Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

Feng Xinglie took a step forward, and each step gave people the feeling of being as stable as Mount Tai. Even when he stepped on the ground, he felt the whole palace shake. This is of course an illusion. What shakes is not the palace, but the hearts of the viewers. Nian Liandan, who was carrying the black iron epee, suppressed a contemptuous smile, and replaced it with a dignified expression, his eyes shot together strangely, looking straight into Feng Xinglie's eyes. His "Flower Soul Immortal Method" is close to the spiritual miraculous work of Meng Chixing's lineage of the Demon Sect, which specializes in capturing people's souls.

Feng Xinglie immediately showed a look of bewilderment, and his footsteps froze. Nian Liandan was ecstatic in his heart, shouted loudly, raised the black iron epee from his shoulder, turned it into a flat pointing forward, leaned forward, shot out like a cannonball, the human sword merged into one, and stabbed fiercely towards Fengxing. Gu Qianlian and other people with weak eyesight turned pale and couldn't even scream. With wild energy, Nian Liandan rushed towards Feng Xinglie. Feng Xinglie's bewildered eyes suddenly became sharper, and with a roar, Zhang Er's red spear turned into an angry dragon, strangling forward.

This spear does not belong to any style in the Liaoyuan marksmanship, it is purely adapted to the current situation and picked up at will.But it also contains a unique move of Liaoyuan marksmanship. When Nian Liandan saw that he suddenly recovered, his heart shivered. What shocked him the most was that the other party was not affected by his "Flower Soul Immortal Technique" at all, and the confusion just now was just pretending to lure him to take the initiative. "Ho Ho!" Guns and swords twisted together. The two each took half a step back, and then the gun shadow flourished.

Nian Liandan stopped drinking and struck out with a sword. Within a short distance of only a few feet, the black iron epee weighing hundreds of catties unexpectedly undergoes several extremely different changes, suddenly weighing as much as ten thousand catties of giant iron, and suddenly light as a feather blown by the wind, making it difficult for people to touch it completely. There is no change in the strength of the epee. People on both sides were all sympathetic, they didn't expect Nian Liandan's swordsmanship to be so superb. "Clang clang!" With a speed faster than lightning, the Xuantie epee struck the tip of the Zhanger Red Spear three times.

Zhang Erhong Qiang wanted to launch an offensive three times, but Nian Liandan's exquisite swordsmanship completely sealed them off. What is more uncomfortable is the internal strength from the opponent's sword, which is light and heavy, which makes people feel so uncomfortable that they almost vomit blood, and there is a helpless feeling that there is nowhere to show their strength. The shadow of the gun dissipated. Nian Liandan let out a long laugh, rushed in from Zhengfang, and struck out a series of heavy swords. The most terrifying thing happened. Everyone present, regardless of skill level, could clearly feel that Nian Liandan wanted to attack everyone. Every attempt, the feeling was extremely clear, and there was a feeling that they knew it was so hard to resist.

Feng Xinglie's face was solemn, he put all his energy into his body, even blocked the opponent's seven swords, and retreated seven steps, completely lost the ability to fight back, and completely lost the little advantage he had at the beginning. The people on the side of Shuangxiu mansion certainly saw that their hearts had risen to their throats, but Nian Liandan's shock was no less than theirs. In the past twenty years, there have been very few people in the Western Regions who could stand against him, so this time he was invited to come to the Central Plains. Apart from getting rid of the curse of the Shuangxiu Mansion, he also wanted to be lonely, and wanted to stand up to the world and become immortal. Gongye, who would have thought that meeting this young opponent for the first time, could block his full-strength onslaught, why not teach him to be inexplicably shocked, and increase his killing intent even more.

The energy was centered on the two of them, swirling around the entire huge space of the mansion, and the hanging lantern ornaments were shaken off and smashed like fallen leaves in a gust of wind, dancing wildly on the heads of the two, with a terrifying momentum. Gu Qianlian almost cried when she saw it, she looked at Lang Fanyun, and saw that he was still resting up and leaning against the wall, watching with great interest, she felt relieved. At this time, Gu Zixian retreated to Lie Zhenbei, her pretty face was full of tears and she didn't realize it, no one knew better than her how powerful Nian Liandan was, but she still didn't expect him to be so tyrannical.

Qin Mengyao opened her beautiful eyes and watched the bloody battle on the field calmly. Lie Zhenbei stretched out a trembling hand, took Gu Zixian's slender hand, and said calmly: "Don't be afraid! He won't be so easy to lose." "Clang!" The crispest sound since the start of the war frightened the audience. It turned out that when Lian Dan wanted to strike the eighth sword, Zhang Er's red spear disappeared. "No gun power!" After Nian Liandan struck out the tenth sword, just as he was about to strike, Zhang Er's red spear retreated from the right waist to Feng Xinglie's back.

Nian Liandan sneered in his heart, thinking to himself that the boy wanted to seek death, and the black iron sword in his hand was condensed with more than sixty years of intensive cultivation, and he slashed down with one sword. Zhang Er's red gun spat out from Feng Xinglie's waist. The No Gun Power is really a unique move created by the unworldly hero Li Ruohai with painstaking efforts. It is to use the exchange of left and right hands behind the back to concentrate the whole person's emotions and spirits in one shot. Even Pang Ban was injured that day. Although Nian Liandan is a generation of martial arts masters and craftsmen, it is still difficult to compare with Pang Ban, can he stand in the way?

