Hearing Oda Nagao's voice, everyone flicked a road with a "huh" and stood up with a stern hand. The black shadow flashed quickly, Oda Nagao rushed over like a night owl, and his cold and vicious eyes locked on Hu Xiaotian for a moment. He was worried that the other party would use his old trick again, and then escape from the water. However, this kid was foolishly staying in place and was going to fight alone! Logically speaking, the Xuanzong people should not be so stupid. Could he have any other support or other intentions? However, the doubts flashed and the strong desire for revenge made him unwilling to study more - any conspiracy and tricks would be defeated by just one knife!

Oda Nagato's murderous intent was full of his chest, and the biting sword energy spread unconsciously, as if a bloodthirsty demon sword had been unshelf, and needed fresh life sacrifices. He stabilized his body first, and forced his opponent step by step, with a cruel and bloody smile hanging on the corner of his lips, like a lion catching his prey, and he had to enjoy the process of killing. Every step he took was like a drum beat, and his momentum rose a little, causing an irresistible sense of excitement.

Hu Xiaotian was the first to be blasted, and the pressure he was under was unimaginable, but his body was as tall as a gun, and like a rock on the beach, and he remained unmoved by the water. Oda Nagato's sword technique was extremely powerful. If he was allowed to adjust it fully, he would definitely lose this battle. No matter what, one must break his mood and momentum, and the other must grasp the first attack to get a three-point chance of winning. With this in mind, he silently used the Buddhist mental method, and his sharp eyes shot straight over.

The eyes were swept by the clanging eyes, and Mars flew everywhere.

Oda Nagao felt his eyes hurt slightly, and a trace of inexplicable throbbing flashed in his heart, and he couldn't help but be shocked. He never thought that in the competition of spiritual momentum, he would be weaker than his opponent. He shouted in shame and anger: "Little devil, you are here to make trouble again. Can't you remember after taking a knife? I swear to kill you!"

Hu Xiaotian sneered: "A mere little bandit from the East China Sea is so arrogant that he makes a lot of words. Don't you know that the Central Plains martial arts are profound? If you want to kill me, you are not qualified."

Oda Nagato's teeth clenched and said word by word: "What did you say?!"

Hu Xiaotian said lightly: "After all, he is a barbarian from the outside world, so it is normal that he cannot understand my Celestial Mandarin. This young master is an authentic Celestial Han Chinese. He is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics and is more than enough to be your master. If you kneel down and bow your head immediately, I will spend some time teaching you, which will benefit you for the rest of your life."

Oda Nagao had never heard such humiliating words. He rushed straight to the top door with a slight anger, his hair was upside down, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted like thunder: "Baoge, I want to peel your cramps, chop them up, throw them into the sea to feed the fish!"

Just as he cursed and his feet were off the ground, Hu Xiaotian suddenly bent his knees and bounced, and a sword flew, and the dazzling sword light teared apart the night sky. What was extremely strange was that he was clearly using his sword technique, but when the sword blade was slashed, he released a fierce and domineering sword aura!

"Slash against the wind!"

Oda Nagao's eyes were so shocked that he couldn't believe everything in front of him. How could the disciples of the Demon Cult master the unique sword technique of the Oda family? "Slaying against the Wind" was extremely serious in killing, abandoning any flashy tricks, and paying attention to killing with one knife, being brave and diligent, and being invincible with me. This sword is wrong. The strength, angle, speed, timing and attached momentum of this sword have all the essence of the sword technique. Even if it is the most outstanding disciple of the Oda family, it is not so.

Oda Nagao has been immersed in Yin's sword technique for many years, and she felt particularly strong about this amazing sword, even a sense of absurdity, as if another person was wielding a sword to kill him. The understanding and use of the sword was actually similar to that of himself! The path of martial arts varies from person to person, and there are thousands of roads to reach the top, but there will never be two paths overlap. So how should this sword that cannot appear in the world be explained in front of you? Is this the incredible supernatural powers of the Demon Cult?

Oda Nagao's heart was filled with storm, so depressed that he only vomited blood. He knew better than anyone else that he could not retreat or avoid it. He could only attack and stop killing with attack! His feet were sank rapidly, and he waved his backhand, and the sword light of the horse practice flew up from bottom, as fierce, fierce and domineering!

When! The swords and swords had no suspense, the energy exploded and the wind whistled, forcing the people watching the battle around to retreat.

