Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

"Brother Yu, leave this Ziyihou to me." Lei Wujie was worried that they would release the formation of solitude like the original book, but now it seems that the two of them are a little bit too big.

Su Muyu nodded slightly, holding an oil-paper umbrella to stop Baifaxian.

"Arrogance!" Zi Yihou waved his folding fan and attacked Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie pulled out the shark-toothed sword, turned around and slashed at Zi Yihou's folding fan several times. The domineering sword aura combined with the sharp edge of the shark's teeth made the folding fan break several holes in an instant.

"You have a good sword." Zi Yihou smiled wryly.

Lei Wujie felt uncomfortable hearing these words, as if he relied on weapons to gain an advantage.

"Sister, keep it safe for me." Lei Wujie handed both the shark tooth sword and the killing terror sword to Sikong Qianluo, and hooked his fingers towards Zi Yihou with his bare hands.

"Kang Mao, Baby."

Although Zi Yihou couldn't understand English, he could tell from Lei Wujie's contemptuous tone and eyes that these were provocative words.

With anger in his heart, he quickly rushed towards Lei Wujie.

A gust of heat came out of Lei Wujie's body, and he punched fiercely, but only the afterimage of Zi Yihou was hit.

"Before the fist arrives, the qi arrives first. It turns out that you are from the Lei family."

"It's just that your Wufang Fist is far behind Lei Hong." Zi Yihou's playful voice sounded.

With a strange purple air in his hand, he swung the folding fan to sweep Lei Wujie's head, but Lei Wujie turned into an afterimage and dodged away.

"No, the Lei family doesn't have this kind of movement." Zi Yihou's eyes froze, and he suddenly felt the temperature under his feet drop at a terrifying speed.

In an instant, a layer of frost covered the soles of his feet, and a biting chill hit his whole body.

"It turns out that you were a lure just now, but it's a pity that this level can't trap me." Zi Yihou sneered.

Purple air burst out from his whole body, shattering all the frost.

Lei Wujie frowned slightly, Zi Yihou's purple energy should not be underestimated, it seems that he has to show some real skills.

So he took a deep breath and swung his fist again. The strength of the fist was wrapped in a gust of wind, and even his own robe was blown wildly.

"Let's see if your purple qi is powerful, or my five mountains are lighter?"

Faced with this destructive punch, Zi Yihou's eyes were solemn, and he used his skills to wave a purple awn, which collided with Lei Wujie's punch.

But he was still pushed back thirty steps, and just now he stood firm, and suddenly felt his blood tumbling.

"Who are you, not only the Lei family's boxing skills, but also the Anhe's lightness kung fu, and even the Chunfenglou inner kung fu that has been lost for more than a hundred years."

Zi Yihou's expression became more serious, and he asked in a deep voice.

Lei Wujie patted the dust off his body, shaking his shoulders with a mean smile.

"Didn't you just say you were going to kill me, why did you start talking nonsense?"

"I'm standing here now, come kill me, come kill me."

"Looking for death!" Zi Yihou couldn't bear this kind of provocation, and his figure flew towards Lei Wujie again like lightning.

"Take off the sword and knees forward, kill one person in ten steps!".

Lei Wujie let out a low cry, raised his hands in the posture of holding a sword, his left hand was ignited with flames, and a trace of frost appeared in his right hand.

Using their hands as swords to attack Zi Yihou, the two fought more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye, and the outcome was not decided.

Lei Wujie frowned, Zi Yihou had entered the heavenly realm far longer than himself, and he was not particularly familiar with Zi Qi coming from the east, and his combat experience was far behind. There are too many variables.

But now he is too far away from Sikong Qianluo, if he wants to turn back to get the shark-toothed sword, he will definitely be entangled by Zi Yihou.

It's just that he was slightly distracted for a moment, and Zi Yihou waved the fan quickly, attacking his left shoulder, right shoulder, and abdomen at the same time, as if it was inevitable.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star." Lei Wujie instinctively performed the lightness move, leaped up vertically, stepped on Zi Yihou's fan, and with the power of the fan on his toes, leaped another three feet out of thin air.

"Your Excellency is so handsome." Even though he is the opponent, Zi Yihou has to admit that the opponent is really talented.

"The best is yet to come." Lei Wujie laughed and said, with the help of the downward impact from the air, he quickly formed a seal with both hands, and then slapped it with one palm.

In his palm was a group of blood-red skulls, surrounded by a group of flames, Zi Yihou only thought it was the Lei family's burning technique, he didn't care, and swung his fan upwards.

The aftermath of this confrontation caused dust to fly on the ground, and the surrounding trees collapsed. The two of them retreated more than ten steps each. Zi Yihou wanted to strike again, but suddenly felt that the zhenqi in his body was disordered, and his meridians seemed to be going retrograde.

"Pfft~" Zi Yihou spat out a mouthful of blood, hurriedly retreated, touched several acupuncture points on his body, took out the pill from his bosom and took it.

Lei Wujie didn't continue to attack, this is the first time he used this fire-type yin and yang art mystery-skeleton blood handprint, and he didn't expect the effect to be surprisingly good.

It's just that the internal energy consumption is also quite large, before knowing the real situation of Zi Yihou, I don't plan to act hastily.

And Zi Yihou was even more afraid of him, seeing that the other party didn't intend to make a move, he simply used his kung fu to recuperate his chaotic internal energy first.

On the other side, facing Baifaxian's attack, Su Muyu just used the oiled paper umbrella to block it easily.

Baifaxian's swordsmanship is sometimes fierce and sometimes light, but they all have one characteristic, that is, they are beautiful.

"How did Baifa do it? You haven't dealt with your opponent yet?" Zi Yihou was obviously dissatisfied, thinking that Baifaxian was letting the water go.

Lei Wujie covered his mouth with a light smile and said, "Although your friend's swordsmanship is magnificent, it also has a big shortcoming."

"That's useless."

"Hmph!" Knowing his character, Zi Yihou turned his head and ignored him.

"It seems that your Excellency really wants to kill someone, so let's see life and death!" Su Muyu blocked it with ease, while pulling the silk thread in her hand tightly.

The white-haired fairy didn't pay attention to his words, and swung a beautiful sword to kill.

Suddenly the sky began to drizzle, Su Muyu pulled the silk thread in his hand, turned the handle of the umbrella, eighteen sharp blades in the umbrella flew into the air, and poured down with rain, a terrifying storm of sword rain instantly tore the sword energy of the white-haired fairy .

"This is the Eighteen Sword Formation? You are the ghost holding the umbrella in the dark river!" Baifaxian's expression froze instantly.

Zi Yihou also looked at Lei Wujie in astonishment: "You are from the dark river, why did you kidnap our lady?"

"Kidnapping your head, I was entrusted by Yueqing to protect sister Yueyao."

Lei Wujie looked at Zi Yihou now, as if looking at a fool.

During the conversation between the two, two scars were drawn on the shoulders and elbows of Baifaxian's hands. He clenched his teeth and used the jade sword to resist with difficulty. Now he is trapped in the eighteen sword array, and Su Muyu is the master of this world .

"The net of lore cuts off all vitality, and the swordsmanship that can kill people is the kingly way." Baifaxian laughed at himself.

Although his swordsmanship is famous for its beauty, but in the face of a life-and-death battle, the swordsmanship that can kill is the prerequisite for survival.

At this time, Yueyao in the carriage suddenly stepped out, blinking her beautiful eyes, and pleaded softly to Su Muyu.

"Brother Yu, I seem to know them, can you not kill them?"