Great Song catcher

Repeated chaotic battles
Green Bamboo Illusion.

It is a unique skill handed down by the Xixia royal family.

And this set of martial arts is completely different from other martial arts.

When ordinary martial arts fight against the enemy, it is a duel with real swords and guns, but a master who has cultivated the illusion of green bamboos can invisibly lead people into the illusion. Dominant, murderous intentions are hidden in all things in the world.

Even the most inconspicuous stone may be the ultimate move to kill you in the end.

If one dies after being drawn into the illusion, the soul will also be annihilated, leaving only a shell. Although the body still maintains its functions, it will never have the chance to wake up again.

However, although this set of martial arts is overbearing, it also has obvious shortcomings.

That is, people with weak mental strength cannot practice this set of martial arts. Even if they practice forcibly, it will be difficult to exert their power, and they may end up training themselves into an idiot and lunatic.

But talking and laughing, it is obvious that he does not belong to this kind of person.

He was blind since he was a child and had a rough life experience, but he has developed a pair of minds with a clear heart, and there is no distortion in his mind. Although he is in a different position, Nie Feng has to admit this.

In the green bamboo illusion.

Countless bamboo leaves rolled with the wind, exuding a chilling sword intent overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.

"Good come!"

Nie Feng let out a long whistle.

The Mountain Breaking Fist suddenly blasted out!
The domineering Wushuang fist shook the bamboo leaves all over the sky like a shattering blow.

But when the bamboo leaves collapsed, the figure of Tan Yixiao had disappeared.

There was silence between heaven and earth, filled with a murderous aura.

Sudden.

Several air-shattering wind sounds sounded.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, green lights flickered, and dozens of green bamboos came back and forth like crossbow arrows.

Whoosh whoosh!
Nie Feng raised his hand and slashed fiercely, destroying more than a dozen green bamboos.

Then he took advantage of the opportunity to grab a piece of bamboo, and displayed the army's army-breaking spear technique - Qianjun Piyi!
A blue disc like a scaled python circled away, sweeping all the bamboo poles to the sides, but when Nie Feng chopped off the last one, he found that those bamboos that he knocked down had already died at some point. Turned into a prison, trapping his figure in it.

Tan Yixiao also suddenly appeared, and the green bamboo pole in his hand pierced Nie Feng's eyebrows like lightning.

"interesting."

clang!
A blue light flashed across the green bamboo pole in Tan Yixiao's hand, and it accurately pierced Nie Feng's forehead, and he was taken aback for a moment.

Although he didn't know much about Nie Feng, he also knew that this level of attack would not be able to trap him at all. As long as he used the Nine Suns Divine Art, he could shatter those bamboo poles. He never thought that Nie Feng would not dodge or dodge.

But soon, he discovered something was wrong.

The bamboo pole in my hand pierced the center of Nie Feng's eyebrows, but it didn't feel like it was piercing. Instead, it made a deafening noise. Then I saw a little golden light appeared on the skin between Nie Feng's eyebrows, just blocking the thrust of the bamboo pole.

"open!"

Nie Feng shook his arms.

A golden light suddenly appeared on his body!
The whole person becomes as if cast in gold, like a golden statue in a temple.

Arhat Fist!
Nie Feng unleashed the Arhat Divine Fist of Daleiyin Temple, resisting Tan Yixiao's sword with all his might, and immediately behind him also emerged the dharmakaya of Vajra Arhat.

"King Kong opened the mountain!"

Nie Feng slammed down with both fists!

The green bamboo that trapped him became torn apart in an instant.

Tan Yixiao was also shocked by this force and flew out.

But Tan Yixiao's movement technique is very mysterious, his body flies away in the air as if weightless, and then lightly borrows a little force from the bamboo tip, stabs out dozens of secret-free sword lights from the bamboo pole in his hand, and then rushes back to Nie Feng.

At the same time, Nie Feng felt cold under his feet, and his figure subconsciously flew into the air. Almost at the same time, dozens of green bamboos cut diagonally down the waist protruded from the ground, as cold as a blade.

"so close?"

Nie Feng had lingering fears.

If he hadn't noticed it in time, he might have been skewered with candied haws now, but before he could recover, Jian Guang, who was talking and laughing in front of him, had already rushed over.

In a hurry, Nie Feng could only block with his fists. Although he had the Arahant's golden body protection, his clothes became tattered.

in the inn.

Everyone looked at the two of them silently.

Suddenly, there was a tearing sound from Nie Feng.

The clothes on the left shoulder had a neat tear, and then the clothes in other places were also damaged, and finally even the surface of the skin showed blood, and many spectators began to discuss it.

