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A look of astonishment flashed from the scholar's eyes, replaced by a kind of anxiety, and although it was a short time, he still quickened the pace of the pen. The layers of pen shadows in the www.biquge.info of the pen began to become strange and sharp, like a dragon running in the thunder, flying dragons and snakes, showing everywhere the difficult killing machine at that time.

Ye Yinfeng frowned, the 'Four Seasons Twilight Rain Sword Technique' in one hand was obviously not enough to fight against the other party, at this moment, he had already demonstrated this set of sword techniques over and over again, although there was not much danger for the time being. But after a long time, the other party must be familiar with the routines in his swordsmanship, and he will definitely find out the flaws in his swordsmanship and give himself a fatal kill.

The shadow of the sword in the dark night is a divine wind, and the ghostly pen creates a strong cold,

Ye Yinfeng, who couldn't help but dodge and leap, had been fighting with the scholar for no less than seventy or eighty rounds, and when Li Xiaoyao's heavy punch cut off the old man's vitality, both of them felt it, although they threw themselves into their own battles, they still felt it. The scholar, in particular, had a look of surprise and disbelief on his face, and at the same time he was secretly stunned. He didn't show the slightest flustery, he was still in an orderly manner, his moves were sharp and sharp, and he took a few miscanthus flowers under the dark night towards Ye Yinfeng's body.

Seeing the strong and fierce little shadow of the brush, Ye Yinfeng stepped calmly, and the iron sword in his hand flew towards the little cold stabbing general. The bladeless iron sword set off layers of curtain-like sword shadows in his hands, and the movements of stabbing, teasing, receiving, sweeping, guiding, and latching were all used by him with ease. The heartiness that he had never experienced before made his heart swell with great excitement.

The long sword reversed and pulled out from the bottom to the top, just hitting the opponent's brushstrokes, and then, Ye Yinfeng's body spun, his footsteps stepped on, and his body swept like a swallow, avoiding several other rays of brushstrokes. The sword in his hand trembled faintly, and the bluestone under his feet made a squeaky sound, Ye Yinfeng did not retreat at all because his martial arts cultivation realm was lower than the other party, on the contrary, what surged in his heart was a monstrous fierce battle intent.

The scholar was slightly surprised by the fact that the other man stabbed the tip of his pen with a sword, and at that moment he quickened his offensive again, and the death of the old man was a fatal disturbance to him. Although he didn't know how the little fat Taoist priest used that fatal blow, there was also a trace of panic in his heart at the moment.

The shadow of the pen in his hand erupted again, falling like a raging storm, and the layers of night mist became chaotic with his fierce attack, and the hazy mist seemed to be channeled and surged towards all directions.

The scholar's momentum changed suddenly, and he stood in the quiet of the night, his hazy robe hunting in the undulating night fog, and his long hair tied at random behind his head fluttered in the wind. He held the pen in one hand, and drew in the sky, and in an instant, a violent aura gradually arose as he slashed through the air.

A strong crisis surged into his heart, making Ye Yinfeng's sword stab even faster, he didn't know what the other party's action was, but he knew that the scholar's action of slashing through the sky gave an incomparably strong sense of crisis, it was a fatal crisis.

Drawing in the air, the scholar strode forward, but the movements in his hands never stopped, one stroke at a time, bringing a sky-shaking aura surging out, and the scholar was like being in the center of this violent and sky-shaking aura, he was the leader of the transcendent surging aura.

Step by step, stroke by stroke, trembling posture began to become violent, the scholar's eyes were solemn gaze and Yu Cheng's look. His eyes stared at the young man opposite, no words, only a spring and autumn pen in his hand, the pen breaks the world, and the spring and autumn pen spring and autumn reincarnation determines life and death.

Ye Yinfeng's sword stabbed away collided with the strong aura emanating from the pen, and it was immediately like a drop of water falling into the ocean, without any sound, without any collision of breath, everything was just so silent, like this unchanging night, which made people's hearts full of endless struggles.

Every time the scholar took a step forward, he would be churning with a torn strong aura, and Ye Yinfeng couldn't resist the cold aura of Shen Xiong at all, so he had to take a step back.

