The point of the sword pierced fiercely into Xiao En's left shoulder, and then pulled out in a very short moment, bringing out a flower of blood, but the flower was not very beautiful, and Xiao En's old body seemed to have even the blood in his body. The blood is also much less than that of young people.
With a muffled sound, Taoist He thrust his sword across his chest, and fled back!
Sean was sitting on the ground, holding a branch as thick as a forearm in his withered right hand. He didn't know what trick the old man used when he stabbed him with his sword earlier. At an impossible angle, he slashed the branch in He Taoren's shin.
The front end of the branch in his hand had been smashed into pieces, and it was uneven. You can imagine the power of this stick.
He Daoren only felt a sharp pain in his left leg, his already pale face became even whiter now, his right hand was still holding the sword hilt steadily, but his left leg began to tremble after being hit by a tree stick.
He thought it would be easy to kill an old man covered in old wounds and exhausted by relying on his super strength of the ninth rank. Although he knew that the other party was Sean, the terrifying Sean back then, So I made a lot of preparations, but I still didn't expect that the old man's shot would be so elusive, weird and inexplicable!
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Xiao En coughed twice and said, "My leg was broken by that kid surnamed Fan, so I have to hit your leg first, even if it doesn't stop..."
Before the words were finished, Taoist He swung his sword again, and the sword was like a dragon swimming around around Xiao En who was sitting on the ground. At this time, he had already let go of any intention of underestimating the enemy, and only wanted to face a grandmaster. With the mentality of a master, deal with it carefully.
He Daoren's swordsmanship is completely different from the common schools in the world. It is said that he inherited it from a certain barbarian in the north of the mountain. He is as fierce as a dragon swimming, but there are occasional dilute intentions, but it is in line with the natural principles of the Kuhe lineage. , it is said that after Jiancheng, he also asked Yu Kuhe and benefited a lot.
But Sean only had a wooden stick in his hand at this time, and he was inconvenient to move, and he was sitting in a sad city.
Even so, the branch in Xiao En's hand was like a poisonous snake's letter, stretching out around his body, occasionally stabbing horizontally, seeing the sharp edge in a strange place, so Taoist He had no choice but to retreat. But Taoist He's true energy gradually rose, his sword light possessed him, and there was a buzzing sound in the air. After all, the wooden stick in Xiao En's hand was invincible.
Chi chi sounded dozens of times, the swords and sticks intersected, and the branch in Xiao En's hand immediately turned into countless wood flakes floating in the air.
Xiao En reached out to the side, casually picked up a branch, and stabbed obliquely from the right side, smashing He Taoren's chasing soul sword.
He came from the mountain with a bundle of firewood, but one day these wet sticks would be used up.
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I don't know how long it has passed, but the summer heat has gradually risen at the end of the mountain road, and the sun begins to spread its rays viciously. The tattered single clothes on Xiao En's body were full of narrow openings, blood seeping out inside, and there were several deep wounds between his chest and abdomen, and his flesh and blood torn by the sword light could be seen clearly. The old man had lost too much blood, so the wounds were a little white.
Around his body, there was a dense layer of wings and limbs of mosquitoes and flies. These lifeless insects smelled the smell of blood, but they were caught in the true power of the sword for a moment and smashed into pieces.
Five steps ahead of Xiao En, Daoren He stood holding a sword, a trace of blood appeared on his pale face, and the right hand holding the hilt of the sword finally showed signs of trembling. His life was not easy either. The black plain shirt on his body had long been cut into a mess by the wet branches beside Sean. There were wounds all over his body, and what was even more frightening was that the wounds were surrounded by thick and thin trees of fresh branches. stubble.
"Come out, the boy surnamed Fan won't come."
Daoren He swallowed, he didn't expect the old man's desire to survive to be so strong, but seeing that Xiao En was about to die and the expected Nanqi people still didn't make a move, he finally couldn't help calling his companions.
Sean lifted his eyelids feebly, glanced at the enemy who had been hiding by the side, and said, "Ku He calls these juniors here, it's a bit disrespectful to the old man."
The man approached silently, holding a scimitar in each hand, what was particularly frightening was that there were many thin steel thorns cast on the surface of the knife, which looked like wounds on He Taoren's body.
He bowed silently to Xiao En, and said: "Junior Sister Haitang sent Mr. Xiao back to Beijing all the way. Because of His Majesty's strict order, you can't do anything. Mr. escaped from prison today, and this junior has no choice but to take action. I hope you will forgive me."
Xiao En sneered and said, "Ku He's disciples and grandchildren have indeed learned his tricks of bluffing people. On the surface, they are benevolent and righteous, but in the dark they are treacherous and evil. They are just looking for a reason to kill me. Why are they so innocent?"
This person is the head disciple of Ku He, the emperor's martial arts teacher Lang Tao. When he saw Xiao En Yushe's family teacher, it was inconvenient for him to say more. With a twist of his wrists, the two scimitars in his hands turned into two balls of black light, covering the top of Xiao En's head!
