Chapter 60: Great

When that loud noise came, Ye Fusheng's heart jumped, and he quickly recovered, raising his hand for a block, and dangerously holding Helian Yu's fingers. The latter didn't take it seriously. He turned his claws into palms and slapped on his arm. The entire person turned over the top of his head and turned to Ye Fusheng behind him. The wearing finger sleeves on his right hand made Ye Fusheng's neck.
Seeing that it was about to pierce the skin, Ye Fusheng looked back as if he had long eyes behind his back, and the dagger was across his neck. He Lianyu's were pointing on the dagger, and he was so powerful that he was numb, but his feet seemed to wipe. The oil slid out of the shoulders and stared at Helian Yu.
This personal method is treacherous, and Ye Fusheng's full-strength action is only one and a half quicker than him, and he simply changes from attack to defense, intending to entangle rather than win.
"The fire thunder exploded, and the Jiao Jiao has been completed. Do you say they still have a life?" Helian Yuqi stretched his fingers and looked far to the collapsed hillside. "The person you care about may have already It was fried into a pile of minced meat. "
Ye Fusheng's throat is sweet, and the consequence of forcing his true energy is that his internal force is now chasing through the meridians, and the originally suppressed "Yu Meng" is about to move, and his brain is buzzing, and his eyes are beginning to bloom, and there is no psychological If you would like Helian Yu.
He swallowed the blood back forcibly, the dagger lit in his hand, the figure flashed, and he turned to Helianyu, the blade was bottoming up, even if Helianyu retreated very fast, he was also drawn by the knife from the left abdomen On the right shoulder, it was a pity that only the clothes were broken, and no flesh was hurt.
He Lianyu clasped his forearm with one hand, Ye Fusheng was not hard to resist, and the gesture turned away from it. The two of you came and went, and it was not more than a dozen rounds later. When they separated again, one person saw red lips , A person's shoulder also oozed blood.
He Lianyu touched his left shoulder. The sudden change of hand just now was a ghost, and a gap was cut in the left shoulder near the neck. Although it was only a skin injury, he had not shed blood for a long time.
He chuckled, looked at the blood on his fingertips, and said: "It can be reached within 10 years, so I have to say that Gu Lifang's apprentice's vision is not bad."
Ye Fusheng held the dagger in his hand and tried to control his breath as much as possible. In this way, he tried his best to arouse the true energy. He didn't know how long he could last, but he didn't want to sit still until the end.
He couldn't leave, because once Helian Yu was freed, perhaps Chu Xiwei would have the scourge of killing them. Now he can drag him for a while, and the other side will be safe.
"However, I'm bored."
Suddenly the laughter was cold, and Helian Yu reached out and pulled off the smock, revealing the same plain sleeveless gown inside. Ye Fusheng found out that he had a soft sword wrapped around his waist, thick, four feet long, and the whole body was dark and dull. It was like an ink ribbon on his waist. At this time, He Lianyu shook it out. , Issued a weird voice like a poisonous tongue.
He remembered the broken cloud sword counterfeit that he had brought out of the underground palace, and the long sword that this person carried behind him when he first saw him ten years ago. He suddenly realized that Helian Yu was actually using a sword. It's sharp, it's not much time to use a sword.
"It's" Quanyuan "." Helian Yuqi pointed at the sword, "Do your best, fight under it."
The voice did not fall, and the body and the sword turned into cold shadows. Ye Fusheng only felt a strong wind cut his throat, and he stepped sideways in a hurry. The dagger raised a block, dangerously hit the tip of the sword, struggling to shake open, too late to move, He also couldn't see clearly how Helian Yu's method and body were used.
Ye Fusheng was caught off guard and changed three kinds of footwork in a row. He leaned back and kicked him in the ring jumping point. However, this soft sword was free to receive and send, and he turned around like a poisonous snake in a blink of an eye, strangling Ye Fusheng's calf. Break away in time, but a sword was also cut on the leg, and the blood suddenly became wet.
The rain in the sky is gradually decreasing, but Helian Yu's swordsmanship is still like a gust of wind and rain. The soft sword is in his hand, sometimes like a silk ribbon, flexible and weightless, erratic, and sometimes twisted, making people feel unclear. ; Sometimes infused with internal force is extremely hard, less than flesh, already feel cut.
Rigidity and softness are combined, and the changes are endless.
Ye Fusheng has never seen such a sword technique, but he has heard of it.
In the inn that day, Ruan Feiyu talked about the "Broken Cloud Sword", which is the head of the eight great masters of martial arts. Although this person has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for 30 years, he has never seen anyone who has drawn his sword. .
