Chapter 690 Trump Card

In the world of martial arts, what is the character who can be easily identified as a strong person at a glance?

When this question comes to mind, everyone will have their own answer, but the three people who appear in front of Feng Xue at least prove that Qingyun, at least Heshuo, is the form that people think a strong person should have - —

A lonely swordsman with a care in his heart who has gone through many vicissitudes of life.

In the game world, a slovenly wandering beggar.

And this is the young and energetic protagonist who is already walking in front of him, with a crooked mouth and a sneer!

Monologue unsheathed himself and knocked away the young man's sword like a legendary flying sword. Mo Ran drew an arc and took the young man's head directly from his neck.

However, since he is Wangjiang's top fighting force, the young man will naturally not withdraw so easily. A soft whip shot out from his sleeve and actually caught the edge of Mo Ran's sword, forcibly deflecting the force of the sword.

Seeing this, Feng Xue made a fist with her left hand, her fingers were like phoenix eyes, she grasped the majestic momentum in her palm, and punched out, as if black thunder suddenly appeared in the air.

This punch was so powerful and heavy that it seemed to crush even the air. But at this moment, a generous palm wrapped in green light suddenly inserted between the two of them. Feng Xue only felt that this punch suddenly Without any strength, the young man was pulled away by this force. At the same time, some careless words sounded——

"Young man, don't be so brave and aggressive. Let me tell you, this Wangjiang Seal is a very troublesome thing. You can't leave Wangjiang. You already have the Flying Deer Seal, so just keep it! You have to fight it. Fighting to the death..."

That language completely violated the law of sound transmission and appeared directly in Feng Xue's mind. Although he didn't know what the purpose of Wangjiang Yin was, he was a soft-spoken person who didn't like hard words. If you talk about it carefully, If you show sincerity, he might give it to you, but since we are at war with each other, if you don't even say a good thing, he is just a piece of junk, so don't even try to take it away!

The left fist that had been resisted suddenly shook, and the domineering force held in the palm suddenly exploded. The strong intimidation shook the dead boy away. His right hand let go of Mo Ran, and turned into a killer whale blow, heading straight towards Mianpier. Come!

This killer whale's cock fight looks crude, but there is a faint sound of waves, as if there is a shadow of a black and white sea creature, swinging its tail with the palm.

Death Boy felt awe-struck in his heart. He bent his elbows and pushed his wrists to protect the side of his head, but he still spun and flew out.

Feng Xue felt the touch in her palm and frowned. Although it seemed to be very powerful, this blow was obviously not effective!

Lose force!

It’s a highly complete killing force!

There was no time to review the subtle operations completed by the dead man in an instant. Feng Xue pointed his finger, and the monologue suddenly stood up. With a crisp metal collision, he easily blocked a stab that came from the blind corner behind him.

In the transparent world that combines God's perspective and extraordinary intuition, there is no gap for a sneak attack. When the attack was blocked, Mo Ran was already attached to the young man's neck.

Snap!

Without warning, the young man's lower body suddenly softened, as if he had stepped on the air. He fell to the ground for no reason, but he just happened to avoid this fatal sword, and only a few strands of hair remained in the air.

"The protagonist's luck?"

Feng Xue secretly thought in her heart, exerting force under her feet, she shook her feet and opened a ravine directly in the ground, breaking up the young man who was about to get up. He pressed down and was about to nail the young man to the ground.

"Duang!"

A long sword was pressed against the tip of Monologue's sword. It was obviously an extremely laborious lever, but at this time it was as stable as a mountain.

"Are you finally planning to take action?" Feng Xue looked at Su Changfeng who had finally entered the battle, his body burning with light flames, the drizzle turning into steam, and it seemed like a giant bear was roaring behind him.

"That's it for now, let's fight!"

Su Changfeng's tone was cold, but the edge of his sword was extremely sharp. As the words came out, the sudden sharp momentum directly cut through Feng Xue's pressure.

Feng Xue, who had had an experience, knew that this move could not be done forcefully, so she tapped her toes and flew backwards, but the monologue in her hand turned into a flying sword again and shot at the young man who was about to get up.

call!

The sound of cracking silk came from the side, and the dead man who had been forced to fly away by Feng Xue had quietly clung to Feng Xue's side. He waved his hand horizontally, which seemed ordinary, but seemed to carry huge power. , as if a high mountain was pressing down.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..."

The sound of the second hand jumping sounded again, and the fleeting time was quickly stretched. Feng Xue, who was flying upside down, held her breath and concentrated, as if a drop of golden dew fell into the water.

A perfect golden arc came into view. Feng Xue twisted his body in mid-air, and every twist of his joints pushed his fist to make that perfect spin.

"Bang!"

The mountains and rivers collapsed, the sea of ​​​​mirrors churned, and the two martial arts images shattered, but a warning sign came from the bottom of my heart.

It was just that Feng Xue had just come out of the time-stop state at this time, and the joints throughout his body were misaligned to varying degrees. Even though the splicing was quickly restored, a moment of stiffness was unavoidable.

Then, from the smoke, the fine sword energy suddenly exploded, and the starlight on Feng Xue's body was instantly cut off. A soft whip shook out, accurately wrapped around Feng Xue's ankle, and dragged Feng Xue with great force. Then he was suddenly thrown to the ground, with his right arm obviously twisted. The man's left fist was clenched, and he was already falling like a meteor.

"Buzz!"

The earth shook, and the endless smoke and dust seemed to cover the sky, and were shot down by the golden raindrops.

Deathboy, who had punched twelve successful punches, suddenly felt that something was wrong. It should have hit a flesh and blood body, but at this moment, there seemed to be a cracking sound coming from the face of the fist.

The warrior's experience made him not continue to pursue, but retreat quickly. It was at the same time that he jumped away that the sound of rain seemed to disappear.

Not only the sound of rain, but also all the noise fell into silence, leaving only the indifferent words of a sudden note -

"Sitting and forgetting to transform into mortals..."

The yellow-clad body cracked open like an insect chrysalis.

"Mengdie seeks the cause..."

The rippled starlight sprayed out from the crack like streamers, like a giant beast spreading its wings in the heavy rain.

"A pillow of yellow rice is waiting for the sun to shine."

Compared with the god-like figure in yellow clothes before, the young man who looked extraordinarily ordinary stood up from the torn armor, his eyes seemed to reflect the endless starry sky.

He stretched out his hand and held it in vain, and the ink dye appeared in his palm.

The brilliant stars spread out like wings, and the dark clouds completely dissipated at this moment.

There seem to be notes jumping, and there seems to be a melody weaving.

He turned his wrist and raised the ink dye. As he swung it, a trace of ink dyed the world black.

In an instant, it was like the mountains and rivers were overturned, and in an instant, it was like a sea of ​​change.

The Faceless City, which had been reduced to ruins in the brief confrontation, completely disappeared, and a brand new city had already stood up at some point.

The melody became melodious, the singing became cheerful, and the faint fragrance spread.

"Swastika: Lord of the Feast in the Deep Sky and Starry Sea!"