Huang Ting

In the park, a lightning flashed like a thunderbolt. It bloomed and withered in an instant like an epiphyllum, and the most brilliant colors exploded in a small space.

Flying Sword Style: Draw your sword and slash with great speed.

Different from the lame draw-slash performed before, the draw-slash performed by Hu Xiuwu this time was worthy of the name of speed.

But using this trick alone was not enough to deal with Tu Junfang. Tu Junfang's three corpses turned his surroundings into a black swamp, and a solid wall rose from the swamp, blocking the Wuzhu Sheath Royal Staff Sword.

The last swift strike with the sword only left a deep mark on the black wall.

Hu Xiuwu had long known that Tu Junfang would not be defeated so easily. He just wanted to draw his sword with great speed and get within five steps of Tu Junfang.

After approaching Tu Junfang within five steps, Hu Xiuwu rose into the air, bent his whole body into a crescent moon, concentrated all the strength of his body and the force of his fall on the sword edge, and struck Tu Junfang head-on.

Feitian sword style·Dragon hammer flash

Tu Junfang stepped back to avoid this powerful slash, and then waved his hand to fight back. The three corpses hit the ground like lead and mercury, exploding into evil flowers, and quickly condensed into a wild python behind Hu Xiuwu.

The wild python opened its bloody mouth and bit Hu Xiuwu's back.

Hu Xiuwu twisted his waist in the air, like a tornado, or like a flying swallow returning to its nest. His whole body turned into a sword storm, cutting the giant snake behind him into several pieces.

Feitian sword style·tornado flash

As soon as he landed on the ground and before he could stand still, Hu Xiuwu rushed forward, holding a knife in both hands. The Gengjin evil spirit on the knife became even more fierce and sharp under Hu Xiuwu's urging, like a needle-pointed wheat light condensed on the blade.

People look sideways.

The blade of the knife passed in front of Tu Junfang's eyes, like a silver cloud flowing backwards from the ground, taking away a few strands of hair from his forehead.

Hu Xiuwu's several attacks failed to cause any damage to Tu Junfang. He raised the Three Corpses Qi again, using which he used his sword moves that he was not very proficient in yet.

Tang Bamboo, kasaya chop, go against the kasaya, left pheasant, right pheasant, left cut up, right cut up, against the wind, thrust.

Flying Sword Style·Nine-Headed Dragon Flash,

The sword in Hu Xiuwu's hand turned into nine bloody sword shadows, just like the nine-headed prince-in-law appearing in the Bibo Pond, speaking evil words and looking evil, opening his mouth to take away people's souls and take their lives, only to return with a thirst for blood.

A shout shook the sky, like a crane flying across the sky.

As Hu Xiuwu's trump card, Nine-Headed Dragon Flash still caused some trouble for Tu Junfang.

The three corpses chopped into several pieces by Hu Xiuwu turned into a swarm and quickly returned to Tu Junfang, turning into a thick black barrier, trying to block Hu Xiuwu's move.

But the black screen was torn apart by the nine-headed dragon in an instant, but Tu Junfang was no longer behind the barrier, and Hu Xiuwu immediately became alert.

Suddenly, Tu Junfang moved behind Hu Xiuwu like a ghost, waved out a single palm, and went straight towards Hu Xiuwu's back.

He came too quickly and fiercely, and Hu Xiuwu had no time to dodge, so he could only try his best to activate his golden light spell, and the golden light condensed into a pair of armor to protect him.

Boom!!

Tu Junfang hit him on the body, causing an exciting sound of bells, and the golden armor on Hu Xiuwu exploded like a tree of fire and silver flowers.

Seeing that Tu Junfang still refused to give up, Hu Xiuwu had no choice but to spit out Tusita fire.

As soon as the Tushita Fire came out, Tu Junfang stopped his movements and instead reached out to reach the Tushita Fire swaying in the wind.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hu Xiuwu moved back, distanced himself from Tu Junfang, put the sword back into its sheath, and exhaled a long breath, recalling the scene of today's fight in his mind, and feeling his own pain.

shortcomings.

As expected, the art of swordsmanship cannot be practiced behind closed doors. The fastest way to practice the art of swordsmanship is to fight with others, to understand one's own gains and losses between life and death, and to stimulate one's potential between life and death.

