In fact, Ouyang Feng, whom Hong Qigong had always been afraid of, has not even used Yin tricks to come to Yin Hanwen, because the Han-lane ice muffin palm has caused too much damage to his son Ouyang Ke;

Behind Ouyang Ke was a blue palm print, hissing and cold, Ouyang Ke kept swaying his head, but Ouyang Feng did not dare to use his internal strength to treat Ouyang Ke.

This does not mean that Ouyang Feng is stingy with his internal strength. Before the battle with Korean, he refused to use his internal strength to treat Ouyang Ke. He did not eat any children. Moreover, Ouyang Feng’s relationship with Ouyang Ke is really nothing to say;

The main reason is that his internal strength is also more yin and cold. If he uses internal strength to treat Ouyang Ke’s injuries, he will probably become more and more serious. He will end Ouyang Ke’s life earlier and personally, so he dare not move and can only watch Ouyang Ke suffer.

Ouyang Feng's eyes, which had not been resting for a long time, were covered in blood-red light, and he held the snake's staff tightly in his hands, just waiting to arrive at Zhongnan Mountain. Quanzhen Sect solved Ouyang Ke's cold poison. He must tear the so-called Han Wen, the world's number one sword, into pieces! No! Chop it into meat sauce! Feed the dog!

In order to achieve his wish, Ouyang Feng cruelly used the medicine to bring Ouyang Ke down, then drove away the carriage while meditating on his luck, restored his energy and adjusted his state to the best level! Waiting for the arrival of that battle!

And Han Wen is the same! He is now sitting in his room and meditating for luck, waiting quietly. During this period, he ignored the Qizi of Quanzhen, nor did he rob the internal strength of Quanzhen Sect. He did nothing. He just sat quietly! Waiting!

Among the five masters in the world, the one he feared the most was Ouyang Feng, because Ouyang Feng was not only one of the five masters in the world, but his attainments in poison were even more unique in the world. He was the first major poison master in the world. The difficulty of such a person can be imagined;

In the past, he was very afraid of such an opponent who was good at playing poison. Just like Ding Chunqiu in the past, even now he has drunk a little Liang Ziwen's precious snake blood and ate a lot of snake meat. It has a certain resistance to toxicity;

But... Can Liang Ziweng compete with Ouyang Feng? The difference between the two is very different, whether it is raising snakes or martial arts!

In this way, I sat quietly for two days. Han Wen moved and went straight from the broken window of the inn at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. He ignored the shouting behind him and headed straight to the Chongyang Palace on Zhongnan Mountain!

There will be the place for the decisive battle! The place for the decisive battle with Ouyang Feng!

"Korean! Don't go too far!" There were already seven people standing in Chongyang Palace, including the seven sons of Quanzhen, one of which was Qiu Chuji. At this time, he pointed to Han and said angrily: "This is the holy land of our Quanzhen Sect! If you do this, it would be a bit too much!"

After a cold glance at the seven people, Han Wen stood with a sword in his arms. He jumped on the spire at the top of the palace and looked at them condescendingly. Perhaps because of not speaking for two days, his voice was obviously a little dry and hoarse: "Don't try to stop it! I don't mind letting you Quanzhen Cult flow into a river! I will definitely compensate you after this!"

It’s nothing more than this truth to give a sweet date with a slap. Although this is the world’s number one - Wang Chongyang, the sect founded, has a glorious past, but it is the past after all;

Wang Chongyang's death has already destined the decline of the Quanzhen Sect. It is very unpleasant for them to be the best in the world, and they are even more powerful. They dare to put on arrogant airs!

Qiu Chuji was in a hot temper and was about to say something. A tall Taoist priest who was about 40 or 50 years old blocked him, shook his head, and said, "Junior brother! I know it is impossible to do it. That is not persistence, it is stupid. Let's go! We can't stop them!"

Yes! Can't stop it! Because a carriage has already staggered to Mount Zhongnan, the disciples of Quanzhen Sect, but those who dare to get closer are their faces turned black and fell to the ground! Western Poison Ouyang Feng! Here comes! Facing the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, the world's number one swordsman and one of the five great masters in the world, the seven sons of Quanzhen are a bit ridiculous!

The carriage gradually stopped, and one person lifted the curtain and walked out with his arms. It was Ouyang Feng and his son! He was tall, with a mixed bag of brown and white, with a tall and deep nose on his old face, and his wrinkled face had not been washed for a long time. It was covered with mud of various colors, and his white clothes were also damaged in many places.

