The breeze roars the rivers and lakes

blow!

The gleaming sharp sword in Song Zhixing's hand, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, stabbed straight at Afeng's throat!

Ah Feng didn't expect this little boy from the Wudang sect to be so despicable, daring to sneak attack in front of the public.Unprepared, he hastily opened his arms and pushed Yan Hong and Yan Yun aside, and then the figure retreated quickly.

Song Zhixing couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw that Afeng had been forced back by his sharp sword.In those dark eyes, there was a hint of murderousness immediately, and he vowed to kill Ah Feng completely.

After retreating more than ten steps, Ah Feng slowly stabilized his figure.In the clear and deep eyes, a layer of frost condensed slightly, and he looked straight at Song Zhixing coldly, and the broken knife behind his back, like black lightning, slashed towards Song Zhixing through the air!

boom!

When swords strike each other, thousands of sparks are wiped out and scattered in the wind!

A Feng swung his knife vigorously, a billowing black cloud slashed out from the blade, and slashed towards Song Zhixing aggressively!

Song Zhixing didn't expect that Afeng's sword was so swift and fierce, and he swung his sword to block it hastily.Although he blocked the fierce attack of the black broken knife, he was shocked back dozens of steps, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother..." Seeing this scene, the disciple of Wudang Sect didn't look very good-looking, and shouted anxiously.

Song Zhixing waved his hand with a gloomy expression, indicating that he was fine.Afterwards, he lifted the gleaming sharp sword, walked straight forward, stopped about half a foot away from Ah Feng, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "It seems that I really underestimated you!" , today I will let you experience the true power of my Wudang swordsmanship!"

A Feng still acted like a normal person, except for a sneer of disdain, there was nothing else on his expression.He shrugged his shoulders and said: "Oh, then I want to see how good your Wudang swordsmanship is. Is it as good as your little boy's mouth skills?"

Song Zhixing saw that at this time, Ah Feng was still playing with him, his face was as dark as a weathered stone, and he immediately raised his voice and roared angrily: "You kid wants to die!"

Before the words fell, Song Zhixing took a step forward, circling the steps of the Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces, and the shadow of the sword in his hand moved with him. It seemed extremely slow, but it was extremely mysterious, and every step concealed murderous intentions.

Seeing this set of swordsmanship performed by Song Zhixing, the disciples of the Wudang School next to him immediately showed a look of shock on their faces, and said in amazement: "Senior Brother Song, he has actually practiced such a unique skill as the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword!"

Another older Wudang disciple, with a slight look of surprise in his eyes, took the words and said: "The Taiyi Xuanmen Sword is the unique technique of our Wudang School Taiyimen. I once saw it on the stone wall. According to the outline of this sword manual, the characteristics of its swordsmanship are both speed and slowness, hardness and softness. When practicing, it is required to walk with the sword and carry the sword with the body. , breath and spirit."

"In Liuhe, the hands, eyes, body, method, and steps are all excellent. This swordsmanship moves like a dragon coming out of the water, and is as quiet as a civet cat catching mice. During the movement, the hands separate yin and yang, the body hides the gossip, and steps into the nine palaces. , internally harmonizing Qi and externally harmonizing its form. It requires very high comprehension and profound internal strength. You must be a genius in the sky and you cannot cultivate. I didn’t expect Junior Brother Song to have practiced it at such a young age. It really makes me feel ashamed. !"

A young disciple who had just started for a while, seeing this scene, his eyes showed a hot light, with a bit of envy, he said: "Brother Song has this Taiyi Xuanmen sword technique, and he can do it in less than ten moves. Defeat that ignorant black-clothed boy."

"What ten tricks, I think it's only five tricks at most!"

"Tch, you guys underestimate Taiyi's Xuanmen swordsmanship too much. If you die, you only need three moves, and you will definitely be able to defeat that black-clothed boy!"

"Okay, stop arguing, maybe Junior Brother Song can defeat him with just one sword strike, let me show off my Wudang power!"

