The Villain's Counterattack

Bu Jingyun is just Bu Jingyun after all, he is no match for Ah Hei.

Ah Hei was able to retain his memories of his mother and Ah Tie, and even his feelings for Ah Qing, under the torture of Duan Xin, but Ah Tie lost all the opportunities of the past five years and returned to Bu Jingyun.

It was impossible for Duan Lang to say that he was not disappointed. Nie Feng had mixed feelings. He was happy that his senior brother Bu Jingyun had returned, but sad about Xue Yuan's efforts and helplessness. This feeling was almost written on his face.

"Bu Jingyun, you despicable villain, you must avenge yourself today for being held hostage!" Duan Lang made sure that the plot was not broken and Bu Jingyun had indeed forgotten Ah Tie and became the Crying God of Death and jumped out on his own initiative. Not far from him, the Dog King, the Ghost Shadow and ten elite disciples of the Tianxia Association were lurking quietly.

If he intended to hide, not to mention these disciples of the Tianxia Association who were only just entering the Grandmaster stage, even Grandmasters like the Dog King and Ghost Shadow could be easily left behind. However, it was not appropriate for him to be overly high-profile at this moment, or to show superior performance beyond his age and strength.

Bu Jingyun, who had just gotten rid of his identity as A Tie, had no sword on him, so Duan Lang naturally would not be kind enough to prepare one for him. Moreover, the person he wanted to fight was Bu Jingyun who was performing the Paiyun Palm. He held a three-foot wooden sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Bu Jingyun.

A strong fighting spirit was overwhelming him. Although Bu Jingyun knew from Nie Feng that he had lost his memory for five years, when he saw the heroic young man in front of him, if it were not for the fact that his appearance had not changed much and the faint, almost imperceptible scar on his face, he really couldn't accept that this was the child he had kidnapped five years ago.

grown up.

There was no need to speak, the expression and eyes that Bu Jingyun revealed inadvertently were enough to attract countless hatreds. The Dog King and the ghost hidden in the dark shook their heads at the same time, secretly feeling sorry for Duan Lang. Why did you have to provoke this Crying Death God when you could provoke anyone else?

He can't cry, but he can make you angry and cry, and beat you until you cry. Why are you doing this?

Duan Lang laughed in anger, and the three-foot wooden sword came whistling like lightning and went straight for Bu Jingyun's chest. This sword intentionally avoided the heart. It was powerful but without energy, yet extremely sharp and difficult to resist.

Yes, this sword is not forceful but forceful, but powerful without force. Force refers to strength, while force refers to murderous intent.

Bu Jingyun let out a light "Huh" and was surprised to find that he had been locked on by the young man opposite. This seemingly simple straight stab seemed to contain thousands of subsequent changes, making it impossible to avoid it and he could only resist it.

Paiyun Palm's tearing the sky and clearing the clouds, facing a move that is impossible to escape, the best thing is to break it with force. Well, impossible to escape here refers to the situation where the lightness skill is not as good as the opponent. If Nie Feng faces this move, he only needs to move sideways to make Duan Lang unable to catch up, then there will be nothing.

Bu Jingyun's lightness skill was good, but it was not to the point where he could leave Duan Lang helpless. Bu Jingyun could not dodge the sword and could only resist it, so he used a powerful move and confronted him head-on!

Duan Lang's eyes flashed with brilliance. He quickly practiced the trick of this palm strike a few times, moved sideways and squatted, and used all his strength to dodge the fierce and fierce palm strike. He raised the wooden sword and pointed it directly at Bu Jingyun's vital part of the lower body. Everyone, including Nie Feng, was speechless. This move was too dangerous for a man, and it was extremely vulgar.

Bu Jingyun remained calm and pressed down fiercely with a powerful move, forcing Duan Lang to roll over to avoid the frontal attack. He attacked in a roundabout way like a spinning top, and the wooden sword never left Bu Jingyun's lower three paths.

Compared to Bu Jingyun, who was as still as a mountain and with a calm face, and whose palm strikes were earth-shaking, showing the style of a master, Duan Lang was like a clown. He attacked Bu Jingyun's lower body with his feet. His moves were fierce and his posture was not ugly, but it was definitely not cool.

It seemed that Duan Lang was constantly attacking Bu Jingyun, forcing Bu Jingyun to fight back. It was not that Duan Lang was luring Bu Jingyun to attack, and then using all kinds of bizarre and strange moves to break his Paiyun Palm.

