Nangong Jin's energy became weaker, and his attacks slowed down a little, giving Feng Huasheng a chance to breathe.

Originally, Nangong Jin was a powerful man in the extreme realm of the innate realm, and the gap between Feng Zaisheng, the half-step innate person, was quite large, and now he was only left to hold on.

But now Nangong Jin was worried, and Feng Huasheng just seized the opportunity and saved the disadvantage a little.

Rumble!

Fang Xiu and Huikong's fight became more and more intense, and the vibration caused was also stronger.

The magic weapon is sharp, and Huikong has a lesson in the past. Even if he has the innate qi, he dare not take over Tai'a's sharpness. He can only use the vigorous qi to open the sword edge.

Fang Xiu didn't care about these things. Huikong was afraid of the strong edge, but he pressed him step by step.

As for whether he relies on the benefits of the magic weapon to bully others, Fang Xiu never had such an idea.

Swish! Sing!

The sword energy lies everywhere, and the sound of the piano is endless.

After knowing Huikong's concerns, Taia seemed to show her former style in Fang Xiu's hands, and a magic weapon was gradually awakening and slowly showing her strengths.

Suddenly!

The innate qi suddenly stopped, Huikong put his hands together, letting the sword energy come, but he still did not move. He just said the Buddha's name faintly, and a compassionate aura emanated from him.

At the same time, Huikong's face became peaceful, and a palm with a smile on his lips was flat. The true energy was as gentle as jade. When it touched the sword energy, the killing sword energy suddenly stagnated and then disappeared in front of Huikong.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Huikong said with compassion, and pushed out one palm again, an invisible wave spread out from him as the center. After the ubiquitous sword energy touched the wave, it was all destroyed.

At that moment, Fang Xiu had the urge to let go of Taia.

However, in a flash of kung fu, the sword intent dispelled the feeling.

At that moment, Huikong seemed to become a Buddha, and every move contained a compassionate aura. This fluctuation continued to spread, affecting the Feng family and the Nangong family.

Many people unconsciously put down the weapons in their hands, and their faces also showed a compassionate expression, which seemed to be smiling, not laughing, not crying, making people feel a strange feeling when they saw it.

"presumptuous!"

Fang Xiu shouted, and the sword intent burst out with his loud shout. In just one breath, the fluctuation was torn to pieces.

Tai A Jian wrapped his endless sharpness and slashed hard at Huikong.

retreat!

Huikong responded immediately. The sharpness of the divine weapon was not something he could handle with his body, and his body also burst backwards at almost the same time.

But he is fast, and there are even faster than him.

Shiny!

A sword light pierced through the night sky, and an unparalleled sword energy cut through the void, as if it had broken through the barrier of heaven and earth, breaking through the obstacles of space, and blasted towards Huikong.

Thorn!

The robe on Huikong's body broke with the sound, and he even felt a slight stinging pain in his chest, as if something had pierced in.

retreat!

Back! Back! Back!

The shadow of death enveloped his heart, Huikong retreated again and again, but the sword light followed him like a shadow, no matter where he retreated, it always followed him, as if he could pierce his chest the next moment.

"drink!"

Huikong shouted deeply, his palms suddenly closed, and accurately clamped Bingpo's snow-white sword body.

The sword light disappeared!

At the same time, Huikong groaned, and blood flowed from his chest, dyeing the cassock red.

I saw a small piece of sword body that happened to penetrate about half an inch into Huikong's body. Fortunately, Huikong took action in time, otherwise this sword would be enough to stab him through.

But even so, Huikong was not feeling well.

boom!

Infinite sword energy burst out from the Ice Soul Sword, Huikong's hands holding the sword body suddenly flew with flesh and blood, but Huikong endured the severe pain and pointed at the side of the sword body, and hit the sword body to one side.

With one blow, Huikong immediately pulled a distance from Fang Xiu, looking down at the palm of his hand that was exposed to the deep bones. The severe pain did not distort his face, but instead calmed down.

"The donor Fang has a high sword technique, I have learned it!"

Looking at Fang Xiu, who had already entered the sheath with one hand, Huikong looked at the other party with a few deep eyes. The sword energy on the wound of his palm lingered, causing blood to drip.

If he didn't investigate for a while the last time and was defeated by Fang Xiu because of the magic weapon.

Then this time, Huikong had nothing to say.

Fang Xiu's last sword made him threaten to death for the first time. Even if he had met many powerful people of the same level, there were only a few people who could really give him this feeling.

And each of these people has been immersed in the innate path for countless years and has long been walking a long distance on the path of the innate extreme realm.

Fang Xiu was a acquired martial artist who had never broken the boundaries between heaven and man.

"You can't interfere in the affairs of Nanshan Mansion. If you don't retreat, you will die!"

Tai'a's sword finger was pointed from afar, and Fang Xiu was arrogant. The sword intent followed his thoughts and locked in Huikong.

At this moment, Huikong seemed to be staring at something terrible, and his whole body was inexplicably cold.

Sword Intention!

Huikong has a lot of knowledge, so how could he not know that this is the sword intent?

Compared to Fang Xiu's sword, Huikong was not surprised or surprised by the use of sword intent.

When he reached his realm and talent, the rumors of sword intent were the stepping stones of the master, which was nothing to Huikong. Even the martial arts master was not an insurmountable barrier in Huikong's eyes.

In comparison, Huikong cared more about that terrible sword.

"Amitabha!"

Huikong uttered the Buddha's name, his bloody hands slightly closed. After looking at Fang Xiu, he immediately turned around and left.

From beginning to end, Huikong didn't say much.

If you lose, you will lose. Huikong cannot deny his failure, nor is he sure that he will be Fang Xiu's opponent.

Especially now that his hands are severely damaged, he is even more powerful than Fang Xiu's opponent.

Besides, he was not sure whether Fang Xiu could cut such a sword again. If possible, the probability that he would be able to follow this time was slim.

Huikong dared not gamble, nor did he want to gamble.

Huikong retreated beyond the expectations of the rest of the people.

They did not expect that Fang Xiu actually defeated a powerful man from the Innate Extreme Realm, and he was a high-ranking player from Shaolin Temple.

You should know that the last time Xiao Xuan was forced to retreat, Xiao Xuan did not reveal any flaws, so they didn't know that Xiao Xuan had been injured at that time.

So compared with the last time, Huikong's retreat this time undoubtedly added a bit more shocking power.
Chapter completed!