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"Mr. Ye, the master of the Three Flowers Realm sent by the Heavenly Sword Villa has been stopped by us. ”

The man who spoke was of medium stature, and he was Huang Yaozong, one of the top ten generals in Sanssouci Valley.

Not far in front of him sat a graceful white-robed scribe. The white-clothed scribe smiled with a smile on his face, it was Ye Liufeng, who was the last resort and was named Wenqu by the martial arts people.

I'm afraid not many people would have thought that this incident would actually alarm this big man in martial arts.

"Mr. Ye, I don't understand. Since you know that Heavenly Sword Villa will secretly attack, why don't you even solve those innate masters. Now that the little boy is injured, it is very unfavorable to the decisive battle. ”

Huang Yaozong looked worried, and the wind and thunder generals on the side also stared at Ye Liufeng.

Ye Liufeng said with a smile: "If you use the power of Sanssouci Valley to directly let the little boy reach the top of the mountain safely, wouldn't it be too boring? ”

The three-hearted warrior and the wind and thunder warrior glanced at each other, both of them feeling a little ridiculous.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of them was Ye Liufeng, who was as deep as the sea and respected, they really wanted to beat him up.

When is it, compared to Zhao Qisheng, Tang Fengyue does not have an advantage. Now that he is fighting continuously, I am afraid that if he hits the top of Cuilong Mountain, he will directly admit defeat.

"In one more hour, it will be Chinese New Year's Eve...... Little boy, you are really unexpected, you actually started the great changes in the world in advance. ”

Ye Liufeng muttered to himself in a low voice, looking at the tall Cuilong Mountain, a flash of divine light flashed in his eyes.

Tang Fengyue was walking in the snow, and the blood stains on her body had slowly dried up.

His surging fighting spirit is like the water of the ebb tide, and it is slowly converging in his body.

The fourth battle qi of the body of the war demon is in the heart, and it can be said that it is easy or difficult to cultivate.

It's easy because you don't need the help of steel, yin or yang, you just need to rely on yourself.

It is difficult to say that if a martial artist can't push his own battle intent to the limit and break through his own limit, he won't want to cultivate to the fourth level in his life.

It's not that easy to push the limits.

Let a person with a weak constitution run a thousand meters, and maybe he will be too tired to move. But this is definitely not his limit, in fact, gritting his teeth, he can hold on for a while.

But often nine out of nine people can't get the energy to finish this journey.

If you want to push the limits, you have to have more willpower and endurance than steel.

The limit of physical fitness is already so difficult to break through, and if you want to break through the limit of your fighting spirit, it will be ten times more difficult.

Because the strength of a person's fighting spirit depends on his own soul and the stimulation of the outside world. If you want to break through your own fighting spirit, you want to break through the shackles of your own soul.

This is far beyond what most people can imagine.

Tang Fengyue had no choice.

Looking at the snow-covered Cuilong Mountain, thinking of the purple-clothed girl who suffered because of himself, two raging flames lit up in his eyes.

A man stopped in the middle of the road.

It was a young man, a young man with a bamboo sword in his hand and eyes like a poisonous snake.

Horror Sword Prison.

"Tang Fengyue, you can break through the first sniper, it's really beyond my expectations. ”

Ah Prison's eyes narrowed slightly, and the light was poisonous.

"I didn't expect you to be from Heavenly Sword Villa, it's really interesting. ”

Tang Fengyue is no longer a rookie in the rivers and lakes, and compared with the celebrities in the rivers and lakes, he has guessed the identity of the young man opposite.

"I'm not from Heavenly Sword Villa, I just owe two favors. ”

Ah Jian slowly drew his sword and said with a smile: "Jade Dragon, to be honest, I don't want to kill you, and I may not be able to kill you." A sword. As long as you can block my sword, I will no longer embarrass you. ”

Laugh at!

As soon as the words fell, Ah Prison's bamboo sword had already stabbed at Tang Fengyue.

The snowflakes in the sky seemed to come to a halt at this moment.

In Tang Fengyue's eyes, there was only this sword that was so fast and incoherent that it almost deprived him of his breath.

Sonor!

True Qi was running at full strength, and Tang Fengyue resisted the other party with one shot. The tip of the spear happened to be on the tip of the sword, showing his amazing eyesight and hand power.

"That's amazing. ”

Prison smiled. The bamboo sword suddenly turned around and stabbed towards Tang Fengyue with a deflective momentum. It turned out to be a serial move.

At this moment, the bamboo sword was only three feet away from Tang Fengyue, and the incident happened suddenly, with the speed of this sword, Ah Jian was confident that among his peers, few of his peers could stop it.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Tang Fengyue's spiritual power had already surpassed the scope of ordinary people.

At the moment when the tip of the spear and the tip of the sword collided, Tang Fengyue had already sensed the inexplicable strength of the opponent, and with the same stroke of the tip of the spear, he struck the opponent.

Smell the metal crashing again.

Prison's killer sword was blocked.

"It's worthy of the Jade Dragon, let's go. ”

Ah Jian was about to put away his sword, when he suddenly saw Tang Fengyue smile coldly, and a shot stabbed in.

Laugh at.

The tip of the spear struck the bamboo sword and poured into his arm, three inches deep.

"Do you want to die?"

Ah Prison had a cold face, and his complexion was more terrifying than that of a poisonous snake.

"This shot is a sword in return for you. In addition, I also want to tell you that my Jade Dragon doesn't need your self-righteous concessions, if you want to embarrass me, I will break it with one shot. ”

Tang Fengyue looked directly into the other party's eyes and said lightly.

