The world is the same as the dust!
This move is quite powerful, and it is one of the ultimate moves in the Moon Attacking Sword Art. Shui Qianshan also used this trick just now, although Yan Chunqiu looked foolish, he also watched it attentively.
After reading it, he scoffed.
"The sword move is not bad, but the person who uses the sword is a little rubbish."
But when used by Chen Guhong, this move is completely different. It seems that there are sword qi in all directions, and there is nowhere to escape, and there is nowhere to escape, so they can only connect hard.
"Ah!" Yan Chunqiu shouted vigorously, his eyes were as red as a lion. He is well-clothed and well-fed, and since he came out of the rivers and lakes, countless souls have died under the gun.
Not many people have been able to survive a hundred moves under his gun. For the first time in his life, he killed so desperately.
I saw him stabbing one shot after another, twenty-three shots were fired in an instant, and one shot broke a sword aura, and in the blink of an eye, the sky-filled sword aura scattered in all directions.
But Yan Chunqiu also paid the price, most of the heroism in his body was consumed, he retreated step by step, even twenty-three steps, each step seemed to have a mountain pressing on his back, making his bones want to break, as if he was about to fall apart .
"You bastard! I want to kill you, and I will kill your whole family, your friends, and everything around you." Yan Chunqiu had never suffered such a big pain, and immediately his blood spurted and he roared angrily.
"Then you won't be allowed to stay!" Chen Guhong's eyes turned cold, and the sword pierced the sky like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
"Strike the moon swordsmanship, the sword travels the dragon!"
As fast as lightning, the light is startling.
"Ah!" Yan Chunqiu roared angrily, struggling to resist. He was also amazing, blocked Chen Guhong's sword again, and still had the strength to fight again.
"Shhhhhh!"
"Wow, boom!"
The light of the sword soared to the sky, and the light of the spear was fierce. The two fought ten moves in an instant. Chen Guhong single-handedly attacked the moon sword technique. It unfolded like a waterfall, stretching endlessly. Although Yan Chunqiu blocked it, he retreated step by step, and retreated ten feet in an instant.
The gorgeous Houfu on his body was torn apart, full of sword marks. Five swords were hit on his body, one sword was heavy, and four swords were light. The wound spurted blood, and he was in a mess.
Everyone who saw it was shocked.
Ten moves, just ten moves. Yan Chunqiu, the three masters who can almost stand shoulder to shoulder with Shuiping, is already in such a mess. It seemed that if he insisted on a few tricks, he would become the soul of this scholar's sword.
"That's the Marquis of Nanzhong!" The spectators almost shouted in their hearts. I can't believe it at all. At the same time, no one dared to laugh at Chen Guhong's arrogance.
As the saying goes, hearing is believing, seeing is believing. A braggart is always bragging. This real person speaks with real ability.
The scholar in front of him does have strong capital, and he is an amazing figure in the world. Laughing at him is like laughing at yourself.
"With such a person, although we have three masters and more than a dozen elites at the scene, are we sure we can win?" asked the powerful figures who had the chance to win. My heart was shaken.
Looking back at the people of the Shui family, a strong hope emerged.
Someone looked at Chen Guhong and thought to himself, "I've seen this scholar before, and he personally led him to Shui Ping's house to meet Quan Feixia, but at the time he thought he was just here to help. I didn't expect him to be so powerful."
Some people thought, "I've seen this scholar before. He once had a small quarrel with a swordsman in the city, but he gave in with a smile. He looked weak and deceptive. Didn't expect him to be so tyrannical?"
Thinking of that person, the gangster who had a small quarrel with Chen Guhong, this person broke into a cold sweat.
It turned out that it was not a sick cat, but a tiger.
"If I value him, wait for him to take out the Kunwu sword, and then talk about it. I'm afraid he would have done it long ago, and the problems have been solved. There is no need for him to look like this."
Quan Feixia looked at the figure with sword aura, and couldn't stop smiling wryly.
Shui Qianshan was speechless. At that time on the river section, he felt that if he killed the scholar, he would be killed instead. The head of the dignified Shui family threatened to kill, but was killed when the boat capsized.
Thinking of that scene, Shui Qianshan shuddered, feeling very grateful.
"Uncle!" Shui Jianhan originally closed his eyes, not daring to see the scene of Chen Guhong's death, but when he heard the howling of the sword, he opened his eyes and watched in a daze.
"A man with such arrogance and such swordsmanship told me stories very kindly, and even went fishing with me to comfort me." Thinking of the days with Chen Guhong, Shui Jianhan felt more and more close to this person in his heart. uncle.
No matter how shocked the people present were, they were not as shocked as Yan Chunqiu. He couldn't hold on anymore, he couldn't imagine that he couldn't hold on anymore.
After he left the rivers and lakes, he had never encountered such a thing. Under great pressure, Yan Chunqiu decided not to lose face, and shouted: "What are you doing here? Look at me."
"Let's go together and kill him." Feng Wushuang wanted to do something for a long time, when he heard this, he immediately shouted, drew out the sword in his hand, unleashed his arrogance, and rushed towards Chen Guhong.
"kill!"
A dozen or so elite experts roared in unison, with all kinds of arrogance pouring out, they attacked Chen Guhong from all directions. As for Chen Duxiu, Qiu Feihua hesitated for a while, but in the end he let go of his pride as a peerless master, and shoulder to shoulder.
They also saw Chen Guhong's sword energy just now, and had to admit, it's not as good.
People from all sides breathed a sigh of relief, and if one can't do it, everyone will go together. This is not a martial arts competition, but this scholar's life.
The people of the Shui family cursed one after another.
"shameless."
"What three masters, I think they are all shit."
No matter how the Shui family scolded him, Chen Guhong was indeed powerful, and all those who took action did not waver, but moved faster and more swiftly.
Chen Guhong also frowned slightly, but he didn't complain. Since they want each other's life, there is nothing to say.
"You bastards, bully the few with the more." Wan Zhenglong, who was the talker, was very unhappy and cursed, then drew his sword out of its sheath, and shouted.
"Scholar, let me help you withstand a few."
After finishing speaking, he jumped and intercepted several masters.
Facing more than a dozen elites, the three masters, even Chen Guhong, felt a lot of pressure, so he wanted to call the little ghosts in the Purple Mansion for help. Now that Wan Zhenglong is gone, he has a chance of winning.
There was a flash of light in Chen Guhong's eyes, and he stared at Yan Chunqiu in front of him.
"Let's kill one first, and then fight against the heroes." With murderous intent in his heart, Chen Guhong's heroic spirit gushed out, and with a single step, the person disappeared.
Yan Chunqiu was taken aback for a moment, and the next moment his hairs stood on end, feeling that a great danger loomed over him. Backed away without thinking, back again and again, but the shadow of the sword followed.
"Pfft!"
A sword pierced through his neck.
"impossible!"
The big gun in Yan Chunqiu's hand fell to the ground, and he covered his neck with both hands, but he couldn't hold back the gushing blood, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground in a moment.
The scene was silent, and the swift and fierce figures of the masters were stuck, stunned, and frozen.
A generation of peerless masters, Nanzhong Hou Yan Chunqiu died unexpectedly. And they still died on the way of their rescue, a chill rose from their hearts, and everyone felt the threat of death.
"Assassination of swordsmanship, listening to the sound of bamboo in the mountains." Amidst the sound of falling needles, someone explained the mystery.