Fu Shifeng

Chapter 128 Kanyuan Nine Bases
Yanliu Daomang exploded in the palm of the palm, and the sharp pain made Mr. Zhaoyang mistakenly think that his palm was cut in two.

"you--"

Mr. Zhaoyang saw blood flow from the palm of his left hand and his five fingers could not move. He immediately understood that the wound was deep and he was unbearable to fight any more.

Frightened and frightened, Mr. Zhaoyang forced his energy, split his body into four, and blocked Cheng Sanwu with his flowing wave phantom body, while he flew out of the battle circle, and hurriedly shouted to his subordinates:
"Bring the flying sword! Quick!"

Mr. Zhaoyang's subordinates are all capable people. Needless to say, the division of labor between the eight people is clear. Someone set up a hand crossbow and shot arrows at Cheng Sanwu to restrain him. A long wooden box with a rusty three-foot ancient sword inside.

Jun Zhaoyang grabbed the ancient sword, and the true energy in his body poured out involuntarily, and was absorbed by the ancient sword crazily.

At this time, Cheng Sanwu had already cut Liubo's phantom body to pieces, and flew towards him surrounded by fire. Four subordinates stood up to resist, but they were cut in half on the spot.

Amidst the miserable howls, Mr. Zhaoyang braced himself up, raised his sword and pointed at Cheng Sanwu, and opened his mouth to shout: "Flying sword to defeat the enemy, follow orders, hurry up!"

As soon as the order was issued, all the rust on the surface of the ancient sword disappeared, and the whole body glowed with awe-inspiring blue light. It swayed and trembled like a fish, broke free from Zhaoyang Jun's hand, and flew straight towards Cheng Sanwu.

The flying sword shot towards him, and Cheng Sanwu blocked it with a horizontal knife, but he felt a huge force coming from the sword, and his steps stopped suddenly.

Feijian's blow was useless, and he immediately swam to the side to stab, like a swordsman with excellent agility, Cheng Sanwu was too late to block with his sword, and only moved his body slightly, but in front of Feijian, his movements were still slow, The waist was pierced by the blue light, and a few drops of hot blood came out, but fortunately the wound was not deep.

The flying sword that circled to the rear turned its tip again, approaching Cheng Sanwu's neck, intending to behead him.The extremely strong killing intent made Cheng Sanwu have no choice but to let go of Lord Zhaoyang, use lightness kung fu and body skills, and fly away.

Ke Feijian chased after him closely and turned into a ray of blue light, while Cheng Sanwu galloped ahead like a bolide.The two moved away from the valley in the blink of an eye.

Lord Zhaoyang, who survived the catastrophe, was still in fear. Cheng Sanwu's strength suddenly improved, which already put him at a disadvantage.The palm injury broke out suddenly, which caused Mr. Zhaoyang to miss a few times.

"Damn it, what happened just now..."

Jun Zhaoyang looked at the hastily bandaged left hand. He still remembered that he had caught the knife empty-handed before. At that time, Cheng Sanwu briefly activated the light of the knife, leaving a slight scar on his palm, which was nothing to worry about.

And it was the second fight just now, and he once again received the knife with his fleshy palm, protected by the flowing energy, which indeed blocked the blade's edge.But for some reason, in the wound that should have been closed, there seemed to be a subtle qi resonating with the external flame knife, and it exploded without warning.

"Could it be the sword intent?"

Mr. Zhaoyang quickly thought of a possibility. He heard that there are some warriors who specialize in the extreme intention of swords and swords, who can manipulate the aura of swords and swords in a very mysterious way.The twists and turns are not worth mentioning, and you can even use the extreme intention of the sword to attach the qi to other people or foreign objects.On weekdays, he hides and does not release it, and only waits for it to be activated suddenly when necessary, and his own sword energy bursts out for no reason, so as to control the life and death of others remotely.

It's just that the meaning of this kind of sword is too mysterious and unpredictable, and has nothing to do with ordinary martial arts, and it may not be of much use when it comes to actual fighting - at least Lord Zhaoyang thought so in the past.

