurrent, he also suffered a lot of hidden losses. This time, he inherited the same result as the Sichuan countercurrent and could not survive two people.
"Drink!" Ling Xiaoyu's fists were swinging back, and the dragon and tiger shook their heads outward, breaking the momentum that he wanted to take advantage of the gap.
The shape of a dragon and a tiger slowly faded, and finally disappeared.
Liu Feilong, who was still complacent, would have a sharp pain in his throat when he wanted to speak at this moment.
The people over there carried Liu Feilong away in a panic. Seeing that Ling Xiaoyu didn't breathe, they couldn't guess whether Ling Xiaoyu would stand to the end or not.
At this time, there is only the last person left, Kunpengmen He Chengpiao.
He Chengpiao smiled confidently. He didn't believe that Ling Xiaoyu could beat him after just after having a game with Liu Feilong.
He was not nervous to make a move first and made a "please" gesture to Ling Xiaoyu.
Ling Xiaoyu naturally knew what He Chengpiao was thinking. He smiled, but punched him cynically.
The fist exhaled sharply, and gradually became a dragon, turning the dragon's body and attacking He Chengpiao's right arm.
When He Chengpiao saw that Ling Xiaoyu only used the shape of the dragon and tiger double fist, he also extended his right arm and used the "Dapeng meteorite wings" with only one hand.
The fiery golden spirit patted out of his hand and sprayed on Ling Xiaoyu's dragon-shaped fist.
The fist broke in, and the dragon's head murmured, as if he was annoyed by the golden resistance.
At the same time, Ling Xiaoyu's other fist also came later, and a fierce tiger overflowed from the fist and opened its mouth to bite He Chengpiao.
He Chengpiao's other hand also quickly patted accordingly, and the golden fire also stopped the tiger.
The battle with Liu Feilong also had a considerable impact on Ling Xiaoyu's performance at this time. The dragon and tiger double fists had lost their majesty and were so easily restrained by He Chengpiao.
Ling Xiaoyu punched her fists, hoping to break through He Chengpiao's Dapeng meteorite wings, otherwise she would not even touch a hair from the other party.
"Ky, martial arts competition is not just about brute force." He Chengpiao smiled and said, his hands changed, "Peng's mouth is clumsy!" The two hands seemed to become the tip of the blade, piercing Ling Xiaoyu's dragon and tiger.
Ling Xiaoyu snorted. It seemed that He Chengpiao's careless point was broken by the sharp spirit of his hand. He was forced to change his fist into a fight and cross his body to avoid letting He Chengpiao pursue him.
He Cheng floated up and kicked out his legs one after another, which made Kunpengmen's extremely domineering leg method "giant bump". He kicked Ling Xiaoyu's crossed arms, and every time he hit it like Wanjun. If Ling Xiaoyu hadn's urging Zhenqi to protect him, his two hands would have been broken bones long ago.
Seeing Ling Xiaoyu's passive beating situation, Tianfeng helped everyone's hearts hang high.
But He Chengpiao's feet are still non-stop and full of energy, giving full play to the domineering power of "Giant Kun" to the fullest, making it difficult for Ling Xiaoyu to have a counterattack.
"Kunpeng Fighting!" He Cheng suddenly turned his body and produced the strength of tens of thousands of mountains like a whirlwind, like a roc and a roc at the same time. He Chengpiao swirled and bumped into Ling Xiaoyu. Ling Xiaoyu finally couldn't hold on. With the screams of Tianfeng Gang and others, he was knocked away and fell to the ground heavily.