Volume 1 Yanyun Chaos Chapter 17 Sand Festival (4)
Before Feng Yang could take action, the battle between Feng Qi and Yan Weixie had already begun. At this time, Feng Yang had already ended, but the two men were still inseparable.
There are two types of truly even battles.
One is to combine what you have learned throughout your life to forcefully determine the outcome within a few moves, but this is mostly a fighting technique chosen for life and death fights, and is rarely seen in martial arts performances.
The other is a back-and-forth fight between the two sides. It looks full of danger, but in fact no one can win against the other in a short period of time, just like Feng Qi and Yan Wei Xie.
"Brother hasn't used the sword yet," Feng Yang said.
As the eldest son of the Feng family, Feng Qi's sword is better than his gun. If others don't know it, how can he not know it?
Surprisingly, Feng Ling did not express any objection, and seemed to know that Feng Qi had extremely terrifying swordsmanship.
"There's no point in returning if you haven't rested yet."
Yan Hui is the name of a person and also the name of a combat skill.
It only has one move, and it has entered the list of top 100 skills.
When commenting on this skill, the storyteller once said that if it comes to surprising people, it is the best in the world.
Both sides have backup options.
But Feng Yang was not worried.
He can confidently be invincible at the same level, so naturally his brother can do the same.
"Can you end up on your own?"
"I'm a little tired, but it's not a big problem."
"Then we won't let the medical officer come up?"
"What are you asking them to do? I'll just lie down for a while. Anyway, I have half an hour to rest. You can also take the opportunity to recover your strength."
Both domineering energy and blood energy can be replenished, but if physical strength and energy are overdrawn, they cannot be recovered in a short time.
Feng Yang said: "I don't believe you know everything."
This is about the three elders colluding with the barbarians to plot to kill him and Feng Qi.
Feng Ling gave him a roll of her eyes, "What I'm saying is, I don't know anything about it."
Feng Yang was slightly startled before he realized what he was doing.
He scratched his head and smiled, "I believe it."
Feng Ling was silent for a while, "I only found out about this later. At that time, the family was very strict and couldn't just run out, so I asked Yun Changqing."
Feng Yang thought that this would make sense.
Father has arranged three powerful people from the Huihui Realm around them, so there is no reason to send a few more people from the Hunyuan Realm to assist them.
But the appearance of Yun Changqing is a fact.
He originally thought that Luo Xing knew about him and Feng Qi's trip outside the Great Wall through some channels, but he didn't expect that it was Feng Ling.
In this way, the charges against the three elders and their lineage were finally confirmed.
"last question."
"You ask."
"Did the Third Elder really only have contact with barbarians?"
He and Feng Qi were intercepted and killed by three green bandits. In addition, they also encountered people from the Weeping Blood Pavilion.
"What's the meaning?"
Feng Yang told the whole story about this experience.
Feng Ling was silent for a while, "I haven't seen any evidence that grandpa has any dealings with a cult. Whether it is colluding with barbarians or colluding with a cult is a serious crime. If there is any, there is no reason not to put it together."
Feng Yang thought for a while and felt that this sentence made sense, so he stopped asking further questions.
"We are also in the Hunyuan realm, and they are already too far ahead of me." Feng Ling sighed.
Feng Yang said: "Based on the current strength, I can't survive even a few moves."
Fengling said: "It doesn't seem to be the Overlord Spear."
Feng Yang said: "The previous upward stroke should be the Snow Cloud Sect's Breaking Cloud Style. The subsequent downward stroke should be the Divine Sword's Blood-cutting Sea."
Feng Ling said in disbelief: "How can he have so many unique skills?"
Feng Yang didn't know how to answer this question, so he had to say: "Maybe it's because you read too many books?"
Feng Ling looked at him sideways, "You have read so many books, why can't you?"
Feng Yang said matter-of-factly: "Because I have no energy."
Feng Ling was speechless.
The ground suddenly shook violently.
Feng Yang and Feng Ling widened their eyes at the same time, thinking no way.
The fourth prince stood up abruptly, pointed at Feng Qi with a slightly trembling finger, and was speechless.
Feng Muyun's hand shook and he broke several strands of his beard.
