Chapter 177: The Battle of Swords and Spears Fourth

Everyone held their breath as the young man with the spear on his back walked towards the Feng family, and his majestic and steady steps made a heavy sound on the ground, knocking straight into everyone's hearts like a thunderous drum.

Ling Tianyun was even more surprised, he had already recognized that young man, he was the second closed disciple of the Khitan Great Master Wanyan Invincible, Wanyan Zhantian, this person was like a rising star, shining brightly on the tribes of the northern alien races. He had met this person in Nalanzhou, and his cold face and arrogant temperament left a very deep impression on him.

He didn't expect to meet this Jurchen teenager here, but the other party didn't know what was going on here, which made Ling Tianyun very worried, and he faintly felt that the appearance of this Wanyan Zhantian was not very simple, and there might be some bigger conspiracy hidden in it.

And that Yuan Xiaoliu had a surprised face, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were full of surprise, he seemed to know the Jurchen teenager as well.

"Brother Yuan knows that young man." Seeing that the other party had such a look, Ling Tianyun couldn't help but ask him.

"How don't you know this person, this person is the sister-in-law of the Wanyan tribe of the Jurchen tribe in the Khitan Kingdom, and not long ago he worshiped the Khitan great teacher Wanyan Invincible as a teacher. This person is cold and belligerent, and is known as the wolf son of the Jurchen tribe. When he is in the martial arts today, he can rank among the top few in the younger generation, except for Yelu, the prince of the Khitan Kingdom, I am afraid that no one can compete with him. This person is ruthless, but he is a good man with iron and blood. ”

Yuan Xiaoliu smiled bitterly, and then said: "I'm afraid that this person is not good, it is said that after this person worshiped Wanyan Invincible as a teacher, he did not immediately receive Wanyan Invincible's guidance and teaching. Instead, they went all the way south to challenge the younger generation of the major martial arts sects or families, and they have not been defeated so far. And the Feng family is recognized as the first martial arts family in Daizhou City, and he must have come this time to challenge the martial arts of the younger generation of the Feng family. ”

"Oh, there is no defeat, so if you let him go all the way south, aren't you afraid that this person will encounter accidents?" Ling Tianyun asked again, what he was most worried about was that the Khitan Great Master would appear nearby, if this person appeared nearby, then the Feng family might suffer a catastrophe.

"All the martial cultivators challenged by this person are under the age of thirty, just ask how can a martial cultivator at this age be his opponent, and he is a fair and honest challenge, even if the other party loses, it is a convincing loss, and how can the older generation of martial cultivators pull down the old face to embarrass a junior, and then the other party hangs the sign of the closed disciple of the Khitan Great Master, who dares to blame him."

Yuan Xiaoliu smiled bitterly, but his eyes were always fixed on the cold and calm young man Wanyan Zhantian who was moving forward slowly.

Ling Tianyun's heart was even tighter, he understood the truth in this, but the Feng family couldn't come up with any young generation masters at this time. There are very few people left in front of the Feng family, only those who are sealed in the cultivation lineage, and the other people who are in the Feng family may have been secretly moved away. At this time, only the younger generation of the Feng family is left with his cousin Feng Yanke and his cousin Feng Xiaocian, and although there are also younger generations of the Feng family's martial artists seated, will they accept the challenge of Wanyan Zhantian for the honor of the Feng family.

Although he has the confidence to fight with that Wanyan Zhantian, he will inevitably expose his identity, and then it will bring greater disasters to the Feng family, unless he has to propose that the people of the Feng family cannot recognize him. That Wanyan Zhantian must recognize himself, how can he make the other party not call out his name, so that the people of the Feng family will not find out their identity.

Ling Tianyun's mind was spinning, thinking about how to face such a situation. Since separating from the old monk, he began to practice the Buddhist secret "Mahayana Heart Sutra" given to him by the old monk, which is mainly a practice supplemented by internal strength and heart method, which is mainly based on exercising oneself, which can also be called a practice of refining the book. The main thing is to train one's body like copper and iron, and all parts of the body are trained to the most rigorous, so as to reach the limit of human body cultivation.

Therefore, Ling Tianyun's internal strength cultivation had not made any progress, and he had been staying in the middle of the internal strength realm, but his muscles and flesh had been better forged, and every muscle in his body seemed to be filled with endless power, and he had only cultivated for more than a month, and his physical body had reached an unprecedented realm. And the highest state of cultivating the physical body is the highest state of transcendent sanctification and rebirth. He had only just started cultivating at the moment, and he was just a peep into the mortal body, but he was still confident that he could compete with that Wanyan Zhantian.