"Okay, Cheng Sanwu, if you hadn't prepared a trump card in advance, I'm afraid it will really fall into your hands this time!"

Lord Zhaoyang hated and was angry, the flying sword he released just now was obtained from an errand sent by Eunuch Feng earlier.At that time, Lord Zhaoyang was ordered to go to the land of Qilu to find a reclusive swordsman. It is said that this person was a member of the rebellious party in his early years, and he could kill the enemy at a hundred steps away with a flying sword.

Fortunately, this swordsman was old and frail, and before he had time to sacrifice his flying sword, he was violently beaten into meat paste by Lord Zhaoyang's palms, and the flying sword naturally became Lord Zhaoyang's trophy.

It's a pity that the flying sword lost its true temperament after the death of its master, and gradually rusted, and it was about to lose its spirituality.Mr. Zhaoyang didn't want to lose these treasures, so he had to turn to the magician who was good at refining magic weapons in the Department of Divine Works of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

These magicians said that Feijian is connected with the original owner, and it may be difficult for it to recognize Zhaoyang Lord as the new owner.Shengong Division could only use another secret method to pollute Feijian's spirituality, turning it from a sharp weapon for killing enemies into a ferocious beast.

The only problem is that if you want to activate this flying sword, you need to "feed enough" true energy, just like the soldiers who are willing to go to the battlefield when they are paid, and they have a huge appetite.

Even Mr. Zhaoyang, who has practiced "Nine Bases of Kanyuan", has a very strong energy, but every time he uses the flying sword, his limbs will be weak for a while.But in order to deal with Cheng Sanwu, he could only use this trump card.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhaoyang has seen the power of the flying sword before. He once used it to deal with a group of caravans.Within a few tens of breaths after the flying sword came out of the box, it killed all the living people in the caravan, including the camels and horses.

Therefore, when Mr. Zhaoyang learned that there were demons haunting Shuofang, he was not worried. The flying sword could also kill demons when released.

After adjusting his breath for a while, Mr. Zhaoyang listened attentively, and there was a clanging sound from the other side of the slope, which should be Cheng Sanwu fighting Feijian.

Lord Zhaoyang sneered, this flying sword has no owner now, once it comes out of the box, it will rush towards the most murderous person, like a jackal and a dog, no one will recognize it.The more Cheng Sanwu resisted with all his might, the more Feijian chased and killed him, and the energy consumed would kill him.

It is absolutely impossible for Cheng Sanwu to maintain the burning situation in his body for a long time, as long as his breath is exhausted, Feijian can take his head off!

Taking advantage of this moment, Mr. Zhaoyang immediately took out a few pills to invigorate Qi and took them, and quickly adjusted his breath to perform exercises, while the rest of his subordinates surrounded him.

"Why haven't you died yet?"

After a round of practice, Mr. Zhaoyang could still hear the sound of swords clashing. He was confused, fearing that there would be another change, so he immediately got up and went to check.

When he came to the high place on the slope, he saw Cheng Sanwu swinging his knife against the flying sword among the rocks, and the two clashed with sparks and blue lights.Seeing that there were a few more bloodstains on Cheng Sanwu's body, it was obvious that he was injured by Feijian.

But Cheng Sanwu was still full of flames, showing no signs of weakness, which made Mr. Zhaoyang extremely restless.

At this time, Cheng Sanwu didn't make many moves, he often moved and dodged among the rocks, if the flying sword encountered obstacles from earth and rocks, he would pierce through and cut open in one fell swoop, and went straight to Cheng Sanwu.

Although the flying sword was sharp, it was blocked by earth and rocks, and the castration has slowed down. At this time, Cheng Sanwu swung his saber to intercept again, and it saved a lot of effort.

When the flaming knife was slashed, blue light splashed on the surface of the flying sword, as if a spirit snake had been pinned seven inches to its vital point, and turned around to avoid it. After another huge rock, Feijian cut out again and continued to repeat the previous confrontation.