One step forward, one step back, they were already more than a dozen steps away from their original position, and the two cold figures did not emit an earth-shattering aura, but were very slow and gentle. One walked forward step by step with a large wolf pen in hand, while the other held a ghostly iron sword, taking a step back as his opponent moved forward.

The sword shadow trembled, and it hit the spring and autumn pen with a hook and a stroke, and the sword shadow seemed to be glued, and suddenly froze. At the moment of the dark iron, the movement of the Spring and Autumn Pen was fast, one stroke and one hook, one point and one horizontal, one vertical and one stroke, but this ordinary stroke evoked the most heart-wrenching dark turbulent atmosphere in the world.

Ye Yinfeng only felt that his bladeless sword was under a strong gravitational force, and his people also moved with the sword uncontrollably with the pull of the sword. There were all kinds of thoughts in his heart, and in the middle of these few breaths, the force of his own traction became greater and greater, and he almost couldn't control his body.

The churning air flow turned into ropes, and Ye Yinfeng seemed to be trapped in an open cage, although the iron sword in his hand could still be pierced, he had no room to move. This made Ye Yinfeng secretly anxious in his heart, he didn't know why the fat Taoist priest didn't come to help after killing the old man, what made him feel the most angry was that the fat Taoist priest was still standing there watching. Well, even if you don't help, you don't have to look at his jokes like this, even if you want to give him a kind of experience, that's pretty much it. The more Ye Yinfeng thought about it, the more angry he became, and the fat Taoist priest didn't seem to notice his danger at all, and he was still watching from the sidelines.

That's it, it seems that this fat Taoist priest can't be counted on, Ye Yinfeng has a little disappointment in his heart, but he is by no means the kind of master who is tied up. The pressure brought by the other party's Spring and Autumn Pen became more and more intense, and his body was almost unable to withstand the breath of wild pressure, and his body was even more bound by incomparable ropes, and he was also bound by the other party's strange exercises.

The movements in the scholar's hand became faster and faster, and the momentum of the spring and autumn pen became more and more vigorous, and with the rotation of the pen, there was a hissing sound of breaking the air. Wild and fierce, majestic and more and more so. As the scholar moved faster, the beads of sweat on his forehead became more and more dense.

Ye Yinfeng was already stuck in the mud at the moment, and he couldn't pull himself out at all, he couldn't help but speed up the true qi in his body, trying to break through the restraints laid by the other party. But at this time, the fast-moving true qi was like a stream that was difficult to flow, and it could not shake the slightest restraint laid by the other party's pen.

The restraints became tighter and tighter as he struggled, and countless thoughts flashed in Ye Yinfeng's heart, and he also searched his stomach to find a countermeasure, but he couldn't get rid of this kind of restraint that made his heart palpitate at all. He didn't know what kind of demon magic the other party had cast, and this Spring and Autumn Pen could seal this heaven and earth into an invisible cage, which he had really encountered for the first time.

The three subtle vortices in the dantian couldn't help but swallow Ye Yinfeng's fast-moving true qi, but what Ye Yinfeng didn't know was that the three subtle vortices in his dantian gradually grew larger as his fast-moving true qi went in and out, but they couldn't be detected with the naked eye and perception.

The frantic and fast-moving scholar stopped his movements, only to see the pen in his hand in the air a little, and suddenly, the violent aura around him became like a docile sheep, rising and falling with his movements. His footsteps stopped, and his eyes were full of lust and blood.

"It's your honor to be able to die on the 'finishing touch' of Xiaosheng's trick." The scholar's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said softly, and a smile appeared on his face. The Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand was still frozen in the air, he looked at Ye Yinfeng, who was bound by himself and could not move a point, and his eyes also showed a hint of relief, his eyes were as hot and excited as if he was admiring a work of art that he had carefully completed.

"The finishing touch", Ye Yinfeng had a trace of doubt in his heart, what kind of move was this, he had never heard of it. It's just that he heard a little confidence in the other party's tone, and he twisted his head with difficulty in this invisible cage, wanting to see some clues from the fat Taoist priest's body.

His eyes fell on the fat Taoist priest, and he found that Li Xiaoyao's face had become strangely pale, as if he had been painted with a layer of dead ash. There was a hint of depression and malaise in his eyes, and there were also some emotions that Ye Yinfeng couldn't understand, anyway, the information he could understand was despair, incomparably desperate.

