Although the move was successful and the Yu Xing lost his fighting ability in a short time, Feng Qingxu's situation did not improve much. The collision with the opponent's Yu Xing left him breathless for a long time. He was beaten by seven people in succession.
Pursuing, he managed to maintain his position by moving around. His body moved from side to side, bouncing like a star ball in the battlefield, moving around in various ways, pointing east and west.
The famous fighting realm cultivator Qi Guanxu's "Memoirs of a Hundred Battles" said: Single combat is like a mad dog, group combat is like a wheel.
When singled out, you must bite like a mad dog. When fighting in a group, your body shape must be erratic like a wheel, and you must not stay in one place for too long.
Feng Qingxu just walked around like a wheel, clashing all over the battlefield, leaving as soon as he touched it, and never staying in one place. The other party cooperated strictly, and although the formation was involved by him, they gathered and dispersed.
The pace is like a group dance, the interspersed movements are rapid and coordinated, and the coordination of various artistic conceptions is also clear-cut.
Feng Qingxu was in the formation, just like being trapped in a net. No matter how he struggled and jumped, it was still difficult to escape.
Wu Maxi also saw that Feng Qingxu's situation was not good. He did not have any idea of gloating about his misfortune. At this critical moment, Feng Qingxu was a very important help. If he was killed here, then Taiyin would
It will become even more lonely and difficult to support.
After a series of moves, Feng Qingxu's unfavorable situation gradually eased, and the injuries he suffered gradually eased. However, the dislocated Yu Xing had already reattached his arm and rejoined the battle circle. Although there were contusions on the joints
, unable to exert its full power, but it already possesses some combat capabilities.
The situation has become eight versus one again, but this situation cannot last long. As long as there is a fight here, there will definitely be support, and Feng Qingxu will definitely die by then.
Fengqingxu knew that the situation was critical, and the more he fought, the more anxious he became. Although the continuous movement put less pressure on him, under the tight blockade of the opponent, he would not be able to escape. If this continues, the situation will collapse as soon as the opponent's reinforcements arrive.
bad.
This can't go on like this.
The wolf rises violently, the wind sings, the river is crossed, and the swords are connected in a series...
Feng Qingxu suddenly changed his strategy. He bit a strong man and refused to let go of the curse. His fighting style was similar to risking his life. He struck out with one intention, often exchanging injuries for injuries without sparing any effort.
Dragon-shaped chain strike!
Feng Qingxu's right arm was bent like a coiled dragon, and a series of joints hit the protective artistic conception of the opponent's witchcraft.
The dragon-shaped chain strike is the artistic conception of twenty-two branches. The whole artistic conception is continuous and delicate. From the entire arm to the head, every joint and protrusion can produce an impact. It is said that when practiced to the extreme, the body shape is like a whip or a saw, and the whole body is
a knife.
Feng Qingxu's dragon-shaped chain strike struck seven times in a row, immediately shattering the opponent's protective conception. Just as he was about to kill the enemy in one fell swoop, a phantom of a city wall suddenly appeared in the middle, temporarily blocking Feng Qingxu's offensive.
Come down.
Feng Qingxu smashed the city wall with continuous punches, but still clung to the witchcraft. He was truly like a mad dog.
This style of play instantly increased the pressure on the opponent's witchcraft, but Feng Qingxu's own pressure was also much greater. Since his body shape was no longer so erratic, the opponent's artistic conception was more dense and accurate.
But at this time, Feng Qingxu was so crazy that he ignored the witchcraft and swung the broad sword, sometimes as light as a streamer, sometimes as heavy as a giant hammer, and each sword was not far away from the key point of the witchcraft.
The two Shapes were also entangled, and the four of them were mixed together, just like a fight between trapped animals in a cage. Outside, there were five realm cultivators using their artistic conception to contain the siege. The artistic conception was flying around in the whole scene, and everything on the ground was beaten into pieces.
There are many potholes and pits, and it seems to be a smaller version of the Ten Thousand Valleys Peak Group.
The young witchcraft was forced by Feng Qingxu's desperate fighting style, and gradually retreated into a blind corner, weaving a protective artistic conception to resist. Feng Qingxu resisted the pressure from behind, forced a waterwheel to block the river, moved his sword like a wheel, and slashed continuously
The protective image of that witchcraft vowed to beat that person to death in a corner.
