Lu Song looked at his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "The sword just now not only hurt my shoulder, but the power of his sword has already broken and cut off all the meridians in my body. Now I can still stand, but I can only hold on for a breath."
"Damn it!" Lu Gui said angrily, "His surname is Wang, right? I will kill all the people in the Wang family!"
"I can't leave today. Then find more people to follow me to the west." Lu Song shouted softly, and the Hongyan Sword in his hand flew out, spinning in the field, and killed several Wang family disciples in an instant.
"Yes! Kill them all!" Lu Gui punched towards Wang Buchen. Wang Buchen hurriedly waved his sword to block it, but the long sword in his hand was actually broken into several pieces by Lu Gui's palm. He was shocked, and Lu Gui's fist had already reached his chest.
"It's not that easy!" Dongfang Xiaoyue rushed over. Now as a child, his palm was only one-third the size of Lu Gui's, but he still stood in front of Lu Gui, and then pushed Lu Gui back with a sudden move.
“You damn scholar!” Lu Gui stomped his feet heavily on the ground. His muscles suddenly swelled up, making his entire body grow larger. Then he threw thirteen punches at Dongfang Xiaoyue in an instant, “Go to hell, die, die!”
"After so many years, you still only know how to use brute force." Dongfang Xiaoyue also waved her palm quickly and blocked thirteen punches. However, when Lu Gui threw the fourteenth punch, Dongfang Xiaoyue's clothes were torn and she retreated ten steps.
"How about this fourteenth palm?" Lu Gui sneered.
"The Tianfeng Fist originally only has thirteen punches." Dongfang Xiaoyue said in a deep voice.
"Yes, I have practiced hard for twenty years in Hantan and have figured out these fourteen punches. Of course, there is also the fifteenth punch, which will send you to the west!" Lu Gui began to gather his energy again. Dongfang Xiaoyue sighed softly. He had already used up his last bit of strength to kill Lu Tianbao and Lu Tianku. If he continued to fight, he would probably turn into a pool of blood.
"Go back!" Jimo Huaxue shouted softly, and the Red Beauty Sword turned around and flew back, stabbing directly into Lu Gui's back.
"Stop!" Lu Song glared, and the Hongyan Sword stopped there.
"No one can save you!" Lu Gui threw his fifteenth punch, and even the Hongyan sword behind him made a clanging sound. At the same time, it broke away from the control of Lu Song and Jimo Huaxue and flew into the sky. Dongfang Xiaoyue rushed forward and pushed Wang Buchen, who was still standing there, out.
"Good boxing!" Mo Wen suddenly held his sword in front of everyone, with a golden light flashing. There was a "bang" sound, and Mo Wen did not retreat an inch. Lu Gui's fist finally only brought up a cloud of dust.
Lu Song warned: "This person is not simple, be careful of him."
Lu Tianxing, who was standing by, quietly stepped back. Lu Qin asked in a low voice, "Father, what should we do now?"
"Retreat." Lu Tianxing replied.
Although Lu Qin was honest, he was not stupid. He said helplessly: "Having come to this point, do we still have a way out?"
"Retreat is just avoiding, we will have to come back eventually!" Lu Tianxing stepped back.
The man in green stepped forward with his sword: "Want to leave?"
"Xie Xing." Dongfang Xiaoyue reminded, "Let them go. If they leave, we will have fewer people to deal with, which is not a bad thing."
The man in green retreated with the sword in his hand, but as soon as he came to his senses, the sword in his hand suddenly slipped out and fell in front of Lu Song.
Lu Song said slowly: "Now there are two of us and five of you. Although none of us can use our full strength, it is fair."
"Xie Xing, Wang Buchen, follow me and stop this man's sword." Dongfang Xiaoyue stepped forward, leaving the battlefield behind to Mo Wen and Jimo Huaxue, "Jimo City Lord, I ask you to help City Lord Mo."
The Beauty Sword fell from the sky at this time. Jimo Huaxue stood up, took the Beauty Sword, and said calmly: "Okay."
Mo Wen smiled: "Another time the sword and the sword come together."
"I am known as the Sword Immortal by the world, and you are known as the best swordsman in the world. But with such clumsy boxing skills, you have to work together. It will be a joke if you tell others about it." Jimo Huaxue shook her head.
Mo Wen withdrew the golden sword and took a step back: "You are wrong. Don't think his boxing skills are clumsy. He may have practiced boxing for hundreds of years."
"You, kid, seem to know us very well." Lu Gui glanced at the golden knife in Mo Wen's hand, "Your swordsmanship is pretty good. What's your name?"
"Ba Dao, Ba Dao." Mo Wen leaped forward and slashed at Lu Gui with his sword, "My Ba Dao only has thirteen moves, but today's battle may help me realize the fourteenth move."
“It’s a blessing to be able to learn the swordsmanship before dying.” Lu Gui threw out another punch. Each of his punches was extremely simple, opening and closing, without any fancy moves, but extremely fierce and overbearing. As soon as the fist arrived, Mo Wen and Jimo Huaxue felt the power of a mountain collapsing in front of them.
"I'll try to get you ten moves. Within ten moves, you must learn your fourteenth sword!" Jimo Huaxue rushed to the front first and blocked Lu Gui's punch with a sword. After just one punch, Jimo Huaxue's hand holding the sword began to tremble violently and almost slipped out of his hand.
"Nine moves!" Jimo Hua Xue turned from defense to offense, and the sword he swung out used the most dangerous Hua Jing sword technique in Jimo Sword City.
"The girl is extremely beautiful, but her sword skills are deadly, more ferocious than me." Lu Gui was also shocked. Although he knew that the girl in front of him was at the end of her strength, her sword skills were so vicious and cruel that he would be seriously injured if he was not careful.
"Eight moves!" Jimo Huaxue forced himself to swallow the blood in his throat.
Mo Wen quickly closed his eyes and took a long breath.
You can fight side by side with your loved one, and even your loved one will rush to the front and risk his life to protect you.
This was a scene that Mo Wen had never imagined in his life. Of course, if his loved one died in front of him, that was something he absolutely could not allow to happen.
"Then this knife should be called..." Mo Wen murmured in a low voice.
“Four moves!”
“Three moves!”
“Two moves!”
"The last trick! Don't ask, I'll leave it to you!"
Jimo Huaxue shouted angrily, and the sword in her hand finally slipped out of her hand. She stepped back and fell heavily to the ground. At this time, she was already in a state of confusion. As she stepped back, she slowly fell into a coma and fell asleep completely at that moment.
She saw a beam of golden light suddenly flashing out from the darkness! It was brighter and more dazzling than the sunlight!
At this moment, Mo Wen's fourteenth move of the Dominant Sword was finally swung out.
"This knife is called Huaxue." Mo Wen smiled slightly.
The domineering sword chopped towards Lu Gui's head. This sword was still as domineering as the previous thirteen styles, but also extremely gentle.