Chapter 57

As soon as Feng Yi said this, Xuedao Laozu understood his meaning deeply; it was not right to answer, and it was not right not to answer.

Think of him as the fourth-generation leader of the Xuedao Sect of the Qinghai Black Sect. He had swept through Qinghai in his daily life and had experienced countless hardships and dangers in his life. Now he had actually fallen into the hands of a junior. But he was different from the righteous heroes; he didn't value reputation much in his heart. If he couldn't beat him, he would run! After all, a hero doesn't suffer immediate losses!

But he was directly pointed out by Feng Yi! What does it mean to have courage? Continuing to fight is courage.

Isn't fleeing in a panic a lack of courage!

And Feng Yi could say this, obviously knowing that he would run.

In an instant, more than a dozen strategies turned in Xuedao Laozu's mind, but he felt that none of them worked.

His own eldest disciple Shengdi was hit in the chest by Feng Yi, his eyes bulged, his mouth split and eyes slanted, blood gushed from his mouth like a spring, and he was no longer human, dying in an instant.

The other disciples' martial arts were far inferior to Shengdi's. If he hadn't been injured, he could have fought Feng Yi.

Unfortunately, after taking Feng Yi's punch, he only felt physical pain, which was fine, but after spitting out a mouthful of blood, his chest was still stifled, making his breathing difficult, his body felt like it had lost all strength, and his whole body felt light. If it weren't for his disciples supporting him, he would have wanted to collapse on the ground.

He knew that his internal injuries were not light and could not be healed in ten days or half a month. He could only tighten his breathing and adjust his energy so that he could have the strength to escape.

Xuedao Laozu's face turned purple, and he suddenly laughed loudly, shook the blade in his hand, and his eyes flashed: "Feng Yi, the Old Ancestor also knows that you are a sensible person.

Tell me, now that I and my four great disciples are fighting you for our lives, what advantage can you gain? Isn't the sentence you said in front of everyone just now, 'If I don't kill you, I won't be a human,' just an empty word?"

Xuedao Laozu also knew clearly that the reason Feng Yi was talking to him was because he had been cut by his blade. He was wearing a treasure garment and had no external injuries, but he had suffered damage, and at the very least, he must be half-numb.

He was massaging his shoulder at this moment, which was using internal energy to clear his meridians so that his body could recover.

Even if there was another Ling Tuisi, bringing so many people, it was useless.

Because if Ling Tuisi sent people up at this moment, he didn't know if Feng Yi would die, but he would likely die.

After all, he had thought, if he were in Feng Yi's shoes, what would he do when Ling Tuisi called people up? He would definitely rush between himself and his disciples.

Then he, who had the strongest martial power and was seriously injured, would definitely bear the brunt.

With that bunch of rice buckets under Ling Tuisi, how could they intervene? In the end, he would still have to fight for his life with his disciples!

For his own sake, Xuedao Laozu had to delay time and let himself recover his ability to act first.

So at this moment, his mind was only thinking about how to escape. If he could make Feng Yi shift his target, that would be a good way! Ling Tuisi was not a stupid person either, and he instantly understood Xuedao Laozu's intention, his face twitching.

He also had unspeakable bitterness. He originally thought that with the master and disciples of the Xuedao Sect joining forces, it was impossible to lose to Feng Yi, and even if it wasn't good, it could make him consume a lot of energy. Who knew that Shengdi would become a dead dog in the blink of an eye, and Xuedao Laozu would also be beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

Feng Yi learning the "Divine Illumination Jing" and "Shadowless Divine Fist" in just seven days had already exceeded his imagination, but he didn't expect that he could play with swords today! Feng Yi had been under Ling Tuisi for more than ten years, and Ling Tuisi had never seen him practice swords. In just a few days, his sword technique had actually become so exquisite.

This couldn't help but give Ling Tuisi an idea.

He was not fighting a person at all!

But heaven! With this bunch of people under him, how could he do anything about it?

The most terrifying thing was a Feng Yi who was invulnerable to swords and guns.

Ling Tuisi was also a martial arts expert. How terrifying was it that such an expert as Feng Yi was hard to hurt with swords and guns? Seeing the stunned appearance of his subordinates, it was obvious that they were shocked and afraid, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

He just hoped that Feng Yi would continue to fight with the Xuedao Sect.

