Chapter 71: Who will die

The sky wind is at the top of the castle, surrounded by clouds and shadows.

"The crane is so angry!" Ruiyun was like a cloud under his feet, and his body slowly rose, and his whole body seemed to melt into the abdomen of the hazy white crane shadow.

The burst of light in his eyes is the strongest murderous intention emitted by this crane shadow!

Chen Rufeng looked up and stared at the huge crane shadow in mid-air. He was not afraid in his heart, but pulled a little wave from his memories.

That night, Song Zhuoyuan sacrificed his life with ghost wings to block this must-kill "true anger" for him.

In a trance, he seems to have returned to the past.

The sky was dark, and he was behind the ghost king. Song looked back and smiled, as if he was not aware that he was in the danger of fighting with Ruiyun.

The light and shadow flashed, and at this moment, no one was covering him in front of him, and he was the only one to face.

How sure is he that the "he is really angry" that can't even be blocked by Song Zhuoyuan?

In addition, Ruiyun's skills have been stronger than before, and it must be much more difficult to cope with it.

He knew that Ruiyun had condensed all his strength on this "God Crane True Fury". If this blow did not succeed, he would become benevolent.

That is to say, this will be the last match between the two.

Chen Rufeng also had to do his best.

The angry wind sword moved gently, and suddenly the wind rose. If the wind is spiritual, it gathers around Chen Rufeng.

The half-green and half-white sword light lit up on the angry wind sword. Chen Rufeng held the hilt of the sword in both hands and held the sword in front of him. The tip of the sword was facing the sky.

The giant crane seemed to flap its wings slightly, creating an invisible ripple.

Chen Rufeng felt under great pressure all over his body and resisted the momentum of the crane shadow with the strength of the sword produced on the angry wind sword.

The sword light suddenly rose, covering Chen Rufeng like a huge pillar, accompanied by a violently rotating wind on the side. Soon, these sharp winds were also sucked into the sword pillar.

Ruiyun's eyes were furious, his hands turned into claws, and the shadow of the crane grabbed Chen Rufeng.

At the same time, the sword pillar also began to tilt, aimed at Ruiyun like an arrow pulling a bow.

The strong wind rose like a big sleeve brushing between heaven and earth, and the sword pillar has rushed to Ruiyun.

"Wind Sword - Jinglan Style!"

Ruiyun grabbed his hands into the sword pillar, and the white light burst into sharp, and a strong wind rushed from the sword pillar, constantly impacting the huge crane shadow. The huge fluctuations shook around the top of the Tianfeng Gang Fort, bursting, like fireworks blooming, extremely magnificent.

The sword pillar turned green, and Chen Rufeng's vague figure suddenly flashed in the sword light. He stabbed out the sword, and the sword wind roared and cut to Ruiyun. Ruiyun suddenly felt a suction and twisting force licking his hands, but he did not stop, aggravating the real strength, and his claws turned his fists hard at the angry wind sword.

The angry wind sword rotated a circle of sword shadow, and the wind sword pillar deepened towards the shadow crane, piercing the abdomen of the shadow crane like an arrow.

Ruiyun danced with his fists, shattered the sword strength on the angry wind sword. The head of the shadow crane also lifted up and let out a sad crane sound. Chen Rufeng's ears immediately felt swollen and painful, and the sword pillar retreated slightly.

Under the sudden turn of his mind, Chen Rufeng suddenly pulled the sword back and shouted, "Jufeng Sword - Still Water!"

The wind sword pillar also turned into a pure white color. The wind suddenly stopped, and there seemed to be a gentle water flowing on the sword pillar, which made people feel quiet in their hearts.

Ruiyun's fists have come out in a row, and it is already too late. The white light flashed on the tip of the angry wind sword, and Ruiyun's fist seemed to hit a layer of soft cotton, powerless. As his fist strength deepened, an incredible anti-shock force was pushed back, causing him to retreat five feet after several consecutive punches. Chen Rufeng just taps the tip of the sword and moves with Ruiyun's fist.

The wind sword pillar seems to stop. Only by looking closely can you find that it has changed its previous retreat and into the abdomen of the shadow crane inch by inch.

Ruiyun's heart is not good. At this moment, only one can retreat and reorganize the offensive before he can reverse it.

Chen Rufeng also knows that if Ruiyun retreats, it will be difficult for him to have a chance to dominate. Thinking of Song Zhuoyuan's life that day, he sacrificed his life. At present, regardless of the loss of true qi caused by the continuous application of two wind-gathering swords, he stabbed out again, carrying up the true qi all over his body, driving the sword pillar, and stabbing the human sword into Ruiyun.

"Wind Sword - Xiangsheng Style!"

The storm is back.

The current is still flowing.

The surging restlessness does not affect the quietness of the flowing water.

The strong wind and still water seemed to reach the supreme state of harmony at the moment when Chen Rufeng came out of his sword.

The wind-gathering sword pillar also turned white into half-green and half-white between the flashes. One soft and one strong force complement each other and pierced the shadow crane in the air.

Ruiyun was stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Rufeng would not hesitate to keep him. With no choice, he had to exert his whole body and face Chen Rufeng with one palm.

The shadow crane was furious, and the crane moved the sky. Ruiyun's palm light and Chen Rufeng's sword light collided with each other, creating an extremely dazzling light, wrapping the two people in it.