The point of the spear hit the point of the sword. Nian Liandan originally wanted to change his tactics to defuse it, but when the idea just came up, the tip of the spear had already shot fiercely at the tip of the sword. The explosion that shocked the audience happened at this moment. Both of them were shocked at the same time. Nian Liandan chased after him with a disconnected thread, staggered two times in a row before he stood still, his eyes flashed and looked back. Feng Xinglie only chased back three steps, and then he stood firm as a mountain, but the blood on his face faded, he was as pale as death, and it took a while to recover a little blood.

Debris from the sky above Aitang rained down on the two of them and on the ground. The eyes of the two locked and they did not back down. Lang Fanyun laughed and said: "This battle is over." Nian Liandan frowned and said, "Lang Fanyun, don't you think it's a bit bossy｜" Lang Fanyun ignored him, walked to Feng Xinglie, and said to the three women who came over: "Xinglie, go to the back hall immediately, and let Zixian use the double cultivation method to put the virgin Yin into your body." Feng Xinglie nodded slightly, and let the anxious Gu Zixian lead him to the inner hall. Of course Gu Bai and his daughters went after him. Only then did Lang Fanyun look at Nian Lian Dan, and said calmly: "Brother Nian, stop talking nonsense, if you want to hide in a corner and meditate cross-legged, no one will blame you, otherwise Mo Shu would not be able to leave alive." Nian Liandan's eyes lit up sharply, turned away, nodded and said: "Okay! Brother Lang cares about Nian so much, Nian should obey, but I must see how Brother Lang will kill me later." Whispering away Go to a corner, sit down cross-legged, and adjust your breath.Two concubines stood on both sides of him to protect the law. When the two were answering, the audience was silent, and the atmosphere was extremely calm. Lang Fanyun's eyes lit up like never before, and he shouted violently: "Shi Zhongtian! Do it." Shi Zhongtian suddenly realized that Qu Fanyun's whole body had become as sharp as a sword. He was startled, and pulled out his "Sword in the Stone" with all his might, and said coldly, "Brother Lang, please advise!" The Rain-Fuying sword that turned the clouds and frightened the world came out of its sheath. Except for Nian Liandan who fell down and slumped, the people here have the most brilliant eyesight.Seeing that it was not good to yell secretly, he knew that Shi Zhongtian's mind had been frightened by Lang Fanyun before he made a move, and if he did it, he would be dead. But it was too late. At some point, Lang Fanyun had already approached ten steps in front of Shi Zhongtian, and a flickering, blinding spot of light exploded in his arms, blooming like a flower. Shi Zhongtian let out a wild cry, and Shi Zhongtian swung out his sword.The sword did not reach the person, and the unshakable sword energy resounded through the air. Everyone had the urge to turn their ears off, but this seemingly clumsy but ingenious sword seemed to show that Shi Zhongtian was indeed qualified to challenge Lang Fanyun. The diffused spots of light suddenly retracted, turning into a ball of light. An Yujian disappeared without a trace in the air, feeling mysterious and mysterious. The flat ball met Shi Zhongtian's sword at a high speed that could only be detected by the naked eye. "Snapped!" The ball of light seemed to be scattered by the sword, turning into spots of light that splashed to every corner of the mansion. Knowing that the light spot would not really come, the people on both sides of the battle couldn't help but retreat further away. Qin Mengyao, who was sitting in a corner far away, had sparkling eyes, watching the unparalleled rain-covering swordsmanship for a moment, as if she was witnessing the happening of a god. No one benefits from it more than she does. Shi Zhongtian's swordsmanship has indeed reached the level of Zongjiang: but it is still far behind Lang Fanyun. Lang Fanyun's Rain-Overturning Sword has actually reached the supreme level of the hero's heyday a hundred years ago. The only difference is the "last move". Otherwise he's just another pass eagle. The sound of "jingle" is endless. For a time, the center of the mansion hall was filled with endless light spots and whistling sounds. "Clang!" The rain-covering sword returned to its sheath. Shi Zhongtian held the sword and pointed at the waves, his face was ashen. The afterimage of the light spot that was receding like a tide did not disappear until this moment. The hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling. After leaving Shi Zhongtian staggering, he returned to the scabbard, flew back, and walked out through the door without saying a word, just left like this. Lang turned over the clouds and looked inward with sharp eyes. A strange smile appeared on the corner of Li Chimei's mouth. "boom!" The wall to the right of Lang Fanyun exploded, and a red shadow flashed. At the same time, Nian Liandan, who had slumped down with his eyes closed, jumped up, flying over with his sword in the air. Li Chimei didn't delay for a moment, and struck out with both fists to Lang Fanyun with all her strength. The three top players outside the territory, Gaoqian, were attacked by the Red Sun Dharma King through the wall, and they launched the most deadly attack at the same time. This was also the only moment when he had an opportunity to take advantage of Lang Fanyun. His aura reached its peak during the decisive battle with Shi Zhong, and it was time to fall back.There must be ups and downs, this is the principle of the universe, and the waves and clouds are no exception. The moment before the Red Sun Dharma King broke the wall, Tu Mengyao, who had been sitting silently, jumped out of her seat, and the Flying Wing Sword came into her hand. The Red Sun Dharma King who pierces through the wall. She had been waiting for what would happen, and it finally came. Others couldn't even keep up with the sudden change in front of their brains.Let alone counterattack. Lie Zhen Beisu sat still, as if he didn't know what happened at all. Lang Fanyun didn't even look at the Red Sun Dharma King.The Rain-Fuying Sword returned to his hand, shooting out tens of thousands of light spots, facing the overwhelming offensive of Nian Liandan and Li Chimei.