The voice of the man on the tree was full of anger. He jumped down from the tree and walked to Huanzhu's body. He lowered his head and his body trembled slightly. Meng Yuan could see his face clearly. It was a very beautiful face. A unique face because there are four eyebrows on this face.
"Who are you? You have such a cruel heart and spicy hands." The smell of blood made Lu Xiaofeng frown. After all, he couldn't help coming to take a look, but the Shura field in front of him still exceeded his expectations.
"There are still six alive. If you don't come, they won't survive tonight." Meng Yuan said calmly.
He was talking about the six masters of the Jin family who were knocked unconscious by him. Compared with the other five, their strength was obviously inferior, but because of this, they were still alive at this time, but they were also seriously injured. , if no one comes to rescue them, they may die from their injuries in a few hours.
Lu Xiaofeng walked to the six people and stretched out a finger to touch them one by one. His face was as sinking as water. He knew that Mengyuan's words were true. Although he was here, he could save these six people, but at this time, these six people , just six encumbrances. Not only that, he also knew that he was facing a choice.
By staying, he can save these six people, but he also doesn't know how to clone himself, which means that he will be held back by these six people, so the team to the south is likely to be in danger. And if they are not saved, these six people will undoubtedly die.
He raised his head and looked at Mengyuan, only to see him folding his arms and looking at him, as if he was watching a good show.
"You actually didn't leave."
Lu Xiaofeng asked in surprise.
"I really should go, but before I go, I want to see what you will choose."
Mengyuan's smile was cold, like a knife blade, piercing his face and hurting him.
"When I make a choice, you can't see it." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What you can see is only one other thing."
Lu Xiaofeng said as she walked towards Mengyuan.
He didn¡¯t seem to be walking very fast, but he arrived in front of Meng Yuan in just one or two steps. He had already raised his hand and pointed towards her.
There are no words that can describe the speed of his attack. Even the lightning and flint can't match the sharpness of this blow, but the one finger that is sure to hit actually misses the mark!
Mengyuan didn't know when he was three feet away. Lu Xiaofeng didn't see clearly how Mengyuan escaped.
¡°The shot was quick, but not fast enough.¡±
Touching the black mask with a cut on his face, Mengyuan's voice was very excited, and the look in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes was like a gourmet looking at a delicious meal.
Although Mengyuan has broken his own shackles after being trained in the world of Gan Jiumei, but when martial arts has reached his level, hard training is of little significance. Instead, facing real masters, it is more realistic to pursue the understanding between life and death. . However, the world is so big that the number of people who can make him feel troublesome is already limited. Ximen Chuixue is certainly such a person, and how can Lu Xiaofeng in front of him be the same?
"Good fingering technique. I've been wanting to learn it for a long time. Come on, come on. Although I don't have much time, I still have the skills to do a few tricks with you."
Putting the knife into his sleeve, Meng Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Xiaofeng's shoulder. It looked like an unorganized grab, but Lu Xiaofeng dodged to the side as if he was touching a snake or scorpion. go.
"The soul-seeking and life-killing hand!"
Lu Xiaofeng exhaled softly, this Soul-seeking Jieyuan Life-Snatching Shou, also known as the Heavenly and Earth-Destroying Soul-Searching Shou, is an extremely sinister martial art, and can even be regarded as the most terrifying martial art in the world of ancient novels. Even Lu Xiaofeng wouldn't dare to try this skill.
Meng Yuan chuckled, and followed him like a shadow. He used his hands or palms or claws to attack seven or eight consecutive moves. Each move seemed simple, but actually contained murderous intent. After seven or eight moves, Lu Xiaofeng's forehead was already covered with blood. There was a layer of cold sweat.
In the representative novel of the Jin School, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, the Ancient Tomb School's dragnet style can intercept ninety-nine and eighty-one sparrows in a square circle with both hands, but compared with Meng Yuan's method at this time, it is simply childish. joke.
"Spectral Shadow Catcher!"
This was originally Chu Liuxiang¡¯s unique skill, but it was integrated into the hands of Qihun Jieyuan and Death by Meng Yuan. Its power is so terrifying that it is simply unimaginable.
Among the characters in Gu Long¡¯s novels, Lu Xiaofeng¡¯s Qinggong is not the best, but she can definitely be in the top five, or even the top three! But when he dealt with Meng Yuan's seven or eight seemingly unorganized attacks, he almost used all his energy to suck milk.
Then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Mengyuan for seven consecutive times.The moment he regained his breath after eight moves, he suddenly clicked out with two fingers.
I don¡¯t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind!
His intuitive finger, which was originally a unique skill that was unparalleled in the world, was suppressed by Meng Yuan for a long time. This move pointed out seven or eight vital points on Meng Yuan's upper body, and all of them felt threatened.
