Vol 3 Chapter 127: Bloodkill

Chu Ling chuckled and said apologetically: "Everyone's way of thinking is different. Chu's remarks are by no means asking Brother Peng to do or give up ..."
Peng Feilian hesitated for a moment, and asked, "So what have you been doing for so long?"
Chu Ling smiled with a blank smile and said, "Speak out your martial arts and ask Brother Peng's martial arts, but just want to see which of these two martial arts is better today. Brother Peng, please! "
Peng Feilian's eyes flickered sharply. For the first time, he felt Chu Ling's powerful spirit of depriving heaven and earth. He was boiling with blood for a while, and looked back with one hand, and said, "Chu brother, watch the sword!"
After drinking, pull out the big ring knife in your hand with one hand, while holding the bottom of the handle with your left hand, change one hand to a two-handed knife, and chop against Chu Lingxu's fancy knife--
call--
The sound of stabbing air in the blade turned into a sound of wind and waves like the waves crashing to the shore. The scarlet thick scallops were not erected, but like a wave, with a and violent killing gas. , Suddenly rushing towards the lingering Chu Ling, the air waves instantly swept across the Taiwan, the momentum is huge, it is difficult to resist.
This is the purest way to kill the sword!
With a single blow, the sea of ​​blood gushed, and asked the rooftop not the same as before, but the source of the sea of ​​blood full of blood.
Peng Feilian is not inferior to everyone in this generation of swordsmanship. With this one stroke, he can see why his people can be respected by the martial arts in the world. It is often said in the world that Shen Tuzhenyue is the most overbearing and invincible enemy, and Situ Lingfeng is the most arrogant and lonely. Peng Feilian is the most ambitious and fierce ... But the skill is already close to heaven.
In the face of Peng Feilian's overwhelming knife spirit. Chu Ling is not panic-like. His right hand, like a white jade, gently moves towards "Yueruyu". The movement is slow and stable. The movement of every minute and every inch is kept at the same speed. The balance is unchanged, just like daily life. The old gardener he saw, however, gently cut off the remaining leaves on the flower branches, which was comfortable and soothing, full of a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.
Peng Feilian slashed across the board. His hands were still clenched tightly on the handle of the Blood Wave Knife. At this time, he saw the movement of Chu Lingxu, his eyes were full of light, and he kept his eyes on the other side.
One side is raging like fire, and the other side is soft like water ...
When Peng Feilian moved like a fiery fire to the top of Chu Lingxu's head, Chu Lingxu's "Yue Ruyu" finally came out ...
It ’s good to be good!
Chu Lingxu's gentle sword-drawing action is always combined with the deeper ontology that is always hidden between heaven and earth and behind it, but it is just a simple and unconventional sword technique, which is already full of constantness. The ever-changing taste.
There is no gap left to look for, and it makes people feel the first sword that comes with his hand. It must be shocking, weeping ghosts and gods. No beginning, no end.
At this point, Kendo has reached the level of "combined martial arts." Every move, all inspired the world, and this time, in the face of such sword power, the sword move is no longer important.
choke--
"Yueruyu" made a move ...
It just swayed gently in the air, and the breezes caused the wind, and the wind was like a gun. Just a wave, a tornado triggered by the breezes that drove the heavens and the earth's vitality straight into the monstrous blood wolf, and the sword was overwhelming. In the middle of it, a channel was opened suddenly, the wind was violent, and the blood of the Blood Wave Knife was thrown by the air wave and splashed around, cutting the road knife marks on the ground.
Chu Lingxu stepped on his feet and rose up, "Yueruyu" stabs, passes through the tornado, straight into the blood waves, and the sound of the clashes across the world suddenly sounds, Chu Lingxu and Peng Feilian are not at all Fancy a spell.
Asked countless warriors under the roof to cover their ears with this sudden shock, and screamed in astonishment. I did not expect that the first move between the two was so explosive. The sword-mantle of the gale danced almost to make Wentiantai a strange torch.
Among the pavilions under the rooftop, the hordes of parties who came to watch the war pointed at the rooftop discussions.
Among them, "Bomb Saint" Yang Bozhan said with a sigh: "Ah, yeah, I haven't seen it in half a year. I can't think that Chu Daoyou's skills have increased so much. He has the strength to compete with Peng Feilian, which is really surprising."
Wei Xiaotian with a big beard laughed next to him: "The rapid progress of Chu Daoyou's skill has indeed made people astounded, but this is also the inevitable result of the other's understanding and potential explosion. It is said that Chu Daoyou, I practiced hard in the day after tomorrow. After spending hundreds of years, I did n’t think about going into the innate, and I went through all the meridians, and then I calmly entered the innate. This one only shows the perseverance of Chu Daoyou. The depth is not something I can wait for. "
hiss--
The other people took a sip of air-conditioning together, and Chu Lingxu actually spent a hundred years in the great realm of the day after tomorrow! ? He is not afraid to strangle himself ...
