Reaper's Wings

Battles of martial saints are not common in the world. Even if you encounter them occasionally, you can't see how they fight without being strong enough, because his attacks have surpassed the normal range. (..)

When the scorching light of the giant sword was emitted from the hands of Fan Ganfu, the Sword Master of South Korea, the people below could only see the dazzling white of the sky, and the four figures disappeared in this white light.

There is a world of difference between Wu Sheng and Da Wu Zong. The power of Da Wu Zong is still in the world, but the power of Wu Sheng is already in the sky. What's more, each Wu Sheng has his own way.

Road, road also!

Although it is difficult for ordinary people to understand this, the Martial Saint rank has just found its own path.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a martial artist is already incredibly powerful, and in the eyes of a martial artist, the Great Wuzong has surpassed the limit, but until the martial arts saint, these people have no way of their own, they just grow within their own framework, and cannot see the outside world .

Wu Sheng has seen another sky.

The Dao of Fan Ganfu, the swordsman who protects the country of South Korea, is the scorching light.

Hot light, this is the name Fan Ganfu himself gave, because his sword is as fast as light, and his sword is even more hot as fire.

This time, Fan Ganfu, the Sword Master of Protecting the Country, took the lead. Although he couldn't display his strongest strength, he still had the upper hand. In the blink of an eye of an ordinary person, the light of the giant sword had already reached the arm of the Imperial Master of the Western Qin Dynasty in front of you.

puff!

A black figure was split in half, and the two separated parts began to dissolve in the hot light, and finally disappeared in the dazzling light.

Of course, this black shadow could not be Xiqin Guoshi in, it was his black robe, and his body had appeared on the other side of the sky at some point. In Guoshi's sanctification was even before Fan Ganfu. When Fan Ganfu was still a martial artist, In Guoshi was already a famous martial saint all over the world.

In Guoshi, no one knows what his real name is, the people below call him Master Guoshi, and equal people call him in, as if he was originally called this name, all because of his Taoism .

Walker in the shadows.

Judging from the name of this Tao, it is known that he is not the kind of person who is easily attacked. The walker is always the one who walks, and the walker in the shadow is the king of darkness.

A fiery light, a walker in the shadows.

Fan Ganfu and In Guoshi are destined to be two people who cannot find their way.

"Hmph, in, you can only hide and hide like this forever in the dark."

Fan Ganfu, who missed the first blow, did not immediately launch a second attack. The two have fought many times and are familiar with each other. Him, let him be in his own hot light all the time, and there will be no shadows in his light.

Who knew that National Master In had long been on guard against his move, and replaced himself with a black robe the moment he struck, dodging this lightning-fast attack.

"Huh!" National Master In also snorted coldly: "You are a big man bullying me, a little old man, and you are so embarrassed to say so. If it weren't for my quick legs and feet, you would have really succeeded this time."

If this speed is still agile, then what are other people in the world, are they crawling like snails?

Fan Ganfu knew that he would not be able to gain the upper hand over the In State Teacher in terms of rhetoric. If his own way had not limited the way of the In State Teacher, Fan Ganfu knew that he would not even be able to keep him in front of him.

A walker in the shadows, he is the strongest only in the dark.

"Then I'll bully you little old man today."

The scorching light was shining on Fan Ganfu's giant sword all the time, and he couldn't slack off in dealing with the national teacher In. The giant sword swung in his hand, and there was a whistling wind, and the overweight giant sword spun like a windmill.

"Okay again!"

The gust of wind blown by the huge sword blew the cheeks of National Teacher In, and he couldn't say such a sentence out of his mouth. These two people were too familiar with each other, and he already knew what kind of move Fan Ganfu was going to make.

The strong wind is heated by the hot light and turns into a warm wind. After contacting the surrounding gas, the cold and warm gas intermingle, and a large amount of air flow surges. The air in this sky becomes thicker, and the resistance between actions becomes larger. .

If this move is performed among thousands of troops, many of them will have been swept up by the strong wind, and even those who have not been swept up will struggle in the thick air. Come out with a move.

This move is so powerful that it restricts the enemy's body and speed, especially around his giant sword. This kind of restriction has reached its peak. There is only one who is waiting to be killed.

However, National Teacher in is not an ordinary person after all, looking at Fan Ganfu approaching with a smile, his black figure kept disappearing as if teleporting, and reappeared in various directions, but he always kept a certain distance from Fan Ganfu.

In Guoshi is really not suitable for frontal battles. Apart from his speed, he is famous for being good at teaching students, and he didn't focus on his own energy to cultivate his own way. Years can still limit his reasons.

Between chasing and retreating, the battle between these two martial saints turned into a war of attrition.

