C30 Abstinence

The old man was still empty-handed and did not have any weapon in his hands, but Sima Feng did not feel relaxed at all. He knew that the old man's Eagle Claw calendar was already mastered and it was not an exaggeration to say that his hands could cut brick and shatter stone.

Whenever there was a human's body that was too light, it would break their bones and broken their tendons, and the heavy would be their demise. Therefore, Sima Feng had a cautious face, holding the treasured sword in his hand, he used the Eight Immortal Sword Technique's gateways – Jin Jiu.

The concept of the Eight Immortals Sword Technique is based on the legendary "Eight Immortals", with different characteristics of nature and mannerisms. Combined with the characteristics of martial arts, the concept of the Eight Immortals Sword Technique is based on the shape of the sword, hiding martial arts techniques in its posture, using the "hit, stab, cut, point, parry, erase, cloud and pick" of the sword techniques to thoroughly display the different styles of the "Eight Immortals", so that the sword technique is closely linked with the divine shape.

His movements were simple and natural, with both grace and natural grace, and his strength was both firm and gentle, his potential was similar to that of a swimming dragon or a playing ball, making it hard for people to guard against him. Sima Feng had relied on the Eight Immortal Sword Technique to roam the martial arts world for fifty years without success, so even though he revealed a fixed style, he still carried a kind of threatening aura.

The two of them observed each other for a long time without making any moves. Just as everyone was panicking, the two of them pounced towards each other, Sima Feng used Iron Crutch Li Dao, Qiu Feng Ye swept a cold ray of light and pierced towards the center of the old man's brows, the old man dodged, and dodged to the side, dodging the attack at the same time. He used an Eagle Strike in the air, splitting his two claws to the left and right of Sima Feng's ribs.

At the same time, he kicked back with all his might and shot towards the old man like an arrow. The name of the move was Zhang Guo Guan Tian, with the tip of the sword piercing towards the old man's chest, the old man sneered and used an eagle pouncing on a rabbit. While dodging the sword, he kicked forward, aiming for Sima Feng's lower abdomen.

Sima Feng's sword followed his movements, borrowing the might of his sword to slash towards the elder's left arm. The elder dodged and dodged, but at the same time the both of them could not help but dodge, while waiting for the chance to attack each other. The two figures in the arena crossed each other again. The scene was extremely thrilling. The spectators held their breath as they stared at each and every move of theirs, afraid that they would miss a brilliant moment and regret it for the rest of their lives.

At the same time, he was also worried for the old man. After all, this concerned the old man and his life and death, at the same time, he had too many questions waiting for the old man to answer. There were over a hundred people surrounding the courtyard, but the scene was terrifyingly quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the sound of wind and low shouts from the two of them from time to time.

In the blink of an eye, the old man and Sima Feng had fought for sixty rounds, yet they were still unable to determine victory or defeat. Many of the people on the side could not help but cheer for Sima Feng, who was originally a little anxious, thinking to himself: This old man is actually so capable, it looks like I have underestimated him! How could he win?

But just at this time, the cheers and cheers from the side had undoubtedly given Sima Feng a boost in spirits, he saw that Sima Feng was still in high spirits, the autumn leaves in his hands were flying about, he used a sword image to surround the old man, and the old man had a completely different mentality compared to Sima Feng. The old man's forehead was perspiring, his breathing was no longer stable, and he thought to himself: This is bad, looks like I am unable to defeat Sima Feng.

However, if this old life of mine wasn't enough for him to die, then Yuan Tianxing's child would also be in trouble. The more the old man thought about it, the more anxious he became. Originally, his martial arts skills were only around the same as Sima Feng's, but this wild imagination of his caused the moves in his hands to become slightly chaotic. On the other hand, the more Sima Feng fought, the more valiant he became.

Yuan Tianxing who was at the side saw all of this, and thought to himself: It seems that the old senior is getting impatient, continuing like this is not going to work! He was severely injured, and was unable to represent the old man in battle. Yuan Tianxing's heart was burning with rage, but he was powerless.

Just as the two of them were fighting for eighty times, the old man was not careful, and got slashed by Sima Feng's right arm that had a wound of about three inches, fortunately the wound was not deep, and when the old man felt pain, he immediately jumped out of the circle, and said to Sima Feng: "Sima Feng, I lost!"

Sima Feng also returned the sword back to its sheath, and laughed at the old man: "It's good that Second chief of the stronghold has admitted defeat, I hope your words will go to the foreword." With that, he turned around and walked towards the crowd.

The old man sighed, then shook his head helplessly. He turned to Yuan Tianxing and said: "Child, this old man is useless, I am unable to save you from the tiger's den."

"As long as you are willing to help me, I will be extremely grateful. I should be the one apologizing. It was I who did not listen to your advice and explored the entire hall of the underworld. This time, I have brought you in as well."

"Hehehe, that's fine. This is what I should have done anyway …"

Just as Yuan Tianxing wanted to ask what was going on, the people from the Yama Hall did not want to deal with it, as they wanted to kill Yuan Tianxing and take revenge for the dead. When Yuan Tianxing heard that today's situation was no longer as it was, he hurriedly took a few steps forward and said loudly:

"I killed him, it has nothing to do with that old man. If you want to kill him, then cut him into pieces!"

Lin Yuhao took two large steps forward and said: "Yuan Tianxing, you're already a muddleheaded fool that has crossed the river, yet you're still in the mood to care about others? Furthermore, Second chief of the stronghold and I have something to say first, so he wanted to tell me the truth of the matter.

The old man took a step forward and said, "I will keep my word. I'm not like those who don't keep their promises." With just one sentence, Sima Feng's face turned red.

Just as the old man was about to explain the situation, the guards outside the hall were in chaos. A follower ran in front of Lin Yuhao and gasped for breath as he spoke.

"Large... Grand chief, no … "Oh no, someone has barged in from the outside."

"What are you panicking for?" Lin Yuhao berated loudly: "Speak slowly, how many people came from outside?"

The follower who reported the news steadied his heart and said: "Just one. He wielded a pair of large axes in his hands, and was extremely bold and fierce. None of us dozens of people were able to stop him. And he even injured a lot of people. "

Yuan Tianxing and the old man raised their heads and saw that the person who came was about twenty years old, with a height of 1.75 meters and a head of short hair that was about three inches long, standing straight up, with two faint arched eyebrows, a pair of bright leopard eyes, a flat nose, a small mouth, and on the right side of his face, there was a faint scar made from a blade. It was Wu Haijian who came to rescue him.

Wu Haijian came to the front of the old man and asked: "Master, are you injured?"

"Didn't I not let you follow me? Why aren't you listening? Do you think you can escape?"

"I don't care. If Master is in trouble, I, as his disciple, cannot sit idly by and do nothing."

"Sigh..." The old man shook his head, thinking to himself, How could I not know about your filial piety? However, it's not a good thing for you to come now.

Just then, Lin Yuhao spoke with anger in his voice: "Second chief of the stronghold, what is the meaning of this? Do you want to lead your disciple in rebellion? In that case, I don't have to go any further. Brothers, come, kill all three of them. "

"Yes sir!" There were at least a hundred people holding Yuan Tianxing. The old man and Wu Haijian surrounded them.

Wu Haijian's face did not reveal any signs of worry, but instead, there was a hint of excitement, causing Yuan Tianxing to not understand. Right at this moment, Wu Haijian said loudly: "All of you are useless trash, try out this new move that I, this young one, have developed, Vanguard Heaven Roar." With that, he rushed into the crowd.