Compared to Hong Qigong, who was torn clothes but still clean, Ouyang Feng's current situation is more like a disciple of the Beggars' Sect. Looking at his almost down-and-out appearance, who could imagine that this guy was one of the five great masters in the world, and that no matter whether good or evil, he would avoid the Western poison of Ouyang Feng like a snake or scorpion?

"You are finally here! I'm a little impatient to wait!" Han Wen looked down at Ouyang Feng and said, "Send him up! I will let you fight me without distraction! I won't use this waste to threaten you!"

Ouyang Feng didn't say anything, and looked around his gloomy eyes. When he saw Hong Qigong, he raised his eyebrows, groaned, and jumped into the Chongyang Palace. He placed Ouyang Ke in front of Han Wen, then said: "Young people are terrifying! I hope you can show your strength that suits your methods, otherwise... I will let you know the methods of the Western Poison Ouyang Feng!"

"Don't worry! You won't be disappointed!" Han Wen replied with a faint smile, and then, a handprint on Ouyang Ke's back sucked back the damage caused by the ice palm. Ouyang Ke also woke up. Before he could say anything, Han Wen threw him down: "It's not the protagonist, what line to grab? Ouyang Feng! Come and fight--!"

With a loud roar, Han Wen's left hand suddenly turned into a Vajra hand, and he punched it out with a mixed force of wind and thunder. Ouyang Feng had been waiting for his move, and he groaned, and did not dodge or avoid it. He punched it out. Both of them were shocked and they all took two steps back;

Ouyang Feng has a strong kung fu in his fists and feet, and Korean has no intention of entanglement. This is not about martial arts or martial arts, but about life and death!

He took two steps back, and the sword in his hand was shaking, and a sharp sword energy suddenly broke out of the air, as if a lightning bolt from the clear sky, heading straight for Ouyang Feng! He wanted to attack with a fast sword and prevent Ouyang Feng from pulling out the snake staff!

Suddenly, my face felt a little cool and cold hair standing up, and a hint of palpitation rose in Ouyang Feng's heart. He paused to pull out the snake staff and looked up slightly. He saw a dazzling sword energy passing through the space instantly, like a thunder and lightning falling from the clear sky, slashing towards him sharply, and shouted inwardly: What a fast sword!

The sword energy was very fast, but he was not slow either. He shouted lightly, bent his body slightly, and squatted with his hands bent to the shoulders. He wrestled like a big toad, making a sumo wrestling sound like an old cow's scream, and his palms suddenly pushed out towards him. However, he was anxious for a moment and directly used his toad skills!

Han Wendun felt a wave of overwhelming force coming towards him. His body, which was originally sweeping forward at high speed, felt like he was about to be blown away, and he did not dare to neglect him. He hurriedly dodged and left.

He turned sideways and gave Ouyang Feng's powerful palm power. When he turned his body, his wrist turned, the sword drew a graceful arc of light in the air, and slashed towards Ouyang Feng's neck from the side again, gracefully dazzling and murderous intent.

"Good guy! It's your own skill when you take action! You're really going to fight!" At the Chongyang Palace, even though he was watching the battle, Hong Qigong couldn't help but feel scared. How were these two people making an appointment? It was clearly a life-and-death battle!

After all, the Korean fights Ouyang Feng, who is as famous as his father, Huang Rong asked with concern: "Seventh Duke! Can Brother Han win?"

Hong Qigong frowned, shook his head, and said, "It's unknown yet! The strongest thing about the old poison is his poison! If Han Wen can't break his poison skills, I'm afraid... I can't beat him! However, you don't have to worry, your brother Han's light skills are the only one in the world. If you can't beat him, won't you run away?"

At this time, Ouyang Feng, who was on the palace, drew shorter, avoided the sword energy that was slashed, and poked out with one hand like lightning, buckled towards Han Wen's wrist. With Ouyang Feng's skills, once Han Wen's wrist was buckled by him, he would have to be twisted and crushed.

Han Wen raised his eyebrows, and he obviously knew this. He shook his wrist and turned the sword energy into a beautiful and dangerous arc in the air like a spiritual snake, cutting it towards Ouyang Feng's wrist.

If Ouyang Feng did not stop the moves and had not waited for him to hold Han Wen's wrist, his own palm would be cut off first. Although Ouyang Feng thought he had a deep skill, he did not dare to touch Han Wen's sword with his flesh palm, so he had no choice but to shrink his hand and change his moves to avoid his sharpness.

