Chapter 35 thirty five

Hearing the words with angry eyes, he suddenly said: "So that's the case! It's Mr. Wu who thinks carefully." Yan Wuhong chuckled and continued: "Your pair of tricks are big and big, but it's a pity that the light is not enough, the light is not enough Cun yo..." She stared at her with anger, but Yan Wuhong laughed even more, so she simply turned her head and ignored her, holding her breath and shouting: "The first competition of the third group, Yanxia Sword, Shen Feiyun, and Ghost Shou Xingjun!" As soon as the voice fell, a figure rose from the crowd, and after a slight pause in the air, it shot towards the ring like lightning.The landing was swift and direct, without any buffer, and it was inserted straight into the stage like a javelin, motionless.

Long Ziwen looked at Jun Ziao, and said: "This man's lightness kung fu is really good, but he is full of evil spirits, and he doesn't seem to be kind. Seeing that he doesn't have a sword in his hand, he should be the Xingjun, right?" Jun Ziao nodded and said: "Yes, right It's him. When I first saw him perform lightness kung fu, I felt that he was different from ordinary people. I just didn't know how his kung fu is. Now I have to watch it carefully." At this time, another person rose from the sky and fell on the stage like a red cloud. This person was dressed in red, with a handsome face, he looked like a nobleman, and he held a long sword in his left hand. It is "Smoke Sword" Shen Feiyun.

As soon as Shen Feiyun landed on the ground, he cupped his fists and saluted Si Xingjun, saying: "Brother Si's lightness kung fu is really unfathomable, and my younger brother is willing to bow down. I hope brother Si will give you a lot of advice when we fight later, and my younger brother will thank you in advance." Si Xingjun lowered his head slightly, looked straight at the ground, and without looking at Shen Feiyun, he snorted coldly and said: "Stop talking nonsense, let's move in quickly!" If he didn't buy it, he couldn't help feeling angry, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "I'll offend you if I do this!" After saying that, he put his hand on the hilt of his sword and drew it out of its sheath.

Si Xingjun glanced coldly, and said: "It's a pity to have a good sword!" Shen Feiyun became more angry when he heard the words, and with a light whistle, he straightened his sword and stabbed Si Xingjun.Si Xingjun shifted his steps, dodged the sword, and struck Shen Feiyun with his palm. Shen Feiyun retracted the sword sideways, and slashed at Si Xingjun's wrist with the blade, forcing Si Xingjun to withdraw his palm, and shook the sword to attack Si Xingjun in the opposite direction.He connected his sword with his sword, without any pause, and made eighteen strikes in a row, without giving Si Xingjun the slightest chance to counterattack, completely gaining the upper hand.

Si Xingjun dodged again and again, but he still couldn't get out of Shen Feiyun's sword curtain. He couldn't help but feel depressed, his face became more and more fierce, and his eyes shot out a chilling evil light, like a ghost in hell. Jun Ziao's heart shuddered, he only felt that Si Xingjun gradually began to exude a cold and evil aura, and his whole person seemed to be gradually turning into a madman and ghost, and he couldn't help being shocked.Long Ziwen was also aware of this, frowned and said: "This person's evil spirit is so strong that he doesn't look like a human anymore...I'm afraid something bad will happen to Shen Feiyun!"

Shen Feiyun noticed that the other party's expression was abnormal, and his heart was also shuddered. He could only feel the chill rushing up his whole body, and there was a hint of fear in his heart. He gritted his teeth to raise his breath, and stabbed six more swords. Si Xingjun saw the sword light chasing him again, and his anger couldn't help but grow stronger. After flashing two swords, he suddenly let out a scream, ignored the long sword stabbed by Shen Feiyun, and stretched out his hand to grab Shen Feiyun's face. go. Shen Feiyun didn't expect that the opponent would use such a style of attack that would hurt both sides, so she couldn't help but turn pale with fright, she hurriedly withdrew her sword and jumped back, barely dodging the quick grab, but once the offensive stopped, Si Xingjun had already lost his temper. opportunity for a counterattack.

Si Xingjun stood still, his eyes were filled with evil light, and his whole body could not stop emitting waves of evil energy. Shen Feiyun didn't dare to attack again, so he used his whole body to defend himself with all his strength. In the viewing platform, the sharply dressed swordsman who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly brightened his eyes and let out a light gasp. Seeing this, Wu Kang said in a deep voice, "Did you also see the blood sorrow?" The swordsman nodded slightly, fixed his eyes on the boss Xing Jun, and said in a deep voice: "That's right." His voice was hoarse, gloomy and depressing.Yan Wuhong wondered beside him, "What did Mr. Wu and Brother Yuwen see?"

Wu Kang smiled slightly, and said: "After all, our hard work was not in vain at this meeting. It is a great fortune to have such an unexpected harvest!" Could it be that someone in my generation can't do it?" Wu Kang smiled and said nothing, but the swordsman Yuwen Xueshou replied in a deep voice, "That's right!" The evil energy was overwhelming on the stage, Si Xingjun raised his head to the sky and let out a scream, staring at Shen Feiyun, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, and said ruthlessly: "I will break your bones, break your tendons, tear your flesh, and peel you!" The skin!" The voice was like a ghost crying, which made people feel heartbroken.

Shen Feiyun's fear increased greatly, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand. He hurriedly calmed down and urged his true energy to resist, but under the evil and ferocious eyes of Si Xingjun, he still couldn't help shaking all over his body.He gritted his teeth, jumped up with all his strength, and shouted: "Stop talking wildly, and I'll talk about it after taking over my trick!" The long sword swung swiftly, and reddish rays of light appeared in the air, as if under the setting sun. As gorgeous as the sunset.The red awns cascaded down one after another, serving as a hood to Si Xingjun.

21 saint Si Xingjun looked up and snorted coldly: "Are you juggling?" Just as the voice fell, the person shot to the side like lightning, flashing red light.After a slight pause, he jumped into the air again, met Shen Feiyun's eyes, smiled evilly, and pushed him with a palm. Shen Feiyun was startled, and hurriedly swung his sword forward to stab.He only felt that Si Xingjun's palm was coming slowly and it didn't seem very powerful. He expected that the long sword would definitely stab it down first.Unexpectedly, when Si Xingjun's palm was pushed halfway, it suddenly accelerated, and it hit his chest with lightning speed.There was a huge earthquake like a heavy hammer, and Shen Feiyun felt his whole body lose strength, fell from the air into the ring, and passed out.

At the same time, Si Xingjun also shot down the stage like an arrow, ignoring that Shen Feiyun was already unconscious, and kicked Shen Feiyun heavily, lifting Shen Feiyun to a height of more than ten feet, then turned around and kicked Shen Feiyun to the ground. Kick it out several feet, fly straight to the heads of the people in front of the stage, and then fall down quickly. The spectators hurriedly dodged while exclaiming, and immediately gave way to a large open space.Without any buffer, Shen Feiyun fell heavily to the ground and lay down motionless, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.Si Xingjun stood on the stage, his eyes still fixed on Shen Feiyun fiercely, frightening the nearby observers even more afraid to move forward. Jun Ziao frowned deeply, he only felt that Si Xingjun's actions were too vicious, and he felt disgusted in his heart.He was on the side of the stage, and it was inconvenient to go to the stage to rescue him, so he shouted loudly in the direction where everyone in Yan's class was standing: "Master Yan, Mr. Shen is seriously injured, please help him!" Yan Zhen heard the words He hurriedly sent several people to rush forward, carried Shen Feiyun out of the crowd, and sent him back to the inn to heal his injuries.