He watched this sword for a moment, and then the first blade actually trembled from Yang Renting’s double sword winding through the tangential white wrist.
Yang Renting’s sword net quickly closed the hilt and sent it forward, hitting the wind and clear blade.
Feng Qingyang joined the situation and suddenly it was very different. He stepped on Zhouyi’s sixty-four hexagrams and divinatory symbols, interspersed with Yulong and other three people. It was not easy to make a move, but it was a broken sword when he made a move.
Yang Hiring Ting thought to herself that the combination of the jade girl’s plain heart sword and the left and right double swords was as good as the sewing of the day. Today, it was always taken for granted by this Huashan Sect’s sudden sword move, and the heart also gave birth to a somewhat impetuous sword.
After all, the young strength is still insufficient compared with Yang Renting, so that every time the head is in a hurry, Yang Renting is forced to sweep the blade with deep strength.
It’s hard to win or lose when four people are fighting endlessly.
There are buildings, swords and shadows, and the drizzle bridge is undercurrent.
Boom
A water column with a foot of four or five meters exploded from the bridge, and the water droplets crackled on the bridge.
Three figures rushed out of the water, and Fang Yunhan punched the black French king right in the left shoulder, beating him like an overturned boat in the water, paddling a large river and hitting the bank of the river with bluestone to build a washing step.
Mu Hongyu also hit Fang Yunhan in the middle of the back with a palm.
Although she hit her face with this palm, she was surprised.
Because Fang Yunhan’s arms were wide open, the two shoulder blades were squeezed to the middle for a moment, and Mugongyu’s right palm was deadlocked.
"hey!"
The boy in black vomited blood in his mouth and roared with anger. His hands slapped the water and the whole flag rocket seemed to fly in the big waves.
His castration was so fast that he left the water for nine meters in an instant. Two shoulder blades locked Mu Hongyu’s right palm. This extremely high speed actually tore Mu Hongyu’s right arm from his shoulder when he was in the water.
"ah! ! ！”
A scream of blood spilled long.
Chapter 25 Yearning for Jianghu
Bellowing to the restaurant, when Yang Renting’s double swords fit together, this second-floor restaurant ceiling lightly stepped on one foot, just like a light thunderstorm on a summer night, which spread its wings in the air and broke away from the struggle between the four of them.
When he was swept out of the restaurant in white, the second eaves of the sword also picked up several tiles.
Feng Qingyang and others came to chase after their own work, only to find that Yang Hiring Ting didn’t walk the streets and walked over the roof for more than ten meters. He was about to fall with a sword and shake off a piece of tiles.
Bang!
Tiles fell to the ground, but the beautiful image of white clothes actually rose again with that little strength.
She repeated this three times in the middle, moving three tiles at the cost of flying in a straight line from the restaurant to the drizzle bridge by the shortest path.
Feng Qingyang and others care for each other.
How much force can a flying tile borrow? Even if a swallow or a sparrow is afraid, there is no way to pedal from this tile, right?
This woman’s swordsmanship just now has opened their eyes, but after all, she is still aware of it, and at this time, her flying skill has really reached a shocking level.
This is not surprising.
Yang Renting’s martial arts from the ancient tomb sect can be traced back to the Southern Song Dynasty, when Jin Yangong, the most powerful true sect in Wulin, claimed that he could take thirty-seven steps without the help of external forces after practicing Dacheng, but Wang Zhongyang, the founder of the Sect, estimated that there was no second Dacheng.
However, if the ancient tomb school wants to achieve lightness skill, it needs to catch eleven flying sparrows with bare hands. This rule of the ancient tomb school is that every generation has actually practiced extremely lightness skill.
Fang Yunhan resolutely entered the water conservancy before, which was different from the ground pressure, and exerted his deeper advantages. He seized the opportunity with Yuto, the two great French kings of Sun, Moon and Shinto, to seriously injure the black French king and control his back bones. He tore off Mu Hongyu’s arm, but he got a palm in his back and suffered some injuries after all.
When the white shadow passed through the water and rescued Mu Hongyu with one hand, it was sharp and firm, and Yunhan, who was falling to the surface of the water, came to cheer up and split his hands.
The palm of your hand is firm but gentle, which counteracts Yang’s engagement. After standing on tiptoe, she waded over the water and turned over to the shore.
"The Black King withdrew"
Yang Renting’s words have already taken Mu Hongyu away from the Black French King, and when he pressed the Huanyi stone steps with one hand and was about to jump ashore, he suddenly splashed Tianshui behind him.
Half-length falling into the river, Chinese Yunhan stirred the river with his hands, and waves of water mixed with his palm like hundreds of pounds of sledgehammers, and he just turned around and turned to the black king.
At this time, Fang Yunhan was soaked to the skin, but his shoulders and head emitted wisps of smoke, which was forced to transpiration water.
His eyes are almost like a lion climbing and biting.
That woman in white has made great efforts to chase Mo, but you, the Black French King, are my target.
Do you still want to escape? !
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
White waves flooded the black king and even broke a large piece of Huanyi stone steps.
When there was a touch of red in the spray, Fang Yunhan waded through the water and picked up the dying black French king’s shore with one hand. After that, he jumped on the roof of Maple Leaf Street and journey to the south ran away.
Feng Qingyang and others rushed to everywhere at this time and chased them.
Fang Yunhan came all the way to the end of Maple Leaf Street, and his five fingers almost fell into the wall. After several easy ups and downs, he came to the wall with the Black French King.
The officers and men of the city wall are far away from here, and according to that set of rules, Wulin people can turn a blind eye when fighting.
They are also afraid that the master who flies all the way to climb is better than the falcon and ape, and simply goes a little further.
Fang Yunhan took the Black French King a few steps to the edge of the wall and bowed his head slightly in front of him.
"Give my regards to Elder Gong when you go."
At this time of the black French king, the corners of his mouth kept spitting out blood foam, but he still whispered back a few words.
"Teach, leader will I …"
Fang Yunhan listened carefully and smiled noncommittally, throwing the black French king outward
The black French king looked at the height of the wall getting farther and farther away from himself for an instant and finally realized what had happened.
Can the human body make him quickly approach the moment of death, or does he show a look of horror? It is as pale as a corpse, and the hand reaches high in vain but can cling to it.