However, the wind picked up, and Mengyuan's right sleeve suddenly lifted up and blocked it in front of him. The strong wind blew against his face.
"Flowing clouds and flying sleeves!"
With a snap, Mengyuan's half sleeves spread out and turned into butterflies. His left hand also turned into fingers and pointed in front of Lu Xiaofeng.
"Dinghai Needle!"
Hai Wuyan¡¯s special skill is to point the target between the eyebrows, and those who hit it will be killed instantly.
There was a swish sound, and Lu Xiaofeng, who had managed to avoid this finger, felt a chill on her brow. She reached out to touch it, and suddenly found that most of her right eyebrow had been shaved off by the opponent's finger. She screamed strangely and moved back.
"This man's martial arts is so strong!"
Lu Xiaofeng took a breath of cold air. He had experienced hundreds of battles and had faced many powerful people. But when facing this masked man, he had the same feeling as when he first faced Gong Jiu and Zhuo Donglai.
"Does your skill stop here? If you only have these two moments, don't blame me for leaving you here." Mengyuan's voice turned cold, and a murderous intention came out of his body and pressed towards him.
Although Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang are tied in Gu Long's works, as a person with attitude, Meng Yuan prefers Chu Liuxiang. What's more, the two of them have different positions now. If the opportunity is right, he wouldn't mind keeping Lu Xiaofeng here forever.
Feeling the murderous intention rising from the other party, Lu Xiaofeng felt a little bitter in her heart. He suddenly retreated. When Mengyuan thought he was going to retreat, he picked up the dagger from the corpse of Master Huanzhu.
Lu Xiaofeng rarely uses weapons when Lingxi points his finger at him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use weapons. But he pointed out twice in a row to no avail. Under the threat of death, he would give it a try no matter what.
With a sword in his hand, Lu Xiaofeng's aura suddenly changed. If he seemed a little lazy a moment ago, now his whole body was filled with sword energy.
Although he was not wearing white clothes, it reminded Mengyuan of the battle with Ximen Chuixue a month ago. At this moment, the artistic conception exuded by Lu Xiaofeng was a bit like Ximen Chuixue, but also different. different.
White clothes are better than snow.
??Aloof, cold.
It is like ice that remains unchanged for thousands of years, and no one dares to touch it.
Lu Xiaofeng¡¯s eyes no longer contained the surprise and panic just now, but instead had an aura that could daunt the world. He looked straight at Meng Yuan, his fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and his aura continued to rise until it reached its peak.
"That's pretty much it."
Mengyuan nodded and became serious.
Although he has fought against Ximen Chuixue, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue are different.
Ximen Chuixue's sword is like him, extremely refined and pure, without any impurities, just like the ice and snow on the Tianshan Mountains that have not melted for years. He will not show mercy. Every sword has a very high level and can be used against any opponent. Play to the strength of at least one point.
Lu Xiaofeng is different. His knowledge is quite complex. Although he is famous for his telepathy and his qinggong, what he really relies on is his luck, popularity and wisdom.
Playing against Ximen Chuixue is like playing against a chess player of the same level. You have that vivid feeling of meeting your opponent and meeting a good talent. But when fighting with Lu Xiaofeng, although you can see the occasional protruding peaks, it is a bit like scratching the surface and not satisfying enough.
So if Mengyuan wants to get a glimpse of the whole thing, he has to put enough pressure on Lu Xiaofeng, force him into a corner, and force him to unleash his potential. This may seem like seeking death, but if he wants to take a step forward with a hundred-foot pole, he needs to There is such an opportunity.
"Take my move and fly to the sky!"
Lu Xiaofeng shouted, his dagger suddenly raised, and the next moment, the strong sword light had covered his figure. The air was filled with the sound of hissing sword energy tearing through the air, and sword lights were overwhelming towards Meng Yuan. Roll away.
Mengyuan stared at this blow, but he was a little disappointed. Although this sword had a strong aura, in his opinion, it seemed to be much weaker than Ximen Chuixue's sword technique that day.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to break the sword casually, but he suddenly jumped out with a cry of surprise, just because the change of the sword happened after the sword was drawn out.
Those countless sword lights, just when Meng Yuan was about to move but did not move, suddenly merged into one and turned into a white dragon, twisting in the air like a horse.
Mengyuan retreated hurriedly, the sword light chased him, and he was angry??Like a rainbow, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. Mengyuan shouted low, his body rose up with the wind, and circled in the air. He clapped out with one palm, and the sound of thunder came from the palm. Before the palm force weakened, he clapped out with another palm. , in a moment, he fired three palms in a row.