And in the sky not far from the two, two other completely different battles were going on.

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The alcoholic who is a martial saint is not well known to the world, his name is only circulated in the small circles at the top, all because of his hobby, drinking.

Alcohol seems to be integrated into the alcoholic's life. He loves alcohol like his life, and every day he has no alcohol or happiness. This has caused him to be drunk for a long time, rarely appearing in the world, and once in a while, it is very rare. Disappeared quickly without leaving a trace.

It is precisely because of his alcoholism that he encountered a kind of alcohol that he had never drunk before. At that time, he was addicted to alcohol and drank a lot. In the end, he really lost his mind, which made his The enemy found an opportunity to launch a surprise attack on him, putting him in danger.

The favor he owed to National Teacher In was owed at that time.

But even so, he still didn't put down the wine in his hand, and it was even better than before.

This is why his Tao is still about wine.

Drunken fist.

This is the way of a drunkard's martial arts.

Naturally, the fist will not be drunk, but the drunkard is the strongest drunkard, and the strongest attack method of the drunkard is his fist.

Coincidentally, Bi Fang's weapon was also a pair of fists.

boom!

boom!boom!

The sound of emptiness erupted in the sky from time to time, Bi Fang and the drunkard stood face to face in the air, each other's fists rained down on each other, and the two had no intention of dodging, they gave up any Defense and dodge, the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

Bang bang bang!

The drunkard punched three times with lightning, and the fist seemed to form a line between the two of them. Bi Fang endured the three lightning punches, and his whole body took two steps back.

But Bi Fang, who had no expression on his face, bullied him without saying a word, and waved his casserole-sized fist towards the alcoholic like a burning flame.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Bi Fang's heavy fist also landed firmly on the drunkard, and he took two steps back under the force. At this time, blood had already appeared in the drunkard's eyes, and at the same time, his drunkenness became more intense. He fought to the performance of excitement.

"Come again!"

In the eyes of the drunkard, Bi Fang was still Bi Fang. He had never fought against a martial saint of the same type as himself. This kind of pure hand-to-hand combat made him feel unprecedentedly excited.

He felt his drunken fists start to scream.

The two fought together again, this is the collision of fists!

Unlike the drunkard, Bi Fang has always been calm, his expression has never changed since the beginning, and his eyes have been staring at the drunkard.

If someone observes carefully, they will find that Bi Fang is a kind of scrutiny, or a measuring gaze, as if calculating the force value of an alcoholic.

In fact, that's what Bi Fang planned. Ever since he came to this closed world, apart from recovering from his injuries, he was collecting battle spirits.Bi Fang has never really fought against the human warriors here. At the beginning, he looked down upon the warriors here, but with the deepening of contact, he gradually discovered that the human beings living in this corner also have their own ways. There are many talents that surprised him too.

That's why he had such a plan that he had thought about for a long time, to measure the combat value of a human martial saint.

Bi Fang's strength increased little by little, his fists became heavier and heavier, and the drunkard's eyes became more and more drunk, and the speed of his shots became faster and more psychedelic, making people unable to see the line of punching.

"You won't be able to defeat me like this, show some of your real strength!" Bi Fang said the first sentence with a blank face, and at the same time his body retreated ten meters away from the drunkard. The patterned attack on the spot had reached his limit, and Bi Fang wanted to see something different.

"Hahaha!" Seeing Bi Fang backing away, the drunkard was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "It's fun, it's fun, hahaha, it's been a long time since we fought so happily, how can there be no wine at this time!"

As he spoke, the drunkard took out the flagon from his waist, raised his head and drank vigorously.

Bi Fang was taken aback by his free and easy demeanor.

After drinking heavily, the alcoholic handed the jug to Bi Fang, but he shook his head expressionlessly, expressing that he didn't need it.

"Haha, what a pity, how much fun your life would be without drinking!"

After drinking heavily, the drunkard's eyes began to dim, and his body kept shaking in the air, as if he was really drunk.

But Bi Fang's eyes immediately revealed an interesting expression, which was the first expression to appear on his face since the Great War.

"I am like this, even I am afraid, you have to be careful." As if it was a dream, the words of the drunkard were vague.

The figure I saw swayed to the left, as if it was about to fall, but the next moment, the figure that was about to fall faded like a mist and disappeared into the air, and on Bi Fang's right hand, a fist waved towards him at an incredible angle .

With a movement of Bi Fang's nose, a smell of alcohol emanated from his fist, and his spirit was slightly rippling.

Boom!

With a punch on the body, Bi Fang's body moved more than ten meters to the left.

"The blurred speed, the erratic fist, the smell of alcohol can even affect the spirit of a person, it's really interesting..."