Hu Xiaotian let out a long roar, and slashed six swords in a row, each slashing was full of force, and went straight to Oda Nagao's vital point, not allowing him to escape and dodge. The moves were opened and closed, and the tragic smell of jade burning. He heard six consecutive loud noises, deaf, and everyone was swaying. "Happy, happy!" Hu Xiaotian shouted that the sword was constantly shaking, as if he had swung a hammer, and then smashed Oda Nagao's fiercely.

The man's nail. He just killed many people, and his momentum was in full swing, and he seized the opportunity to take the lead. In addition, he knew the essence of Oda Nagao's sword technique as well as his fingers. Each sword cleverly slashed at his weak sword energy. Although his skills were not as deep as the opponent, he still had the upper hand. Oda Nagao took a slow step by step, and could only deal with moves and fight back passively, unable to escape the scope of the sword light. His former domineering aura was gone.

Hiss! Hiss! Everyone was stunned, and gasping sounds came one after another. Even Oda Nagato was suppressed. Then wouldn’t this mysterious swordsman be so strong that he was against the will of heaven?!

At this moment, Murong Buyi, Fei Zhixian and others came together. Seeing the flames surging, Murong Buyi jumped in an anxious manner and quickly ordered all the onlookers to go out and put out the fire. Fei Zhixian frowned and said, "Master Murong Island, this kid is risking his life to burn the boat, but he is using Fusang sword technique. Is it a strife in the Japanese pirates? Oda Nagao's subordinates' skills are too bad!" Murong Buyi was more careful and said hesitantly: "This person is not a Fusang samurai, but may be a demon with ill-heartedness.

Teach the disciples." Fei Zhixian flashed his mind and immediately remembered the scene of fighting with Hu Xiaotian, and said in a lost voice: "It's him!" Murong Buyi said: "Could it be that the gods will recognize this person?" Fei Zhixian snorted coldly: "This kid is as slick as a ghost, and he has repeatedly ruined my good deeds. He is born to be the opponent of the Qinglong Society. The so-called things are only three, so he must take his life tonight!" Murong Buyi was shocked and sweated. If the Xuanzong disciples died on the island, who will take the blame for this huge culprit?

Without mentioning how Murong Buyi scratched his ears and his cheeks, Hu Xiaotian suddenly felt a terrible murderous aura attacking. Many key acupoints were as uncomfortable as needles. He took a quick look and glanced at Fei Zhixian's dangerously deep eyes. No, the Qinglong Association actually sent the number one master to escort Princess Mingzhu - this was beyond his expectations! Fei Zhixian's martial arts skills were both high and he did not care about his identity and face. If he suddenly attacked him, he would definitely die. He stopped his hand and closed his sword, and jumped backwards.

The pressure suddenly disappeared, and Oda Nagao was stunned for a moment. He obviously didn't understand why his opponent had to give up the good situation and retreated voluntarily. He smiled and said with a grim smile: "Little devil, life and death are not yet divided, why are you running away?! Is it because your skills are exhausted?

Hu Xiaotian raised his sword and pointed Fei Zhixian, and said coldly: "You big guys who call the wind and rain are trying to bully the few with more, so how shameless are you?"

Oda Nagao thought for a moment and realized the reason. He was extremely cold and arrogant by nature and said unhappy: "It's a fair duel. I have the confidence to safeguard the honor of the Oda family and maintain my dignity as a samurai. Please don't interfere!"

Fei Zhixian said: "Oda, you misunderstood. I believe you have enough strength to kill him. But this kid has made enemies with me first and has a great sin. I should be able to save him and go to the Western Paradise. Only in this way can I understand my thoughts and improve my cultivation."

Murong Buyi hurriedly interrupted and said, "Oda, the unique Buddhist skills that the general practiced by the generals of God are different. Why don't you take a step back temporarily? What is the beauty of cheng ren? Anyway, no matter whether the little devil dies under your knife or at the generals of God, the final result is no different." As he said that, he secretly winked and signaled Oda Nagao not to reveal Hu Xiaotian's identity.

Oda Nagao led the most vicious gang of pirates, with no bad scheming and wrists. With a touch of Murong Buyi's eyes, he immediately understood the gods. If Fei Zhixian killed the disciples of Xuanzong, it would become a conflict between the Qinglong Association and the Demon Sect, and it would have nothing to do with their two families. It can eliminate the enemy who killed his brother, and there is no need to offend Xuanzong. Why not do such a good thing as killing people with a knife? He brushed his sword and put it into the sheath, and said coldly: "People general, if you can't kill him, I'll continue!"

Fei Zhixian's face flashed with a blue air and laughed: "It's really a big deal. How dare you suspect that I can't kill this kid?! I will definitely knock him into pieces when I take action!"