"That's not right." Mr. Zhaoyang felt uneasy when he saw the battle situation. Cheng Sanwu's evasive and evasive strategy was obviously wearing down the flying sword's edge.

The original owner of the flying sword is dead, and Lord Zhaoyang is not replacing him, but the flying sword with shallow spirituality has no dexterity when facing the enemy, and will not go around when encountering obstacles.

The flying sword, which relies on absorbing its own true energy to kill the enemy, cannot be maintained forever. Sooner or later, it will exhaust its sharpness and return to its original appearance of rust.

"Damn it, how could he, how could he..."

Regarding Feijian's weakness, Mr. Zhaoyang only realized it at this moment, and judging by Cheng Sanwu's coping strategy, he clearly understood it earlier than himself.

From rushing at the beginning to coping calmly now, the number of winners and losers gradually reversed, and Cheng Sanwu once again regained his momentum!

"Why aren't you dead yet? Why aren't you dead yet!!"

The more Mr. Zhaoyang thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Cheng Sanwu was not only extremely durable, but also had an extraordinary keen judgment on fighting on the battlefield. He could always find the key to reversing the defeat from subtle and difficult clues. It made Zhaoyang Jun feel great resentment.

Just as Lord Zhaoyang was annoyed, there was a clanging of swords and swords in the distance, resounding in the surrounding area, a stream of blue light spread out, several boulders were flattened by the collapse, and a large cloud of smoke and dust rose up, covering the field of vision.

"Not good!" Mr. Zhaoyang was startled, and the true energy in his body was immediately sensed.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and a person came out dragging a knife. It was Cheng Sanwu who was covered in bruises. At this moment, he no longer had the violent state of flowing fire in his meridians. His steps were slow and staggering, and his breathing was heavy.

"Your sword, return it to you!"

Cheng Sanwu threw his hand away, and the broken hilt was thrown to the ground. Thinking about it, it exploded just now. It should be that the flying sword was damaged and exploded.And Cheng Sanwu's injuries were probably related to this.

The corners of Zhaoyang Jun's eyes twitched, although the destruction of the flying sword was a great loss, but at this moment, Cheng Sanwu was injured and exhausted, and his complexion turned pale.

That being the case, how could Mr. Zhaoyang let go of this golden opportunity?He didn't allow Cheng to adjust his breath three to five times to return to the Yuan, he stepped lightly, approached with a few steps, and moved out "fish and dragon out of the abyss" with one palm, the gang energy faintly changed into the shape of a fish and dragon, in order to kill him here .

"Die!!!"

The wrathful palm was pushed out, like a huge wave emptied out, the surrounding air was driven, Twelve percent of the palm skill broke through the limit, it was pressing on Cheng Sanwu's chest, beating him like a shrimp.

With a muffled sound, Cheng Sanwu flew upside down, dropped the horizontal knife, vomited blood and flew into the air, and after hitting the ground, he rolled a dozen times before stopping.

"Not enough, this is not enough!"

Mr. Zhaoyang wanted to vent all his jealousy, hatred and fear in his heart. He strode forward, and the stellar energy condensed in his palm, showing a faint halo like the color of the bottom of a deep pool, stirring up the surrounding airflow, forming a vortex, and moving towards Cheng San Five steps closer.

"A person like you is only worthy of lying on the ground, licking mud and eating dung!"

Mr. Zhaoyang raised his palm to fiddle with it, and the swirl of gangster picked up Cheng Sanwu, who was lying on the ground, just in time to see that the blackness in his pupils was gradually increasing, like the pupils of a dying person.

For some reason, facing Cheng Sanwu who was about to die, Mr. Zhaoyang felt jealous instead. He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and he used the trick "Ten Thousand Waters Return to the Whirlpool" to make it happen, arousing the energy of water in the surrounding world get together.

