"snort!"

Wen Chong snorted coldly. Although he had already judged his superiority, he was as arrogant as he was, but he refused to admit defeat. He held the sword again and rushed towards Su Hang.

The sword light was full of murderous intent, which was more sharp than just now. Su Hang swung his sword suddenly, and he had a strong aura of being strong. Su Hang could easily deal with Wen Chong's moves, but Wen Chong was in danger and was cut by Su Hang from time to time.

Not far away, Uncle Feng Zhong looked at Su Hang with his eyes tightly. He didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, a young man appeared. He knew his own skills. He could imagine how messy Uncle Feng Zhong's heart was.

It's like an old eunuch who suddenly has a son, which is incredible.

"Master, Junior Brother Wen is going to lose." Sun Cheng spoke next to Uncle Feng Zhong.

Like Wen Chong, Sun Cheng is two disciples accepted by Feng Ji, the son of Feng Zhongshu. Because of his outstanding talent, Feng Zhongshu often guides them. Their achievements in the Eighteen-Road Swords are extraordinary, especially Sun Cheng, whose sword skills are a little stronger than Wen Chong.

Seeing Wen Chong retreating repeatedly, Sun Cheng couldn't help but feel a little itchy. He originally didn't plan to take action, but now he finally met an opponent worth fighting.

Judging from Wen Chong's situation, he was forced to fall into a disadvantage everywhere. Within twenty moves, he would inevitably lose again. Uncle Feng Zhong didn't say anything, and he wanted to test how capable this young man suddenly appeared. He immediately winked at Sun Cheng.

"I'll meet you."

Sun Cheng knew it, shouted softly, and lifted his body and leaped towards the two people who were fighting, but the voice had not yet fallen. With a clang, the long sword left his body, the strongest move among the eighteen-Level Domine Swords - Domine Sword Duzun.

A sword was stabbed out in the air. Several sword energy were aroused, and the sword energy gathered, forming a giant void sword faintly. As Sun Cheng waved the long sword in his hand, he slashed directly towards Su Hang's head.

"mean!"

Everyone was caught off guard in this scene. Everyone was paying attention to the two people in the battle. How could they pay attention to others? If it weren't for hearing Sun Cheng's voice, who would have expected that this person would suddenly take action?

The two fought. A third person actually intervened and a sneak attack was a surprise attack. This can only be said to be despicable.

Perhaps, afterwards, Sun Chenghui argued that he had already reminded him in advance, but such a reminder was simply nothing. If this sword was implemented, Su Hang would have no reason to survive.

"Be careful, Su Hang." Xue Xuan exclaimed. Her pretty face was full of powerlessness. Not to mention her, even the big guys present had no time to rescue him at this time.

Su Hang teased Wen Chong. Before, others saw him sleeping, but in fact he was extracting Wen Chong's sword skills. Although the two of them were at the same level, his internal strength was several times thicker than Wen Chong, and he wanted to defeat Wen Chong. The reason why he kept dragging it in seconds was just to be proficient in this swordsmanship in actual combat.

Suddenly, Su Hang felt a chill, and a chill rose from behind. Then Xue Xuan shouted, before he could turn around, a void sword had already floated out of the corner of his eyes and pressed down on him like a mountain of Tai.

"Damn it."

In the battle openly, someone actually wanted to stab the knife in the back. Su Hang immediately became angry. He forced Wen Chong with a sword, flew out of his hand, and shot Sun Cheng who was sneaking out from behind.

"clang!"

The long sword hit the void sword shadow and immediately shattered without any suspense, but the sword shadow just stagnated a little and then slashed at Su Hang unstoppable.

Everything was in the middle of a flash, but that slight stagnation won Su Hang time.

"The dragon swings its tail."

With the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing, Su Hang suddenly turned around, accompanied by a roar, and a thick palm force gushed out. A dragon-shaped phantom wrapped with the unparalleled palm force, spreading his teeth and claws to face Sun Cheng.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the sword shadow in the void was torn apart, and the dragon-shaped phantom also extinguished its momentum and quickly disappeared. The dust was flying in the spot and the smoke filled the dust. The domineering shock wave made Sun Cheng's cheeks hurt, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

Su Hang was in a strong sense of anger, and immediately jumped into the air, used a flying dragon in the sky, and slapped Sun Cheng with a palm.

