Xuanyuan Jue

211 Chapter 3 Turning the tide ([-])
Feng Zhao swung his saber to break his leg, and then shook his palm to remove the broken body.Unexpectedly, as soon as the remnant body was gone, the long sword that struck was exposed from behind.

It turned out that after the cold wave kicked out the remnant body, it used it as a cover and flew to hide behind it.As soon as he saw Feng Zhao stretching out his left palm, he wanted to cut off his arm with his sword.

At this critical moment, Feng Zhao retreated abruptly, at the same time Ye Bilong hurriedly handed over his saber to his left hand, shouted violently, and cut off his power.

Leng Chaosheng thought he would succeed with one blow, but Feng Zhao knew how to wield knives with both hands?Hastily raised the sword, wanting to protect the vital parts of the head and chest first.

This Ye Bilong Saber was originally a treasured saber that could cut iron like mud, plus Feng Zhaoyun's profound inner strength, it was invincible wherever the blade reached, and with a "chi" sound, the long sword broke into two pieces.Leng Chaosheng's face turned even paler, holding a half-broken sword in his hand, pointing at Feng Zhao and standing silent.

"Since you have lost the long sword, even if the old man cuts you off with the treasured sword, I forgive you, you will not be convinced!" Feng Zhao said, thrusting the Yebilong sword into the ground. "Come! Let's die!"

Unexpectedly, when Leng Chaosheng pressed on the hilt of the sword, a few golden lights suddenly shot out from the mouth of the broken sword.It turns out that Leng Chaosheng's sword is hollow inside, and there is a "soul chasing golden needle" inside. There is a small hole on the tip of the sword, just squeeze the mechanism on the hilt hard, and the golden needle will be fired quietly.Those who have seen it in the early years have all died under the sneak attack of the golden needle. In addition, in recent years, the cold wave has become more and more refined in swordsmanship. The long sword alone can defeat the enemy, and the soul-chasing golden needle has not been used for a long time.Therefore, people in the current martial arts world only say the word "chasing the soul", which is to praise his superb swordsmanship.

Today, the cold tide rose and was forced into a desperate situation. In desperation, the old trick was repeated, trying to take advantage of Feng Zhao's unpreparedness and kill him in one fell swoop.

Seeing the golden needle piercing the front door, Feng Zhao firmly nailed his feet to the ground, and leaned back to the sky, making an "inverted iron bridge".

As soon as a few golden needles passed by, Feng Zhao felt two things coming at the back of his head. With a flick of his right foot, a flick of his left leg, and a sweep of his palms, his body turned sideways like a spinning top.Turning in the air, Feng Zhao had already copied the two objects in his palm, and with a slight pinch, he knew that the object in his palm must be the two willow-leaf long darts shot by Zeng San.Before he could stabilize his body, Feng Zhao threw two darts at once, one shot at Zeng San on the wall.

Zeng San was far away, so he quickly hid behind Zhang Shaoshang, Zhang Shaoshang raised his saber, and blocked the willow leaf long dart.But the rising cold tide was not so lucky, and a dart was nailed between the eyebrows if he couldn't dodge it in time.

Feng Zhao was as nimble as lightning, and he jumped straight in front of Leng Chaosheng, and with a "bang" palm, he pushed the willow leaf dart, which was half exposed, into his brain.

The skull was severely handed, and the cold wave rose to death immediately, but his body stiffened suddenly, and he stood still and did not fall down.Feng Zhao still couldn't understand his hatred, raised the Yebilong knife, raised the knife with his hand, and chopped off Leng Chaosheng's head. "Cold-blooded thief, let you also taste the taste of decapitation!"

As soon as Feng Zhao turned around, his chest was stained with blood, and Ye Bilong pointed with a knife, showing awe-inspiring power. "Zeng San, you bastard! What are you doing in hiding? Why don't you get the old man off!?"

"Yes!" Xianggua also hopped and scolded, "Fatty man, didn't you hear Uncle Feng's words? Get out of here and die!"

Zeng San ignored the two of them, but said to Zhang Shaoshang: "Boss Zhang, haven't you figured it out yet? That old thing has been deliberately procrastinating, he is obviously waiting for help! He alone is extremely difficult to deal with, if he comes again ..."

Zhang Shaoshang waved his hand and asked the dead man beside him, "How long is the time agreed with the Musketeers?"

The dead man said: "It's almost the same, but I haven't seen the signal yet..."

Zeng San said again: "Leader Zhang, the reason why the lord sent us first is because we don't want to make things too public... If we drag it on, not only will the whole city know about it, but even our 'Dark Yin Hall' Even a dead soldier would not be able to hold his head up in front of the lord!"

