Hsu Fengnian, who had slid sideways, slowly stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood. He did not expect that he would not be able to inflict a fatal wound on the demon. The sparkling and translucent Suan Ni was suspended in front of him while the slender Emei was hanging at the front of Duanbo Er's neck when he was in a kicking posture. At this moment, the realm of sword control was not enough to surpass the speed of the blade. Other than having a large stance, there were no substantial benefits. However, it was more than enough to kill the guard at the Duck Head Green Inn. Unfortunately, Duanbo Er's five senses were sharp and he managed to dodge the flying Emei. However, his calf was hit. With his Vajra Physique, Suan Ni's sword pierced through his calf and it was not a big deal. As for the distraction of controlling the sword, Hsu Fengnian, who had suffered a powerful kick, was heavily injured.
Duanbo Er touched the blood groove on his neck with his finger and sneered, "What a sinister method!"
The demon in brocade robe's face was gloomy. He had roughly guessed the truth. He thought that the word sinister was not enough to describe this young man's ability to prick people's wrists. He turned to look at his young master who no longer had a smile on his face. He rejoiced in his misfortune. The more the little fellow who had yet to draw his blade showed off his martial prowess, the more miserable his death would be. His young master's physique was single-handedly forged by Tuoba. His young master also lived up to the expectations of the Beimang Army God. He looked around Beimang and his line of sight was fixed on the eighteen people on the list. Following this, he could be considered to have no one in his eyes. This time, he had suffered a setback in Dragon Waist Prefecture. With Second Young Master Tuoba's vengeful personality, how could he not bear this grudge?
Hsu Fengnian spat out turbid air and blood clots. He nodded and smiled, "Sinister is sinister. However, two masters who are sitting steadily in the Vajra Realm and a descendant of a prestigious family who is only one step away from the Vajra Realm. The three of them ganged up on him and killed him. It was very honorable."
Duanbo Er remained unmoved. All the bones in his body creaked.
Tuoba Chunsun, whose eyes were burning, said, "Where did you get the sword control technique from? Tell me before you die, and I'll give you a quick death. "
Hsu Fengnian did not pay any attention to him at all. He just adjusted his breathing and recited the incantation. He meditated and nourished his Dao foundation, nourishing his Qi, nourishing his spirit. The Primordial Yang did not leave to hide its true nature. The Yellow Court Plant had the Longevity Lotus. Ten thousand taels of gold would not be given to anyone. The beauty of the Daoism's Great Yellow Court was not in harming others, but in nurturing longevity. What was longevity? Perhaps it was as illusory as the formless mirage, but the flow of Qi was so fast that one would not know the mystery behind it unless they were in a life-or-death battle. Xu Fengnian was secretly glad that he had practiced the Kai Shu style diligently. Under the "destruction" of the Rolling Dragon Wall sword aura, the acupoints in his body seemed to have slowly opened up a blessed land, allowing him to freely choose the treasures. Although Xu Fengnian only had fifty to sixty percent of the Great Yellow Courtyard, this cultivation base was really useful under the tempering of Li Chungang's Green Sleeves Snake sword aura. Otherwise, his body would have been badly damaged during the battle with Duan Bo Er. He would not have been able to withstand a few rounds of attacks from this devil.
Tuoba Chunsun asked curiously, "You've even used this sword control technique that seems to be from the Wu family's Sword Tomb. Other than puffing yourself up at your own cost, you haven't pulled out your blade. Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"
Tuoba Chunsun probably knew that this cold-faced arrogant fellow would not answer. He answered his own question, "I know. You must have more than one sword control technique. How many more do you have? Two, three, four? "
Hsu Fengnian laughed, "I do have a few flying swords."
Tuoba Chunsun laughed as well, "Duanbo Er Hui, continue."
Duanbo Er Hui obeyed the order to continue the fight. The momentum of his fist did not decrease, but he paid more attention to dealing with the treacherous flying sword. To Beimang, the earth-shattering nine swords that broke ten thousand riders two hundred years ago was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all martial artists. Therefore, he did not dare to underestimate the swordsmen of the Wu family. The Sword Tomb had been quiet for two hundred years. The Jianghu of the Liyang Dynasty was no longer afraid of the Wu family who used all the sword moves in the world. On the contrary, it was Beimang who still remembered it in his heart. It was indeed a great irony. Duanbo Er Hui was afraid of the elusive flying sword, so he had been carefully probing. Although he was distracted, it did not mean that his punches and kicks were not fierce enough. From the beginning to the end, he still had the advantage of suppressing his opponent with brute force.
The Black Silk Knot was like a woman's love, knotted with a thousand threads.
Hsu Fengnian did not understand the seventh page of the saber manual. Now that he had to try to understand it, he naturally could not understand it. When he fought with Duanbo Er Hui, he was just trying to make a Hail Mary effort. He hung the flying sword on the nodes of the Black Silk Knot according to the saber manual's embryonic form and constantly used it as a trap.
Tuoba Chunsun watched patiently from the side and counted the number of flying swords. Excluding the first two, there should be four more. He clicked his tongue and asked, "Hey, hey, hey, there are already six swords. Have you emptied your treasury?"
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "Seems like there's no more left."
Soon after, the seventh Dawn Dew appeared in the sky.
Even the strong-willed Duanbo Er Hui who was an ambitious and ruthless person of the demonic path had the urge to curse.
The Dawn Dew and the six flying swords formed a Black Silk Knot. It was like a heavenly net that enveloped Duanbo Er Hui, greatly limiting the power of this demon.
Tuoba Chunsun sneered, "Give me another one if you can."
As soon as Hsu Fengnian said, "There's really no more left this time." He rewarded Duanbo Er Hui with a freshly made flying sword.
Duanbo Er Hui was finally enraged.
The flying swords left bloody wounds on this demonic path magnate's body. However, Hsu Fengnian was also punched and kicked several times. Every time he was hit, he would be like a kite with a broken string.
When the eighth Peach Blossom Sword appeared, Duanbo Er Hui, whose eyes were bloodshot from all the killing, punched the young man's chest. He ignored the wounds on his body and rushed forward, tearing apart the net.
The kite seemed to be drifting.
However, intentionally or otherwise, it borrowed the momentum and quickly drifted toward Tuoba Chunsun.
Duanbo Er Hui shouted, "Young master, be careful!"
The old man in the brocade robe controlled a colorful python to crash into the young swordsman who refused to give up.
Tuoba Chunsun's hands swiftly grabbed the hilt of his sword and saber.
Hsu Fengnian's body rose a few feet in the air. He stepped on the colorful python's head and suddenly pointed. Unexpectedly, he did not assassinate Tuoba Chunsun. Instead, he turned toward the demon in the brocade robe!
He headed north.
The spring thunder finally exploded.
"I have a saber!"
An incomparably resplendent stream of light swept across the sky.
It was green with hints of purple.
Li Chungang has two sleeves, I have one sleeve.
One sleeve of azure dragon.
The stream of light swept past.
The old man in the brocade robe slowly lowered his head.
His body was cut in half at the waist.
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