"Aowoo!"

A domineering dragon roar.

Sun Cheng couldn't even open his eyes. He felt the danger and could only lift his sword to chop. His palm force wrapped around the dust in the sky, forming a long dragon, which hit Sun Cheng's chest.

"puff!"

There was a dragon roar in his ear, and then Sun Cheng felt like he was hit by a rhino. He flew backwards completely uncontrollably, spitting out a mouthful of blood from mid-air, then fell heavily to the ground, rolling out a distance, and the sword in his hand also fell far away.

The sneak attack failed, but he was seriously injured and in a mess!

The dragon roared so loudly, and everyone was stunned. Looking at the fierce young man standing in the center, what kind of palm technique is this? He is so fierce and domineering!

Wen Chong next to him was also shocked. Although he was unwilling to admit it, Sun Cheng's strength was indeed stronger than his. He attacked behind his back, and it was the strongest move. He was seriously injured in two moves.

Slowing down the blood rushing inside his body, looking at Sun Cheng who was vomiting blood on the ground, Su Hang's fighting spirit slowly restrained. With the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he even dared to compete with the martial arts master. This guy dared to play sneak attacks behind his back, and he was simply ignoring his life or death.

In the square, there was a moment of silence!

Everyone was shocked by Su Hang's fierce palm, but after the shock, he was shocked again. Uncle Feng Zhong, is this devil going to get angry?

There was a sect in western Shu that injured a disciple of Uncle Feng Zhong. Uncle Feng Zhong had a sword alone and destroyed the sect. Even a few people who visited relatives in that sect were not spared.

Now, Su Hang has injured two of his disciples, one of them is seriously injured. According to Feng Zhongshu's usual urinary nature, he did not use this reason to destroy everyone present?

Indeed, Uncle Feng Zhong's face was so gloomy that he had the teacup in his hand that had been crushed to pieces. Sun Cheng, who was seriously injured on the ground, didn't even look at it. He could have helped him just now. However, he did not take action.

At this time, in the eyes of Feng Zhongshu, there was only the young man named Su Hang in front of him. In his eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life, there was a vague appreciation and enthusiasm.

"Senior Feng, what do you mean? Do you want to play wheel battles?" Before Uncle Feng Zhong said, Su Hang started to question the crime first. No matter what, he had to take a moral first.

When Uncle Feng Zhong heard this, his lips curled up a little, "Have you experienced three hours of wheel battle just now?"

Is there any reason? Su Hang suppressed his anger and said, "But what happened to him attack behind his back? I think Senior Feng is a proud and a Taoist master, but he did not expect that there would be such a situation. Could it be that what the educated by Senior Feng is such a despicable villain?"

The previous sentence brought people to heaven and flattered them appropriately. Immediately, I began to provoke a rioter. If the old man surnamed Feng still had any face, even if he was angry, he would not get angry on the spot.

Su Hang's words did make Feng Zhongshu frown, and then a faint smile appeared on his face. He turned to look at Sun Cheng who was seriously injured on the ground, "He has paid the price for his behavior. The little brother does not remember the villain's mistakes, so don't pursue it."

When Su Hang heard this, he was a little angry. What does it mean to not pursue the price when he paid it? If he hadn't had some skills just now, he might have already stayed in a hotel on Huangquan Road.

But, what if you are unhappy? The other party is the innate Wushu Sect, and he is not something he can afford to provoke. If you really force Uncle Feng Zhong to turn against him, there will definitely be no good results.

If I had known this, I would have beaten that guy to death with one palm! Su Hang was a little nervous.

"Senior, did I win?" Su Hang asked Uncle Feng Zhong.

Uncle Feng Zhong looked at Sun Cheng and then looked at Wen Chong. One was slightly injured and the other was seriously injured. Although Wen Chong was only slightly injured, it was almost impossible for him to continue fighting with Su Hang.

"Of course, there is a way that the Yangtze River is pushing the previous wave. It seems that I am a man who is swearing at the martial arts world in Shu." Uncle Feng Zhong admitted defeat generously, staring at Su Hang with his eyes, "Who is your master?"

"I don't have a master." Su Hang replied directly.

