Infinite Journey

Facing Tang San who was full of evil spirits, Mo Feiyun felt a trace of fear in his heart, a fear that came from instinct.

Tang San came to him in a few vertical steps, swung out his hands, the flying eagle swooped in front of him, and two white lights and shadows followed Mo Feiyun's neck.

When the crisis was imminent, Mo Feiyun held back a trace of fear in his heart, swung the sword in his hand, turning into countless sword shadows and a series of collisions with Tang San's palms.

Dangdang

ding ding ding

The two figures constantly crossed over the small slope, their movements were like electricity, the white light flickered within a radius of ten feet, and the strong wind shone in all directions.

From time to time there will be sparks splashing between the two, and even blood will splash.

This almost monster-to-monster battle made the surrounding officers break into cold sweat and their hearts jumped.

As the battle continued, Tang San felt that his blood was boiling, like lava, a fighting intent rose from the depths of his heart, making his spirit clearer and clearer.

Although he was injured in many places, not only did he have no fear, but instead he felt indescribable joy, the joy of life, and at this moment, he suddenly felt the meaning of life, and a burst of enlightenment came to his heart: "This is the only way to live. It feels like fighting, fighting, fighting non-stop, fighting against the sky, against the earth, against people, and the joy is endless. This is the life I want to pursue, to break free from all constraints and do whatever I want."

"Hahaha"

With a mad laugh, Tang San looks like a madman, his whole body is gushing with energy, his martial arts intuition has been improved to the extreme, he unfolds at a rapid speed, and turns into an afterimage, rushing into Mo Feiyun's sword shadow, his body twisted like no bones, and constantly flickering. , Thrillingly dodged the sword light from Mo Feiyun, while waving both hands, turning palms into knives, instantly forming a wall of knives.

Tang San's voice resounded through the void: "Mo Feiyun, show your true skills, or you won't have a chance."

Mo Feiyun looked at Tang San who was covered in bronze skin. Although his body was covered with blood and scars, he became more and more brave as he fought.

"A madman, this is a madman. After eating so many swords from me, it's like no one else."

Thinking of this, Mo Feiyun shuddered in his heart, with the long sword in his hand retracted, his body flew back three feet, the long sword pointed to the sky, and he shouted: "Three swords to kill - no regrets when you use the sword."

Mo Feiyun stepped on the ground, jumped up, and slashed towards Tang San who was chasing after him with a single sword, like a sword struck by thunder, reflecting the brilliance of the sun, hitting Tang San's eyes directly.

The sun's rays came, and Tang San was immediately alert. Because he was hit by this move from the very beginning, Tang San had always been prepared. When Mo Feiyun's long sword was aimed at him, he had already expected this move. With a short shape, he directly avoided this sword light, and his palms turned into sharp blades and stabbed towards Mo Feiyun, who was rushing down from the sky.

Tang Sanwu's poisonous hands are no weaker than other divine weapons, and as long as he takes one hit, he will surely die.

In the face of this blow, Mo Feiyun's pupils shrank. The secret of his killing sword's second move is to reflect the brilliance of the sun, which makes people blind, and then he seizes the opportunity to immediately kill the opponent on the spot.

Once the opponent's eyes are not affected by the mystery of his sword technique, then the power of this sword will be reduced by half, and at the same time he also sees Tang San shot at him, he is in the air, it is difficult to use strength, if he is neglected, he will die No burial place.

He didn't expect Tang San to be prepared after a reflection of the brilliance. At the moment of crisis, Mo Feiyun launched the last form of his killing sword "to live in the dead".

This is his Jedi counterattack. Once he fails, he will never have a chance to come back.

His face flushed red, the muscles and membranes all over his body were thickened, and he held the sword in both hands and slashed towards Tang San.

This is the secret technique that he promoted himself. The sects of Liuyunmen are piled up on the corpses of their peers. I don’t know how many martial arts secrets and various secret techniques have accumulated in their hands. What he is using now is a violent method that stimulates potential. The blood secret method can increase the strength by 30% in a short time after use, and it is enough to smash steel with one sword.

However, after most of the secret methods are used, there is a huge consumption, and he needs to cultivate for at least a month.

Looking at Mo Feiyun whose breath suddenly soared, Tang San's eyes flashed coldly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, already guessing that the other party probably had skills comparable to the secret techniques he had sorted out.

Without any hesitation, Tang San's arms jerked violently, the critical strike unfolded, and the strength of his entire body soared by 20%, his right hand grasped Mo Feiyun's precious sword, and his left hand stabbed out.

Boom

With a roar, countless people's ears were shocked, and then they saw the tragic scene. Tang San grabbed Mo Feiyun's Heaven-shaking sword with his right hand, but Mo Feiyun's sword was too powerful. Although Tang San held it, Still chopped on Tang San's right shoulder.

Blue veins appeared all over Tang San's body, blood gushed out from his right hand, and the steel glove was split by this sword.

But Tang San didn't show the slightest frustration on his face, because his left hand had deeply pierced into Mo Feiyun's abdomen, the result was self-evident, Mo Feiyun was defeated.

Mo Feiyun stared at Tang San stiffly, as if he couldn't believe that he was defeated like this, and that he was defeated so neatly that there was no way to turn around.

He trembled and said, "Impossible, how could I lose."

Tang San looked up at Mo Feiyun and said, "It's normal for you to lose~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Because you're weaker than me, that's all."

Mo Feiyun looked at Tang San and was speechless, a pitch-black poison filled his whole body, then he slowly let go of his sword-holding hand, and his body fell backwards.

With the fall of Mo Feiyun, an era of the barren city has changed, and at the same time, a cry of grief sounded.

"Master."

"The owner"

Jian Yunyi was the first to pounce in front of Mo Feiyun and picked him up, his voice full of grief: "Master, Master, wake up, Master."

The boy doesn't shed tears easily, but it's just not when he's sad.

Jian Yunyi was raised by Mo Feiyun since he was a child. For him, Mo Feiyun is both his master and his father. Now he is not without reason for his grief.

As he was dying, Mo Feiyun looked at Jian Yunyi, struggled, and said calmly: "Yunyi, don't take revenge, how far, how far, listen to me."

The words fell, Mo Feiyun froze all over, and completely softened, and the martial artist who led an era of barren city came to an end.

At this time, Tang San stood up slowly, using his left hand to pull out the sword that had hit his shoulder, and slammed his hand on the ground.

when

With a crisp sound, Tang San said calmly, "Take it and bury it in front of his grave, he is a martial artist."

After speaking, Tang San turned around and walked towards the barren city. The microscopic people around him automatically made a way for him, and their eyes of awe, admiration, and resentment kept falling on him.