Yang Shu Mei Ying

A few feet away, Jun Shuying could clearly feel that the sharp sword exudes the murderous spirit of Xeon. The gentle man just now became as sharp as a sword in his hand.

Jun Shuying snorted coldly, stepped on the ground with his left foot, soared into the sky, and waved the bamboo flute in his hands in the air.

The sword in Chu Feiyang's hand stroked lightly, turning away the siege from encirclement. He didn't see how he acted. He disappeared like a sudden, disappeared in place, but suddenly appeared in front of Jun Shuying the next moment, followed by a sense of oppression that was as heavy as oppression. Chu Feiyang slashed the sword from the bottom up, the angle was tricky.

A stunned sound was the sound of the sword intersecting with the bamboo flute. The two fell apart with a single blow, separated suddenly, and drifted away.

Jun Shuying secretly surprised. Chu Feiyang's internal force was obviously above him, and even a trifle was slightly better than him. As a ghostly and quick body, Jun Shuying thought he could not do it himself. The first person in the Central Plains martial arts really did not have a reputation.

Chu Feiyang swept backwards while drawing a few swords with his sword, and that sword attacked Jun Shu with a thunderous trend, which was the trick he had just made, but the power was obviously more powerful than him. Jun Shuying didn't dare to make a hard connection, he could only hurriedly turn in the air to avoid it.

However, Chu Feiyang suddenly appeared in front of him from a few feet away. He lifted his sword and stabbed him. Jun Shuying could only hurriedly block. The two exchanged a few tricks in mid-air, and the sound of weapons connecting continued to rush.

Jun Shuying has never seen anyone with such fast swordsmanship. He was even a little horrified to think that that speed was simply not achievable by humans. With his skill, he couldn't even see the man's moves. He could only cope with his intuition and gradually showed weakness.

A thump was the muffled sound of a fist hitting the flesh.

Jun Shuying fell from the air, fell heavily to the ground, coughed up some blood, and struggled to get up.

Chu Feiyang landed in mid-air, with his toes a little, raised his sword and attacked again, without any stagnation.

Jun Shuying struggled to resist, gradually showing no support.

Chu Feiyang knew that his punch with full internal force on his body would cause serious internal injuries, and Jun Shuying was now just supporting him with hard labor. At the moment, he turned around and swept backwards. He changed his sword style like the breeze and was empty and casual. He lifted his sword and struck down from the beginning.

Jun Shuying is worth the time to hold the bamboo flute against his head.

I didn't know what material was added to the bamboo flute, but it was extremely hard. Under such a powerful blow, it didn't break, just cracked a few lines. Jun Shuying slipped to the ground at his feet. Only now he had been pressing the blood and blood that had surged into his throat with strong internal force, and now his strength was released, and he vomited a lot of blood at the moment, and he coughed.

"You lost." Chu Feiyang said lightly, condescendingly looking at the terrible Jun Shuying on the ground, holding his sword to slash.

Jun Shuying struggled to sweep back, avoiding the life-threatening sword, but still let the sword gas cut a long blood in front of his chest. The black clothes on his chest immediately became a little darker.

Chu Feiyang wanted to lift his sword and stab, and a sound of flute sounded in his ear. The melody turned out to be soft and graceful, totally incompatible with this murderous battlefield.

Chu Feiyang took a moment's attention, but found that he had lost the opportunity to kill the man who was lying a few feet away and was blowing the bamboo flute in a wolf howling posture.

Because the flute sound came out, I didn't know where there were countless large and small poisonous snakes, countless large and small poisonous scorpions, all kinds of poisonous insects, densely packed, hissing on the ground. His voice slowly moved closer to him.

Chu Feiyang could only retreat to the edge of the cliff, but those poisons followed closely. As the flute sounded loudly, he actually bounced and attacked Chu Feiyang who had reached the edge of the cliff.

Chu Feiyang spun up, the sword pointed out a circle of sword gas, turned around him twice, and suddenly rose outward, the poisonous insect died immediately. The blood of the stump fell down one after another, and a foul smell spread.

At this point the sound of the flute had stopped, and the remaining poisonous snakes and venoms disappeared as soon as the tide ebbed, probably hidden under the earth.

Chu Feiyang looked around, where did he see the shadow of Jun Shuying

With a sigh of relief, Chu Feiyang picked up the scabbard and inserted the sword, and went down the mountain.