If he ordered to surround and attack Feng Yi at this moment, it was not certain that he would kill Feng Yi, but the people of the Xuedao Sect might run away. But what about himself? The Xuedao Sect could retreat to Qinghai, but could he leave Jingzhou?

Ling Tuisi and the Xuedao Sect were united by profit. For a time, both sides had their own ghosts, and both hoped that the other would attract Feng Yi's killers for them.

How could Feng Yi not know their thoughts? He smiled lightly and said coldly: "Ling Tuisi is certainly worthy of death, but your Xuedao Sect rapes and plunders, I don't know how many good women have been harmed, and you are even less of a thing!"

As he spoke, he accelerated the circulation of his internal energy to make the meridians in his left shoulder smooth.

Xuedao Laozu's eyes flickered, and he laughed: "Feng Yi, the Old Ancestor will teach you a sentence: timely enjoyment is what our generation seeks! The so-called: 'The fair lady, a gentleman's good match'."

Men like women, it has been the same since ancient times.

But you have such good martial arts, yet you are not interested in beauties. That Qi Changfa's daughter has a beautiful face and a graceful figure. The Old Ancestor originally wanted to find her to play with, but after being slapped twice by you, he lost his appetite. Is it that you don't know how to cherish the fragrance and pity the jade, or do you want to save people?

The reason Feng Yi beat Qi Fang into a pig's face was that he guessed that they were all from the Xuedao Sect and was afraid that she would be targeted by them. However, he didn't think about explaining this, but it was seen through by Xuedao Laozu.

Feng Yi smiled slightly, with a "Clang," inserted the sword in his hand into the ground, took the gourd from his waist, and drank painfully.

During the battle just now, although it was only a few moves, because of tension, he was quite thirsty.

Xuedao Laozu was secretly anxious. He knew that Feng Yi was about to recover, and his breath of true energy had not yet gathered. He turned his head to look at Shanyong: "Disciple, I heard that Young Hero Feng is not interested in that daughter of Shui Dai, is that true?"

"Master is right!" Shanyong raised his eyebrows: "I heard that Shui Dai's daughter has a beautiful face, but our Young Hero Feng beat 'Falling Flowers Flowing Water' into falling flowers and flowing water!"

Baoxiang laughed and said in a voice like a bell: "Master, this kid doesn't like beauties, I'm afraid he likes men. Otherwise, how could Ding Dian pass the Divine Illumination Gong to him!"

Xuedao Laozu scraped his bald head with the blade in his hand and giggled: "Hero Feng, this is not right.

How can men be more fun than women!"

Xuedao Laozu and the others were all martial arts experts and knew deeply that internal energy operation requires concentration. They deliberately provoked Feng Yi to make him angry and delay his recovery time.

How could Feng Yi not know the thoughts of these few? He remained calm, slowly plugged the gourd, hung it on his waist, and said unhurriedly: "You guys keep talking!

Anyway, you stinky bald donkeys, as soon as you see me, you will immediately 'run away in a panic.' I deeply understand that you are just satisfying your mouths!"

As he spoke, he had already grabbed the long sword that was cold and chilling.

Baoxiang and the others were all shocked to see him draw his sword. While preparing for battle, their eyes swept toward their master in unison, as if asking, Master, are you still okay!

Xuedao Laozu coughed lightly, took a long breath, and said: "Forget it, the Old Ancestor has roamed for a lifetime and has never been convinced by anyone. Today, I am convinced by my defeat.

Treasures belong to those who are capable. My Xuedao Sect doesn't want the Divine Illumination Jing anymore. Please let Prefect Ling handle it alone!

We have other important matters, so we won't accompany you."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and retreated backward with his disciples immediately. He was actually going to grease the soles of his feet and slip away, not even wanting Shengdi's corpse.

Ling Tuisi trembled all over, staring at Xuedao Laozu, cursing in his heart: "Damn Xuedao Sect leader, I'm really blind to cooperate with this bunch of bastards!"

"Slow down!" Feng Yi flashed across several feet and said coldly: "Old bald thief, leave your head before you go!"

The long sword went straight to Xuedao Laozu's chest and abdomen like a piece of silk.

His left shoulder had not yet recovered, but Xuedao Laozu wanted to run, so he couldn't care less.

Xuedao Laozu saw him drinking and holding the sword, and wanted to jump onto the roof, but his internal energy was not smooth, and he really didn't dare to take off.