Stunned in his heart, Ye Yinfeng knew that he could only give himself a glimmer of life by fighting between life and death, otherwise the other party would not be so confident that he would say all his tricks.

The scholar's eyes suddenly turned into cold cruelty, and without warning, he held the Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand and gently pointed at the center of Ye Yinfeng's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Ye Yinfeng felt that his soul was imprisoned, and that intense crisis came again with a heavy palpitating dead air. The stroke condensed into a thin long line, and the tip of the pen condensed into a little bright star-like light, carrying the momentum of thunder towards his eyebrows.

The imprisoned soul, the body that could not break free, Ye Yinfeng, who was trembling all over, felt that the god of death was so close to him at this moment, as if he would become a trophy in the hands of the god of death in the next moment.

Unyielding, unwilling, all kinds of tastes suddenly came to my heart, and the first thing that flashed in my mind was the slender figure of Tsing Yi, the soft warmth and heart-like daughter body fragrance, all of which suddenly exploded like a catalyst. The three subtle vortices in Ye Yinfeng's dantian suddenly erupted like a volcano, spewing out strands of true qi that shattered heaven and earth.

That true qi instantly flowed from his dantian to his body, and as those three vast and majestic true qi erupted, Ye Yinfeng's body was conscious in a short period of time, and he could once again dominate his body.

"Zheng", a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from the hands of the Ye Yinfeng, and the dazzling golden light went straight towards the scholar scroll with an incomparably powerful momentum. The dazzling golden light tore open a hole in the dark and silent night like a long exercise, and went straight to the boundless dome.

All the true qi went towards the golden sword like a torrent that broke the embankment, and in an instant, Ye Yinfeng's dantian seemed to be emptied, and there was not a drop of true qi left.

The scholar in front of him froze the smile he had just revealed, and before an exclamation could come out of his mouth, his vitality immediately withered and disappeared in an instant.

I saw that there was a hideous blood hole bubbling up his throat, and in addition to a little puzzlement and a little unwillingness in his eyes, he was more stunned and dazed.

The golden light in Ye Yinfeng's hand flashed, his whole body was already soaked, and his face was extremely pale, he could only stand the bladeless sword in the center of the street to support his body from falling. There was a hint of clarity in his eyes, and there was still a bit of luck, not far away was the fat Taoist Li Xiaoyao who was already sitting on the ground.

"I said fat Taoist, did you mean it just now, didn't you think about helping out."

"Senior brother, you are very talented, where can such an unpopular killer still need a big man like this Dao Ye, no, junior brother, you have leveled him down."

"You dead bull-nosed fat Taoist, do you have to wait until I die to make you happy, didn't you fight for this old life just now, do you think I can still stand and talk to you."

"Then aren't you standing now, who are you now, how do I feel how you stand on four legs, but it's quite majestic."

"What four-legged ,????????, roll, Young Master Ben is a scarecrow, specializing in scaring a vulgar bull nose like you."

"Sell sugar gourds!" A voice like a night owl suddenly broke the silence of the night, and a vague figure stepped out of the alley. A middle-aged man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes in a cloth coat and a hat carrying a scarecrow appeared in the sight of Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao.

The obscene middle-aged man in the cloth and hat couldn't help but look at the two figures in the heart of the street with a pair of thief eyes, the scarecrow he was holding was full of strings of sugar gourds, and the bright red sugar gourds emitted a bewitching light in this dark night, through the night fog, the light was like a ghost, which made people tremble inexplicably.

Glancing at each other, Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao's bodies flickered, like two arrows off the bow, and disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the two figures were like two lost dogs, fleeing as fast as they could.

"It's strange, isn't the little one a sugar gourd seller, how can these two children run so fast as if they see ghosts" The sugar gourd seller's eyes showed a trace of doubt, his gaze suddenly stopped on the two corpses, and his eyes suddenly showed a bit of incomprehensible essence.

"Alas, who called me a scarecrow, specializing in collecting unclaimed corpses", the people and voices, plus the two corpses, gradually blended into the vast night, bursts of night fog flooded, everything changed back to the original, tearing and blood as if there had never appeared, the boy and the Taoist, the scholar and the husband, and the middle-aged man who sold sugar gourds, all of them were embraced into the hazy night fog.