Infinite Journey

Mo Feiyun hangs a fine steel sword around his waist. The scabbard is gorgeous and seven orbs are carved on it, which looks very valuable.

He took off the sword with his left hand, held the hilt in his right hand, raised the long sword horizontally, looked at Tang San with icy eyes and said, "The name of the sword is killing, it's my sword that became famous, and I drink countless blood. It looks like it's going to be opened again today."

Looking at Mo Feiyun with a solemn expression, Tang San sneered: "You don't need to brag about yourself, let's see Zhenzhang. A sword that hasn't been used in ten years may have rusted."

Hearing Tang San's ridicule, Mo Feiyun's expression did not change, but he was still calm, looked at Tang San and said, "Kung fu in the mouth is nothing special, the stuff in your hands is the real kung fu, I don't know if you can take me to create the Three Swords of Killing Lives by yourself. A few tricks."

"Clanging"

A metal collision sounded from Mo Feiyun's hand, the long sword was unsheathed, and a bright light reflected directly to Tang San's eyes.

Tang San instinctively narrowed his eyes. At the same time, a chill pierced between his brows, Tang San knew that the opponent had drawn a sword.

The martial dao intuition honed for thousands of years once again exerted its mysterious power. The moment he felt the cold air, Tang San flashed sideways, his feet spread out rapidly, and shifted a distance of several meters.

Then his sight recovered, and he saw Mo Feiyun who was chasing after him.

Tang San didn't speak, raised both hands, two black fists raised, and slammed straight at the long sword.

"when"

The sound of metal intersecting rose between the swords and fists, and even brought a spark.

The huge force slammed on the killing sword, Mo Feiyun felt his right hand numb, his complexion changed slightly, he stepped on the foot, his footwork changed, and the long sword in his hand flicked towards Tang San's throat.

An abrupt move, leveraging strength to target Tang San's vital point.

Facing this sword, Tang San didn't change his face, and grabbed the long sword with his right hand, without hesitation about the sharpness of the long sword.

Mo Feiyun's pupils shrank, all of his kung fu was on a long sword, if he was caught by Tang San, he would immediately lose half of his combat power.

No choice, Mo Feiyun withdrew his right hand, the long sword disappeared, and Tang San grabbed the air with one claws.

But Mo Feiyun didn't give up the attack, instead, his figure flashed, and when he reached Tang San's right, he swung his sword towards Tang San's lower plate.

The sword was like a poisonous dragon, elusive, and a sword light pointed directly at Tang San's heels. This was a sinister and sinister move, trying to abolish Tang San's legs.

Facing this sword, Tang San sneered, his foot twitched, his body already flew back, avoiding this sword, but everything was not over, Tang San leaned forward, his feet exploded again, like an arrow from a string, He leaned his body and came to Mo Feiyun, and with huge inertia, he swung out his fists and pointed directly at Mo Feiyun's lower plate with huge force.

Facing Tang San's more bizarre move, Mo Feiyun's expression changed slightly, his figure changed and he flew back, waving the long sword in his hand constantly, trying to cut off Tang San's hands.

It's a pity that Tang San's fist was too powerful, and every blow was extremely powerful, shaking his long sword to the point of trembling.

Mo Feiyun's long sword returned without success, so he could only retreat, until after retreating a few meters, Tang San's speed slowed down relying on inertia, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The whole body was surging with strength, and the muscles, bones, and membranes worked together. You could even see layers of muscles vibrating, rushing toward his hands in waves.

With a stern shout: "The first sword to kill - no matter life or death."

Boom

Mo Feiyun followed the sword flying, the long sword almost turned into light, and stabbed at Tang San's head with enormous power. This sword condensed the strength of his whole body, and it was the first killing move of the three killing swords. Strong enough to penetrate even real steel.

The sword light was piercing, and a white light flashed away, as if a sword was about to pierce the void, Kuai couldn't see it.

Facing such a fierce blow, there was no surprise or surprise in Tang San's eyes, the moment his speed declined, he had already reacted.

In the volley, his legs shrank, his body rolled into a ball, and then his legs suddenly stepped down. The huge force slammed on the ground, causing him to bounce like a cannonball, his right fist slammed out, and he also slammed straight at Mo Feiyun.

"Boom"

"when"

A huge explosion, mixed with the sound of metal impact, sounded between the two, and countless sparks lit up between the two, connecting the two.

A figure passed by.

Two muffled hums sounded at the same time as they passed by.

Tang San's abdomen was dripping with blood, and his brows were slightly wrinkled: "What a powerful sword, even a bullet can't penetrate my copper skin, he actually cut it, but the injury is not serious, about ten centimeters long, not deep. To two millimeters, within the acceptable range."

Opposite Mo Feiyun's expression was very ugly, because he felt that his rib was almost broken, he was sure he was injured, just now he was rubbed by Tang San's fist, a crack appeared in his ribs, Tang San's fist was too heavy Especially the pair of fine iron fists in his hand, which increased his lethality.

Looking at Tang San with a strong aura, Mo Feiyun said slowly: "I have to say, Master Tang, you are really scary, you blocked my first move, I wonder if you can block my second move."

Tang San sneered and said, "There are some tricks to use, the three swords of killing are nothing more than that."

After speaking, the muscles of the whole body were surging~www.wuxiaspot.com~ fists slammed in front of him, making a sound of fine iron, which was deafening.

The onlookers around were very shocked by the battle between the two just now, and they all said with shock: "What a powerful move, if I were dead."

"Tang San is actually wearing steel gloves, the speed was too fast just now, I couldn't see clearly."

"I said why the sound of fine iron intersecting, I thought Tang San's fist was harder than steel."

At this time, someone sighed: "It's really a peak match, as expected of a killing sword, Tang San is injured, I'm afraid he will lose."

When the people around heard the words, some sneered and said: "The mouse is short-sighted, Tang San is injured, then Mo Feiyun may not be much better, you can see that his breathing is a little messy, I am afraid that the blow just now is not without damage, On the contrary, Tang San's breath is even, it's hard to say who will be the final victor in this battle."

Everyone expressed their opinions and watched the battle more attentively. This is destined to be a story that will be circulated in the deserted city for a long time.

Tang San took a deep breath, calmed down completely, and walked slowly towards Mo Feiyun, each step was so forceful, terrifying power condensed in his body, his palms naturally drooped, turning fists into palms, and the gloves followed Unfolded, revealing the only fingertips that had leaked out.

The five fingers were cold and snow-white, Tang San's five fingers seemed to have become the hardest blade, an inexplicable evil spirit rose from him, making Mo Feiyun instinctively tremble, as if he saw some natural enemy.

For a moment, Mo Feiyun even felt as if he saw a terrifying being wake up from the depths of Tang San's heart, staring at him like his prey.