Oda Nagato hugged his arms across his chest and said, "It is false to hear from ears, but it is true to see from eyes."

Fei Zhixian was so angry that his nostrils were smoking. If he hadn't been thinking that he was a Fusang warrior, he was not familiar with the ranking of masters in the Central Plains martial arts world and had some points to rely on in the future. He really wanted to smash this turtle bastard with one punch! He took a deep breath and pointed to Hu Xiaotian's nose and said, "Boy, if you commit suicide with your sword now, I will be kind to keep your whole body, and you will be reincarnated. Otherwise, you will be destroyed in both form and spirit!

Seeing that there were masters blocking each other from both sides, Hu Xiaotian could not escape, so he simply concentrated his mind and made the worst plan to break the death of the fish. He said: "Listen to the tone of the senior, you are either gods or Bodhisattvas? You have the ability to decide the cycle of life and death and have the ability to be clear, why bother to waste your time in the world?"

"You!" Fei Zhixian couldn't hear the sarcastic meaning in his words, and said angrily: "Who is your master? How could he teach you a yellow-haired child who is sharp-tongued and arrogant?"

Hu Xiaotian said: "As the saying goes, "If you have reason, don't speak loudly. The seniors change their colors. Could it be that they are so rational that they are too rude and want to overwhelm people with strength?" As he said, Qu Zhizheng bounced the sword spine and smiled, "Senior Su Wen is a master of martial arts, and he has extraordinary experience. It just so happened that the juniors have recently learned a set of sword techniques, but unfortunately they lack practical training. I want to ask seniors to give me some advice!" As he spoke, the sword energy burst out, like a dangerous peak rising from the ground, proud and majestic.

Fei Zhixian was slightly surprised. After just a few days, this boy went further and made a breakthrough. At such a terrifying cultivation speed, at most three years, it would be enough to compete with the heroes of the world! He shook his head and said disdainfully: "You use a sword to use a sword to make a sword, which is not a mess. You are so embarrassed to show off your ugly and charming skills in this kind of half-tuning skill? The sword should be light and sharp, and the sword should be strong. When you practice it to the extreme, each has its own extraordinary realm. If you imitate it, it will be inconsistent."

Hu Xiaotian said lightly: "Whether a knife or a sword, it is a powerful weapon for killing people. The use of it is pure and pure. Why should you be too fond of your appearance?"

Fei Zhixian sneered: "Are you teaching me a lesson?"

Hu Xiaotian put his left hand on his right wrist and said loudly: "It's useless to say more, please give me advice!" His arm was flapping, and a loud sound was heard. The long sword was pierced straight, as fast as a meteor to catch the moon, which was dazzling. At this moment, all his concerns were abandoned, leaving only pure fighting intention burning in his chest; at this moment, he could only believe that the three-foot sword in his hand could kill demons and eliminate demons! When the tip of the sword cuts the air and the sword intent spreads, he has merged with the Mowen Song Needle Sword, without any fear, fearlessness, and no hatred, just fighting!

The sword light flashed, and the cold air suddenly came, and even the rolling heat wave was forcibly dispelled. Murong Buyi, Oda Nagao and others exclaimed in surprise, and all of them changed their colors. This sword was simple and straightforward, without any complex changes. It had a bit of charm of slashing against the wind, and it was deeply rooted in the three flavors of sword techniques. It fully utilized the fast, ruthless and accurate sword techniques. Moreover, the combination of man and sword was aimed at the sword first, and the momentum was like thunder, and it surpassed the shackles of ordinary sword techniques and actually touched the threshold of "sword art"! Unbelievable, this kid was only as old as he was qualified to reach the peak of martial arts?! In the martial arts world, there are countless masters who have been practicing hard for decades and are still wandering outside the door, why is he so lucky?

Fei Zhixian's face was as deep as water, and his murderous intent became more and more powerful. Although he was unwilling to admit it, his opponent did have the capital to be proud. There were more than tens of millions of swordsmen, but only one percent of those who were proficient in swordsmanship. He had less than one thousand who had mastered swordsmanship. He had even chosen one in a thousand swordsmanship. Especially considering the opponent's age, he was simply a jealous monster! If it were an ordinary person, he could not block this lightning strike, even if it was blocked, he would probably be penetrated by the invisible sword energy. But who is Fei Zhixian? The true energy flowed, and he used the "Dora Leaf Finger" to lightly bounce it.

Ding! The finger wind hit, the sword body trembled violently, and a clear cry of wail was made - just a point out, the seemingly unpredictable sword move that seemed to be a god and a ghost immediately disintegrated!

