Great Song catcher

Chapter 166

The iron stroke and silver hook fist technique is very powerful.

Nie Feng had already learned the lesson in Qingyang Town that day.

The left hand is cold and iron strokes!

Right hand fiery silver hook!

The ice and fire two energies operate at the same time, and can explode with strength far exceeding one's own body.

Not only that, but he also found that the cultivation of the middle-aged man in front of him was still higher than that of Zhao Yichuan back then, and his attainments in this set of boxing techniques were not inferior to Zhao Yichuan's, or even surpassed.

Nie Feng moved his body and floated three feet horizontally, dodging the surprise attack of the iron fist fist, and then flicked his right hand repeatedly to block the fiery silver hook fist.

Followed by.

Nie Feng retreated quickly, and three fierce fingers flew out through the air, forcing the middle-aged man back.

"Iron and silver hook!"

"That's right!"

"good eyesight!"

The middle-aged man wrapped his arms around the ice and fire fist, his eyes were full of coldness.

Nie Feng stared at this person. Among those who surrounded and killed him, this middle-aged man should have the highest martial arts.

The second is the young man not far away who is good at wielding two swords.

The number of his two swords is distinct, and his left hand is the Eighteen Songfeng Swords of Qingcheng School.

However, the sword technique he used with his right hand was the Mountain-Breaking Sword. This set of sword techniques was completely opposite to that of Songfeng Eighteen Swords. It was a fierce and domineering line. The sword opened and closed like a strong wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Moreover, this person's kendo cultivation is by no means comparable to that of ordinary swordsmen.

There are many masters who are good at wielding dual swords in the arena, but when they face the enemy, most of them use the dual swords to defend and attack, or attack with the left sword and defend with the right sword, or attack the enemy with the right sword and defend with the left sword. .

But this person's swordsmanship is different. The seemingly simple swordsmanship can easily put Nie Feng into danger.

But Nie Feng's cultivation base has not recovered at the moment, and it will be harmful and useless for him to fight for a long time, so these two people must be eliminated first, otherwise he will be really dangerous today.

thought here.

Nie Feng suddenly had an idea in his mind, his body flickered like a dragon, and a person came behind him in an instant, and he pointed his absent-minded finger towards the back of the person. When he realized it, Nie Feng's finger was already close at hand.

He could even feel the sharpness brought by the finger force, and it was too late to dodge it.

Emergency moment.

An obscure and dim sword light suddenly stabbed obliquely from the side!

If Nie Feng insisted on killing this person, then this sword light would also pierce his throat at the same time.

The person who made the shot was the young man who was good at wielding two swords. He knew that with his own cultivation, it was almost impossible to rescue his fellow disciples at such a short distance, so he could only adopt the method of besieging Wei and saving Zhao. Forcing Nie Feng to take action to protect himself.

And his plan did succeed, Nie Feng withdrew his move decisively, but instead of retreating and dodging, he dodged the sword edge sideways to meet him, his right hand pinched into a claw, as if he wanted to snatch the long hair from the man's hand. sword.

"court death!"

Seeing this, the young man's eyes flashed.

Since he is good at wielding two swords, how can he not be wary of others taking the sword?

Nie Feng saw his wrist turn slightly, and a piercing sharp ray erupted from the edge of the sword, which easily shattered the skirt of his chest, but the strange thing was that there was no blood flowing from Nie Feng's chest, but a silver light.

"How could this be?"

Just when he was stupefied.

Nie Feng's distracted fingers were already on his throat.

next moment,
Blood blossoms...

"how come……"

The corpse that had lost its breath suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he never figured out why the ultimate move he was so proud of didn't kill Nie Feng, but his own Life.

But he had no chance to think about it...

"Celestial Silk Armor!"

Looking at the silver glow on Nie Feng's chest, the middle-aged man burst out these four words.

"Now it's your turn!"

Nie Feng ignored the middle-aged man's words at all, and kept moving back and forth among the crowd.

Lost in focus or domineering and fierce, or dexterous and changeable, in less than a stick of incense, the dozen or so people who came to surround and kill him have all been killed, leaving only the middle-aged man who is good at iron strokes and silver uppercuts, Blood gushed out from under his ribs.

The middle-aged man touched the wound on his ribs, and couldn't help feeling a bit of fear in his heart.

Just now, if he hadn't seen the opportunity to dodge quickly, that finger might have shattered his heart.

What kind of martial art is this?
He has been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years, why has he never seen such a weird fingering?

Gao Canghai, the head of Qingcheng who was hiding in the dark, was shocked and made up his mind to kill Nie Feng here!

otherwise……

Endless troubles!

In order to attack and kill Nie Feng, he had made a lot of preparations in advance, but Nie Feng's strength was far beyond his imagination. More than a dozen innate masters were all folded in Nie Feng's hands in less than a cup of tea.

He could even imagine that if Nie Feng didn't die today, what would be waiting for the Qingcheng faction when he really grew up in the future!
Nie Feng also took advantage of this period of time to run the Nine Suns Divine Art in his body to recover the exhausted true energy. In such a short period of time, he killed so many masters with thunderous means. It seemed relaxed and comfortable, but in fact he had tried his best .

In particular, Nie Feng's current cultivation base has not been fully recovered, and his meridian is broken, so he can't use Poshanquan and Tianyi Thirteen, so the only way to deal with the enemy is to rely on the finger of absence.

The middle-aged man has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time. Seeing Nie Feng's pale face and Chiyang true energy looming behind his back, he knew that he was recovering his skills, so he stood in front of Nie Feng and launched a crazy attack on him. offensive.

Nie Feng felt helpless, so he could only fight and retreat, keeping it airtight.

Now the two are fighting for endurance and background.

The middle-aged man was heavily wounded, and each punch consumed a lot of energy. He wanted to kill Nie Feng at the fastest speed in the shortest possible time. Although Nie Feng didn't want that finger just now his life.

But his heart was shaken, and with the movement of his true energy, he felt a dull pain, and it tended to become more severe.

But Nie Feng had the opposite idea completely. He wanted to rely on the recovery power of the Nine Suns Divine Art to slowly wear down the opponent's true energy, so that he could gradually recover his true energy during the battle to deal with the next battle.

He didn't believe that there were only a few people besieging him, and there must be someone secretly waiting to take advantage of the opportunity to attack. If the true energy didn't recover, even if he could kill the person in front of him, he would die in the end.

As time went by, Nie Feng gradually gained the upper hand, and most of the zhenqi in his body had recovered, while the middle-aged man's zhenqi had been exhausted, and there was a severe pain in his heart veins.

Seeing that his attack was gradually slowing down, Nie Feng also showed pain in his expression.

He knew his chance had come!

(End of this chapter)