Poof!

The broken blade penetrated the horse's abdomen almost instantly, and then penetrated the guard's thigh!

The guard wailed loudly and covered his legs. After a while, the horse neighed in terror, and then ran forward in panic. The guard was thrown off due to the violent jolt, and fell to the ground howling.

The remaining guards were horrified when they saw this. They reined in their horses and stopped, not daring to move forward.

"I see that the sword you used just now doesn't look like swordsmanship, but swordsmanship." Xiong Er stared at Yuan Ji with stern eyes, "Is it Lu Bupin's Qijue Sword? Boy, answer!"

"Master Xiong, why are you chatting with an unknown person?" Bai Yi pulled off his soaked robe, revealing the bright white shirt underneath, "Can't my white clothes not catch your eye?"

"I didn't ask you, so you're not allowed to answer." Xiong Er twisted his neck savagely and made a crackling sound, "You ant looking for death, I will send you this noisy thing on the road first, come on! I've heard that there is an iron wall in the world.

Immortal white clothes, let me try my Broken Wave Fist today to see if the newbie is in charge, or if the power of the previous wave is still there!"

Xiong Er strode forward, danced his fists, and punched Bai Yi!

boom!

There was a violent sonic boom in the air, and when the iron fist hit, the falling rain suddenly moved sideways and flew away!

Baiyi turned his head to the side, and immediately stepped back as he dodged. His hand brushed his waist, and a white paper fan flew high.

Xiong Er raised his eyes and glanced at the white paper fan. At this moment, Bai Yi circled the iron fist in front of him and moved forward. At the same time, he swung his arm backward to catch the paper fan and stabbed Xiong Er's neck!

Xiong Er reacted quickly, raised his palm to press the head of the fan, and pushed it away at the same time.

Side elbow strike!

Baiyi had already been extremely vigilant. He clasped the fan with his fingers and opened the fan with a snap, blocking it very skillfully!

Bang!

Xiong Er's elbow and fan body collided, and a wave of air suddenly shook up and rushed towards the surroundings!

With a roar, a strong turbulent wind caused everyone watching to raise their arms and squint their eyes, unable to look straight for a moment.

However, Yuan Ji watched carefully. At this moment, Xiong Er punched three times in a row, with fierce wind and violent killing intent. Bai Yi blocked them all with the help of his paper fan.

And when the wind passed by and everyone looked again, Xiong Er's steps staggered, his knees sank, and his fists were ready to be punched out in unison!

Bai Yi suddenly threw the paper fan, got up on one knee, made fists with his white hands, and thrust out both fists like a bear!

boom!

The wind blows in all directions and the sound shakes the wild!

A wave of air swept across the field, and everyone looked horrified!

The two of them each took a few steps back. Xiong Er stopped his stance and shook his fist. He smacked his lips and said, "They say that among the four generals of the Chamber of Commerce, Bai Yi is the leader. I was surprised to hear that this kid has some kind of ability. It turns out he is a stealer."

It’s a great skill to learn.”

"One move after another, you can use it but I can't use it?" Bai Yi chuckled and caught the fallen paper fan, opened it with a snap, raised his eyes and said, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the green is better than the blue."

"Then take the remaining three punches and see if you, the bastard, can imitate them." Xiong Er sneered with a sinister tone, "Old Jianghu is still better."

"Come." Bai Yi pulled the white robe around his crotch and shook it freely, pointing the paper fan at Xiong Er, "come all the way!"

The two moved forward, fighting fiercely in the Mercedes-Benz!

But at this moment, the strong man with the sword had silently sneaked behind Bai Yi, and looking at the right moment, he suddenly swung the blade like a poisonous snake!

The sharp blade with a cold aura gradually approached Bai Yi's back, and the danger was imminent!

boom!!!

At this moment, there was a thunder in the sky that shook the heaven and the earth. As the thunder light flashed, the strong man saw that the steel knife in his hand was about to hit Bai Yi's back, and his face suddenly showed the ecstasy of having stolen the opportunity.

But at this moment, he heard a clear hissing sound, and he looked sideways in surprise.

A ray of cold light, as fast as lightning, cut off the dripping raindrops and suddenly flashed through his eyes!

In the crisp sound, the strong man saw clearly that it was a sword, but it had the unique sinister intent of a sword.

His knife was broken, and his head was also broken!

Thunders shook violently, rain poured down, and the sky and the earth in his vision were spinning upside down. He stared at this strange sight in amazement. The wind in his ears was still echoing. He didn't look until dirty muddy water splashed on his face and dripped in his pupils.

In front of him stood a headless body.

He found that it was himself, maintaining the thrusting posture, frozen in place.

His eyelids closed irresistibly, and finally, at the moment when darkness rushed towards him, he knew that he was dead.

Xiong Er and Bai Yi both looked to their sides, looking at the figure in the heavy rain, watching him wave the beautiful sword flower in his hand, flicking it slightly, and the raindrops fell on the sharp sword, and there was no blood at all.

get stained.

"Cut the sword to cut off the water." Xiong Er nodded and looked at Yuan Ji with admiration, "The sword creates the power of the sword, boy, there is something!"

"Don't you want to know about the Qijue Sword?" Yuan Ji placed the picked sword across his knees and stared at Xiong Er, "I'll tell you to take a good look."

When Bai Yi heard this, he immediately took a few steps back and said, "Yuanji, the master has never given permission -"

"Time waits for us not." Yuan Ji interrupted him and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "If we can't take him down, all Mr. Lu's arrangements will be in vain."

Baiyi nodded clearly. He didn't say much, but just stood aside.

