"They are really the Three Heroes of Mongolia!" Seeing this dark and short bald man, Murong Fu immediately guessed that he was Nimoxing, the last of the Three Mongolian Heroes.
After confirming the identities of the three people, Murong Fu gave up the idea of showing up immediately because he also wanted to know whether these three people could defeat Feng Qingyang together.
After Nimoxing landed, his black eyes turned around, looking up and down at Feng Qingyang. After a long while, he asked in a rather poor Zhongyuan dialect, "No one in Zhongyuan can have such attainments in swordsmanship."
Man, are you Zhang Sanfeng or Wang Chongyang? Or which one from East Evil and West Poison?"
"He is not Dong Xi Xi Du," at this time, the zombie-faced Xiaoxiangzi said, "I saw Dong Xi Xi Du once, and it was not him."
And Yin Kexi also shook his head and added, "Wang Chongyang has passed away a long time ago, so it can't be him."
Nimoxing's expression changed, "So you are the number one martial artist in the Central Plains, Zhang Sanfeng?"
Feng Qingyang's face turned slightly dark, but he returned to normal in an instant and said calmly, "Old man Feng Qingyang."
"Feng Qingyang?" The three of them were startled, "I've never heard of it."
Feng Qingyang has lived in seclusion for many years. The rumors about the Sword God happened a long time ago. Even few people in the martial arts community in the Central Plains remember it. In fact, the title "Sword God" is not very resounding. It is not as popular as the one known to the world.
Compared with Zhang Sanfeng, he is not even a little bit worse.
Feng Qingyang didn't care about the three barbarians. He changed the topic and asked, "Who are you? Did you bomb the road on the mountain? What do you want?"
"Us," Yin Kexi smiled, "Maybe you haven't heard of us before, but from now on our three names will definitely spread throughout the Central Plains. My name is Yin Kexi."
"I am Xiaoxiangzi."
"Hey, my name is Nimoxing."
The three of them reported their families, and then Yin Kexi said, "We heard that the Central Plains Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of the Central Plains martial arts world. Its martial arts is unparalleled in the world. There is a saying that 'the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin.'
People from Shaolin, why not join us and serve the Yuan Dynasty together? With your martial arts skills, you will surely be appreciated by the Holy One, and from then on you will be prosperous, wealthy, and promoted."
Feng Qingyang laughed angrily when he heard such words, "You Mongolian Tatars have trampled on my land in the Central Plains and killed countless Han people. You want me to join you? It's just a fool's dream."
"You..." Nimoxing was immediately furious, "You are so ungrateful, we let you join because we think highly of you."
Feng Qingyang smiled coldly, "Thank you for your consideration, but Feng just doesn't know what to do, so just use whatever skills you have."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and robe, and poured his inner energy into the rattan. Immediately, his sword rose into the sky with awe-inspiring sword intent. The entire body of the rattan was emitting a gleaming white light, and a chilling feeling spread out in all directions.
The expressions of Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi changed and gradually became serious, but Nimoxing looked excited, "Finally, I have met a decent master. Don't compete with me. I want to deal with this old man alone."
"Hey you..." Xiao Xiangzi was about to say something, when Nimoxing grabbed a long stone from the side, held it with both hands, swung it like a sword, hit Feng Qingyang in the chest, and shouted,
"Let me see which one is better, your rattan or my stone."
This feldspar weighed at least two to three hundred kilograms, but in his hands it was as light as a feather, like a finger and arm, and it was extremely powerful.
Feng Qingyang and even Murong Fu were shocked. This man's arm strength was at least over a thousand pounds, but Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi were not surprised. Yin Kexi crossed his arms and smiled, "Let's fight twice."
After such a long time, it’s time to let him have a taste of the power, so that he can know that there is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world.”
Yin Kexi is not only a master in the Persian Kingdom, but also a wealthy businessman in the Western Regions. He has traveled in China and the West for many years. He is well-informed and smart. He has long realized that Feng Qingyang is by no means an ordinary person. His original intention is for the three of them.
If they join forces and form a siege, they can surely capture this person. However, Nimoxing is so conceited that he takes action first and wants to fight Feng Qingyang alone. Now they can't intervene even if they want to.
Feng Qingyang was just astonished that Nimoxing was small but extremely strong. In a blink of an eye, one end of the boulder was in front of him. He knew that fighting head-on at this time was not the best option, but his swordsmanship had always been about moving forward.
Qingyang stabbed the boulder right in the heart with his sword.
One of the two used rattan as a sword, and the other used a boulder as a sword. No matter who saw this scene, they would probably say "beating an egg against a stone", but Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship was not ordinary, and he only heard a soft pop.
The "sword tip" of the rattan sank into the boulder easily, and then Feng Qingyang raised it with his backhand, cutting the boulder open like cutting tofu.
However, Nimoxing's move was quite powerful. Even though the boulder was cut in half, it still fell with an earth-shattering momentum.
Between the electric light and flint, Feng Qingyang raised two fingers of his left hand together, and a dazzling white light lit up on his fingertips. The majestic energy suddenly gathered into one point, and he pointed out in the air, but there was a loud bang, and the boulder exploded and flew away.
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"Good skills!" Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this.