Once hit by this move, the power of the palm will swirl together with the blood in the body. If the person who gets the move tries to resist it, it will actually promote the swirling power, like adding fuel to the fire, destroying all internal organs Grind into meat paste.

In the past, Mr. Zhaoyang liked to use this method to torture others, especially those loving couples and martial arts heroes. tortured, his wife had to strip her clothes to serve herself.Watching the couple being physically and mentally abused in this way can satisfy Mr. Zhaoyang's vicious desires.

"You still have a chance." At this moment, Cheng Sanwu said suddenly, his tone was very flat, not like someone who was seriously injured and dying: "If you can't kill me with this move, it's my turn to kill you."

Zhaoyang Jun couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed the waves with his palms, and the swirling palm technique slapped Cheng Sanwu's Tanzhong acupoint with a whistling sound!

Now that Cheng Sanwu had no stellar qi to protect him, the power of the palm art was poured into his body without hindrance.When Mr. Zhaoyang was ecstatic, he was surprised that the whirling palm technique seemed to fall into a certain abyss, and it failed to hurt Cheng Sanwu at all.

"you--"

Zhaoyang Jun raised his eyes and saw Cheng Sanwu grinning grinningly. He was in a panic for a moment, and was about to withdraw, but found that his palm was firmly sucked on the opponent's chest and could not be released.

What's even more frightening is that with the movement of the palm and the opening of the qi orifice, the Kanyuan zhenqi in his body rushed out involuntarily, and was ruthlessly swallowed by Cheng Sanwu, which was even more ferocious than that flying sword!

Mr. Zhaoyang turned pale with shock, he had heard of this kind of evil kung fu that absorbs real qi power for a long time, but he never wanted to experience it himself today.He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately embraced Yuan Shouyi according to the mental method, and forcibly locked the air orifices in the whole body, the flow of air was cut off, the palm of his hand was able to break free from the suction, and his feet flew back quickly.

"Xuanming Swallowing the Sea Jue?" Jun Zhaoyang broke out in a cold sweat, his palms still trembling.

Seeing Cheng Sanwu breathe out slightly, the wounds on his body caused by the flying sword healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made Zhaoyang Jun's liver and gallbladder tear apart.

"Monster, monster..." Mr. Zhaoyang's teeth trembled, and the thought of retreating sprouted in his heart.

"Want to go?" Cheng Sanwu snorted coldly, raised his arms, Kanyuan's true energy gathered in his palms, moved left "fish and dragon out of Kanyuan", and moved right "ten thousand waters return to the vortex". Qi Jin emerges together.Stepping forward, the ground under your feet instantly cracked, like bearing the pressure of a thousand tons of water!
Seeing this situation, Mr. Zhaoyang's mind was in chaos, and he wanted to run away, but he couldn't catch up with Cheng Sanwu, who rushed towards him like a raging tide, and pressed his palms through the air.

Under the palm force, Zhaoyang Jun's Liubo Gangqi spontaneously protects his body, but both sides' kung fu is from the same source, and it is not a confrontational force.

Hao Zhang pushed out, Zhaoyang Jun's plump body fell backwards, and he turned over several times before regaining his footing. He found that there was no injury to his whole body, and his inner emotions changed from fear and panic to ecstasy. laughed:

"Hahahaha! An ignorant idiot, actually trying to retaliate against him in vain? I don't know that there is a way to deal with it in "Nine Bases of Kanyuan", you can't beat me!"

"Oh, is that so?" Cheng Sanwu said lightly, and the darkness in his eyes dissipated.

"Prepare to die!" Mr. Zhaoyang no longer endured, and urged the foundation, this time, he must completely kill Cheng Sanwu.

puff--

However, the moment Mr. Zhaoyang raised his energy, his heart seemed to be clenched suddenly, and the energy of all the pulses suddenly became chaotic and violent.A large amount of blood mist sprayed out from the acupuncture points all over his body, dyeing the ground around him red, and he was exhausted immediately, and fell to the sky.

(End of this chapter)