"No master?" When Uncle Feng Zhong was surprised when he heard this, he said, "Little brother, you have to tell the truth. If you don't have a master, where did you get this skill? Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for your master. Let's talk about it. I'm very curious. Who can have the ability to cultivate such a young hero."

"Does it be, in the eyes of seniors, if you want to learn skills, you must have a teacher?" Su Hang asked back.

Uncle Feng Zhong was stunned and had no teacher and became a self-taught master? Is this possible?

In the martial arts world, without the teacher's careful guidance, and relying on one's own exploration alone, it is absolutely impossible to achieve much in martial arts. In the view of Uncle Feng Zhong, this kid must have deliberately avoided this problem.

Seeing that he was very close to the girl from the Xue family, maybe his master was related to the Xue family, but where did the Xue family get such a fierce palm technique?

Thinking of this, Uncle Feng Zhong's face suddenly became serious, "Where did you learn the sword technique of the Eighteen-Road Sword?"

Uncle Feng Zhong just recalled that these eighteen-way domineering swords have always been his secret skills. Except for the true disciples of the disciples, no one else has learned them. Moreover, he remembers it very clearly that he has not temporarily admitted to any registered disciples, and this sword technique will definitely not be published.

In this way, how the young man in front of him used this sword technique is worth exploring. Su Hang didn't answer the question just now, but he had to answer this question. After all, this involves copyright issues.

"This..." Su Hang was stunned, as if he was thinking about how to answer.

Uncle Feng Zhong's face was cold, "I think everyone here knows that whether it is the right way or the evil way, secretly learning other schools of martial arts is a serious crime of cutting the head. Brother, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, your head will probably not be able to be saved."

Speaking of this, the murderous intent splashed in Uncle Feng Zhong's eyes, and the entire square suddenly became quiet. The needles could be heard, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Su Hang felt like he was being targeted by an ancient beast, and he would hurt people at any time and tear him into pieces. His Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and his throat was a little dry due to nervousness.

"Senior is joking," Su Hang laughed dryly, "Younger is not learning secretly, but learning openly. Just now, seeing this brother Wen's sword technique is exquisite and domineering, so he couldn't help but learn a few tricks, but he could still get to the eyes of his senior?"

Just learned it? It's really ridiculous to the world. How is this possible?

Uncle Feng Zhong knew more than anyone else how difficult this sword technique was to learn. This kid actually said that he had just learned it, and this cow had already blown to the sky.

"Ha, interesting! Draw tigers by cats? What do you mean is that my sword technique is cats, and your sword technique is tigers?" Uncle Feng Zhong stood up slowly, looking at Su Hang with his eyes gently, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Uh..." Su Hang stopped, "I'm not this consciousness..."

"Senior Feng!"

Seeing that Uncle Feng Zhong was about to get angry, Xue Xuan stood up and said, "According to the agreement just now, Su Hang has already won. Senior may be the time to fulfill his promise."

Although Xue Xuan's expression did not change, she was holding on in her heart. In front of such a super expert and a super expert with a perverted personality, she couldn't help but be afraid.

However, she was Su Hang's backer. At this time, she had to stand up and protect Su Hang, hoping that this person would still have the style of a master, and could take it and let it go.

Uncle Feng Zhong's face was so dark.

At this time, Master Qingjing spoke, "Why do you say that you are also a martial arts senior? Could it be that you are still calculating gains and losses with a few juniors? When the master was alive, he once said that you were a person who would be convinced of your words. If you have no faith and go back on your word, you are not the way you are a senior expert."

"Hahaha……"

When Uncle Feng Zhong heard this, he suddenly laughed, "Okay, Qingjing, I will give your master a face. Let's give up today's affairs. I can only win with just one word, and naturally I can afford to lose. Everyone present, you have to thank this young man."

As he said that, Uncle Feng Zhong looked at Su Hang, "Young man, I like you very much. If you have time, come to my Qipan Mountain for a walk."

"Uh, sure, sure." Su Hang was a little surprised. Why is this old man so easy to talk to? Is this the legendary sword demon?

"Don't be verbally willing to agree." Uncle Feng Zhong looked upright, "If you don't come to me, I will come to you."

"Uh..." Su Hang stopped, what does this mean?

"Chong'er, take your senior brother with you, let's go." Without waiting for Su Hang to say anything more, Uncle Feng Zhong waved his sleeves and turned around and left with the two disciples.

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