In mid-air, there was nowhere to borrow force, and his body technique could not rotate freely. Facing an expert like Feng Yi, that was seeking his own death. Before he could think of a strategy to escape, he saw Feng Yi flash suddenly, sword flowers blooming, covering himself, and cursed in his heart: "Damn it, this kid's martial arts are much stronger than the Old Ancestor's grandfather. Today, I'm afraid I'll have to go to heaven!"

He thought so, but seeing that he couldn't escape for the time being, he calmed down instead. His body flashed, force penetrated his right arm, and the blood blade broke through the air. The blade was as thin as paper, curved and straight without direction, and he drew a large circle, setting up nine blade nets.

Only groups of red shadows enveloped his whole body, and he shouted: "Disciples, his left arm is not flexible, attack his lower body and left arm."

Baoxiang, Shanyong, and the others also raised their weapons and surrounded him. They were well-trained. Two blades flew and danced, specializing in attacking Feng Yi's left arm and upper body, and two blades were like rolling clouds and flying snow, specializing in attacking the middle and lower paths.

This fierce fight was even more dangerous than before.

Feng Yi broke through Xuedao Laozu's six blade circles in one breath, but his momentum suddenly exhausted and he was finally blocked.

If he were fighting Xuedao Laozu one-on-one, facing a seriously injured opponent, he could naturally break his blade net in one breath. Unfortunately, he had four disciples to help. Feng Yi could not defend his upper body, but he could not help but protect his lower body.

And this "Xuedao Blade Technique" could not be speculated by common sense at all. It looked like it was attacking the right, but it turned to the back. One blade slashed down, suddenly changed to a horizontal cut, everywhere were incredible moves, and ordinary martial artists could not avoid them at all.

Although Xuedao Laozu was injured, the blood blade was a sharp weapon that could cut iron like mud. He had been immersed in it for a lifetime, and his blade technique was incomparably pure, which brought the strangeness of the Xuedao blade technique to the extreme.

The martial arts of Baoxiang and the others could not be compared with Xuedao Laozu, but they were not injured, and their speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy were not affected at all.

Fortunately, Feng Yi's "Divine Illumination Gong" had reached perfection, using his spirit to control the enemy, naturally responding and counterattacking. The long sword he got from Xiao Daoren was also not an ordinary object, and he was wearing a Wucan garment, which meant his upper body did not need to be defended invisibly.

The sword light in his hand was like cold stars and lightning, moving at will, sweeping back and forth. The six people turned around like a merry-go-round, interpreting lightness, sword speed, fist force like a mountain, and blade speed and deceitfulness to the extreme.

Only the sound of "Clang, clang" of gold and iron clashing was endless.

Feng Yi knew that this surprise attack had seriously injured Xuedao Laozu, but there was only this one chance.

Next time they met, Xuedao Laozu would definitely not fight him head-on. If he was determined to escape, he might not be able to catch up.

And the fate of "Falling Flowers Flowing Water" might not appear on himself, so the long sword was swift and incomparable. Although it seemed to be dealing with five people, most of it was on Xuedao Laozu. Xuedao Laozu saw that he was determined to kill himself, and he was so angry that his teeth itched, but he had no choice. If this place were narrow, the five of them would surround and attack, and if Xuedao Laozu abandoned the lives of one or two disciples, he might be able to put Feng Yi to death.

But this was the Wanjia Courtyard, the place was spacious, Feng Yi drifted like a fly, the sword came out like electricity, he could fight however he wanted.

The five people could not be separated too far, so as not to be caught by him and defeated one by one.

And Feng Yi was wearing a Wucan garment, so he didn't need to defend his upper body too much, which made many of the Xuedao Sect's killing moves greatly discounted.

After all, wanting him to be cut again and making his body inflexible was not something a few people could do.

In a word, the Xuedao monks couldn't kill Feng Yi, but if there was a slight mistake, there would be the disaster of a sharp sword piercing the body, and everyone was complaining in their hearts.

Everyone witnessed this great battle, which was dazzling and frightening.

Ling Tuisi stood quietly on the side, staring at the battle situation without blinking. Although he paid close attention to the fighting scene between the two sides, his expression did not change, because no matter who died on either side, it had nothing to do with him. What he considered was only how to kill Feng Yi.

Ling Tuisi was deep in the city, and his murderous intent was hidden. Today, he had people apply the poison of "Jinbo Xunhua" to the arrowheads. As long as there was a chance, he had to greet Feng Yi with it.

