Tianlong's scourge of martial arts

The person who happened to be six feet away stopped abruptly, feeling chills all over his body, and cold sweat dripped down his face.

If it wasn't for being unable to squeeze in just now, it would have been slaughtered by the magic knife.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a creepy feeling, as if a sharp sword was pressed against his neck.He just felt that his body was locked, and there was an inescapable feeling that no matter how he moved, he couldn't get out of the lock.After the magic knife turned around, Zhang Feng took advantage of the situation and stabbed in the back.Since there is no way to avoid it, there is no need to hide.

Ding!

The tip of the knife and the tip of the sword are like the tip of a needle facing a wheat awn, and the two are firmly stabbed together.

The picture is like a freeze frame, the old monk is flying in the air without falling.

The magic knife is pitch-black and terrifying, and the divine sword is dazzling silver-white. These two colors seem to be the only ones left in the world.However, the old monk could clearly see that the opponent's magic sword vaguely suppressed his own divine sword.

Although they had only fought a few times, the internal strength of the two of them was already depleted.However, because Zhang Feng's "Immortal Art" recovers extremely quickly from injuries and internal strength, he is increasingly gaining the upper hand in the protracted battle.

drink!

Sensing that something was wrong, the old monk glared at King Kong, and finally risked his life, concentrating his life's skills on the sword in his hand.The sword light was dazzling, and instantly suppressed the black light. Under this light, the black light was like a candle in the wind, and it seemed to be extinguished at any time.

When warriors practice internal skills, their skills will become more and more profound, so when talking about themselves, they will say, "How many years have my skills".Skill is different from internal force. If skill is a water cup, then internal force is water.The water can be filled up again in a few days, but if the water cup is destroyed, the only way to recover is to practice again.

The old monk was at least in his 90s, about the same age as Wu Yazi.Once his energy is exhausted, he will lose his vitality without energy protection, and he will basically step into Wu Yazi's footsteps.

Zhang Feng's eyes widened angrily, he didn't expect the old monk to be so ruthless, he didn't want his life at all.He glanced at his scarred right arm.A look of determination flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes.At this time, he was not allowed to back down, otherwise, he would have no chance of surviving under the attack of the divine sword, and the only way to survive was to put him to death.

With a loud shout, Zhang Feng poured all his power into the magic knife.With the surge of majestic skill, the damaged meridians could no longer withstand this terrifying force, and all of them broke.His muscles were like being cut by a knife, exposing thick bones.

The knife glow exploded, regaining possession all at once.The black light and the white light are evenly matched, and the two are glued together.

Seeing Zhang Feng's actions, the old monk couldn't help showing a smile even though his life was short.He is almost a hundred years old, and life, old age, sickness and death have long been overlooked. If he can die with the Demon Lord, he is willing to do so.Even if the Demon Lord can survive in the end, his whole body cultivation base will be abolished, how can he do evil?Although the old monk knew the latter situation.The odds are very small.

Boo!

At this moment, where the swords intersected, there seemed to be ripples in the space, and Zhang Feng's face was like water on the surface of a lake.There were layers of ripples.

Bang!

Without any warning, an unprecedented terrifying force suddenly hit his chest, Zhang Feng's strength suddenly disappeared, and his right hand was no longer able to grasp the magic knife.Fly far away.Zhang Feng only felt that his eyes went dark, and everything around him disappeared.

The same is true for the old monks, they flew ten feet away.He fell to the ground motionless.

The two people who fainted did not know that at this moment, two crisp clicking sounds appeared in the empty and silent space.

In mid-air, a clear crack appeared on the two swords that were still in stalemate. The crack was about half an inch, but it was this crack that destroyed the perfect shape of the sword.

It turned out that although Zhang Feng and Zhang Feng were beaten into the air, their swords were still deadlocked in mid-air.They seem to be enemies of life and death despite their divinity. Even if they lose the control of their masters, they continue to fight.

clack clack...

The sound is like copying beans, ringing non-stop.There are more and more cracks on the sword, longer and longer, densely covering the entire sword like a spider web.

Dark clouds gather rapidly, the wind blows violently, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles.

boom!

A loud sound spread across the world, and the sword finally turned into countless fragments, flashing past like meteors, some fell off the cliff, some fell into the mountain, and more were sucked away by the black hole that was as tall as a person.

The sword and sword died together, actually blasting a big hole in the space, and a strong attraction came from the black hole, as if the beast Kunpeng swallowed the sky and sucked the earth.

The black hole came and went quickly, and it was as small as a washbasin in the blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace under the shocked eyes of people in the distance.

This result really complied with Ou Datie's words, the sword survives and destroys at the same time.

……

There is an inconspicuous boulder hundreds of feet away from the prison. Behind the stone stand two figures. Their faces are somewhat similar. They are brothers Feng Lin and Feng Shan.They didn't resist the rebellion inside the prison at all. Instead, they hid in the dark and watched the battle between Zhang Feng and the old monk.

"Haha, haha, I knew that only you can contend against Zhang Feng!" Feng Lin's face was tense throughout the whole process, and when he saw the fate of Zhang Feng and the old monk, he finally couldn't help but let out a crazy smile.

"Brother, is it really okay for us to do this? After all, he is kind to us. Without him, we would still be humble beggars, and we might throw our bodies into the wilderness one day." Feng Shan said to his brother beside him.Of course, there was still a word in his heart that he didn't say, 'Without him, I would definitely die of illness! '.

"He is kind to us, but we brothers have worked hard for him for so many years, and our brothers have contributed a lot to the glory of God's sect. We have repaid the so-called kindness a long time ago." Feng Lin said sharply.

Feng Shan looked distressed, and continued: "No matter what, he is also the leader of the divine religion. If we ignore it, he will fall into the hands of those people, and our divine religion may also be in turmoil."

Feng Shan looked worried about the Religion, and he didn't know whether he really cared about the Religion or something else.

But the facts are indeed as he said, Zhang Feng is unconscious in his heart, if he falls into the hands of these martial arts people, he must not think about it, what kind of dismemberment, how can he be discouraged if he is frustrated.Think about the leader of the divine religion being insulted and flogged, how can the disciples of the divine religion have any face?

"Regardless of whether he is dead or not, he has no chance of surviving in the hands of those people. But if we rescue him, it's okay if he's dead. If he's not dead, you think the rest of the God Sect will let us go Harm him? Once he recovers, do you think he will let us go? I agree with him very much. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to ourselves. Since we decide to rebel against him, we will go all the way to darkness. "Feng Lin's tone was cold. (To be continued..)