The wind-gathering sword pillar burst into pieces, and the air splashed around, bursting a bright light in the shadow crane.

The shadow crane shook his head crazily, and the condensed true spirit began to fade quickly, and was constantly removed by the broken sword spirit.

The top of the castle is filled with thick dust and smoke, and no one can see the situation inside.

"Xiaoyu!" Sichuan countercurrent and others were anxious. Looking at He Chengping with a smile, all the pressure on Ling Xiaoyu's shoulders fell on Ling Xiaoyu's side.

How's it going? Can you still get up?" He Cheng asked jokingly.

Ling Xiaoyu wiped the blood on her lips with her sleeves and stood up with a smile, but shook left and right like drunk before barely standing firm.

In He Chengpiao's view, he only needs one finger to easily push Ling Xiaoyu down. But he was not in a hurry and wanted to do his best to insult, so as to vent his anger for Lu Chiyin, Yuan Fan and Liu Feilong before.

But he didn't expect that Ling Xiaoyu could still stand up and couldn't help frowning.

A calm and slow footsteps attracted everyone's attention.

On the steps, a figure was thrown down, and everyone present couldn't help holding their breath and raising their hearts to their throats.

Is it Chen Rufeng or Ruiyun?

Then, the people of Tianfeng Gang cheered enthusiastically. Hu Jiuwei, Guo Tongwu and others almost rushed over and surrounded Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng's face was slightly pale, and a fierce battle just now had made him feel depleted. In the face of everyone's enthusiasm, he had little strength to respond to a smile.

His eyes turned to the people of Pejiazhuang and quickly searched for it. It was difficult to hide a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

As for the group of rabble led by the four gangs, they all changed their faces and were awe-inspiring when they saw Chen Rufeng coming back safe and sound.

He Chengpiao's face is like a dark cloud covering the moon, and most of his original pride has been lost.

"Master Chen, your subordinates made a bet with us, saying that as long as we can win, we will give up Tianfeng Gang. Although it is not from you, no one opposes from your Tianfeng Gang. Now that the bet has been made, I believe that Master Chen will not be a person who talks back, right? He Chengpiao saw that victory was right in front of him, but he could not rewrite all this because of Chen Rufeng's appearance.

Originally, he planned that after he defeated Ling Xiaoyu, he could take over the Tianfeng Gang. Compared with the three defeated people, Lu Chiyin, Yuanfan and Liu Feilong, he was more convincing to become the leader of their side. Naturally, it was up to him to decide how to divide up the Tianfeng Gang at that time.

Chen Rufeng looked at Ling Xiaoyu, who was no different from himself and was also exhausted, and he couldn't guess anything in his mind.

Ling Xiaoyu met his eyes and grinned confidently.

"In that case, you can continue." Chen Rufeng smiled faintly and retreated to the array with the help of the people of Tianfeng Gang. Perak Shouyang and others came up one after another to ask for warmth with concern. He said that he was fine and thanked you repeatedly.

He Chengpiao saw that Chen Rufeng did not stop him. He felt a little relieved. He stared at Ling Xiaoyu and hugged his fist and said, "Then, please continue to make a move."

"Do you really want me to make a move?" Ling Xiaoyu asked with a smile.

He Chengpiao's heart is that Ling Xiaoyu can't play anything at this moment. He pretended to be generous and said, "My husband promises a lot of money. Come on."

Ling Xiaoyu smiled strangely at the corners of her mouth, and she waved her sleeves, and three fingernail-sized white light shot into He Chengpiao's eyes like lightning.

He Chengpiao was unexpected, but he was always the master of the family. He turned his head away, and the door was painful, leaving three blood marks as if he had been scratched by the cat's paw.

After the three white lights were successful, it flashed back, and Ling Xiaoyu stretched out her hand and grabbed it.

"Bad boy, are you playing with shady?" He Chengpiao scolded angrily.

Ling Xiaoyu opened his hand lazily and saw three dice lying in his hand.

"This is my weapon. Didn't the head Yuan also use his own weapon? I'm just showing my own weapon a little late. Isn't that right?"

He Chengpiao had no choice but to reason Ling Xiaoyu's strong words. In anger, he cut his palms with a knife on his head.

"Proc Wings Cut!"

Ling Xiaoyu did not move and shot the dice bullets in her hand one after another. Three white lights took the key points of He Chengpiao, forcing He Chengpiao to turn to attack and defend to deal with those small and fast dice.

This dice kung fu was created by Ling Xiaoyu's gambling thousands of plates. After the dice was specially created, the condensation of energy will not be easily broken.

The three dice were like flea, which made He Chengpiao overwhelmed. It was also the first time he encountered such a strange "weapon" and couldn't think of a way to deal with it for a moment.

Ling Xiaoyu deliberately left this unique skill for the end, so as to catch the other party off guard.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in Ling Xiaoyu's other sleeve, which just flashed by and hit He Chengpiao's stomach.

He Chengpiao suddenly said "ah", opened his mouth wide, could not make a sound, and his hands and feet had stopped.

"I forgot to tell you that I have four dice in total." Ling Xiaoyu smiled apologetically.

He Chengpiao fell to the ground, and the four dice had been taken back by Ling Xiaoyu. He covered his stomach and stared at Ling Xiaoyu with resentment, but his throat was filled with pain on his stomach.