THE SWORDSMAN OF FIRE AND ICE
SHI MA CING HU'S
Fei Yang set his feet slowly, his body drifting as light as a sideways cotton swab so that Shi Ma Cing Lung's attack passed on the right side of his body.
Seeing his attack successfully Fei Yang dodged it easily, Shi Ma Ching Lung, carried out a sideways slash attack.
A green dragon claw darted towards the side.
Chasing towards Fei Yang, covered the 4 corners of his movement.
Fei Yang smiled calmly, before this move progressed, he had already guessed the direction of his attack and the point of his weakness.
Fei Yang did not dodge or fend off, he instead darted forward with a pair of open palms pushed forward.
Unexpected Shi Ma Cing Lung, Fei Yang would make this extremely illogical move.
Di was forced to cancel his attack, pulling back both of his hands to welcome Fei Yang's attack.
"Blaarr,..!!"
"Duarrr,..! Duarrr,..! Duarrr,..! Duarrr,..! Duarrr,..! Duarrr,..!"
Back-to-back explosions occurred around Fei Yang and Shi Ma Cing Lung's battle area.
The explosion occurred repeatedly, due to the meeting of two giant forces.
The entire outfit up to Shi Ma Cing Lung's hair fluttered as if exposed to the storm.
Similarly, with the skin of his face that was moved by the strong wind, his pair of eyes until difficulty opened.
Shi Ma Cing Lung had exerted all of his green Dragon power up to the breaking point.
But he still hadn't managed to shake the pressure force Fei Yang exerted.
Fei Yang while smiling calmly, pulled a hint of his palm that stuck with Shi Ma Cing Lung's palm.
Then he poked the middle of Shi Ma Cing Lung's palm, with the fingertips of his palm tightly gritted.
As Shi Ma's palm Cing Lung trembled violently, it was like he had been struck by high voltage electricity.
Fei Yang again pushed his palms back against the pair of Shi Ma Cing Lung palms.
A pair of Shi Ma Cing Lung eyes glared big, his body bouncing backwards, from his mouth spurting fresh blood.
His body bounced off the ground, forming a deep trench.
When his movement stopped, both of Fei Yang's fingertips were already on his forehead.
Just the slightest bit of Fei Yang stifling his energy the head was bound to break apart.
"Direct your men, to help the weak, to beat the oppressors.."
"Change your way of life.repent to put the killer cleaver back on the path of truth.."
"Happiness is with you,.."
"See you later,.."
fei Yang said as he pulled back his hand from Shi Ma Cing Lung's forehead.
Before Shi Ma Cing Lung had a chance to say,. Fei Yang had already disappeared from before him.
Shi Ma Cing Lung only had a chance to see the shadow of Fei Yang's back step casually, but it disappeared very quickly.
Shi Ma Cing Lung was pensive as he regulated his breathing.
"His power is difficult to measure, it seems that the 8th order is too underestimating."
"In the future I have to be more careful, if I want to challenge the level above me."
"I have to start from Zhang Cui San first.."
inner Shi Ma Cing Lung without heeding Fei Yang's warning.
Just as Shi Ma Cing Lung was about to stand up, a black sword shot out at high speed piercing his back.
In shock Shi MA Cing Lung stomped her green dragon scales protective suit.
Emerging a shadow of a green Dragon was encircling its body protecting Shi Ma Cing Lung.
But the black sword was controlled by a figure wearing a demonic mask.
Adding to his strength by shouting out loud,
"Arggghhhh,.."
A sword slid down his back, touching the skin leaving a bloody wound.
Shi Ma Cing Lung while shouting loudly,
"Deehhhhh,..!"
He stamped his protective energy to knock the dark assailant away from him.
While he was throwing his energy back.
From above suddenly appeared another masked figure of his demon, who used his legs to take a hard kick towards the crown of his head Shi Ma Cing Lung.
So swift the kick to cause a whirlwind, like a small tornado surrounded by flashes of electricity.
Shi Ma Cing Lung had not expected such an impromptu attack.
He was forced to use both of his hands to hold the kick.
But when his hand was raised up, the kicker's leg from above turned out to be just a fishing kick.
The change of direction hit his chest from the other direction with a force of several folds.
Pushed from the front and back, his protective energy broke apart.
Before he could do anything, the black sword had already made a twisting motion like a drill, directly piercing through his back, until its tip pierced out from Shi Ma Cing Lung's chest.
"You,...!"
shi Ma Cing Lung said with a mouth covered in blood.
His right claw managed to remove the mask, the person who was stabbing him from behind.
From Shi Ma Cing Lung's reaction it seemed like he recognized the face of the assailant.
But that fellow swiftly used the tread covered in white cloud fog, smashing into Shi Ma Cing Lung's forehead.
Until the back of his head exploded spitting out blood.
After that with a quick movement he snatched back the mask in Shi Ma Cing Lung's hands.
The person quickly put on his mask back, nodding his head to his comrade.
With a kick towards Shi Ma Cing Lung's back.
His sword was also taken back.
While Shi Ma Cing Lung's body fell face down on the ground, it remained motionless with blood inundating its surroundings.
His partner the black sword threw a golden flower-shaped Piaw stuck at the nape of Shi Ma Cing Lung who had died horribly.
After that the two figures floated into the forest disappeared from that place.
Some time passed in a quiet and quiet atmosphere, until from behind the forest appeared a group of horsemen.
They were all wearing green uniforms, led by a man whose face was slightly similar to Shi Ma Cing Lung.
It was just that he looked much younger, he was Shi Ma Cing Hu, the younger brother of Shi Ma Cing Lung, occupying the position of vice-chairman of Ching Lung Pang.
Seeing the position of people lying on the ground in a state of anxiety.
Shi Ma Cing Hu, who felt suspicious looking at the clothes on the back of the person, as well as his stature.
He hurriedly jumped down from the back of his horse, walking towards the lying corpse.
Shi Ma Cing Hu, crouched down performing a pulse examination on the corpse's neck.
He shook his head at his entourage, as a sign that the person was dead.
Shi Ma Cing Hu heartily picked up Piau stuck at the nape of Shi Ma Cing Lung.
Watching him for a moment, he muttered alone
"Hua San Lao - Lao."
With a careful movement of heart Shi Ma Cing Hu turned the body over.
"Sir,...!!"
shi Ma Cing Hu shouted emotionlessly, upon seeing who the corpse lying before him was.