Seeing that his companion was in danger, the opponent moved forward with the sword, like a saw, cutting behind Feng Qingxu. Feng Qingxu seemed unaware of the danger behind him, and struck out with one sword after another like a madman.
The witchcraft made my heart tremble with fear.
This is the opportunity.
Wuma Xi's small divine conferring technique took shape in an instant, and quickly attacked the stubborn witchcraft.
Under the blow of the storm, the witchcraft didn't notice the approach of this artistic conception at all. It was instantly sealed by the small divine conferring technique. The protective artistic conception suddenly dissipated, and Feng Qingxu's big sword had already arrived, and the witchcraft didn't even have time to scream.
, was immediately cut in half from head to tail. Because the sword was moving too fast, the two bodies were still stuck together, with only a red line in the middle.
When something unexpected happened, Feng Qingxu relied on his rich fighting experience to seize the opportunity at the first time. He threw his whole body up with the sword and turned around in the air. After the broad sword cut the witchcraft in half, he then cut it in half.
A large ravine was drawn on the ground, and then it was lifted up from bottom to top, and cut towards the Yu Xing coming from behind.
Using the sword as an axis, he forced his body to twist, at the cost of bruising his muscles and bones, and managed to get out of the sweep range of the sword tip.
How could Feng Qing miss this opportunity? He threw out the broad sword in his hand, and the blade suddenly extended forward and cut into Yu Xing's abdomen in an instant.
When Yu Xing saw the opponent swinging his sword, he immediately cut down with his broadsword. However, it was too late. The opponent's broadsword had already cut into his abdomen. At this time, the broadsword was hit and immediately cut downwards, instantly slicing his chest below.
into two halves.
When Yu Xing was about to die, his fighting spirit was so intense that he let out a loud roar, and suddenly a big whirlwind spun up, including people and knives, like a tornado, blowing towards Fengqing Xu Ni, and his internal organs and intestines were scattered everywhere.
Feng Qingxu flew up with his feet and kicked the two corpses of the witch into the whirlwind. They were crushed to pieces in an instant. The rain of flesh and blood flew all over the sky with the artistic conception of the big whirlwind. He rolled in against the rain of blood and got in.
Under the big whirlwind, he raised his foot to the sky and kicked the opponent's chin with his right foot through the force of the knife, instantly knocking the opponent's head away.
Feng Qingxu grabbed the big knife in the opponent's hand. His whole body was covered with blood and minced meat, like a ghost in purgatory. Several pieces of intestines were wrapped around his neck, the only thing that was pale among the blood red.
He licked the blood on his lips and pounced on the figure on the left whose arms had just been connected. Without moving, a murderous aura was already enveloping the city like frost, sending chills down one's spine.
Seeing Feng Qingxu killing two people in an instant, the opponent also knew that it was impossible to trap him again. At this time, Feng Qingxu was already fighting crazy, and his counterattack became even more brutal and domineering. Every artistic conception was like a divine help.
Generally speaking, the power seemed to be a bit more powerful. The six people did not dare to entangle anymore. After blocking the enemy for a while, they all made up their own artistic conceptions to escape.
However, Feng Qingxu refused to give up. He used his wolf burst to forcefully pounce on the figure. His entire body looked like a wolf that had just emerged from a pile of corpses. His whole body was filled with blood and murderous intent. The opponent's heart was filled with fear.
In addition, his arms were injured, and his steps were disrupted by several consecutive artistic conceptions, and his head was soon crushed.
When he got up again, the other five people had fled far away. He knew that he could not succeed in the pursuit, so he packed up the loot and walked towards the alley. The most dangerous moment of the fight just now was because of a strange artistic conception that came from the alley.
, he can turn defeat into victory. But at this time, the alley is empty, and presumably the other party has left first.
Who is the one?
He looked at the slight trace at the entrance of the alley, leaned down and touched it lightly with his hand, and then turned his head to the left.
When Wu Maxi saw Feng Qingxu breaking the witchcraft, she knew that he would definitely win. Wu Maxi had an old grudge with Feng Qingxu, and when she saw his fight, she felt chilled in her heart, so she pulled Ruyi and left quickly.