As for Feng Yi having an antidote, he had to be able to eat it after he recovered his hands.

However, these six people shuttled back and forth, jumping up and down, each showing their unique skills, blade light and sword shadows, fierce wind blowing, and even a few feet away, it was like a knife scraping the face.

Ling Tuisi wanted to let his subordinates shoot arrows, but the few formed a force net, and the arrows might not be able to shoot Feng Yi to death.

At that time, if the arrows were blocked back and hurt himself, or angered the Xuedao Sect people, and they turned their guns to deal with him, then...

Ling Tuisi cherished his life after all. Out of this thought, he could only watch the changes.

Under the siege of the five, after dozens of moves, Feng Yi's body was like a giant eagle circling the sky, suddenly like a dragon and snake moving fast, the sword moves became faster and faster, the sound of the sword breaking through the air was even sharper, the moves were bold like the great river flowing eastward, some were graceful like small bridges and flowing water, and some were rough like the rising sun.

It directly made Feng Yi enjoy it.

Unknowingly, he brought the "Divine Illumination Gong" and "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" to the extreme.

Well, his Tang Poetry Sword Technique at this moment could almost be said to be "Liancheng Sword Technique."

Feng Yi originally learned the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" and wanted to deduce the "Liancheng Sword Technique," which required integrating the "Divine Illumination Jing," fully understanding the wonderful meaning of the profound skill, and having a clear heart, otherwise it was absolutely impossible.

However, today he met Xuedao Sect experts, and the "Divine Illumination Gong" in his body was completely stimulated, especially experts like Xuedao Laozu and Shengdi who could cause great threats to himself, one injured and one dead, he was less nervous.

Those amazing works were like a beautiful painting scroll displayed in front of the world. Many exquisite moves that he had never thought of or seen before also gushed out, as if it was not himself using the sword, but the sword dancing by itself, and he was just following its trend.

And this was the meaning of the Liancheng Sword Technique.

The Liancheng Sword Technique uses ancient poems as moves, which is inherently required to be inspired like a great poet, not seeking craftsmanship but being crafted, not seeking wonderfulness but being wonderful.

Whether in style or expression, it is full of poetic and picturesque, making people intoxicated.

The Xuedao monks saw that they were full of sword light, not knowing which sword was real and which was a fake move, making it difficult to parry, and they were complaining in their hearts.

They thought that even if Feng Yi had a protective treasure garment, he couldn't protect his whole body from wind and rain. Unexpectedly, Feng Yi fought more and more bravely, not only did his internal energy not decrease in the slightest, but his sword technique became more and more wonderful.

Xuedao Laozu was again heavily greeted by Feng Yi, causing dangerous situations. If it weren't for his decades of martial arts foundation, he would have been lying down by now.

But he knew that he was seriously injured and couldn't last long, so he set a strategy to escape in his heart. This was something he didn't want to use unless absolutely necessary, but now...

"This is the Liancheng Sword, ah!"

Shanyong shouted.

The Xuedao Sect's reputation was too stinky, and everyone shouted to beat them. If it weren't for the fact that the Xuedao Sect disciples were all highly skilled in martial arts and were far away in Qinghai, they would have been uprooted by the martial arts world long ago.

Even so, they didn't often come to the Central Plains. Once they came, martial arts people would attack them! Because Shanyong was chubby and looked relatively kind, he moved around the Central Plains relatively more, and he had seen a lot. Many things in the Central Plains martial arts world were popularized by him for Xuedao Laozu.

For example, the most famous "South Four Oddities, North Four Freaks" in the martial arts world were unknown to Xuedao Laozu.

Fighting to this point, Shanyong suddenly discovered that what Feng Yi used was the famous "Liancheng Sword Technique," and he couldn't help but blurt it out.

But before the words were finished, with an "Ah," his shoulder was hit by Feng Yi's sword, and blood splashed.

At this time, he couldn't defeat him even with all his strength, so how could he not be hit if he was distracted and spoke? This was also because Xuedao Laozu and others slashed several times, attacking Feng Yi's vital points. Under the siege from several sides, his strength was not enough, otherwise, one of Shanyong's arms would have been taken off.

Even so, Shanyong had just escaped the disaster of a broken arm when he suddenly heard a "Whoosh," and Feng Yi's left fist struck out, which was the "Shadowless Divine Fist."