"The so-called 'one sword breaks the clouds and opens the world' refers to the last sword in his set of swordsmanship. With this 'breaking cloud' style, he is invincible in the world." Ruan Feiyu returned the fake to the sheath. At that time, reminiscence and admiration were revealed in his eyes, "The swordsmanship connotation of the change of gossip can be divided into a combination of sixty-four types, which can be divided into complex and difficult to distinguish, or can be divided into simple and unbreakable eight strokes No one can see the changes in harmony, rigidity and softness. "
Ye Fusheng frowned at the time: "Did anyone break this sword technique?"
Ruan Feiyu smiled and said, "According to the old knowledge, from his initial entry into the rivers and lakes, he disappeared, and no one beat him, and none."
"... What is this set of swordsmanship?"
"Water clouds, rolling water, and clouds of smoke." Ruan Feiyu said softly, "If one day you encounter this swordsmanship, try your best to escape."
Ye Fusheng remembered it at the time, but he didn't expect that this old guy probably had a long crow mouth, and he even said it was a slogan.
Thinking of this, another sword came like a venomous snake, trembling and vomiting, and he reached his heart in an instant, Ye Fusheng couldn't resist him, but could make Qiaojin retreat, the dagger turned in his palm, strangling You Long Like a soft sword.
Before he could catch his breath, Helian Yu came out with his left hand, directed at his eyes, almost touching his eyelids. Ye Fusheng was terrified, his head tilted back, his fingers were drawn from the corners of his eyes, and a shallow blood stain was pulled away.
When he retreated, his hand was loose, and the soft sword rolled out the dagger like a whip. When Helian Yu turned his wrist, the dagger rolled back and threw himself at Ye Fusheng's door. Ye Fusheng's power was not enough at this time, and he had no time to take it. He hurried back and hurriedly retreated, only to hear the muffled sound of the blade coming into the flesh, the dagger penetrated the left shoulder.
This knife was so powerful that he almost nailed his shoulders. Although he avoided the muscles and bones, the blade did not dare to delve into the flesh and blood, and he stood firm with pain, and heard Helian Yu laughed: "Li Shangshang."
This man was a must-have. Ye Fusheng cut a shallow mouth on his left shoulder, and he would hold Ye Fusheng's shoulder against it.
Pulling out the dagger, he quickly acupoints to stop bleeding. Ye Fusheng's left arm is temporarily useless. The rain has already wet his entire body, and his hair is close to the body. The thin person seems to have lost a bit.
The blood on the dagger trickled down with rain, his face was pale, and his breathing became heavy and rapid. He had experienced countless times of swords and swords in the past ten years, but today he has died countless times in a few rounds.
At the next moment, the dagger collided with the soft sword again, Ye Fusheng took advantage of the power to leap backward, distance from He Lianyu, and his eyes were killed, the dagger flipped in his palm, and suddenly broke out of the air, this knife was too fast Too powerful, almost brought the sound of wind and thunder, like a glimpse of the thunder, the internal force attached to it was carrying strength, and he split a gap in the rain screen, and immediately forced Helian Yu before his chest!
This knife is too fast, and the dagger is not like a long knife. He Lianyu draws his sword back to the defense. It is too late to wear wearing a finger cot across his heart. Light-Ye Fusheng got close to him after he shot, and this catch was as fast as a crane to catch a dragon, ripping off the silver mask on his face.
Dangerously avoiding being a sword in the chest, Ye Fusheng withdrew from Zhang Xu and looked at this face almost greedily, as if to keep every sweat in his head, and he could not be remembered.
This is indeed Mu Yanan's face.
Just changed his dress, changed his expression, and seemed to have become another person, transformed from a gentle and elegant scribe to an impermanent devil.
The silver mask fell into the muddy water. He Lianyu's eyes, which had been relaxed and calm, suddenly froze for a moment. The smile on his face receded like the tide, and the slightly curled lips gradually straightened like a sharp blade. .
"This is really ... let me, did not expect."
He stooped to pick up the mask, and carefully wiped off the mud with his sleeves. Unfortunately, the tie had been torn off. He had to put the mask away carefully and looked up at Ye Fusheng: "I wanted to keep your life, no I think you like death so much. "
"There are many things you didn't expect." Ye Fusheng coughed lightly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Helian Yu asked gently: "For example?"
Ye Fusheng's gaze crossed him and smiled slightly: "For example, you today ... can't kill me."
Amidst the wind and rain, a dark shadow drove silently, close to his back.
He Lianyu frowned, and a knife came across his throat. He turned it around, spinning around, and the blade was cut with a slight wound. The thin blood oozed out, as if wrapped around his neck. There was a red line.
A sword and a sword collided, and at the same time, the fingers and palms were connected, and only the sound of two bone cracks sounded at the same time. Chu Xiwei had passed him and fell in front of Ye Fusheng, coldly looking at He Lianyu.
His right hand fell unnaturally on his side, and Helian Yu's on his left hand were also curled in the palm. There was injury between the two rounds.
On the occasion of a serious attack, Chu Xiwei finally hurried back.