Nimoxing's "weapon blade" was destroyed. After being stunned for a moment, he showed no intention of flinching. Instead, he pulled out a short staff from his waist and turned into a black whirlwind and rushed forward.
Feng Qingyang seemed to have received a serious blow after the blow, his breathing was slightly disordered, and for a while he could only use his movements to dodge.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, suddenly thinking of a possibility, "Did this old man not recover from the battle last night?"
He had forgotten, however, that not everyone had an almost abnormal recovery ability like him. Feng Qingyang had indeed not returned to his prime state. He had fought with Yin Kexi for a while before, but he was not at the end of his strength yet.
But it's almost there.
After figuring out the joints, Murong Fu shook his head in amusement, and with a sway of his body, Shi Shiran walked out.
"Old man, isn't your swordsmanship very powerful? How do you know how to hide?" Nimoxing made more than a dozen moves in a row but was dodged by the opponent. This seemed to him like a trick on him, and he was immediately furious and opened his mouth in anger.
road.
Feng Qingyang didn't say a word. Although he was dodging, his sword energy was still extremely powerful with each move. Now he only needed to delay for a while until the counter-shock force in his meridians calmed down before he could strike back.
After about a cup of tea, the two were fighting inextricably, and Yin Kexi and the two were also fascinated by it. They were both masters among masters. Their martial arts may not have reached the level of the Five Arts of the Central Plains, but in the entire Central Plains
, and couldn't find many decent opponents, let alone a peerless master like Feng Qingyang, so they were very fascinated and even Murong Fu didn't notice when he stood behind the two of them.
"What are you thinking about? There is a sneak attack from behind!" Suddenly, Nimoxing roared in the middle of the fierce fight.
The expressions of the two of them changed, and they slapped their hands back simultaneously without thinking. They didn't muster much internal energy in a hurry, and expected that they would be able to get out after just a moment and a half.
However, they never dreamed of what kind of master appeared behind them. Murong Fu chuckled, held out his palms, and with two "bang bang" sounds, the two of them felt a strong force coming, their arms instantly stiffened, and the strength was straight.
The heart and lungs were shocked, the five internal organs were displaced, and they almost lost their breath, and then the two bodies flew out.
"Want to leave? Why are you in a hurry!" Murong Fu laughed, held his hands far away, and when the time came, Yin Kexi and his body flew back involuntarily.
When the two of them got close, Murong Fu dispersed the Beiming Divine Skill, flicked his fingers several times, and with two bangs, they fell to the ground like broken sacks. They both vomited a large mouthful of blood and looked depressed.
"Hmph, you brat, you've been here a long time ago. Why didn't you wait until I was dead before you took action?" After Feng Qingyang saw Murong Fu's face clearly, he pretended to be angry and cursed.
Murong Fu crossed his arms and seemed to have no intention of taking action against Nimoxing. He smiled slightly and said, "Senior has taken part in nature and can deal with three or two small fishes without risking his life. I hope that senior will not take offense at this junior and take action without permission."
That’s it.”
"Three or two little miscellaneous fish?" When Feng Qingyang heard this, he almost couldn't bring himself to raise his breath. The martial arts of these three people were hard to find in the original martial arts world. However, Murong Fu said that
He has become a small miscellaneous fish, so what does Feng Qingyang mean to him? Is he just a salted fish with not many miscellaneous fish?
"Senior, please don't be distracted and angry, your opponent is not simple." Murong Fu said with a smile.
Ever since Murong Fu appeared and maimed Yin Kexi and the two of them with one move, Nimoxing was inevitably a little panicked when he was surprised, and his attacks were not as fierce and cruel as before. Instead, he was timid and had the intention of retreating, while Feng Qingyang also calmed down.
When he came over, he was stimulated by Murong Fu again, so he attacked with great force and gained the upper hand.
"Who are you? Why did you attack us?" Yin Kexi asked after taking a breath.
Murong Fu glanced at him sideways and said, "Just watch a show, don't talk so much."
Yin Kexi felt a sudden surge of qi from his chest, affecting the injuries in his five internal organs, and he spurted out another mouthful of blood.
In comparison, Xiao Xiangzi was much calmer. In other words, his zombie face always had the same expression. He sneered coldly, "What kind of hero can you be if you sneak up on someone from behind?"
"Have I ever said that I am a hero?" Murong Fu asked again, and then a trace of contempt flashed across his face, "It's not that I look down on you two. Even if I attack you head-on, the result will not change at all."
"Hmph, you're not ashamed of your words," Xiao Xiangzi said angrily, "If you hadn't made a sneak attack, you wouldn't have been our opponent at your age."
The two men, Feng Qingyang and Feng Qingyang, were fighting fiercely. Although Feng Qingyang had the upper hand, he couldn't attack for a long time. Gainnimoxing's strength was really amazing, and he was in a place full of rocks. Huge rocks were falling on him.
The hands were like hidden weapons and darts, which could be easily picked up, but Feng Qingyang didn't dare to challenge after suffering a loss, and the two of them were in a stalemate.
Murong Fu watched for a while, feeling quite curious. This Nimoxing should be the one with the highest martial arts skills among the three, and he also felt a bit familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he seemed to be on the same path as Pa Siba.
Although it is far from as subtle and mysterious as Phagpa.