Chapter 140 It turns out that his martial arts and swordsmanship are above me

Sun Yanwan didn’t know where Wu Zhi, a young constable with great martial arts skills, came from?

But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Wu Zhi entangled Hu Fengge. He fought Hu Fengkuang alone and had the chance to kill the other party.

Sun Yanwan didn't know that Hu Fengkuang would actually think that the Seven Friends of Songyang used the Great Songyang Divine Sword as the foundation to create a set of sword techniques that specifically restrain the Hu family's magic sword technique. If they knew, they would definitely comfort the other party. If this is not the case, it's just that I can control it.

After more than ten moves, Sun Yan became a little impatient. He used his sword with all his strength and had no time to distract himself, for fear that Wu Zhi would be killed by Hu Fengge, or other situations would occur, and his sword moves would become more and more strange, and he wanted to kill Hu Fengkuang quickly.

The Great Songyang Divine Sword no longer uses every change. As long as Hu Feng's Kuang sword move changes slightly, he will make predictions in advance and point to the opponent's swordsmanship flaws first.

Hu Fengkuang seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

As soon as his sword moves, the opponent's sword pointed at him in advance. The flaws he was about to make moves, he hurriedly changed his moves. Before half of his sword skills were used, Sun Yanwan's long sword was already waiting in advance.

Hu Fengkuang believed 100% that if he used his full move, it would be equivalent to sending the flaws of the sword move under Sun Yan's long sword.

He was obviously more skilled in martial arts and deeper in swordsmanship, but he was killed and sweated profusely. He had never been so depressed in his life.

Sun Yanwan used a long sword to use Yao Jiao Rulong, feeling that he had already reached the limit of "finding flaws", but no matter how he predicted it, Hu Fengkuang was able to deal with it, and he couldn't help but wonder, and thought to himself: "Why is this guy still undefeated?"

"I obviously buried six or seven changes in this move. Each sword predicted the flaws of his magic sword technique. According to the truth, he would definitely not be able to solve it..."

The two sides fought fiercely for seventy or eighty moves. Hu Fengkuang's forehead was sweating, and finally he could not keep up with Sun Yanwan's sword technique. He could not change for a while and was hit by Sun Yanwan's sword. At this time, his true energy reached its limit, his qi and blood were extremely active, and blood immediately gushed.

Sun Yanwan succeeded with one sword, and the sword moves were even more urgent!

Hu Feng shouted loudly, and several inches of light yellow sword light appeared on the long sword. However, even though he used the sword light technique, he still did not reverse the situation.

After more than ten more moves, Hu Fengkuang stabbed Sun Yanwan with a sword.

After hitting this sword, Hu Fengkuang's sword could no longer keep up with Sun Yanwan's sword. Sun Yanwan made seven moves in a row, and the sword hit seven or eight moves, and one sword penetrated the throat of the master of the Hu family.

After killing this enemy, he suddenly realized something.

"No wonder, no matter how I find his flaws, he can always deal with it. It turns out that it is because his martial arts and swordsmanship are above me..."

If Hu Fengkuang knew that Sun Yan had this understanding, he would definitely die without dying because he also had this feeling. Sun Yan's martial arts and swordsmanship were not worthy, but he practiced the sword technique of "restraining the Hu family's magic sword technique". Every move was targeted, so that he could not use his sword skills and martial arts with all his strength.

"Master, can you tell me about the affairs of the world, such as what are the five major martial arts families? Are their martial arts skills powerful?"

The old yamen runner looked shocked and asked, "Damn the Hu family?"

Wu Zhi nodded, and the old yamen runner suddenly looked dizzy again. He smiled sly and said, "What's the point of drinking just? Get me two roast ducks, I'll tell you about it."

Wu Zhi had no choice but to whisper: "The shop on the street has not opened yet!"

The old yamen runner said lightly: "Then wait!"

"How can such a good story be told to you in vain?"

Wu Zhi was a little sulky, but she still sat obediently and waited for dawn.

Soon the sky was brighter, and he ordered his constables to buy two roast ducks and some meat dishes. When the constables bought the things back, he put them on the old yamen runners with a look of longing, and opened the wine jar and filled them in a coarse porcelain bowl.

The old yamen runner took a sip of wine, tore a roast duck thigh, bite hard, and spat with satisfaction, saying, "The Hu family is the happy Miao family, the teacher family is always the most beautiful girl in the world, the richest and vast Nanmeng family, and there is another one..."

"Pour wine!"
Chapter completed!