Hero Cultivation System

wThe four women around Fu Hui sound like they are also of the Yuan generation. Liang Gong is inexperienced and cannot judge the extent of the strength of these four people. He can only say that they look stronger than Fu Juan, but slightly weaker than Yuan Fang on the train.

Some.

Is this cannon fodder? Or is it used to drain brother's energy?

After a little internal check of his own energy, he found that it was probably less than half of what it was at its peak. If he had been entangled with them for a long time, he probably would have collapsed from exhaustion without waiting for Fu Hui to come over and deal with him.

Must be resolved quickly!

The four women are all in their thirties, and time has left traces on their faces. The tiger's mouth on their right hands is covered with a thick layer of calluses, which shows that they have been immersed in swordsmanship for quite a long time.

The four women rushed to Liang Gong's side and stood in front, back, left, and right, and at the same time they bent over and clasped their fists and said, "Please!" The movements of the four of them were in one movement, and even the word "please" seemed to be spoken by only one person.

Liang Gong had a grimace on his face. He originally planned to attack them first as soon as they entered his attack range, but he didn't expect them to do this. As a hero, of course he had to pretend to be B to the end, and he also had to bend his body.

Hold your fists and say: "Please!"

The word "please" was still in his mouth, "Hey!" the four women scolded at the same time, pulled out the soft swords from their waists, jumped into the air, and attacked Liang Gong from four angles.

Damn it! This is still taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, but it doesn't conform to the reality of the people. It is indeed an old experience, and I feel inferior to it.

He didn't panic. He only moved and flashed within a very small area where he was standing, and easily avoided the attacks of the four women.

"Oil the soles of your feet!" Daxia Liang is worthy of being a hero who started out as an escaper. He ranks second in terms of dodge. No one except Master Bao Ye dares to say that he ranks first.

The four girls seem to be very good at body movements, they can turn around very fast, and they are also good at fighting the enemy together. First, the four of them move together, then they attack alternately in pairs, and finally the four of them take turns to attack in a certain rhythm, with a tacit understanding.

They were so good that every time they passed by their companions within a very small distance, others would break into a cold sweat on their behalf.

After observing for a while, Liang Gong probably already knows the principles of the Emei Sword Formation. Perhaps because there are mostly female disciples, in order to solve the problem that female disciples are naturally not as strong as men, Emei's ancestors designed this sword formation to use the flexible movement speed of their movements.

And tacit understanding of cooperation replaces the inherent deficiencies in physical strength.

Caught in a sword formation, you can only dodge but not forcefully attack. Once one of them is blocked, the other three will attack one after another, and the alternation is endless. If you just dodge, let alone the flexibility of the body, let alone the cunning level of the four of them.

Even being tired can tire you to death.

However, the courage is insufficient, and the cultivation of the four of them is only around the acquired peak, so the true energy cannot be released. The soft sword in the hand alone has no possibility of breaking through the true energy of Liang Gong's protective body. Not to mention his indestructible body.

This sword formation is of little use against innate masters.

In this case, let’s make a quick decision!

Standing still on the spot, facing the oncoming sword, he did not dodge or dodge, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the sword's edge and held on. The sword seemed to be rooted on the spot, no matter how Yuan Mei turned his wrist and pulled it, he was in control of it.

Liang Gong's hand.

The other three women also saw that Yuan Mei was still unable to pull out the sword despite all her strength. They all yelled angrily and jumped up. In an instant, the three swords hit Liang Gong's chest and three large points on his back at the same time.

"Porphyry!" This time they also felt the feeling of being hit by the sword tip. In fact, those with sharp eyes could clearly see that the tip of their sword was still a little away from Liang Gong's body and was blocked from the outside.

The three women clasped their hands together and stabbed forward with all their strength. Even the sword blades were bent into an arc, but they could not move forward any further.

"Hiss! Infuriating body protection!"

