The man who escaped from Haitang City

The gloomy voice screamed: "What a fast man, what a fast hand!"

The charming and deep voice also changed its tone: "It seems that you have not obtained an inheritance, but an adventure."

The crisp voice was unbelievable: "He...he killed Wanrenshan? Wanrenshan was killed by him?"

After Wan Renshan's death, within a short while, his body, the huge imprints he made in the snow, his seventeen stunning and famous knives... all disappeared in the blizzard without leaving a trace. remnant.

Yi Zhen was tall and tall, and in the slanting wind and snow, he was as straight as an unbending sword.

"Come on, he's not the first, and you won't be the last." He said lightly.

As early as last night, he told Li Youdeng and She Xin that they only need to take care of the two aborigines, and let him handle the rest.

"You crazy boy!" The gloomy voice shouted, "I, Old Fei Guang, will come to test your skills today!"

In the violent snowstorm, a hand suddenly appeared across it, a scorched black hand.

This hand was as skinny as a knotted plum branch, with thin and tough flesh tightly wrapped around the extremely long bones and joints, and even the protruding veins were compressed like coiled wires.It looked as if it had been severely torn by fire, and hardly resembled a living limb.

It broke through the cloud-like dense snow, and collided with Yi Zhen's palm, and his true energy immediately swayed into a magnificent wave, which suddenly set off a surging snow wave at a distance of Zhang Xu around.

Yi Zhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and as soon as the two sides exchanged hands, he assessed the strength of the other party - another martial arts master.

Old man Feiguang is good at palm skills, he has practiced his hands to the extreme, every trace of flesh and blood, every bone is like cast from gold and stone, and it is not exaggerated to describe it as indestructible, even if it is compared with mineral essence armor. There was a touch on the front of the sleeve, but it was unscathed.

This kind of physical fitness is completely comparable to that of an S-rank powerhouse.

The onlookers could only hear the sound of clashes as fast as a rainstorm, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them clasped hands no less than a hundred times.Lao Er Feiguang and Yi Zhen are very similar in number of ways, his movement is erratic, coming and going suddenly, and Yi Zhen's Moluo phantom is also the superior lightness kung fu that is ghostly like fog and disappears without a trace.

The black light is like a shooting star, and the silver light is also like a shooting star. The light and shadow formed by interlacing and weaving are just like the bright Milky Way running across the night sky.Old Fei Guang hissed: "What a weapon!"

This praise is sincere, so it seems even more unwilling and gloomy.

According to Fei Guang's shooting habit, no matter how good a sword, ax, or halberd is, it can't hold up to the tight grip of his fleshy palm.Since he was 13 years old, he started to practice this pair of Wuming palms, and slapped them 30 times a day until he was [-] years old. It is impossible to establish a school even if it is famous for a hundred generations.

I thought that this life would just pass by like this, and if you don’t achieve fame, you won’t be successful. Those heroic and crazy people, those who sing about wine, and those deeds that are admired by thousands of people have nothing to do with him, and they have been depressed since then. On the contrary, the enemy came to the door, and the three surrounded him, shattering the meridians of his whole body, and then threw him into the mass grave.

At the critical moment of life and death, he was able to listen to Tianyin, and a thing called "system" came to him, saved his life, and changed his life.

Old Feiguang paid a huge price. When he climbed out of the mass grave, his beard and hair were all white, and his whole body was bent. No one would believe that this was a man under forty years old.So he followed suit and took the name Feiguang Laoer in a self-deprecating way.

Now Yi Zhen is standing in front of him, talented, young and sharp, armed with a peerless weapon, his face does not change when he confronts four martial arts masters, and he shoots one of them down very quickly, his heart suddenly surges With strong jealousy and resentment.

As soon as the two sides touched, a blue sword light suddenly rolled up behind Yi Zhen, covering his whole body in it.

The shadow of the sword is green, the wind of the sword is misty and soft, and the sword is continuous, like a jade-colored wisteria that is rapidly branching and sprouting in the snow, or like a winding thawing spring river in March, full of biting murderous intent in a pleasing to the eye .

The visitor only used a sword, and he swung it with a spirit of inescapable escape.

"Ying Zhongshan Ghost Sword, I have taught my brother!"

The sword edge of the Mountain Ghost Sword swayed with a wave of emerald green, and with one movement, it was the heaviest and most powerful "Spiritual Cultivation Yan Hua", sweeping towards Yi Zhen's throat, chest and abdomen, and knees.Her sword light is cold to the bone, but the sword intent is full of the spring light of all things. When the old power is not dissipated, the new power has been regenerated, and it is endless and endless.

Yi Zhen does not seem to be standing in the heavy snowfall anymore, he seems to be in a jungle thousands of miles away, the green branches and vines in front of him are hanging one after another, one pile after another, but these are not purely for beauty and pleasing to the eye It is not a scene, but a truly deadly killing array.

The sword net of the Mountain Ghost Sword was woven in an instant, overwhelming Yi Zhen and overwhelming him!

The coercion of the sword wind is as real as it is, turning the air into a boiling sea of ​​ice. If Yi Zhen didn't have the Donghai Huayujue body protection, his skin would have been shattered into pieces by the sword formation like a thousand knives. Countless pieces of blood.But he didn't retreat or evade, in Mingrui's focused eyes, only a clear light shone.

"Good talk!"

He stretched his body to raise his breath, stretched out his stabbing hand, and Mo Luo's phantom body was like smoke and mist, and the sound of "ding ding ding ding" was endless.The Mountain Ghost Sword is on top, dotted with sword flowers, just like the blue sea pouring from the nine heavens, while Yi Zhen stands below, it is an offensive going upstream against the current and smashing the waves.