The importance of opening up the meridians of the whole body is known to a warrior, but all the warriors present, no one who has the confidence and perseverance, can do it. This is a martial art, even more strenuous than dripping stones. Most warriors do not Without such strong perseverance to boil this, and there is not that time, I ca n’t figure it out, and I have n’t opened up a few meridians, so I die first.
What's more, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and they always keep up in the realm of the day after tomorrow. Wouldn't they be suppressed by their own enemies? What should they do without their lives? Or, as a warrior who seeks absolute power, how can I tolerate the contemptuous feeling of contemporaneity?
Suppressed for the next hundred years ...
It sounds unbearable, and most people can never do it.
Everyone was convinced by the deep perseverance of Chu Lingxu, but they didn't know that the old Taoist had no strength to break through the innate before he lingered in the day after tomorrow, and because the division's blood feud was stimulating him, he was also let him From the beginning to the end, he did not give up martial arts.
On the questioning rooftop, Peng Feilian flew backwards after being shocked by the sword of Chuling's virtual ghost axe, until he retreated to the edge of the questioning rooftop before regaining his heels, sighing that this little white face had such great strength. When he looked up, the wind was blowing all around, and no figure of Chu Lingxu could be seen anymore. Only the howling winds convolved together and went straight to the sky.
Peng Feilian snorted coldly, and the blood-wave knife in his hand broke away, while yelling, "The sea of ​​blood is infinite!"
Asked on the rooftop, with Peng Feilian as the center, the blood surged, and then the bloodwave knife was drawn into the void, and the sword shone, and everything in the world immediately eclipsed, and the surge took up the entire rooftop blood, and it suddenly converged into the blade of the bloodwave sword Among them, it seems that the vitality and vitality of the world are concentrated here. This feels strange and weird, extremely difficult to explain, and indescribable.
With the sweeping and converging of blood, the blood was really lifelike, so Peng Feilian once again confirmed the position of Chu Lingxu.
The Blood Wave Knife did not bring any sound of breaking wind, and did not feel a little bit of knife air, but Chu Lingxu flying in the midst of the sky, but clearly grasped Peng Feilian's overwhelming momentum.
This is the real effort of Peng Feilian.
At this moment, Chu Lingxu knows that if he stays on the rooftop, this knife is absolutely inevitable, but if he does not fight hard, now he has only one way to choose ...
As a martial artist, Chu Lingxu has never felt so happy, especially since he always used the idea of ​​reviving the Kunwu faction, and he loved his life everywhere, so he faced the fight with his hands, and had not tried it for nearly a century. Now that the division has been re-established, his historical mission has finally come to an end. Even if he now passed the Kunwu faction to his disciples, there is no problem, so he put aside all the burdensome Chu Lingxu and exploded all his energy. .
When his sword, communicated with the world, and rolled up a tornado, he did not stop his sword, but his sword has not attacked his opponent, but he is gaining momentum and accumulating more powerful natural forces.
The tornado soared into the sky without stopping, and rolled up the clouds of Kunwu Mountain. The clouds became thicker and thicker, and the wind was rising. It was no longer asking the rooftop.
Dark clouds over the city!
The thunder of the sky came faintly, adding to the tense atmosphere of the rain when the two confronted.
When Peng Feilian's sword evaded the inevitable attack, Chu Lingxu's long sword pointed high, his body went up with the wind, and he went straight into the clouds hundreds of meters away ...
Peng Feilian did not expect that Chu Lingxu would use the wind to fly into the sky so high that such heights are completely beyond the scope of manpower. If he loses the support of the wind at this time, even if he is a congenital master, I am afraid that he will end up in a broken body. .
Peng Feilian suddenly turned the sword across, facing the tornado wind roots on the ground, and suddenly turned in the opposite direction. The monstrous blood waves formed another blood-red tornado, and the blade split across the tornado against the tornado created by Chu Lingxu. Together, the two whirlwinds that were completely reversed first rubbed violently, forming a violent crackling noise between the heavens and the earth, which even caused the air to glow and burst into sparks. In the end, the two whirlwinds canceled out most of them. But in a while, disappeared at the same time ...
Peng Feilian laughed and laughed!
Without the support of the wind ~ EbookFREE.me ~ No matter how high the Chu Ling's deficiencies are, he will also fall to death!
But where did Chu Lingxu go?
Asked under the roof, everyone looked like they had opened their mouths, staring blankly at the sky ...
The black cloud pressed down, among the dark clouds, lightning and thunder!
And in the gloom of the heavens and the earth, a little light suddenly burst out, and everyone was surprised and pointed at the light!
That was a figure, not someone else, it was Chu Lingxu ...
At this time, he was already asking about 500 meters above the sky, falling down like a meteor, and his whole body was suffocating, and Yingliang was like Haoyue, but between such a large world, even a strong eruption of suffocation, It's just a little bit of light ... (to be continued ...)
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