Duan Lang relied on the length advantage of his three-foot wooden sword to bully Bu Jingyun with his bare hands, while Bu Jingyun relied on his grandmaster-level cultivation and strong true energy. With one palm strike, not only three feet, but even three meters would be affected, forcing Duan Lang to jump up and down, which was very funny.

Tearing apart the sky and the clouds, overwhelming the mountains and seas, turning the clouds upside down, the sea of ​​clouds and waves, disaster clouds falling from the sky, dark clouds blocking the sun, flowing water and clouds, even the Yunlai Fairyland could not take down Duan Lang, and in the end they had to use the Heavy Clouds and Deep Locks to restrain him and force him to confront head-on.

With a few "bang bang bang" blows, the wooden sword broke, and Duanlang rolled like a ball and flew out for more than ten feet, flipping over five or six times in a row, leaving behind footprints of varying depths before he resolved the attack.

Looking at the half-broken wooden sword in his hand, Duan Lang sighed to the sky, "I spent five years painstakingly studying the lower three sword techniques specifically designed to counter Pai Yun Palm, and yet I was defeated! I lost!"

Everyone was stunned, but they also understood the origin and key points of this sword technique. To deal with someone who used palm strikes, use weapons to attack their lower three paths. This principle is simple, right? But true masters have no obvious loopholes. Grandmasters can use their true energy to attack outside their bodies, let alone grandmasters. Duan Lang was taking things for granted.

However, the fact that he was able to force Bu Jingyun to use the nine-move Paiyun Palm before he was defeated, and that he was defeated without any injury, was enough to show that this kid was not completely unprepared and that the five years were not wasted. It was just that his swordsmanship was more of a third-rate swordsmanship than a lower-level swordsmanship, which was really a bit vulgar.

In the dark, the Dog King and the ghost looked at each other and nodded slightly. This kid is indeed suitable to join their Twelve Evils of Tianchi.

Bu Jingyun's face was cold. He snorted and didn't even look at the wretched boy. He walked forward and when he passed by Duan Lang, his aura became slightly heavier. Duan Lang trembled violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. He turned pale and his legs were weak. He almost fell to the ground.

Nie Feng was shocked and went forward to support him, but Duan Lang pushed him away. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily, "Even if I die, I will die standing. I can't show my weakness in front of Bu Jingyun."

The people around him realized that although Duan Lang seemed to be fine, he had actually fallen into Bu Jingyun's trap. Although his moves were wonderful, his strength was seriously insufficient. The three lower sword techniques could not really restrain the Paiyun Palm. The true energy contained in the clouds had already severely injured him. It was just that this kid refused to admit defeat in the face of his enemy Bu Jingyun and was just holding on.

Bu Jingyun smiled: You are pretending so well. If there wasn't something wrong with this blood, I would have believed it.

Nie Feng was filled with heartache, helplessness and amusement: You are pretending so well. If I hadn't held your hand and noticed that you looked normal, I would have believed it.

The elite members of the Tianxiahui who were hiding in secret: You are pretending so well. If Young Master Bu hadn’t given you a blow at the end, we would have thought that you could really fight Young Master Bu’s Paiyun Palm for ten rounds without a clear winner.

Bu Jingyun: Can you guys count? I only threw nine palms.

Duan Lang: One day, I will steal all your palm techniques. If you were not so stubborn as to show off and refused to move, the other two palm techniques that require coordinated footwork would not have escaped the fate of being stolen by me. However, it may not be so easy to observe and feel it closely and secretly absorb the true energy of Paiyun Palm in the future. It will take at least a few years before I can be selected as the hall master.

Wait, it seems that I now belong to the Library, and go in and out of the Tianyi Pavilion on a daily basis, creating the image of a doctor who is at peace with the world. Isn't it a bit inconsistent with my personality to compete with Bu Jingyun for the position of the hall master?

Alas, it is so difficult to be a human being, and it is even more difficult to be a hypocritical person. Duan Lang shook his head and sighed gently, which aroused Nie Feng's concern.

"You send Bu Jingyun back to Tianxiahui. I'm injured and need to stay here to recuperate for a while. I, Duan Lang, will never go with Bu Jingyun even if I have to run back to Tianshan!"

Nie Feng: Lang, can we not make a fuss? You are being too fake.