With a sword, Ouyang Feng forced his flesh palm to retreat. Han Wen's sword energy turned and stabbed towards Ouyang Feng's throat again. Ouyang Feng felt the fierce murderous intent contained in the sword energy, and hurriedly used the method of moving and transposing to avoid it. Han Wen's sword was too fast. Even if he was prepared, Ouyang Feng felt caught off guard;

However, Han Wen's long sword was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, staring at Ouyang Feng's vital points. Although Ouyang Feng moved and changed positions several times in a row, he could not get rid of it completely. He wanted to rely on his advantage in his skills to fight head-on, Han Wen's sword light was like a spirit snake, and he never gave him a chance to fight head-on. However, the sword Feng pointed at it and was not far from his vital points, which made Ouyang Feng extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing that he could not avoid it, Ouyang Feng simply stopped trying to escape first and then counterattack. He stopped suddenly, penetrated his palms forcefully, waved the shadows of the palms all over the sky and fell towards the Korean cover chasing. His moves opened and closed, and his palm power was majestic, as if the Five Dings had opened a mountain, and his vigor was roaring, and his palm wind was roaring, as if he was like a demon god.

Since he couldn't get any advantage in his moves, he directly crushed with his strong skills. Ouyang Feng didn't believe it. At such a young age in Korean, even if he started practicing from the womb, his skills could still be as good as his decades of hard practice?

In an instant, Ouyang Feng slapped out more than a dozen palm prints. The white palm prints were beautiful but contained murderous intent, but it was - Shentuo Snow Mountain Palm - Blowing Snow Palm!

Facing Ouyang Feng's rapid snow-blowing palm, Han Wen was like a leaf flying in the wind. With the swelling palm wind, she rose up gracefully and floated to the edge of the fierce palm wind, which easily freehand painting of Ouyang Feng's powerful palm power. When she turned her wrist, the long sword drew a stream of light and swept towards Ouyang Feng.

The sword force was first as gentle as the breeze, but in an instant it became fast and sharp. The sword energy spread across the sky, making a "hissing" sound, strands, endless.

As the light flashed, the sword Feng was always inseparable from Ouyang Feng's vital points, like a lovely woman, always entangled by his lover's side. But Ouyang Feng knew clearly that this sword brought not resentment, but cold murderous intent.

Ouyang Feng waved his palms together, like two big millstones, launching a storm-like attack on Han Wen. His palms were like thunder and as fast as lightning, and he wished he could kill Han Wen under his palm immediately.

But it is obvious that Han Wen is not a good guy. Although Ouyang Feng's offensive was fierce, Han Wen was not afraid at all. Not only did he not give in, but he attacked with attack. Although he tried not to fight with Ouyang Feng head-on, Jian Feng was always at his vital points. As long as Ouyang Feng showed his flaws, he would attack like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, making Ouyang Feng dare not relax at all.

Without saying a few nonsense, the two of them fought together, entangled and killed moves, and the people below were shocked!

After a long time, Ouyang Feng used his old trick again and forced Han Wen to retreat with the powerful internal force of the toad skill, opened the distance, and took the opportunity to take out his snake staff from behind!

Han Wen knew that his plan was bankrupt! The real decisive battle has just begun! Shentuo Snow Mountain Palm and Toad Skill, these things are not Ouyang Feng's real strength. His most powerful thing lies in the snake staff! Only when he meets a master of the same height as himself can he use this snake staff!

As for the more powerful toad skill... maybe that is the eternal pain in Ouyang Feng's heart?

In the early years, Ouyang Feng and his elder brother Ouyang Lie were trapped in Baituo Valley, and in despair, they obtained the Five Poisons Sutra left by Jiang Taixu.

Unexpectedly, a strong wind blew away five pages of parchment, only seven pages. Ouyang Lie developed a unique skill based on this. Later, Ouyang Feng was afraid of being discovered due to his martial arts secrets, so he killed his brother and succeeded to the throne of the Lord of Baituo Mountain. Later, Ouyang Feng created the toad skills based on this and became one of the strongest masters in the world!

After touching the snake staff in his hand, Ouyang Feng's clanging voice sounded: "You shouldn't tell Keer about those things, and you shouldn't treat him like that! Korean! You deserve the name of the world's number one swordsman! But that's all!"

Han Wen sneered and said, "That's all? I still have a lot of things that I haven't shown for you! Western Poison Ouyang Feng! I will kill you! Use your blood to write your name on my banner! Don't say too much nonsense! You will die, you will die! Then let's see who is better at it!"

"It should be like this! Let you first see my spiritual snake staff technique! I hope you won't die so easily!" Ouyang Feng's face looked ferocious. He first made a feint attack with the Shentuo Snow Mountain Palm, and then used the spiritual snake staff technique! (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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