Chapter 1338 Beaten Violently... (Third Update! Please Subscribe!)
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Above the sky, the sky is blue and clear, and the pure white clouds meander like mountains, piled up one after another.
There are birds and birds flying by, the wind blows their feathers, and the frost freezes their wings. The original barrenness under the wings is now full of precious light.
Numerous golden stamens and white petals are connected to form a chain, like prayer banners stretching, covering the entire battlefield.
The smoke and dust dispersed under it, two figures, one dark and one colorful, moved and turned, and the cold light flickered like epiphyllum, blooming and fading at times.
The gigantic and magnificent harp stands quietly, with colorful tassels flowing and shining, emerald and brilliant, and the twenty-five strings are untouched, and they move by themselves, sending out bursts of clear and clear music, resounding all over the field.
Cen Fangwo's high-knot colorful dress, the gorgeous clothes perfectly fit the delicate body, slender and light, when the steps turn, it is like a young deer in the forest, a butterfly among the flowers, jumping up and down, smart and treacherous, and the soft sword in the hand is always straight and sometimes twisted , sometimes hanging and sometimes straightening, when the blade is swallowing, it looks like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, tricky and unpredictable, constantly attacking.
Pei Ling stepped back again and again, stepping on the muddy ground with every step, leaving deep footprints. With the blood splattered, his black clothes were already ragged, with large and small cracks all over. In every crack, there could be I saw the traces of flesh and blood, and the blood flowed, and the physical strength, energy, and vitality were continuously lost.
The stone he picked up just now has already been thrown, he is unarmed and has a mortal body, so there is almost no power to fight back right now.
Knowing that he would definitely lose if he continued like this, Pei Ling's heart sank immediately. Seeing the cold light flickering in front of him, Cen Fangwo once again bullied him and stabbed his chest with a sword. Step out, face the sword, and rush directly towards Cen Fangwo!
puff!
The soft sword pierced through his left shoulder in an instant, but he ignored it, and immediately seized this critical moment, stretched his arms like a net, and embraced his body!
Cen Fangwo immediately withdrew his sword, but the sword pierced too deeply and was already stuck in his muscles, so he couldn't draw it out for a while, and it was too late to abandon the sword again.
The next moment, Pei Ling's arms were like iron tongs, and she hugged her graceful and delicate body. Immediately afterwards, he hooked his right leg forward and caught her legs. With a sudden force from his waist, he threw her to the ground!
Cen Fangwo's body lost balance in an instant, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. But he is proficient in martial arts, even if he is caught in a trick, he will not panic. The moment he is about to touch the ground, he suddenly raises his hand and grabs Pei Ling's skirt. With the sound of the wind, it blatantly hit Pei Ling on the head.
boom! ! !
Pei Ling received a hard kick, and his mind buzzed for a moment, but his movements were not slow at all. He immediately grabbed Cen Fangwo's arm, and immediately twisted his whole body. It was an over-the-shoulder fall!
boom!
Cen Fangwo suddenly felt the world spinning. The chained sky and the dusty earth flashed alternately in her sight. Before she could react, she was hit hard on the ground, and a long-lost pain instantly spread throughout her body.
As soon as the blow was successful, Pei Ling immediately turned from defense to offense. Before the opponent got up, he quickly stepped forward, directly straddled Cen Fangwo's body, and smashed his head with both fists like hammers.
The situation was reversed, and Cen Fangwo immediately crossed his arms and firmly protected his head to defend against Pei Ling's attack.
bang bang bang bang...
However, within a few punches from Pei Ling, not far away, the crystal strings rippled like water patterns, and the sound of the konghou changed again.
From the original brisk and lively, to impassioned, majestic and majestic.
In an instant, Cen Fangwo's power increased greatly!
While defending with his arms, he suddenly supported Pei Ling's fists with one hand, and the free palm cut upwards, and a sharp hand slashed Pei Ling's neck!
Snapped!
Suddenly, Pei Ling's eyes went dark, Venus burst out, and a strong dizziness came from his mind.
Before he could react further, Cen Fangwo threw another straight punch, blasting towards Pei Ling's front amidst the wind.
boom!
Pei Ling's whole body suddenly fell backward uncontrollably!
But there was still a soft sword stuck in his left shoulder, just as he fell to the ground, there was a burst of severe pain!
Pei Ling woke up suddenly, and was about to get up, but saw Cen Fangwo put his elbows on the ground, twisted his waist, and instantly pulled his legs out of Pei Ling's pressure, then turned his elbows as the center, and with the help of In a spinning motion, her legs were like the wind, and her left and right knees slammed into Pei Ling's chest almost in no particular order.
Kacha Kacha Kacha...
There was a sudden pain in Pei Ling's chest, and he felt how many ribs had been broken!
The next moment, raindrops of fists fell on his face.
bang bang bang bang...
Pei Ling's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his mind was completely muddled.
Cen Fangwo took advantage of the situation and grabbed the soft sword that had pierced into his left shoulder, and was about to pull it out, but just as his wrist grabbed the hilt of the sword, he suddenly tightened it, but was caught by Pei Ling immediately!
Cen Fangwo frowned, the physical body of this holy son of Chongming Sect is so strong!
If it were an ordinary monk, even if he was of the same way, he would have been beaten to death by her at this moment! Not to mention fighting back, it is even difficult to stay awake!
When her thoughts turned, she punched Pei Ling in the face again.
boom!
Pei Ling quickly raised his right arm to block the punch, and then suddenly exerted force on the left hand clasping Cen Fangwo's wrist. Despite the blood gushing from his left shoulder, he twisted it away from the hilt with brute force, and then grabbed it with his right hand. The hilt, regardless of the severe pain and shoulder injury, pulled out the soft sword!
brush!
The soft sword was stained with blood, and the blood was mixed with the flickering cold light, and it was already sweeping towards Cen Fangwo like a poisonous snake!
Cen Fangwo didn't expect that Pei Ling would use such desperate tactics several times, she hurriedly leaned back, a bit of chill almost swayed against the tip of her nose.
He dodged hastily, although he saved his life, he couldn't completely dodge the sword, only heard the sound of "stabbing" and the sword edge cut a section of brocade jacket, revealing the crystal clear snow shoulder in an instant.
After finally seizing the opportunity again, Pei Ling didn't dare to pause, and slashed at Cen Fangwo with his sword again!
Cen Fangwo slapped the ground with one hand, and flew out obliquely with his strength, like a swift flying through the sky, but he once again performed ordinary lightness kung fu and quickly distanced himself from it.
Pei Ling finally stood up again. He was panting heavily. His whole body was ragged and scarred, especially on his left shoulder. Blood was gurgling from the bloody hole, and dust dripped down the corner of his sleeve.
Looking at Cen Fangwo who was still unscathed, he suddenly felt that this battle was more difficult than challenging Emperor Zhongkui and Tuo Tiexiong!
"clank……"
At this moment, the music of the ice crystal harp changed again, like clouds rising and snow flying, curling up endlessly.
Cen Fangwo, whose complexion was also slightly pale, recovered quickly!
Before Pei Ling recovered more strength, Cen Fangwo immediately rushed towards Pei Ling.
With a flick of the soft sword in Pei Ling's hand, he immediately drew a fierce and mysterious sword style. The tip of the sword trembled like a flower branch, and it was like a lotus in a sudden rain. Thousands of cold lights instantly enveloped Cen Fangwo's body.
It was the sword move of Han An Jianzong!
The fourth is still being revised.