Amid the exclamations of others, Liang Gong ignored the frightened looks in the eyes of the four women across from him and made a half-arc arc with the soul-returning knife in his right hand. The yellow blade light suddenly spit out from the tip of the knife passed over the sword as if it were nothing, "Ding! Ding!

!Ding!" The soft sword broke in response, and the four women were shocked by the strong or soft Qi coming from the sword, causing them to vomit blood and fly backwards.

"good!"

He picked up the broken sword that was as soft as a dead snake in his left hand, looked at it, and threw it aside. These four women were indeed the masters of the day after tomorrow. Although they were hit by him and vomited some blood, their injuries were not serious.

On the contrary, the shock force generated by the broken sword hurt them more.

"Hehe! Master Fu, the Emei Sword Formation is nothing more than that. I think it's better for you to come in person and let me learn from you." No one expected that Liang Gong, who looked so embarrassed, would not stop after just winning a match.

He immediately challenged Fu Hui boldly.

"Master, I'm coming!"

"Let me go!"

"Master, I will definitely take off this kid's head."

The emperor humiliated his minister and died, which made Fu Hui feel good. Many people around him stepped forward bravely to ask for a fight. Even Zhang Bi, who had just tortured the Americans, stood up again to avenge his previous humiliation.

Fu Hui raised his hands in front of his chest, turned his palms and pressed down. For a moment, all the disturbances stopped, and only the sound of everyone gasping for air was left.

"This man's hard skills have reached the point of being invulnerable. It's useless for all of you to do it. You can only scratch his itch for him." Fu Hui knew that he and Liang Gong were destined to have this battle, so he reached out and drew out the soft sword wrapped around his waist.

The "clang" ground turned into a straight line.

Her soft sword was also made of Burmese iron, but it had a crystal clear feel, and light flashed across the blade from time to time. It was obviously extraordinary.

He said it simply, but he never dared to ignore it in his heart. Liang Gong knew that his and Fu Hui's skills should be between equals. Maybe Fu Hui's background was thicker than him, and the other party's energy and spirit were even better.

At the top, he only had five successes left, and his victory or defeat could be said to be 99% certain.

His only advantage is that he has won two battles in a row. He is full of vigor and fighting spirit. His spirit is at an unprecedented peak. He may be able to survive in death and find a chance to defeat Fu Hui.

Holding the knife in front of him, he stared at Fu Hui with all his attention without blinking.

Fu Hui, however, relaxed and took a few steps forward casually as if taking a walk. The soft sword was clasped behind his back, and suddenly he swung out his left hand. A bright silver thing accompanied by a sharp whistling sound crossed three feet in front of Liang Gong's body. From his

Flying by on the right.

Due to human inertia, Liang Gong's eyes were attracted to this little thing, and he unconsciously followed the movement of the little thing and turned away his eyes, which were always on guard.

With a scolding sound, he drew up his body, unsheathed his soft sword, and used the Emei Body Technique to pierce through the forest, but the speed was different from what the four disciples used just now.

"It's going to be bad! I've fallen into a trap." As expected of a thousand-year-old fox, he successfully diverted Liang Gong's attention with just a coin.

Before he could move his eyes back, there was a whooshing sound in his ears. His eyes had just focused, and hundreds of light points were raining down on his head like fireworks like fireworks.

The surprise in his eyes had not yet formed, thousands of light spots suddenly merged into one, and a sword shadow broke out from the void. The tip of the sword trembled slightly and pointed directly at the large points in Liang Gong's body. It seemed that he might change his moves at any time. It was exactly

Liang Gong's old acquaintance, the ultimate move in Emei swordsmanship, "Jade Girl Threading the Needle"!

Okay! If you want to play with fireworks, I will play with you, "Big Tornado!"

A blue knife tower that rotates layer by layer and consists of rapidly rotating and waving swords appears out of thin air, facing the incoming sword shadows.

"Jingling, clanging, clanging" the clash of gold and iron, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The sword shadows and lights in the air suddenly disappeared at the same time, and Liang Gong and Fu Hui were each knocked back three steps.

In the first round, neither side won or lost.

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