Zhang Shaoshang frowned and thought for a while, then said to Feng Zhao: "Master Feng, your martial arts are world-class, and I really admire you. How about this, you leave the long barrel and hand over the key, and I will let you go. Even How about we ignore the few lives you injured?"

"Hahaha..." Feng Zhao looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Do you think I am a three-year-old baby? 'Xuanyuan Jue' is here, and you may still have some scruples. If you hand it over, hehe..."

Zhang Shaoshang said: "The old man underestimated me, Mr. Zhang, if you still can't leave Feng's house alive after handing over the 'Xuanyuan Jue', I, Zhang Shaoshang, will hit you with a thunderbolt!"

Feng Zhao sneered and said, "Leave Feng's house alive? Hmph, put away your tongue-in-cheek tricks as soon as possible! When you leave Feng's house, you will be intercepted by the Musketeers from Prince Qing's Mansion. You have already set up a net outside, you boy What's the use of the red-mouthed and white-toothed oath here?"

Being poked into his heart, Zhang Shaoshang became angry from embarrassment. "The old man must be obsessed with his obsession?"

Feng Zhao bearded with a halberd, and his anger rushed to Xiaohan. "Come on! Let the old man kill me tonight!"

Zhang Shaoshang raised his saber and shouted: "Brothers, shoulder to shoulder!"

Taking advantage of all the dead men jumping off the wall, Zeng San shot three darts "swish, swish, swish".Feng Zhao dodges and throws the Ye Bilong knife back to Feng Shen. "Shen'er, this knife is reserved for your self-defense!"

Feng Shen grabbed the knife and said anxiously, "Father, what should you do?"

Feng Zhao raised his toe, and held Zi Yao's hemp spear in his hand. "One inch long and one inch strong, this spear is still handy! Shen'er, Xianggua, you don't need to help, rely on the pillars to protect the others, don't let me be distracted!"

"Okay!" Feng Shen and Xianggua agreed, and they retreated to the eaves with Feng Quan and others, each holding their weapons in full battle.

With a gun in hand, Feng Zhao looked as mighty as a god.Although Zhang Shaoshang and other dead men had jumped down, they didn't dare to attack rashly, they just showed their posture and slowly tightened the encirclement.

The fierce battle was about to break out, Feng Zhao took the opportunity to look up and found that the weapons used by all the dead soldiers were completely different.Zhang Shaoshang is holding a broad-backed ghost-headed sword; Sheng Zhang, master of Fenglei Hall, is holding several iron gallbladders; The Zhuo brothers each wielded a mace; but Qi Ping, the 'Ghost Foot Immortal', kicked the toe of the shoe on the courtyard bricks with a "chacha" sound with both hands empty, obviously wearing a pair of "tiger head stirrups" made of fine steel. ".

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer, Feng Zhao turned his attention and calmed down, watching all directions with his eyes and listening to all directions.Zhang Shaoshang winked, Shi Shengzhang raised his hand, and threw an iron gallbladder in his palm, hitting Feng Zhao's back hard.

Hearing the sound of the wind, Feng Zhao turned his gun back to block it, and the iron gall hit the barrel of the gun with a "drip", wiping out countless sparks.Fortunately, the gun shaft is made of iron, it only bends once, and then bounces straight again.

Shi Shengzhang missed a throw and quickly withdrew. Zhang Shaoshang, Wu Yuantu, and Yu Wenlie strode forward and attacked Feng Zhao with long and short weapons.

Feng Zhao has been through battle for a long time, when Shi Shengzhang hit the iron guts, he expected that they would be like this, so before the opponent's sword approached, Feng Zhao raised the iron tail of the gun upside down, and tied the hemp on the spear with a "hula" Spin, take defense and attack at the same time.

Seeing the sharpness of the gun, Zhang Shaoshang and others hurriedly scattered and jumped away. Feng Zhao hadn't closed his move yet, and a figure flickered under his eyes. under the plate.

Feng Zhao stepped forward, turned the spear into a stick, and drew it down according to Qi Ping.Qi Ping was lying sideways on the ground, but his body was like a swimming fish, he pressed his right hand on the ground, and quickly rolled to the side.I saw Qi Ping supporting each other with his hands, rolling faster and faster, at the end, he simply used his hands instead of feet, and turned his legs upside down in the air.

This kind of crazy style of play is exactly the "nine rolls and eighteen falls" in the ground trip. It moves before the intention is realized, and it is unpredictable, making the opponent at a loss.Feng Zhao knew it very well, and was about to dodge backwards, when the Zhuo brothers' mace swung towards him again.

(End of this chapter)