Legend of Fei Chapter 48: Break the formation

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Ji Yunshen's speech was a little short of breath, but his tone was very calm, as if these heroes and monsters next to him beat people's heads into dog heads, and he couldn't shake his ashamed peace.

The legendary descendant of the northern sword said: "There are nine styles of the snowbreaker. From front to back, they are'mountain','sea','wind','broken','break', and'cut'. , "Wu Bi", "Impermanence", "Wu Feng", when I was young, I was fortunate to meet Senior Li, thinking that his knife, the essence of "Wu Feng", and the snowbreaker came to the head of Li Da , I happened to be lucky to have seen her knife once. The essence of her knife is "incomparable." Little girl, you are neither Senior Li nor Da Li, where did your knife fall?"

At first, Zhou Fei felt that this man had no energy at all, and that so many people had nothing to say when he was tired, so he was a little angry and didn’t want to listen to him nagging, but then she didn’t know what was going on. After hearing it, Zhou Fei felt as if an iron wedge had chipped through her brain when she heard the "Wufeng" and "Wubi" passages. Even if it wasn't a'Taigu' empowerment, it could at least be regarded as a sesame oil empowerment.

She couldn't help but pause for a moment, and she was almost stuck in the crowd among the surrounding blue dragons.

Zhou Fei said in his heart: "Yes, when my grandfather was absent, my mother was not much older than me. Her set of snowbreakers might have become like bears. She said that snowbreakers are'invincible'. It’s not necessarily ancestral or made up by myself. Why do I regard it as a standard?"

Since Zhou Fei went down the mountain, she has grown more than just mindfulness and insight.

Once, she regarded Li Jinrong as a goal she wanted to surpass in her dreams. On the one hand, Zhou Fei felt that there was nothing great about being headed by Da Li. Sooner or later, she would be able to seize her mother’s hand effortlessly. Longwhip, on the other hand, Zhou Fei has an indescribable dependence on Li Jinrong-she subconsciously believes that even if the sky falls, as long as Li Da is still in charge, the Forty Eight Villages will not be buried in it. Therefore, what she said must be irrefutable and undisputed. The Kung Fu she taught must be the most authoritative, and Zhou Fei cares very much about her evaluation.

But at this time, everything seems to be the other way around.

Zhou Fei saw countless hardships in the world that she could not think of with her own eyes, and she personally took on a little...Compared with Li Jinrong back then, the responsibilities and pressures were insignificant. Only then did she know that Li Da is truly remarkable.

On the contrary, it is Li Jinrong's kung fu. Although it is also first-class, there are still four great masters in the world, such as the Four Demon of the Living Dead Mountain, the Big Dipper, the Greedy Wolf, and even the Withered Hand, and it may not be possible for Li Da to stand alone.

Zhou Fei had this idea in her mind. The original frame of the nine-style snowbreaker seemed to suddenly fall apart in her heart. Zhou Fei did not even want to, and stretched the back of the knife to suppress the sword in the hands of a blue dragon. Instinctively pushed up, Zhou Fei took advantage of the situation and slid over with the blade-like she had slid a wicker across the drag line countless times!

Slid to the end, Zhou Fei suddenly stood up with the blade in his hand. The word "Broken" was ready to go. The people in front of her had no time to react, and they had been stabbed by the sword like a poisonous snake.

Zhou Fei kicked the corpse off the tip of his knife, then stretched out his hand, picked up the corpse by the collar, and slammed it forward. The person who was about to make up the line was suddenly knocked off. .

Although the formations of the world are very different, some principles are fixed. Although Zhou Fei has never learned systematically, he is extremely talented in fighting...especially in gang fights. A set of "mayfly" is enough for her. Winged like a tiger.

She smashed the line-up person and didn't move forward. Instead, she took a step back. She hung her elbow and clicked on the chin of one of the Qinglong Cultists. The man fell on his back, and the people next to him were busy going forward. When the sword stabbed, Zhou Fei slapped the back of the sword, followed his strength and swept out sideways, opening a small opening in the dense formation.

Five or six Qinglong cultists saw this and they hurried forward to intercept. Zhou Fei, as if practicing bone shrinking, slipped through the gap between them very dexterously, like a stream of water that could not be grasped. , The "water" flowed halfway, but the knife in her hand suddenly turned her face, Zhou Fei returned to his hand to slash, the result of the knife was so fierce and really worth remembering, it is difficult for a Qinglong cultist to be sharp, and it is too late to retreat. The Shang had already been stabbed, and he pounced forward under severe pain, just to pounce on the swords of several of his companions, and on the spot it became a piece of bacon that had been pierced with several sticks.