"It's rare and strange. When Lu Bupin dominates the world, I dominate the world with just two fists." Xiong Er sneered again and again, "Boy, you're bluffing, I'm going to try your Qijue Sword!"

Yuanji put on his posture and said calmly: "Why seven swords? One sword is enough."

Xiong Er's knees sank, his arms retracted and expanded, and the iron ring clanked amidst the impact of the movement. He snorted coldly and said: "Stop blowing too hard!"

Yuan Ji clasped the sword at his waist, and the murderous intention that was out there was instantly restrained in his heart. He was accumulating strength and also accumulating murderous intention.

"The Qijue Sword was created by me in my later years. Every move is focused on the intention, not the form." Lu Bupin once said, "The first move was realized by me watching the snow eagle fly across the sun. It is important in a moment. Remember,

Just for a moment."

Yuanji's sunken eyes were filled with burning fighting spirit, his waist gradually sank, and his knees gradually bent. He pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the cold light on the sword gradually dimmed, as if it was about to lose its sharp brilliance.

Rumble.

The low thunder continued, the heavy rain soaked the hem of the robe, and the breeze turned into a strong wind in an instant, causing the branches and leaves in the forest to sway violently.

boom!

With a thunderous sound that shook the sky, Yuanji's eyes froze almost at the same time, he leaned forward, and the muscles of his legs suddenly tightened. Supported by huge strength, his body suddenly disappeared on the spot, with only an afterimage flying past.

Pass!

In a flash of lightning, Yuan Ji dived close to the ground. The moment he approached Xiong Er, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out!

Xiong Er watched helplessly as the sword with cold light suddenly struck him. He punched out instinctively, the afterimage passed by, and the heavy rain was shattered!

But a surprising scene happened. Xiong Er suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. This sword...

He can't stop it!

The traces of this sword are straight, with the intention of cutting forward in an indomitable way, and it also contains the hidden edge that has been honed for a long time, and the speed is even more extraordinary!

During the whistling, the sword trace was like a thunderbolt, cutting through the air. Wherever the sword trace passed, it seemed to bring up a scorching flame, burning fiercely, and bursting out with dazzling light in an instant!

The clanking sword screamed like thunder, and Yuan Ji suddenly appeared behind Xiong Er. He maintained the posture of drawing the sword, while Xiong Er remained rooted to the spot.

For a moment, the cloth shirt on Xiong Er's chest and back fell silently, and a bright red suddenly overflowed from the muscular chest. The flesh was like a lychee that had been pushed aside, opening up silkily, and blood spurted out in the next moment!

Xiong Er immediately covered his chest, but he couldn't cover the wound on his back. The sword actually cut through most of his body. He stood on the ground with one hand in horror and said with difficulty: "This is... the Seven Ultimate Sword?"

"Through hard work." Yuan Ji slowly turned sideways, "Fang Wei Sword Song."

Xiong Er turned sideways to him and asked calmly: "What is this style called?"

Yuan Ji brushed the sword with his finger and said: "Jinghong."

Xiong Er said in a daze: "Its shape is incomprehensible, as graceful as a startled dragon, and as graceful as a swimming dragon. At a glance, it's good, it's just right."

Yuanji took a few steps closer with his sword in hand: "If you are defeated, I will spare your life if you surrender."

Before Xiong Er could speak, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind Yuanji. Yuanji listened to the sound of the wind and ducked, then turned around and stabbed out a bloody flower.

Everyone looked and saw that it was the strong man holding the gun. He was hit by a sword but ignored it. Instead, he clenched the gun and stabbed Yuan Ji again, while shouting: "Master Xiong, leave quickly, I'll stop him!"

"

Xiong Er didn't think much, he covered his wound and ran towards the prison car. He ran like a rampaging bull and slammed into the prison car!

With a bang, the prison car flipped over and the wooden pillars were broken. Xiong Er grabbed the weak old bear and ran towards the forest.

Bai Yi hurriedly chased after him, but the strong man in the field suddenly turned his steel gun upside down and threw it at Bai Yi with all his strength!

Bai Yi caught the steel spear, and Yuan Ji turned around and stabbed it, immediately piercing the strong man's heart.

"Master Xiong!" The strong man gritted his teeth and roared before he died, "Hurry up!!!"

Xiong Er didn't even look at him from beginning to end. He carried Old Xiong a few steps forward and disappeared into the forest.

Yuan Ji and Bai Yi looked at each other and were about to chase after them, but someone suddenly rushed out of the team. This man was petite in stature, but his skills on his feet were extremely good. As he ran into the forest, he glanced back at Bai Yi.

Bai Yi was stunned for a moment.

He saw a familiar face.

Liu Junyue.

Baiyi stopped Yuanji who was about to chase him and said, "Stop chasing him."

Yuan Ji paused and asked doubtfully: "Why?"

Baiyi put away the paper fan, put on his servant's clothes, and said: "The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind, guard Jiang Zimo to avoid another accident."

Yuan Ji looked at the swaying forest leaves: "If I lose the old bear, I might mess up my master's plan."

Bai Yi looked along his line of sight, remembering the smile of the man just now, he also chuckled inexplicably.

He said: "If there is no chaos, this old bear can be thrown away. Maybe it is part of the plan."

…

The sky was getting dark, and a strong wind arose under the torrential rain, causing the leaves in the dense forest to rustle.

The weeds that were as long as the waist were swaying messily. A big foot strode on it and raised his hand to push away the grass. Xiong Er swallowed amidst the violent and rough breathing.

"Damn it." Xiong Er raised his palm and wiped his bloody chest, spitting blood, "I almost got hit by that kid."
Chapter completed!