Sean suddenly shouted wildly!
The pure internal force that has been practiced for nearly fifty years finally erupted at this moment. I saw him pushing his palms flat, and in the wind of the knife that attacked Langtao at an impossible place, the wind in his palms was so fierce that if his palms were slapped to death , I'm afraid that Langtao's wrist will be shattered immediately.
Langtao was silent, but turned his wrist, and the two sharp-edged scimitars in his hands spun back strangely, and the back of the knife hit the back of Xiao En's hand!
Two chants sounded at the same time, and the back of Sean's hand was immediately stripped of a layer of flesh by the steel thorns on the two scimitars, but at the same time Sean's palms were also handed in.
At this moment, Langtao remained expressionless, let go of the handle of the knife with both hands, and pushed it flat with both palms. After a soft sound, the palms of the two hands, who were half a year apart in age, slammed together. There was nothing fancy about it, it was purely a competition of strength.
As the head disciple of Kuhe, Langtao was at the peak of his spiritual momentum, and Xiao En had been imprisoned for many years, suffering from all kinds of suffering in the world, and he was no longer as brave as before. In comparison, Langtao finally won by one point .
With a sound of swish, Langtao Palm backed Sean, with a flick of his wrist, the saber glowed again, and slashed at Sean's shoulders. It turned out that the two scimitars in his hand were actually tied to his wrist by a thin chain!
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Two beams of knife light splashed towards Xiao En, reflecting the high red sun, making it look extremely terrifying.
The dying Xiao En did not know where he suddenly got the power, rolled his eyes, bent his middle finger slightly, and raised his head to the sky, resisting the lower edge of Lang Tao's hands holding the supreme power!
At this moment, countless strong winds rang out, and a person, like a gray dragon, soared into the sky from the grass diagonally behind, and directly killed the two sides in the battle!
Daoren He has been standing with his sword in his hand, waiting for this moment, the moment Fan Xian comes out!
Holding the sword in both hands, he slashed down straight from head to toe with a shocking sword that had been accumulated for a long time, without any extra tricks!
There was a hissing sound, and the air seemed to be cut open by this sword, let alone the person who rushed over at high speed.
But He Daoren didn't know that the person he wanted to kill was one of the most powerful characters in the world in evading movements. He saw that figure twisting in the air very strangely, and without any leverage, it flickered like a shadow, He actually avoided the past!
It's still the same old saying, the more Wuzhu beats up, the less likely it is for Fan Xian to be beaten up.
With one sword slashing through the air, Daoren He felt a pain in his chest, and the countless sounds of piercing through the air also came in front of him. He withdrew his sword forcefully and returned, slashing three swords horizontally, knocking down most of the hidden weapons, and waiting for the hidden weapons to fall On the ground, only to find some gravel.
He forcibly retracted the sword and returned, his blood trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood could not help gushing up his throat. He swallowed it forcefully, and when his figure was slightly stagnant, three black lights shot down from the top of his head!
At this time, the distance between the two was too close, He Daoren flipped his wrist, and the tip of his sword hit three black glows with great precision, but the strength of the last sword was too weak, and he paused for a while. Although the crossbow was under force, its direction was not the same Without changing too much, he slanted his thighs and plunged into the grass!
so close! Only then did He Daoren realize that Fan Xian was so difficult to deal with, and he turned around in shock.
Fan Xian forcibly reversed his figure in the air, avoiding the sword that Taoist He had been preparing for a long time, and the price he paid was extremely high. Even though his meridians are much wider than those of ordinary martial arts practitioners, he still couldn't stop his blood rushing backwards, and his true energy rushed into his meridians like being torn apart.
He didn't have the dignity of a warrior, and he was still rushing towards the master with two knives in mid-air, but a mouthful of blood spewed out. He looked miserable, but he dredged his meridians in an instant.
At this moment, Langtao's terrifying double knives had already cut deeply into Xiao En's shoulders!
Fan Xian let out a strange cry. He was in mid-air, and he had already drawn half of the long knife from his back, and slashed at the back of Langtao's head.
Lang Tao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he drew the knife back with a swipe, and the tip of the machete hit Fan Xian's handle half a foot above, which happened to be the most vulnerable part of the knife.
With a bang, half of the long knife in Fan Xian's hand snapped off again, but the remaining pitiful blade still slashed down brutally, ding ding ding ding, and wiped away all the steel thorns on the machete in Langtao's hand. Light.
At this moment, Fan Xian abandoned the knife, lucked out, and punched, two black punches he was best at, turned into two dragons, and hit Langtao's temple, completely ignoring the opponent's point of the knife pointing at his own. belly. He knew that against a master of this level, he must be steady and ruthless in his strikes, not leaving a retreat for himself or the opponent.
Langtao looked back abruptly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she swung her palms together, sealing Fan Xian's fists. The energies intertwined, the domineering zhenqi passed down from Wuming Gongjue and the Tianyi zhenqi passed down from Kuhe finally met face to face at this moment.