"It seems that talking and laughing is better."

"Not necessarily."

"Nie Feng is now unarmed, so he is somewhat at a disadvantage."

"And it's still at his home court. Even if he loses, it's justifiable. If the two of them fight a real fight, it's not necessarily who will win."

In the illusion.

The clothes on Nie Feng's body had already turned into strips of cloth, and traces of blood were seeping from the surface of his gleaming golden body. Although the sword energy could not cause serious injuries to him, it was not difficult to cut some skin wounds.

But talking and laughing did not panic at all.

He knows that his advantage lies in his home control and his extremely fast and fierce swordsmanship, so he will not fight head-on with Nie Feng, who is good at fierce kung fu.If one sword can't hurt the opponent, use ten swords, and if ten swords can't hurt, use a hundred swords. As long as you attack a place continuously, sooner or later you can't bear it, and then you have a chance to win.

Nie Feng also noticed Tan Yixiao's tactics.

The sharp sword light he pierced seemed to be dense, covering all parts of his body, but in fact the only places that really attacked were the dantian and the heart, and the sword light in other places was just a cover-up.

However, at this moment.

A little golden light exploded!
Talk about a smile and my heart is shocked.

Become!

Pain appeared on Nie Feng's face, the golden light on his body also quickly faded, and he stepped back again and again.

good chance!
Tan smiled and saw Nie Feng's actions, and knew that his tactics had succeeded, so Jian Guang became more and more fierce and fast, and every move rushed to stab Nie Feng's heart.

"One sword is absolutely empty!"

Tan Yixiao performed the ultimate move in the Jueyun swordsmanship!
The whole person seemed to merge with the sword light, and the whole illusion became crumbling under this force.

But just when Jian Guang was about to penetrate Nie Feng's body.

Tan Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a crisis in his heart.

A cloud of yin and yang energy suddenly appeared in front of Nie Feng, enveloping the sword light and Tan Yixiao's body in it.

"No, I've been fooled!"

Talking about a smile, an idea immediately flashed in my heart.

It was too late when he wanted to change his moves, he lost control and was trapped by Nie Feng's Great Big Dipper.

"Break the mountain!"

A cold voice came into Tan Yixiao's ears.

next moment.

A huge force came leisurely, directly shattering his consciousness.

in the inn.

Tan Yixiao staggered and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Son!"

Someone came down from the third floor immediately, supporting Tan Yixiao's crumbling body.

"It's okay."

Tan smiled and waved his hands, looked at Nie Feng opposite, and said, "I lost this competition."

"Talk about brother's commitment."

Nie Feng cupped his hands.

Talk and laugh and go back to the third floor.

Nie Feng looked around and said, "Is there any friend who is willing to teach me."

"Mr. Nie is preparing to fight continuously?"

The middle-aged steward asked in surprise.

"Not bad!"

Nie Feng said: "As long as anyone wants to challenge Nie, Nie will not refuse!"

"I come!"

A figure jumped down from the third floor.

It is the master of Khitan Bajianmen.

He held the giant sword like a door plank across his body, and said: "However, I will not engage in any conscious battle with you. I will only strike a sword. If you can block my sword, the Khitan Bajianmen will not compete with you for the heavenly catastrophe." .”

"Oh?" Nie Feng nodded and said, "I have no objection, but I don't know what the master means?"

"As long as the two sides reach an agreement, our Fusheng Inn will not intervene, but the premise is that there will be no major fluctuations, so as not to destroy the Heavenly Tribulation, and then we will all have to go to the west together."

The middle-aged steward laughed a few times.

Clang!
Hearing this, the master of Bajianmen touched the giant sword on the ground, and said: "I guarantee that it will not affect the Heavenly Tribulation, even as long as I take a step back, I will lose, and if the brick under my feet is broken, it will be counted as me!" lose."

"it is good!"

"Since your Excellency has already drawn the Tao, Nie has to continue." Nie Feng put his left hand behind his back and said, "I only use my right hand. If I take a step back or a brick under my feet is broken, even if it is If there is a little crack, I will lose!"

"Insanity!"

The expression of the master of Bajianmen changed.

Nie Feng dared to master his domineering swordsmanship with one hand, obviously he was underestimating him.

"Divide the river!"

The master of Bajianmen let out a soft drink.

Hold the giant sword in your hands and slash down in the air!
This gigantic sword weighs at least two hundred catties, and coupled with the huge force of swinging and slashing it down in the air, there are thousands of catties above its strength.

The reason why Khitan Bajianmen can become the first school of Khitan martial arts.