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Amidst the twittering of the younger generation of Wudang disciples, Song Zhixing thrust out a sword with absolute confidence. His figure was as graceful as a white crane with wings spread, and with that white clothes that made a sound of hunting, he was like the reincarnation of an exiled immortal.

When Song Zhixing used the Taiyi Xuanmen sword technique just now, Ah Feng couldn't help frowning.But when he saw Song Zhixing thrust out the sword, his brows that had been furrowed just now relaxed again, and there was a slight smug look on the corner of his mouth.

For the sake of being handsome, this little boy from the Wudang school put on a lot of ostentatious ostentation. Even if the Wudang school's Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship is wonderful and exquisite, it can't stand his toss.

In just a few moments of effort, Ah Feng keenly caught two inconspicuous flaws under Song Zhixing's extremely gorgeous swordsmanship.Although they are all very small flaws, it is enough to defeat him!

Thinking of this, a cold light condensed in Ah Feng's eyes, and he looked straight at Song Zhixing who was coming towards him. The black broken knife in his hand immediately turned into a black flowing shadow, cutting through the air, like a tiger descending the mountain, and went straight to meet him !

Song Zhixing immediately stepped on the footsteps of Jiugong, swung his sword and stabbed out a Tai Chi gossip rune, and greeted the black tiger that Afeng had cut out!

The saber energy, like a tiger descending the mountain, just touched the Tai Chi gossip rune, like a flying insect landed on a spider's web, and began to struggle desperately.

Ah Feng was startled when he saw the situation, and thought to himself; "It seems that I really underestimated him, this Wudang School Zhenshan master Taiyi Taoist swordsmanship is very powerful!"

Song Zhixing was quite proud at this time, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his voice and shouted loudly; "Taiyi Xuanmen sword, break it for me!"

With Song Zhixing's loud shout, the jet-black tiger immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated with the wind.The sharp sword in his hand, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, stabbed towards A Feng's throat with flashes of cold light!

The moment the sword stabbed out, Song Zhixing thought that he was about to defeat A Feng, and inadvertently raised a smug look on the corner of his mouth.

The disciples of the Wudang School were also preparing to cheer for Song Zhixing's imminent victory and show off the power of Wudang.

Seeing that Song Zhixing had gained the absolute upper hand, Yan Hong and the others secretly broke into a cold sweat for A Feng in their hearts.

However, the final result left everyone present dumbfounded!

The sharp sword in Song Zhixing's hand did not pierce A Feng's body.Ah Feng didn't swing the black broken knife to resist this fatal sword!

It was Ah Feng's figure that disappeared out of thin air under the eyes of everyone!

Seeing such a strange scene, everyone's expressions were shocked, and they commented in an unbelievable tone:

A middle-aged man was the first to exclaim: "What's going on, what about that Afeng, how could he disappear out of thin air?"

A person next to him responded, "I don't know, could it be that my eyes are dazzled?"

An old man with a long history saw some tricks and said in a tone of astonishment: "This should be a strange art similar to blinding eyes!"

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Song Zhixing was also shocked by the scene of Ah Feng disappearing out of thin air. The triumphant expression on his face immediately dissipated with the wind, replaced by a gloomy and terrified expression, with uneasiness appearing in his dark eyes, and he roared sharply : "Afeng, you shy turtle, what kind of hero is hiding in hiding, come out and compete with me if you have the ability!"

Before Song Zhixing's words fell to the ground, a biting cold wind swayed the shadow of the tree and whizzed down, and as it fell, a black shadow appeared in everyone's sight again.

Song Zhixing was shocked when he saw the situation, and in a hurry, he slashed out with a sword, and a defensive shield of Tai Chi and gossip immediately condensed on the top of his head.

A icy murderous intent flashed in Ah Feng's clear and deep eyes. With a black broken knife in his hand, he slashed vigorously. A bloodthirsty black wolf, as if swooping down from the top of a mountain, went straight to the top of Song Zhixing's head!

boom!