After Feng Qingxu's all-out battle, Wu Maxi knew that he was not qualified to fight with the opponent. If he met Feng Qingxu at this time, 90% of the time he would kill him on the spot. As for the favor of helping him? That thing may be in Wuma's hands.
Feng Qingxu will be reminded of Xi's festival.
The two of them walked through the alleys and quickly moved away from the battlefield. After patrolling and testing, they found an alley not too far away from Taiwan's house and prepared to communicate with everyone in the house.
Wu Maxi was writing a letter with his head lowered when he suddenly heard Ruyi's exclamation. He immediately woke up and turned to look at the entrance of the alley. Under the dim light of the alley, he saw a man covered in blood standing there.
The figure, with her chest held low and her arms hanging down, breathing heavily, is exactly Feng Qingxu after a bloody battle.
Ruyi immediately stood in front of Wu Maxi and said with a trembling voice: "Uncle Feng..."
"Ruyi, come back." Wu Maxi immediately pulled Ruyi behind her. At this time, Feng Qingxu was like a wild beast after a fierce battle. If Ruyi insisted on stopping the other party from seeking revenge, he might also be poisoned.
The two men looked at each other across the alley, Wu Ma Xi's eyes were as cold as ice, and Feng Qingxu's eyes were as hot as volcanoes. Ruyi was blocked by Wu Ma Xi behind him, holding Wu Ma Xi's sleeves worriedly, with tears streaming down his face.
Yu falls.
After confronting each other for a long time, Feng Qingxu's somewhat hoarse voice rang out and said: "For the sake of that artistic conception, we will settle our feud after we leave the city." After saying that, his whole body seemed to relax, and his murderous intent was
Gradually converge.
Wu Maxi didn't know how credible the other party's words were, but he had no right to doubt him. If Feng Qingxu wanted to kill him, his chances of escaping would be close to zero, and there was Ruyi following him. He was naturally suspicious, so this
Shi Ye could only suppress this suspicion in the bottom of his heart, turn his head, forcefully eliminate the doubts and fears in his mind, and continue writing.
After a while, the letter was written, tied to Sui Yu Que's feet, and released with a corpse-repelling curse.
Sui Yu Que flew less than half a meter, and was immediately caught in Feng Qingxu's hand. He held it in front of his eyes for a long time, and then turned to look at Wu Ma Xi. His eyes were changing, as if he had some discoveries and ideas. For a moment,
Then, as soon as his fingers were loosened, the magpie flapped its wings and immediately flew into the night sky.
The Suiyu Que traveled all the way through the night sky and just arrived above Tai Zhai. A sharp artistic conception suddenly struck from outside the courtyard and hit the magpie, immediately blowing the Suiyu Que into pieces.
The fluctuations of the artistic conception explosion followed the invisible string of the Exorcism Curse, counterattacking like an electric current, impacting the void of Wu Maxi's consciousness, as if a frenzy surged in the void of consciousness, immediately making him dizzy.
He fainted almost instantly.
Ruyi saw his face turned pale instantly and knew something was wrong. She quickly supported him and asked: "Brother Wuma, what's wrong?"
Wu Maxi ignored Ruyi's inquiry. He smelled a sinister aura. The other party must have found the location following Sui Yuque and must move immediately.
He immediately stood up. As soon as he moved, he felt numbness all over his body, and immediately fell limply into Ruyi's arms. He tried to weave the corpse-killing curse again, but the branches of his mind were weak and weak, and he failed to complete the weaving several times.
He knew that he couldn't delay at this moment, and regardless of Ruyi's anxious inquiry, he said to Fengqing with a trembling voice: "The summons has been discovered, and the other party is likely to follow you here. You take Ruyi and leave." He did not expect Fengqingxu to save him.
I just hope that he can take Ruyi to a safe place. If I am alone, I can get away no matter what.
"Humph, who is Dang Feng?" Feng Qingxu's expression was cold. He picked up Ruyi in one hand and Wuma Xi in the other, weaving the artistic conception of running. His body instantly shot out like lightning, and he jumped several times in succession.