The murderous intent was so strong that it was suffocating. One side said "see the teaching" and the other side said "it's easy to talk about", but neither side had any intention of communicating and discussing.This is a pure fight to the death, both of them have tried their best, and they have planned thousands of times in their hearts to face each other's death.

It was only a short time on the field, and the Mountain Ghost Sword had already clashed with Yi Zhen hundreds of times. Although the power of the sword was not exhausted, they knew exactly how Wanren Mountain lost just now.The armor Yi Zhen was wearing was not ordinary. He used thousands of bullets to shatter Wan Renshan's most proud and complacent knife.

Therefore, the sword power of Shan Ghost Sword changed suddenly, from the head-on "Lingxiu Yanhua" to the tricky "Shen Li Nuluo".This move requires the mind to move at will, and the sword to move with the heart, just as no matter how rugged and steep a cliff is, it is also covered with greenery. When this move is used, no matter how incredible the target is, it must be pierced by the sword tip.

The blue light all over the sky turned into one, turning into a thin line, flowing on the quiet and beautiful blade of the Mountain Ghost Sword, slanting toward Yi Zhen.This sword was aimed at his right rib, which was almost the armpit of a human body.

What Yi Zhen practiced was hitting for nothing, taking off the armor, which is equivalent to bare hands, and the moves with bare hands cannot escape the six-character mantra of chopping, chopping, piercing, holding, sliding, and pressing. Neglect of prevention, so can only take the route of fighting fast.

Now that she teases her, not to mention that she is practicing for nothing, even people who practice swords, knives, and long whips will not react.Even if this move is blocked by Yi Zhen, the next move is aimed at the back of his thigh to cut off the artery, it will only take a moment.

The tip of the sword seemed to be flowing along the water, and it slipped to Yi Zhen's side in a silky manner, and he really couldn't guard against it... Maybe he couldn't guard against it.

His hand sprang out like a snake, and his right arm slapped the ribs on the same side, and suddenly clamped the Mountain Ghost Sword to his side!Yi Zhen's physical body intersected with the sword's edge, and the sound he made was actually the crisp sound of metal and stone.

"Because this trick has already been used by others, so no matter how you use it, even if you use a trick, it's just an imitation." Yi Zhen said softly.

Facing the opponent's face with a sudden change of expression, his true energy pierced through the body of the sword, and his five fingers clenched tightly. The Mountain Ghost Sword had already hit the armor hundreds of times before, and at this moment it was finally unable to support itself, making a broken sound, as if Flowers were flying all over the sky, and the blue fragments splashed out, mixed with the heavy snow.

The long sword was destroyed, and the inner strength rushed into the limbs and bones. The mountain ghost sword spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the hilt flew out of the hand.She was eager to withdraw and retreat, but Yi Zhen couldn't give her a chance to retreat, her fingertips pierced her throat suddenly, and in the white ice and snow, a bloody flower quickly bloomed and quickly withered.

Shan Guijian died, Yi Zhen turned his head and looked at old Feiguang.It was snowing heavily, and one person was still missing.

"Young man, young is awesome." Old Fei Guang looked at him and said in a hoarse voice.

Yi Zhen watched him quietly, without any joy on his face, and it was impossible to see that he had killed two masters just now.

"Why bother, you are not very old, why are you pretending to be very old?"

Old Fei Guang laughed twice, his voice was like a jackdaw, very creepy.

"My age is not old, but my heart and body are already old, very old, very old!" Fei Guang said, "Young man, you are very capable, but that's all there is to it .”

"Really," Yi Zhen asked, "Why?"

The smile on Old Fei Guang's face deepened, and against his thin, skeleton-like face, this smile was utterly frightening.

"Didn't you realize that when you lift your true energy, your abdomen and heart will contract severe pain?" He said meaningfully, "Fei Guang's fame has not only depended on these two hands, one old face!"

Yi Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Oh...you poisoned?"

Old Fei Guang slowly suppressed his smile, and said in a low voice, "Fei Guang Fei Guang... I advise you to have a glass of wine."

His voice was still so hoarse, but his tone changed, becoming long and ethereal, as if he was humming an old ditty.

Yi Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly, and in his memory, something seemed to be moved.

He had actually heard of this name before!

——Fei Guang Fei Guang, persuade you to have a glass of wine.I don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick, but the moon is cold and the sun is warm, to fry people's life.

"Fried life".

The highly poisonous poison listed in the "Poison Classic" is colorless, odorless, and disperses in the wind. The poisoned person's organs and flesh will shrink and become stale in just a few breaths, as if all the remaining years have been exhausted in an instant.

"It turns out that Jianrenshou is the poison you made." Yi Zhen said, "It's a pity that it will be lost here today."

Old Feiguang's smug smile froze on his face, the muscles on his face twitched, and he murmured, "You...how are you okay?"

Yi Zhen's tentacles of mental power penetrated into the surrounding air forcefully, and within his range of perception, those transparent poison concepts were unobstructed. They were quickly pulled away from the wind and snow, and finally landed on his hand, beating slightly. Like a formless fire.

"Let me tell you why I'm fine."

Yi Zhen's figure disappeared on the spot, and he flashed in front of Lao Er Fei Guang, striking out with a flat palm!

Old Fei Guang hastily slapped him, and besides the pair of sharp armors, he seemed to have hit something.

"I don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick. I only see that the moon is cold and the sun is warm, and it's here to fry people's life." Yi Zhen slapped this palm, then floated back, his big sleeves fluttered like a butterfly, "Good sentence, you have a good one too name."

Old Fei Guang's eyes froze, he kept his palms together, and a line of black blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Heavy snow covered his shoulders, and then it collapsed suddenly, splashing, and scattered on the empty snow field.

Yi Zhen stood where he was and said, "The last one, do you want me to look for it, or do you show up yourself?"