It is because of this tyrannical swordsmanship that its momentum is unmatched and unparalleled!
Nie Feng didn't dodge or dodge. Seeing that the giant sword was about to fall on him, Nie Feng suddenly pointed out his right hand, his index finger flashed a dazzling white light, and directly pressed against the blade of the epee.

There was an uproar around!
Even the middle-aged steward's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was extremely shocked. He blocked Ba Jianmen's sword with just one finger. This level of cultivation was too terrifying.

The master of Bajianmen seemed to feel insulted, and under the anger in his heart, the strength of the sword surged like a raging sea.

But Nie Feng's fingers were like the golden beams of the sea, the jade pillars holding up the sky, no matter how violent the wind and waves were, he couldn't shake it a bit.

"broken!"

Nie Feng gave a soft drink.

The white light on the fingertips spread instantly!

The huge sword in the palm of Ba Jianmen master unexpectedly shattered inch by inch from the tip of the sword, extending to the hilt.

A huge sword that has been tempered and tempered just like that fell apart!
The master of Bajianmen turned pale, and after a long time, he bowed his hands to Nie Feng and said, "I lost, I will withdraw from the battle of Heavenly Tribulation!"

What he said was very ingenious. Ba Jianmen's withdrawal from the Heavenly Tribulation Contest does not mean that the Khitan Martial Arts will withdraw from the competition. The people who came here this time, besides the masters of Ba Jianmen, must have people from other sects, and maybe they will also come here. There are members of the royal family.

For example, Yeluchu.

Nie Feng turned his gaze to the third floor.

"Since Brother Yelu is here, why don't you come out to meet your old friend?"

A figure fell.

It was Yeluchu, the extinct king of Khitan.

But when Nie Feng saw him, a storm arose in his heart.

Yeluchu's left arm was cut off by the shoulder!

There is nothing in the long sleeves.

"Brother Nie, long time no see."

Yeluchu smiled lightly.

The domineering aura on his body faded a lot, replaced by a masculine and positive energy.

"Brother Yelu, your..."

Nie Feng felt a little regretful. The reason why Yeluchu didn't show up was probably because he didn't want others to know about his severed arm, but he just spoke up and forced him to show up.

"Just an arm."

Yeluchu smiled nonchalantly, "It's a good deal to lose an arm, isn't it?"

"Our Khitan didn't want to participate in this Heavenly Tribulation Controversy, but we had received the letter of credence from the Emperor of Song Dynasty, so we had to come here to join in the fun." Yeluchu said something that Nie Feng didn't know.

Nie Feng frowned immediately.

Emperor Song sent a letter of credence to Khitan Wolf Lord?
Daodao Nie Feng didn't understand this, and he also knew that this was out of his control. He only needed to do his own thing well, and those big shots would naturally take care of the rest.

"Let's talk about it in detail when this matter is over. It is estimated that more people want to join in the excitement."

talking.

Yeluchu went back to the third floor.

"It's not that easy to get Heavenly Tribulation!"

A master from the Western Regions in a white robe fell from the third floor.

Seeing the clothes on this person, Nie Feng showed a trace of helplessness on his face.

"You guys are really dog ​​skin plasters, you can meet them wherever you go."

The person who came was obviously a master of the Moro Sect.

It can be seen from the clothes he wears.

"kill!"

The man in white robe roared angrily.Layers of murderous aura were revealed in the words, and Nie Feng felt that his eyes suddenly became swaying, as if he had come to the Netherworld, and there were wailing sounds everywhere.

"kill!"

The sound sounded like thunder.

After the pervasive black mist, a magic body of a demon god with faint light appeared, and directly attacked Nie Feng. The eight arms formed layers of phantoms, and whizzed towards Nie Feng with black thunder light.

"Blindfolding!"

Nie Feng snorted coldly.

His right hand turned his palm into a knife, and slashed directly at the eight arms of the Demon God.

Immediately afterwards, Nie Feng shuttled like a dragon, and came to the eight-armed demon god.

"Are you the one who deserves to play tricks in front of me?"

Punch out.

The speed of the fist is not considered fast, nor does it have the ferocity to sweep all directions, it only relies on its own strength.

boom!
After a loud bang.

The body of the eight-armed demon god was directly shattered with three arms.

There was a black light shining on Nie Feng's fist, and he punched it out again.

The remaining five arms were also shattered.

However, the magic light flickered behind the eight-armed demon god, and soon condensed into eight arms, but it is not difficult to find that these eight arms seem to have shrunk a lot compared to before.

"Don't give up if you don't see the Yellow River!"

Nie Feng punched out again!
(End of this chapter)