The person who came was Wanyan Zhantian, the second disciple of Wanyan Invincible, and I saw his steady steps moving forward slowly, his resolute and upright body as straight and sharp as the spear behind him. A pair of cold eyes condensed into a fierce light and looked straight ahead, and everywhere they looked, everyone felt a fierce aura of Ling Ran's battle intent, making it difficult for everyone to avoid its edge.

"After Yan Zhantian, I came to ask for advice from the various sects of the martial arts according to the orders of the teacher, and I hope that all the seniors will be successful." After finishing the battle, he stopped before he reached the Feng family, and he said in a deep voice with his fists in both hands.

Feng Yuxiu could see at a glance that this young man had a bit of a fierce and courageous temperament, and he was really as brave and warlike as the Jurchen tribe of the tribe, but most of the people he challenged were martial arts people, and almost most of them were rising stars of various martial arts cultivation forces that had been finished for a long time. Although there had been people who challenged him before, such a young man who was so swaggering was still the first.

"Wanyan Gongzi is polite, the Feng family is a native of the remote wilderness of Daizhou, how can He De let the son fall in love, this competition should be the Feng family admit defeat, how." Feng Yuxiu said helplessly, he didn't want his family to be hurt again. It is said that this rising Junyan who challenged the major martial arts forces in Wanyan Zhantian was defeated by his opponents who were all seriously injured. On the other hand, there are no younger generations who can compete with it.

"Senior Feng said too early, they all said that the dragon and crouching tiger are hidden in the martial arts of the Han people, and I can't imagine that I don't even have the courage to compete, no wonder the splendid mountains and rivers will fall apart, but even people like me are not as good as people from the barbarian mountain clan." Wanyan Zhantian said in a deep voice with endless sarcasm like blood, and he exuded an arrogant aura all over his body, and the black hair that was casually draped over the back of his head automatically fluttered without wind.

"Presumptuous, you and other barbarians dare to underestimate us, wait for Feng to come and learn a lesson, so that you can see that my Han pride and men are also iron-clad."

Feng Yanke, who was standing behind Feng Yuxiu, was strong in blood after all, and as soon as he heard the other party insulting him like this, he couldn't help but shout loudly. After saying that, he walked out of the crowd on his own and came to the invincible face.

The burly Feng Yanke was eight feet tall, a cut taller than that Wanyan Zhantian, standing in front of the other party like a steady mountain.

Feng Yuxiu and everyone were shocked, they didn't expect this Feng Yanke to be so reckless, and he couldn't control himself and jumped forward when he was provoked by the other party's words. Except for the Feng family, everyone else is worried, but the others don't see it that way. They thought that if Yan Zhantian insulted them, everyone would be angry. Especially the few young men who were present, when they saw their little master jumping out, they hurriedly let out bursts of cheers.

"Yanke, come back, you're not his opponent." Feng Yu's eyesight cultivation is so old and spicy, how can he not see the cultivation of that fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with the late stage of the Inner Strength Realm, he is just a little short of being able to enter the threshold of the innate realm. And his grandson is what a martial arts cultivation realm, only in the middle of the internal strength realm, and the other party is the invincible disciple of the world's number one master, how can his grandson be the opponent of that young man.

"I'm sorry, grandpa, I know I'm not his opponent, but everyone has bullied us at our door, even if my grandson is not his opponent, but my grandson has to fight. Even if we lose, it's to blame us for not being good at learning, but it's not indisputable, you educate us that a manly man should do something and not do something. In today's battle, I will reinvigorate the prestige of my family, and I will live up to the honor of my Han man. Feng Yanke turned to his grandfather and his family and said lightly, with an extremely firm will and persistence, he is not only fighting for the honor of the Feng family, but also for the thousands of Han compatriots who have been oppressed by foreign races.

"Okay, young master, good job." There was a thunderous cheer from the crowd, but Ling Tianyun shook his head, he knew that his cousin was definitely not the other party of the Yan Zhantian, since he had already stood up, then he could only wait and see what happened, and he had to do everything he could, even if he wanted to expose himself, he would not do it.

"You bastard, how can you be so reckless, don't you even listen to your grandfather's words?" Feng Bupo's fire roared in the sky above Feng Fu, and in addition to the eager worry in his eyes, he also hid a little relief, his son was going to grow up sooner or later, and he did this with his own opinions.

