(A few hours ago, I learned that a fellow writer, "Ghost Emperor VII", had passed away due to illness, and I was very sad.) The so-called rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and the thing hurts it. Nanchao also had a great sense of crisis in his heart, and it seemed that he really had to take the time to have a comprehensive physical examination. I remember not having a medical check-up for many years, either out of fear or by other excuses...... Life is impermanent. ）

Wang Zuo looked at Liang Qiufeng and couldn't help but be shocked: But a martial artist at the level of strength actually wants to be strong and block the way, and he simply doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

With a sneer on his face, he strode over and shouted, "Get out of here!"

Liang Qiufeng stood still, and the wounded sword was raised, and his fingers were flat.

"Since I don't know how to advance or retreat, then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless. ”

Picking up the giant axe, Wang Zuo's move was simply split on the head, wanting to split Liang Qiufeng in half.

"Be careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing that the other party was attacking fiercely, Zhang Jiangshan and others behind couldn't help but exclaim. They had long believed that Liang Qiufeng was a genius who was unique in ten thousand and had great potential, otherwise they would not have followed him south. It's just that potential is potential after all, and it is not the same as strength.

At present, there is a huge disparity in the strength of the two sides, and Liang Qiufeng is in a very bad situation.

Airplanes!

True qi was concentrated, and the blade of the sword made a clear sound.

"Horizontal Sword Pose!"

A sword is across the chest, like a mountain, like a rushing stream.

Bang!

Wang Zuo's giant axe slashed up, but was blocked by the momentum of the sword, making a loud noise.

Hiss!

He was originally sitting on a horse, condescending, and with the advantage of the horse, he could increase his attack power, which should not be underestimated. Under the clinker axe, it is like cutting on a boulder, in vain. The force of the shock came back, and the mount was very hard to scream, and it was very uncomfortable.

Liang Qiufeng only took a small step back.

This scene. was seen by many people and couldn't help but be stunned.

Liang Qiufeng is not more than the ninth stage of the Qi Dao, but Wang Zuo is already a figure of the fifth stage of the Qi Dao, and the gap between them in the realm is like a chasm. Zuo Ming, who was also an airway before, only worked a few face-to-face efforts, and was hit to vomit blood and fell away, why could Liang Qiufeng block it.

It's so counterintuitive.

Wang Zuo's eyes burst into light and shouted: "There are some doorways, I'll see if you can block a few axes." ”

Calm down, and suddenly the horse's belly is clamped between his legs. The horses galloped and roared.

Call!

The giant axe was lifted high, and a "force split", the posture of the axe was extremely fit. The momentum is even more amazing. The blade of the axe slashed through the void, and even made a hissing sound of cracking the air, which was terrifying.

Liang Qiufeng took a breath, still "horizontal sword style".

This time, however, the trajectory of the horizontal sword is quite different, and between the horizontal swords, it seems to be connected to something. The momentum is suddenly stimulated, even if it is invisible, but the people around can faintly sense it.

Zhang Jiangshan's heart sank, and he looked back with an illusion: at this moment. He actually felt that the Zhongnan Village behind him seemed to come to life.

The village is alive?

This feeling is mysterious, very subtle, but also real.

Disheveled!

This time, the bombardment between the axes and swords made an even louder sound. It was like a thunderbolt from the ground and exploded.

Dust billowed out.

Liang Qiufeng did not move on his feet. But the ground was sunk all around, and it was half a foot deep. But he stood firmly, and the muscles of his arms visibly bulged and bounced slightly under his shirt.

On the other hand, Wang Zuo's side is even more uncomfortable.

He felt that the object of the sharp axe was not a sword at all, but a mountain, a huge mountain.

If the previous blow, this mountain was only a little rudimentary and a little bold, then now with a blow, the whole mountain seems to come to life, making a roaring mountain sound, as if it cannot be violated.

Wang Zuo has seen countless enemies, but he has never encountered such a situation: what grade of sword style is used by the other party, and it can show such a huge momentum.

Ground level?

How could it be that a mere martial artist at the strength level, about twenty years old, could master such a high-level sword technique?

It's unbelievable.

Although it is said that the martial arts are the same way, the level of martial arts and martial arts is by no means the same as the individual's cultivation situation, and there is often a situation of overstepping the level of learning. But this leap is generally just beyond one level, and it is unlikely that it will go beyond too much.

After all, personal cultivation is not good, and the conditions in all aspects cannot keep up, so naturally they cannot master high-level martial arts.

However, the appearance of Liang Qiufeng seems to have reversed this general principle, which is incredible.

Under the blow, Wang Zuo suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately activated his true qi, pouring the huge counterforce he had received under him.

Hiss!

The horses beneath him let out a mournful roar, and the four legs of the horses snapped together, and they fell to the ground with a bang, and the horse's mouth opened and blood flowed from its mouth. In the pool of blood, there were still some vague fragments, vaguely viscera and other things.

It can be said that after Wang Zuo's borrowing, this unlucky horse almost withstood most of the shock force, and where could it withstand it, he was shocked to death on the spot.

Wang Zuofei jumped to the ground, staring at Liang Qiufeng who was standing opposite with burning eyes, and wanted to see through and see through this young swordsman.

The mind sketches and replays the process of attacking and defending just now.

"No, it's not just his defensive sword momentum, but also other storage zài ......"

Wang Zuo's mind showed a spiritual light and captured certain trajectories: he noticed that when Liang Qiufeng's sword was sideways just now, the sword momentum seemed to trigger some formation prohibitions, thus condensing to form a barrier, which could flawlessly block his axe and cause a huge counterattack.

In a word: take advantage of the situation!

Thinking of this, Wang Zuo's face became even more solemn.

Borrowing is a big martial arts category, there are many ways to use it, and the clever means of borrowing power are unpredictable, but it is quite a powerful mental cheat.

For example, the legendary "Fighting Cattle Across the Mountain" is an example. A punch was thrown, and the mountain was huge and immovable, but the ox on the other side of the mountain was hit, killed or wounded. This kind of attack is almost like God.

So, where will the momentum borrowed from Liang Qiufeng's sword move come from?

Wang Zuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly noticed the small village.

The trees, the furnishings, the houses, on the surface, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary, but who knows? If the whole village were set up in a array, all doubts would be solved and answered.

It seems that these escapees have extraordinary backgrounds and have a lot of backgrounds......

Wang Zuo's face was gloomy, and he suddenly said, "We will come back soon." ”

With that, turn around and take a step.

Immediately afterward, a disciple dismounted with interest and gave way to the horses.

Wang Zuo got on his horse, shouted, and walked away. The disciples didn't dare to ask more, so they rode their horses to follow.

A team of people walked away without a figure for a moment.

After they left, Zhang Jiangshan and the others were relieved, the crisis was finally resolved, and the eyes that looked at Liang Qiufeng had different meanings.

Zhang Jiangshan stretched out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips: "They said they would come back soon, what should I do then?"

This time, although Liang Qiufeng exerted his might and turned the other party away, what about the next time?