He has mastered all the sword moves in the Feitian Sword Style except for the most powerful secret, Sky Soaring Dragon Flash. This is all thanks to Tu Junfang who helped him with the moves.

This is already the twelfth time Hu Xiuwu has competed with Tu Junfang, and it has been half a year since Xue Liyang first went to Hu's house.

In the past six months, Tu Junfang would come to see Hu Xiuwu every half month, and Hu Xiuwu also came for appointments every time, but he kept this secret from Hu Bayi and did not let him know.

The matter of having an affair with Quan Xing is still not accepted by most strangers. After all, Quan Xing has a good reputation.

Every time after meeting with Tu Junfang, Hu Xiuwu would not waste any time talking, he would directly pick up the sword with a Wu bamboo sheath and strike at Tu Junfang.

It wasn't until he was about to lose to Tu Junfang with his sword skills alone that Hu Xiuwu would use the Wind and Fire Order to release the Tushita Fire. After Tu Junfang was contaminated by the Tushita Fire, he would stop his attack and leave silently.

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Then he would go deep into the mountains, away from the world of mortals, for several days, drinking dew, eating wild fruits, day and night, studying fire and enlightening the Tao.

Tu Junfang needs the Tusita Fire to make up for the shortcomings of his own skills, but he wants the Tusita Fire to burn on his body to a moderate degree.

Let the Tushita fire not be extinguished due to lack of firewood, but the fire should not be too fierce to make it difficult for Tu Junfang to study.

But if you want to maintain this state for a long time, it takes too much effort. Even with the power of Tu Junfang, it can only be maintained for seven days.

Once it exceeds seven days, he will dissipate the Tushita Fire on his own, otherwise he will fall into a coma due to excessive mental exertion.

But making up for the skills couldn't be accomplished in a short time. He could only come to Hu Xiuwu again and again after resting to try the skills on his own.

There was a strange tacit understanding between the two. Tu Junfang knew that Hu Xiuwu used him as a whetstone to hone his sword skills. As long as Hu Xiuwu could meet his needs, he didn't care about such a trivial matter.

During this period, Tu Junfang became more and more thin and haggard, while Hu Xiuwu's figure became more and more upright, his eyes were shining, he was full of energy, and he also had a hint of the aura of taking on the world with a sword.

It made Hu Xiuwu seem like a devil, squeezing everything from Tu Junfang.

But don't underestimate Tu Junfang because of this, he is still a complete person in the final analysis.

Tu Junfang would not hold back against Hu Xiuwu every time. Instead, he would attack with the purpose of killing Hu Xiuwu. After all, Hu Xiuwu who could not help him perfect his technique was of no use.

But when Hu Xiuwu released the Tushita Fire, he would simply stop.

From beginning to end, all he cared about was his own way.

In the previous few fights, Hu Xiuwu was basically defeated in just a few moves. After all, this was a Quanxing old man who could fight against the Tang Sect leader without falling behind.

If Tu Junfang hadn't asked for it, how could Hu Xiuwu be qualified to use him as a whetstone now?

Hu Xiuwu was still experiencing today's gains on the spot, and he was still waving his sword moves from time to time according to the thoughts in his heart.

When Hu Xiuwu was satisfied and ready to go home, he found that Tu Junfang was unusual this time and did not leave first. Instead, he stood quietly waiting for Hu Xiuwu.

Hu Xiuwu calmly touched the handle of the knife with his right hand and said:

"Why, would you, fellow Taoist, be interested in hanging out with me under the moon today?"

Tu Junfang shook his head and said: "This will probably be the last time I come to see you. After this time, I will live in seclusion and start improving the current mentality of the Three Demons Sect."

Hu Xiuwu raised his eyebrows: "Oh, fellow Taoist, are you going to say goodbye to me?"

His tone was a little frivolous, because he knew that Tu Junfang was by no means such a sentimental person, and he and Tu Junfang did not have such a deep friendship.

If it were a different place and a different time, Tu Junfang and Hu Xiuwu would definitely have a real life-and-death fight.

Tu Junfang shook his head again: "I don't have such leisure, I just want to invite you."

Hu Xiuwu was a little confused: "Invite me?"

"right."

Tu Junfang extended his hand to Hu Xiuwu: "I would like to invite you to join Quanxing."