"Let him go. They should have their own opinions, and the eagle under their shelter will never have the day when they will flutter their wings and fly. Let him see the gap between himself and others, so that it is not a new beginning for himself. Feng Yuxiu sighed helplessly, although he was not optimistic about his grandson, he could only hope that he would not be hurt too much.

"In Xia Feng Yanke, twenty-four years old, please give advice to Gongzi Wanyan." Feng Yanke didn't pay attention to his father, he turned around and hugged his fists to Wanyan Zhantian.

"Wanyan Zhantian, sixteen years old." ,

A cold face revealed a faint chill, Wan Yan Zhantian replied expressionlessly, and after speaking, he probed with his backhand, and the spear more than eight feet long was already in his hand. But seeing him drink in a deep voice, he shook the barrel of the spear tightly with both hands, and the coarse cloth wrapped around the spear exploded violently, completely appearing in front of everyone's eyes.

Feng Yanke's eyes showed a solemn look, and with a wave of his big hand, a servant sent his weapon up, but it was an ordinary Tang knife, only about four feet long, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

And all the other people present gasped, but the young man was really young, he was only sixteen years old and had such courage, wanting to challenge the rising stars of the world's major martial arts forces. That Feng Yanke was seven or eight years older than him, but his martial arts cultivation realm was not as high as that of Yan Zhantian. How can this not surprise everyone, at such an age, he has an extraordinary martial arts cultivation, and he really responds to the old saying, heroes are teenagers.

Feng Yanke stretched out his hand and waved the word "please" to the other party, then sank his feet and leaned forward and raised his knife to point directly at the opponent who was seven or eight years younger than him, his eyes were full of solemn gaze, he did not despise his opponent, on the contrary, he paid more attention to it. At such a young age, a rising star who can go south to challenge the major martial arts forces, this person must have an extraordinary martial arts cultivation.

Wanyan Zhantian didn't talk nonsense, he shook the spear with both hands, and then picked up the spear flowers and stabbed straight at Feng Yanke.

Feng Yanke raised his knife and rushed forward to meet it, the knife was fierce and heavy, and the speed of the knife was as fast as lightning, rolling up layers of knife shadow screens and trying to take the opponent's whole body. And Wanyan Zhantian was even more imposing, exuding a heart-wrenching rolling battle intent that attacked him like a storm.

For a moment, the two figures intertwined, and sometimes there was a piercing sound of metal, and a dazzling firelight splashed in all directions. The two of them are as violent as thunder, and they are as light as swallows. The two intertwined and entangled figures fought faster and faster, so fast that it was dazzling and so fast that people couldn't catch their eyes.

The cold sun is like ice without warmth, the cold wind is raging, and the cold is killing,

The two intertwined figures rolled up, and the breath that swirled endlessly spread in all directions, spreading in an instant, like a hundred zhang of huge waves swept in, and in an instant, it opened wildly in all directions.

"Bell, bell", another deafening sound of metal rang out, the two figures suddenly separated, and the two people who fought stared at each other again, their eyes only had a strong fierce battle intent, and there was nothing else.

Wanyan Zhantian held the spear in his hand, the tip of the spear pointed directly at the sky, and the scorching light of the sun reflected a cold and awe-inspiring glow on the tip of the spear, and the light was about to rush into the sky, it was the roaring battle intent of Wanyan Zhantian.

And Feng Yanke raised his knife and pointed horizontally, his eyebrows were solemn and arrogant, and his body stood majestically like a rock. Only he himself can feel that his slightly trembling hand holding the knife has begun to have a tingling feeling, and the hard bump just now made him inexplicably suffer a few dark losses, his internal strength is not as deep as the other party, and of course he will be in a weak position.

With a cold sweep, Wanyan Zhantian's spear swept with the domineering spirit that swept the world and surged again, the spear in his hand was like a dragon turning over the sea, and the power of the collapse was instantaneous, the spear turned into a dragon roaring in the sea, and the shadow of the spear was heavy with the transcendent power of the sky, and he was bullying Feng Yanke again.

Feng Yanke's eyes froze, and he suddenly seemed to be caught in a huge whirlpool, and the strange suction brought out by the opponent's spear breaking through the air made his figure shake involuntarily. made it impossible for him to make a more effective counterattack, he could only sink his body and absorb his qi, the internal force of his whole body gathered on the Tang knife, and the footwork of Lingying was lightly stepped on, and the big knife was heavily bullied into the opponent's spear shadow.

There was a loud bang of the "bell", followed by a sharp sound of metal breaking, and the two figures suddenly froze as if a spell froze, and they did not move.

Everyone looked at it again, and suddenly their eyes widened, and their mouths could be stuffed like eggs.