Zhou Fei immediately made a hole in the entire array of traversing mountains and seas. And she reached the door in a blink of an eye.

At this time, I only heard Liang Shang Xie Yun yelling: "Where is your'Selling Bone Powder'?"

His voice fell, Zhou Fei had already raised his sleeves knowingly, and a group of Green Dragon cultists blocking the door listened to these threats, foreseeing that there was an evil thing that could see blood in their throats, and could not help taking a step back collectively.

Zhou Fei chopped off the ankle of the slow person who was retreating with a stab, and slammed the door of the inn with a bang. He returned with a long knife and swept back, forcing the Qinglong cultists who wanted to get close to the door, and then he opened the wooden door of the inn himself. Pulling it apart, the gang of silly hats that had just been deceived finally came back to their senses. They were about to hit the door without stopping. Dangdang stunned and slammed into a handful of "unpleasant winds" on the face, and the blood was splashed on the door. , There were several more corpses at once, which became natural doorstops.

Xie Yun immediately shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, the formation is broken, it's not enough to be afraid, why don't you fight back?"

Actually, the formation over the mountains and the sea didn’t break, but Zhou Fei was too fast just now and restrained the whole formation. At first glance, many people are standing in the wrong position. If someone is commanding it properly, this time can be achieved in the blink of an eye. Returning to his position, it is a pity that the old man in Jiulong was fighting with the fat shopkeeper and had no time for him to take care of him. Xie Yun's bewitching remark immediately took root and immediately frightened the Qinglong Sect's tumultuous formation.

The people in the inn who didn't have the power to defend, immediately complained, avenged, and fought against Zhou Fei who was stuck in the doorway, and the formation was not broken.

Xie Yun took the time to squeeze his eyes at Zhou Fei, compared to a thumb--you have the advantage of a three-foot green front, and I have a three-inch long tongue. The clothes are seamless and the cooperation is perfect.

Zhou Feixin said: "Bah."

She turned her head away, too lazy to look at the hands and feet of this shameless thing and slapped the ground in the cracks of the stairs.

The situation on the field reversed immediately. The fat shopkeeper yelled and put his hands together. The pair of white and tender palms buckled the Jiulong old daggers in their palms, which seemed invulnerable, and then kicked them horizontally. , In the middle of the side waist of the old man in Jiulong, the so-called "women are afraid of beating the stomach, men are afraid of beating the waist", the old man in the Jiulong stood upright and flew out sideways, hitting his head against the pillar next to the wooden steps, if he was a porcelain man, I'm afraid it has already been kicked in half at this moment.

The old man in Jiulong gasped and raised his head unintentionally, and was hitting his gaze with Xie Yun, who was hanging in the air and hidden in the gap between the wooden steps.

Xie Yun: "Ah, the big thing is not good!"

When the old man in Jiulong saw this little white face, his heart and liver cramped with hatred. He only wished that he could chop up Xie Yun's corpse and feed it to the dog, and stabbed him with a sword.

Xie Yun fell from the air almost effortlessly like a piece of paper, sliding away as soon as his toes touched the ground.

There seems to be a gust of autumn wind blowing in the sealed inn for no reason-Master Xie is the fallen leaf that moves with the wind.

"Falling Leaves" danced lightly, and said unforgivingly: "Uncle, persimmons can't just be squeezed softly. How much does it hurt your old man's fame?"

He was already flying on the second floor while he was talking. He turned his head and grinned at the old man in Jiulong, and then fell down from the hole where the old man in Jiulong had just stepped on. The fat shopkeeper happened to be waiting under the entrance of the hole, and immediately grinned and said: "You come down!"

The fat shopkeeper grabbed the old man Jiulong's calf and directly dragged him down to the ground.

The fat shopkeeper looked up and saw that a group of Qinglong cultists were gone, like a gang of mobs with no heads. The door was guarded tightly by Zhou Fei, and the people inside had been killed by the residents who were angry and counterattacked. Seven seven eight eight. The fat shopkeeper gave a low laugh, and said to the old man in Jiulong: "Brother, if you do anything wrong, you will die."

After finishing speaking, he twisted his big hand to break the old man's ankle.

At this moment, there was a very quiet "K" sound. The inn was too noisy, even the fat shopkeeper himself did not hear, but Ji Yunchen and Xie Yun raised their heads at the same time and said in unison: "Be careful!"

There was a mechanical spring on the Jiulong old man’s ankle. With external force pulling and twisting, a small iron arrow with the length of a palm flew straight towards the door of the fat shopkeeper. It was too late for the fat shopkeeper to hide. In a hurry, he yelled, squeezed one of the legs of Jiulong old man, then raised his hand to protect the front door, and the small iron arrow was poking into his palm.

