(A few hours ago, I learned that a fellow writer "Ghost Emperor Qi" passed away due to illness. I was very sad. As the saying goes, a rabbit dies and a fox grieves, and things harm its own kind. A great sense of crisis has also arisen in the hearts of the Southern Dynasties. It seems that they really need to take some time.
I went for a comprehensive physical examination. I remember that I haven’t had a physical examination for many years, either because of fear or other excuses... Life is unpredictable.)
Wang Zuo looked at Liang Qiufeng and couldn't help but exclaimed: However, a warrior with a mere level of strength actually wanted to stand out and block the way. He was simply desperate.
A sneer appeared on his face, he strode over and shouted: "Get away!"
Liang Qiufeng stood still, his Shangqing Sword raised and pointing flatly.
"Since you don't know how to advance or retreat, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."
Swinging up the giant axe, Wang Zuo struck with a simple blow to the head, trying to split Liang Qiufeng in half.
"careful!"
"Get out of the way!"
Seeing the opponent's fierce offensive, Zhang Jiangshan and others behind him couldn't help but exclaimed. They had long believed that Liang Qiufeng was a unique genius with huge potential, otherwise they would not have followed him south. But potential is potential after all, and it is not the same as
strength.
There is currently a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, and Liang Qiufeng is in a very bad situation.
Buzz!
The true energy is concentrated, and the sword blade makes a clear sound.
"Horizontal sword style!"
A sword lies across the chest, like a mountain or a rushing stream.
Bang!
Wang Zuo's giant ax struck forward, but was blocked by the force of the sword and made a loud noise.
hiss!
He was originally sitting on a horse, condescendingly taking advantage of the horse to increase his attack power, which should not be underestimated. The clinker's ax was as if he was chopping on a huge boulder, in vain. The counter-shock force came back and shocked him.
The mount was shouting with great difficulty and looked very uncomfortable.
Liang Qiufeng only took a small step back.
This scene was seen by many people and they couldn't help but be stunned.
Liang Qiufeng was only at the ninth level of Qi Dao, but Wang Zuo was already at the fifth level of Qi Dao. The gap between them was huge. Zuo Ming, who was also a Qi Dao before, only had a few moments of confrontation before he was beaten to the point where he vomited blood and was thrown away.
Why was Liang Qiufeng able to block it?
It's so unreasonable.
Wang Zuo's eyes gleamed and he shouted: "There are some tricks, let's see how many axes you can block."
While he was concentrating and calming down, he suddenly clamped his legs around the horse's belly and galloped forward, roaring towards the horse.
call!
The giant ax was swung high and made a "powerful chop". The posture of swinging the ax was extremely muscular and the momentum was even more amazing. The ax blade cut through the void and even made a hissing sound of cracking the air, which was extremely terrifying.
Liang Qiufeng took a breath and remained in the "horizontal sword posture".
However, this time, the trajectory of the horizontal sword was quite different. Between the horizontal strokes, it seemed to be connected to something, and the momentum suddenly aroused. Even though it was invisible, people around it could faintly sense it.
Zhang Jiangshan felt a chill in his heart, and looked back as if he had an illusion: At this moment, he actually felt that Zhongnan Village behind him seemed to be alive.
Is the village alive?
This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, very subtle, but also real.
Peng!
This time the bombardment between axes and swords made an even louder sound, like a thunderbolt exploding from the ground.
Dust billows.
Liang Qiufeng's feet did not move, but the ground sunk in all directions, half a foot deep. But he stood firmly. Under his clothes, the muscles of his arms were visibly bulging and bouncing slightly.
.
On the other hand, Wang Zuo felt even worse.
He felt that the object struck by the sharp ax was not a sword at all, but a mountain, a huge mountain.
If the previous blow had left the mountain with only a rudimentary shape and a bit of courage, then with the current blow, the whole mountain seemed to have come to life, emitting a roaring mountain sound, as if it was inviolable.
Wang Zuo has seen countless enemies, but he has never encountered such a situation: what kind of sword style is used by the opponent, and it can show such a huge momentum.
Ground level?
How is it possible that a mere martial artist of about twenty years of age could master such a high-level swordsmanship?
It's really unbelievable.
Although in the martial arts, the level of martial arts and martial arts is not the same as the individual's cultivation situation, and there will often be situations of learning beyond the level. However, this level-up is generally just surpassing one level, and it is unlikely to transcend too much.
Much.
After all, his personal cultivation is not good enough and he cannot keep up with the conditions in all aspects. Naturally, he cannot master high-level martial arts and martial arts.
However, the appearance of Liang Qiufeng seems to have reversed this general principle, which is incredible.
After the blow, Wang Zuo suddenly felt something was wrong, and immediately circulated his true energy, pouring the huge reaction force down his body.
hiss!
The thousand-mile-long horse under him let out a mournful cry, and all four of its legs were snapped at the roots. It fell to the ground with a crash. The horse's mouth opened, and blood flowed from its mouth. In the pool of blood, there were still some vague fragments wrapped around it.
For things like internal organs.
It can be said that with the help of Wang Zuo, this unlucky horse almost withstood most of the counter-shock force. Where it could withstand it, it was killed on the spot.
Wang Zuo jumped to the ground and stared at Liang Qiufeng standing opposite, wanting to see through and see through this young swordsman.
In his mind, he sketched and recalled, replaying the attack and defense process just now.
"No, this is not just his defensive sword power, but also mixed with other existences..."
Wang Zuo's brain flashed and he captured certain tracks: He noticed that when Liang Qiufeng struck his sword across his body just now, the force of the sword seemed to have triggered some formation restrictions, thus condensing to form a barrier. Only then could he flawlessly block his own axe.
, and cause huge counter-shock force.
In a word: take advantage of the situation!
Thinking of this, Wang Zuo's expression became more solemn.
Borrowing force is a large category of martial arts, and there are many ways to use it. The clever means of leveraging force are unpredictable, but they are quite powerful secrets of mental techniques.
For example, the legendary "Hitting a Cow Across the Mountain" is an example. With a punch, the mountain is huge and does not move, but the cow on the other side of the mountain is hit, either dead or injured. This type of attack has become
Almost divine.
So where does the momentum borrowed from Liang Qiufeng's sword moves come from?
Wang Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly noticed the small village.
On the surface, there seems to be nothing surprising about the trees, furnishings, and houses, but who knows? If the entire village is set up as a formation, then all the doubts can be easily solved and answers can be obtained.
It seems that these deserters are of extraordinary origins and have a good background...
Wang Zuo looked gloomy and suddenly said: "We will come again soon."
After that, he turned around and walked away.
Immediately, a disciple from behind got off his horse and gave the horse to him.
Wang Zuo got on his horse, shouted, and drove away. The disciples did not dare to ask any more questions, so they all galloped to follow him.
A group of people and horses disappeared from sight in a moment.
After they left, Zhang Jiangshan and others were relieved. The crisis was finally resolved. The look in Liang Qiufeng's eyes had different meanings.
Zhang Jiangshan stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips: "They said they would come again soon, what should we do then?"
This time, although Liang Qiufeng showed his power and shut out the opponent, what about next time? If a master from the Yuze sect comes, how should he deal with it? (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated. quick!)