Hell's serpent-like eyes narrowed. After a long time, he suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so hard that the wind and snow shook, and the whole person fell forward and backwards.

"Okay, that's good! Jade Dragon, you are the first man who dares to take advantage of me to collect his sword and wound me with a gun. Next time I'll use a sword and stab you in the throat. ”

Ah Jian picked up the bamboo sword on the ground, looked deeply at Tang Fengyue, and flew towards Cuilong Mountain.

Originally, he had little interest in the next battle. But now I suddenly feel as if I can take a look.

Tang Fengyue continued to move forward.

After the battle with Ah Prison, his fighting spirit has improved again. It's just not enough, it's not enough.

At the top of Cuilong Mountain, I don't know how many people are surrounding there. In a radius of dozens of zhang in the middle, everyone subconsciously formed a circle.

The eight major forces, such as the Sword Flower Palace, the Blood Shadow Sect, and the Changchun Annex, except for Sanssouci Valley and Mohui Island, have all arrived. And the people who came were all big names in the sect.

Among the twelve sects, the head of the Emei faction, Daoist Jingyi, arrived in person. Beside her, there are the elders of the love void road, the chief of the love refining path who has been away from the world for a long time, Zhou Dairu and others.

Silver Arrow Xiaozhu sent the Great Elder. Xiao Yinlong, who was dressed in silver, was holding Huanhuan with his left hand and regret with his right hand, looking around the crowd.

On the side of the Star Picking Tower, it was actually the big star lord Qi Hao who was dispatched.

Penglai Island, Qiuyue Lake, Qingyin Pavilion and other remaining forces also have masters who come to watch the battle.

As for those small sects, there are countless of them.

Tang Fengyue's appointment battle seems to be only about him and Zhao Qisheng.

But someone who is a little more careful will think of it. As the two of them, the victory or defeat of the Chinese New Year's Eve battle is clearly related to the game between the two major forces of Sanssouci Valley and Tianjian Mountain Villa.

The most important thing is that Tang Fengyue once said that this battle will be fought with Zhao Qisheng endlessly!

One is the young master of Sanssouci Valley, and the other is the second master of Heavenly Sword Villa, which one will let the other party be killed?

Of course, in front of the world's heroes, I believe that neither side will intervene. But once someone dies, Liangzi is completely bigger!

With the terrifying power of Sanssouci Valley and Heavenly Sword Villa, once they go toe-for-tat, the damage to the righteous path of the rivers and lakes is absolutely unpredictable.

Zhao Qisheng sat down quietly, as if he was meditating on pranayama.

"The second owner, the owner has sent someone to set up an ambush at the bottom of the mountain, whether the kid can come up safely is two words. The Blood Sword Attendant said to Zhao Qisheng.

"Big brother is really doing this too much! With my strength, killing that kid is like cutting grass. ”

Zhao Qisheng frowned, and also said.

The Wooden Sword Attendant and the Blood Sword Attendant glanced at each other and smiled.

The wooden sword attendant said: "We naturally believe in the strength of the second village master. But that kid is too arrogant, and his challenge to the second owner of the village itself is an insult to my Heavenly Sword Villa. ”

Zhao Qisheng stopped talking.

On a deserted road at the foot of the mountain, Tang Fengyue met several groups of sniper masters one after another.

He shot with all his might, and the battle was scarred, and his white clothes were already stained blood-red. There were even a few times when he was almost stabbed in the heart and almost died.

With his extraordinary strength, he finally managed to break through with difficulty, but he was so tired that he couldn't lift his gun.

"The spirit of war is in my heart. ”

Tang Fengyue gritted her teeth.

The weariness of his body could not extinguish the anger in his heart that longed for a battle. He struggled to open his eyes and looked up at the Cuilong Mountain that seemed to rise into the clouds in front of him.

His enemy was up there, maybe smiling at him, how could he stop here?

There was a fire in the chest, and the heart was pounding. His body was weak and tired, but his spirit was strong and uplifted. It's a game of flesh and spirit.

He wants to break through the shackles, to break through the limits!

Inside the body, an invisible force continued to run around the body along the fourth mental method of the battle demon body.

At first, it is so subtle that it is impossible to perceive. As Tang Fengyue took step by step, it became more and more obvious and clearer.

The Chaos True Qi seemed to sense something, and the speed of its operation suddenly increased. Under the infinite vitality, Tang Fengyue's injuries were recovering rapidly.

His steps gradually became lighter, as if he had broken free from some invisible shackles, and after running the Sky Wind Technique, he was even more elegant than in his heyday.

Next, he encountered two more interceptions.

Fighting bloodily, Tang Fengyue was like a ruthless Shura, killing as much as he could in the stunned expressions of that group of people.

His hidden momentum is like a flood that breaks the floodgates, rushing out of his body irrepressibly, so that the snow around him cannot fall.

"Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. Donor, if you go, you will create the biggest change in the history of martial arts. For the sake of the common people in the world, the poor monk pleads with you to turn back. ”

On the mountain road, I don't know when the figure of a cloth-clothed monk appeared, his eyes slightly closed, his hands twisted sandalwood beads, a group of compassion and solemnity.

"Master, I have to go to this battle, and no one can stop me. ”

Tang Fengyue said slowly.

"Even if it's for the sake of the world, can't it?"

The cloth-clothed monk asked.

Tang Fengyue didn't speak, but the momentum on his body skyrocketed, startling the snow on many branches.

The cloth monk's robe fluttered, he sighed, and suddenly opened his eyes full of light. (To be continued.) )