Hu Xiaotian's mouth was trembling violently, and his long sword struggled to escape. Fortunately, he had expected that his wrist would spin gently and cleverly control the powerful rebounding force. The sharp sword churned like a dragon, slashing towards his opponent, but he would never retreat. His bravery and domineering momentum was even better than before!

A great move to use force to fight! Even Fei Zhixian had to praise him secretly, showing a solemn look for the first time. He thought this battle was easy, but it seemed that he had to take it seriously. A few thumps sounded, and the index fingers of both hands were bounced continuously, and the condensed energy of the energy directly hit the blade. It was a tit-for-tat confrontation, and there was a sudden explosion of gold and iron. The Doroye finger contained the meaning of subduing demons and was a unique martial arts skill in Buddhism. If it weren't for the extraordinary texture of the ink-patterned pine needle sword, it would have been shattered into countless pieces on the spot.

The sword light slashed, the energy exploded, and the figure flew and moved.

After all, Hu Xiaotian's skills were far inferior to his opponent. After several moves, his body was numb and he had to shake his body with a fake move. He quickly retreated with a sword light, and he stepped back seven or eight steps. Every step he took, his footprints were about an inch deep.

Fei Zhixian sneered: "The pearl of rice grains also shines brightly! Those who know each other, let's take care of themselves."

Hu Xiaotian finally cloted and stood firm. His throat was sweet, and he spitted out a mouthful of blood. His right hand had torn apart, and the blood bead fell from the hilt of the sword, which was already injured inside and outside. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his back hand and sighed: "I am worthy of being the most powerful man who is the martial arts world. I defeated my offensive in a blunt manner. It is really admirable. Today I can meet an opponent with a martial arts skill like my predecessor. I am lucky to have three lives to do. I hope my predecessor will continue to give me advice."

Fei Zhixian said coldly: "Stop flattering! What qualifications do you have to be my opponent? Now that your right hand is half-wasted, don't waste my time anymore."

Hu Xiaotian said with neither humility nor arrogantly: "The right hand is useless, and there is still a left hand! As long as the breath is still there, I will not wait for death." As he said that, he slowly let go of his numb fingers, and replaced it with a left hand holding the sword, holding the hilt of the sword, and raising the chest, and spreading the sword tip, and still taking an offensive posture.

Although everyone present had different positions, they couldn't help but respect Hu Xiaotian's courage and fighting spirit. You should know that ordinary people couldn't even stand firmly in front of Fei Zhixian, let alone draw their swords and take the initiative to attack, but Hu Xiaotian dared to fight to the death and never give up, which truly demonstrated the character of a warrior.

Fei Zhixian looked at the difficult bone in front of him, and felt inexplicable anxiety in his heart. He ignored his identity rules and said in a deep voice: "Isn't it easy for you to die?" His figure flashed, and he suddenly crossed several feet of space, pressing his palm towards Hu Xiaotian's chest.

Under the traction of the energy, Hu Xiaotian thrust his sword forward without thinking and aimed at Fei Zhixian's key point in his heart. If the other party refused to change his move, it would be a fate that would die together.

"Bold!" How could Fei Zhixian be willing to trade his life for life? He immediately lowered his shoulders and elbows, and swung his sleeves like an iron fan wrapped around the long sword. With a snatch, the long sword stabbed on the sleeves, but could not penetrate the thin fabric. The sword body was pressed into an arc. At the same time, he clenched his fist with his other hand and blasted forward! He was really angry when the fist was released, and as soon as the fist was shot, there was a thunderous sound. When the fist was exhausted, the violent wind and sand had swallowed Hu Xiaotian!

Hu Xiaotian's hair was standing upside down, and an unprecedented sense of crisis hit him. His intuition told him that this was the last moment of life and death! He decisively released the hilt of his sword, folded his palms to protect the vital points of his chest and abdomen, and rushed forward desperately.

Boom! The fists and palms intersected, and a lip thunder exploded on the flat ground.

Hu Xiaotian responded quickly, but Fei Zhixian's skills were too strong. When he spitted his fist, he really had the power of landslide and cracking, and he could destroy the power of tying. He seemed to be hit by dozens of wild bison head-on, his chest was suffocated, his arms were sore, and his body couldn't help but fly up in the air. When he landed on the ground, his feet were soft and he almost staggered and fell down. He couldn't help but vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, but he felt that the eight strange meridians were hurt everywhere, and the true energy in the dantian had lost control and ran around. If he hadn't been supported by a stubborn will, he would have fallen to the ground and could not move.

Puff! The ink-patterned pine needle sword was inserted into the soil with a slant, and it was already dull.
Chapter completed!