The invulnerable hands of the fat shopkeeper seemed to be caught on the fire, and a burning pain instantly rolled over his body, and the blood flowed out as black--the iron arrow was actually poisonous!

Ji Yunshen's face changed abruptly, he stood up abruptly, but saw that the fat shopkeeper picked up an axe that he didn't know who had fallen from the side, shouted, and chopped the right hand of one of his arrows. Go down.

Ji Yun lost his voice: "Brother Hua!"

From the plot of the old man in Jiulong to the fat shopkeeper's arrow breaking his wrist, there was nothing to breathe. Xie Yun didn't even have time to blink. He was already stunned.

After a long while, he whispered: "Flower? Is it the "Furong Palm" Hua Zhenglong?"

The fat shopkeeper's complexion is blue and white, his head is covered with cold sweat, and he can't help but tremble. Two rows of teeth can't help but squeeze out a word from the teeth: "There is still someone who remembers me as an old thing. Fortunately... Fortunately... ."

The old man in Jiulong dangling a leg deformed to one side, almost fainted in pain, panting for a while on the ground like a dead dog, his turbid eyes became clear again, hearing the words "Hua Zhenglong", his eyes flickered , One hand will be put into his arms.

At this moment, the sharp light of the knife flashed, and Jiulong Old Man's pupils only had time to shrink. Before he shrank into place, he had become a "headless man", and he rolled out with a grunting head.

Zhou Fei, who arrived at some time, was slightly wrong, avoiding the bloodstain of Lao Gao, frowning and scanning Xie Yun and Ji Yun with a single glance. I really don’t know the use of these two guns. .

At this time, the Qinglong Cultist, who was blocked by Zhou Fei alone outside the inn, finally broke open the wooden door. Before he had time to rush in, he had a face-to-face with the head of the old man Jiulong and ran to the front. One inadvertently stumbled on the threshold, and then the person jumped up in a thunderous manner, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

The Qinglong cultists outside the door immediately dispersed, and in a blink of an eye they ran clean, leaving a pile of blood, stretching from the entrance of Sanchun Inn to the long street.

Before being alarmed by the sound of fighting, the vendors and others who closed their doors and closed the windows set up the windows again, and walked around again as if there was nothing wrong with people passing by. Everyone seemed to be used to this kind of scene, as if the beach on the ground It's not human blood, it's shit-except to be careful not to step on it, there is nothing else worth noting.

The fat shopkeeper Hua Zhenglong staggered to the side, and Ji Yunchen quickly stepped forward to help him stop the bleeding. The little white face who had been acupointed in that corner saw that everyone was very busy, and no one paid him any attention, so he sneered: "Furong Palm, Nan Dao...Haha, you really deserve to be a descendant of Bei Dao, even if you are a waste person. , There are also a bunch of dogs rushing to protect you..."

He didn't finish his words, Zhou Fei already shook his body and came to him, raised his hand and struck him with a big mouth. If the little white face's neck was thinner, she would almost let her slap her head around. One side of his white face suddenly swelled to Lao Gao, and the thin melon seed face became an upside-down acorn!

Zhou Fei said with carelessness: "If you spray dung, you will cut your tongue."

Xie Yun hurriedly said: "Yes, this Xiongtai should shut up quickly, she can do it!"

The little white face stared at Zhou Fei fiercely, as if fire came out of his eyes.

Ji Yunchen stopped the bleeding for the flower shopkeeper, then sighed, turned his head back to Zhou Fei and hit the ground, then looked around in the inn, and said to everyone: "Ji has hurt you all, he is really dead. Do not redeem it."

Xiao Bai’s face sneered, his acorn face hindered his performance, and his mouth was a bit crooked. This person is really a natural bone, and he still refuses to stop talking, saying, "You guys. It doesn’t matter if I buckle, I’m just a dog that wags its tail under the main seat of Qinglong, but you kill his old man in the Nine Dragons, break his traversing the mountains and the sea, and publicly beat him in the face of the old man. This thing can’t be kind. Now, there is one person here today, and no one can run away!"

Ji Yunshen turned his head to look at him, and sighed: "Apoi, you are like this. If you see your parents, I don't know how to feel uncomfortable in my heart. Don't abuse yourself anymore."

The little white face heard the word "parents" and he was about to fall ill on the spot. His face flushed immediately, and the blue veins on his neck violently hung an inch high. If it weren't for the acupuncture points, he could jump up and bite. , Said loudly: "You still have a face to mention my parents! You......"

His voice fell, and the ground suddenly shook for no reason.

The doors and windows erected all over the street looked like they had been rehearsing, and they closed all the way back. The streets that had just been coming and going were no one in the blink of an eye.