Shanyong hurriedly swung his blade to sweep diagonally, Feng Yi's arm sank, swept across the blade surface, his hand went numb, the blade trembled and flew into the sky.

Shanyong was about to dodge and retreat, but Feng Yi's fist moved in a series, and he took advantage of the situation to advance. This punch was extremely fast, and in an instant, it hit his chest.

Only a "Thud" sound was heard, like hitting rotten leather.

Shanyong flew off the ground directly, and while in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "Wow," and fell to the ground with a "Thud," his eyes half-closed and half-open, his face like gold paper.

Bayin and Hujie saw Shanyong being hit, roared like tigers, and swung their blades straight at Feng Yi, one taking the lower path and one taking the head.

But when they swung their blades, they suddenly felt a fierce wind attacking their backs, their hearts were shocked, and before they could turn their heads, they felt pain in their backs, feeling that the opponent's force was very familiar, and they had involuntarily rushed toward Feng Yi.

It turned out that Xuedao Laozu was cunning, good at scheming, and his heart was extremely poisonous. He was always thinking about how to save his life. Just now, he seemed brave, but he had been saving his strength and looking for opportunities to escape.

Seeing Shanyong follow in Shengdi's footsteps, if he continued to fight, he didn't know who would be next. If he jumped and fled, with Feng Yi's martial arts, he would have no chance to get on the roof.

Therefore, he spared no effort to use the two disciples as hidden weapons to hit Feng Yi, so as to win time for himself to get on the roof.

So this push used all his strength, containing the superior internal energy of the Xuedao Manual that he had cultivated for decades. Bayin and Hujie both shot toward Feng Yi like human cannonballs.

The distance between Feng Yi and these two was very close, less than six feet. Xuedao Laozu's move also surprised him very much.

This certainly couldn't hurt him, but it was too late to dodge, so he could only swing his sword to slash and his left palm to slash diagonally.

The sword light flashed, Bayin was directly split into two from the top of his head to his waist, intestines and stomach flowed all over the ground, and everyone exclaimed in unison.

Hujie was pushed to the side by his palm.

Xuedao Laozu laughed loudly: "The Old Ancestor will go first."

His lightness skill was already superb, and borrowing the reaction force of pushing the two disciples, he jumped onto the roof with a "Whoosh."

Feng Yi was swinging his sword and palm at that time, so he naturally couldn't stop him. At this time, he hurriedly flew up.

Xuedao Laozu held the blood blade in his mouth, and while flying back, his two large sleeves were pulled like ship sails, and he just flicked his sleeves.

Half of the roof tiles were moved by the hurricane, and with a "Woo-woo" sound, they all wrapped toward Feng Yi.

In the sunlight, only a piece of green light could be seen, covering Feng Yi.

Feng Yi was in the air, his right sword light flying and swirling, stirring the incoming tiles into powder, but he used a lot of force to block so many tiles in the air, and there was nowhere to borrow force, so his true energy was difficult to continue, and he could only fall to the ground.

Baoxiang saw his master using his junior brother to save his life, and also took advantage of Feng Yi chasing his master, and had already flown toward the wall, shouting: "Why don't you shoot arrows!"

"Shoot arrows!"

Ling Tuisi gave a sharp shout.

Previously, the few were fighting, and they couldn't shoot arrows. At this time, Feng Yi was in mid-air blocking the tiles, so there was a chance.

The feathered arrows were like raindrops, shooting toward Feng Yi.

How could Ling Tuisi's archers compare with Xuedao Laozu? Feng Yi couldn't use much strength when blocking with his sword in the air. While flicking his sleeves and shaking his sword, not only did he knock down the feathered arrows, but the feathered arrows flicked out by his large sleeves were reflected back.

Only the sound of "Chi-chi..." was heard one after another, and dozens of people fell to the ground with a "Thud."

Some were shot in the head by feathered arrows, and some were hit by feathered arrows, and they also fell immediately, blood flowing gurglingly, and the whole Wanjia instantly became a bloody Shura field.

Before the second round of arrows came, Feng Yi tapped his feet lightly and jumped into the air again, rushing onto the roof again.

Looking up, Xuedao Laozu's black shadow disappeared into a corner behind the house.

In an instant, Feng Yi's face was livid, his eyes were cold, and he looked at Ling Tuisi who was shocked.

There was only one thought in his heart, who should he kill first?

(End of chapter)