The great elder's eyes were fully opened, and his eyes were full of depth.
There were cheers in the stands.
The Shizhang Battle Platform has been torn into pieces, and in the center of the crack is the head of the Overlord's Spear.
The Sixteenth Style of the Overlord's Spear - Destroy all directions.
This is not a move that should be used in martial arts. In the past ten years, no one has used it in Yanbei except for the monks of the Feng family who demonstrated it on the training ground. However, this does not prevent the demonstration from leaving a deep impression on the people of Yanbei.
impression.
If he had known that Feng Qi would use this trick, Feng Muyun would have probably replaced the stone used to build the battle platform with fine steel.
Maybe that's not enough.
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"Fortunately, I took two steps back." Yan Weixie looked at the collapsed battle platform and the bright spear tip with lingering fear.
"I didn't expect you to be so difficult to deal with." Feng Qi dragged the Overlord Spear to his side, "It seems that your ranking will rise a bit when the next romantic ranking changes."
Yan Wei Xie is the fifth in Feng Liu.
If it rises a little, it means it can enter the top three.
"Duguzhe should not be my opponent." Yan Weixie said: "Wuyang is too peaceful."
"That makes sense, then it seems you can advance directly to second place."
The second one instead of the first one shows that Feng Qi does not think Yan Weixie has the ability to defeat him.
"Not necessarily." Feng Qi added.
Yan Weixie raised his eyebrows, "It seems you are about to break through."
Feng Qi shook his head, thinking that there was another possibility.
Yan Weixie said: "I don't think I have a chance to defeat you."
Feng Qi said: "I never said I thought you could defeat me."
Yan Weixie was startled for a moment, then reacted.
"Are you crazy?" he exclaimed.
Feng Qi shrugged, "I can't tell."
A majestic atmosphere suddenly arose in the field.
Fengqi's top burst into pieces, revealing his muscular upper body.
Domineering.
He finally made a last-ditch effort.
Yan Weixie said: "What should I do about Xing'er?"
The domineering energy slowly spread across Fengqi's body, and gradually, his skin shone like gold.
Invincible and selfless.
"No matter what you do, it has nothing to do with me anyway." Feng Qi took half a step back with his right leg, bent slightly, and pointed his spear straight at Yan Weixie's eyebrows, "I only need to care about one thing now."
Yan Weixie understood Feng Qi's fighting spirit and said no more.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly a wind of Wu Ping blew up in the field.
His gown made a rustling sound, and a sense of sadness arose spontaneously.
Yan returns.
The geese return.
He is a swallow and a goose.
The lightness of Yan.
The weight of the wild goose.
At this moment, the wind started.
The shadow of a fierce tiger appeared on the field and rushed towards Yan Weixie.
Yan Weixie seemed to have really turned into a spring swallow, avoiding the tiger's bite with a tap of her toes.
When he got behind Feng Qi, the light spring swallow turned into a heavy returning goose.
Use the sword to chop vertically.
A crescent moon deflected the knife.
Flat sand breaks.
The crescent moon turned into a cold glow.
The cold light passed by Yan Weixie's ears, and a few strands of black hair slowly fell.
Yan did not rest and passed by the wind.
The wind blew on the ground and he was in mid-air.
Then, his body suddenly retreated at a high speed. The violent wind knife that was blocked by the Overlord's gun had changed direction at some point, and the blade was pointed directly at Feng Qi's back.
Swallows return, swallows return, and only after they have gone can they return.
A harsh jinge sound.
The violent wind knife penetrated half an inch into the golden body.
The Overlord Spear has reached Yan Weixie's throat.
Although it is not a stab, if it is hit with such force, it is difficult to have any consequences other than death.
What pulled Yan Weixie back from the brink of death was a slightly rough hand.
The owner of the hand is a dark-faced man, not tall, but very strong.
Commander of the Zuo Xiao Cavalry Formation of Hanhai Camp——Yan Hui.
He held the Overlord Gun and said in a deep voice: "That's it."
Yan is still unwilling to rest.
Yan Hui shouted in a low voice: "If you lose, you lose! Men are not afraid of failure, just stand up again! But if you don't even dare to admit defeat? How can you stand up?"