The black wolf was unstoppable, just after hitting the Tai Chi Eight Diagrams defensive shield, it was smashed into pieces, the air flow was chaotic, like waves and flowers, splashing with the wind.

At this critical moment, a whisk flew out of the air and rushed towards Ah Feng!

Seeing the situation, Ah Feng was startled, his figure spun in the air, swung the black broken knife, and slashed straight at Fuchen!

boom!

Two fierce killing moves collided in mid-air, and the violently fluctuating air current made the whole forest tremble!

Afeng was shaken back more than ten steps, and he slashed across the air with the black broken knife in his hand. Only then did he stabilize his figure. A solemn meaning flashed in his clear and energetic eyes, and he stared intently at the middle of the road. The old man with a whisk that suddenly appeared.

The old man holding the whisk was none other than Wudang Shendao, Taoist Chongxu. Although he was not shocked and retreated more than ten steps, he did retreat six or seven steps, and his face was slightly ugly. The sharp and domineering saber movement shook the tendons, causing chaos in the true qi.

Seeing this scene, everyone turned pale with shock, even the expressionless Master Tianjue couldn't help but look at A Feng more, and a look of horror appeared on his gloomy face.

The female disciples of the Emei School and the wild cranes in other rivers and lakes all showed incomparable shock.All Wudang disciples looked as ugly as if they had eaten dead flies in the morning, dead rats at noon, and dog poop at night, and they all looked at A Feng with disbelieving eyes.

Daoist Chongxu also had a gloomy look on his face, he waved his hand whisk, clasped his palms together, and said: "Wuliang Tianzun, this little brother, you have to forgive and forgive others. Too much murderous aura is not a good thing! "

Afeng knew that Daoist Chongxu's martial arts were unfathomable, even if he could defeat him, his vitality would be seriously injured.Moreover, the trip to Songshan was full of dangers, he didn't want to risk his life just to take a gamble, after all, now he has worries in his heart, which is different from before.

Thinking of this, Ah Feng ignored Daoist Chongxu, and after a cold snort, he turned his attention to Song Zhixing who was still shouting arrogantly just now.

At this time, Song Zhixing's hair was disheveled, his face was full of fear and uneasiness, and he was completely comparable to a beggar who begs in the busy market, or a lunatic who likes to take off his clothes when he has nothing to do, and runs wild on the street.There is also an image of a generation of talented young masters.

At this time, Yan Yun ran to A Feng's side with a look of excitement, and asked in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, that trick you just disappeared out of thin air was so handsome, when will you teach me?"

There was also a faint smile on the corner of Afeng's mouth, he patted Yanyun's shoulder lightly, and scolded with a smile: "You guys are really greedy, when you have enough inner strength, you can practice the five-element magic art. If the Thunder God Jue is perfected, it can completely draw the power of thunder from the sky out of thin air and turn it into one's own use, isn't it more explosive than disappearing out of thin air?"

Hearing Ah Feng's words, Yan Yun showed a look of surprise on his face, and murmured to himself in doubt: "Wow, so powerful?"

Zhuifeng patted his shoulder lightly again, and said with a smile: "Of course it's true, when did I ever lie to you, your brother-in-law?"

Yan Yun curled his lips and said, "Brother-in-law, have you lied to me less often? You have lied to me six times this month, eight times last month, and ten times last month." Three times, up and up..."

Before Yan Yun could finish speaking, Ah Feng pushed him and scolded with a smile: "Go up, go up, go up to your head, you bastard, don't memorize the mental formulas well, just memorize these useless things , really..."

When he said this, Ah Feng's face immediately sank, and he didn't continue talking.His brows were also tightly frowned, with a very dignified look on his face.

Seeing Ah Feng's face suddenly changed, Yan Yun felt a little puzzled in his heart, and asked, "Brother-in-law, what's the matter, what did you find?"

A Feng nodded slightly, with clear and deep eyes, like an eagle hovering high in the sky preparing to hunt, he glanced around and said in a deep voice: "There is a murderous aura in this forest, I feel a group of Master, is approaching us!"