Sealing Sword Chapter 131: Incidents

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Wuwei came out of the sheath, Xuan Su raised his hand and stabbed out without hesitation. However, the knife was like a hook around the sword stabbing and slid down, but after hearing a sharp noise, Leng Feng had already cut Xuan Su's sword holding finger.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xuan Su flipped his wrist, Wuwei shook the sword flower, and instantly turned three times, and the crescent-like scimitar was thrown out and fell back into the master's hand.

In this fight, the rabbits rose and fell, and the two disciples around Xuan Su felt that there was a flower in front of them, and Xuan Su backhanded them out of the circle. But when he saw his step, it seemed like Feiyan stepped onto the ring, his eyes drenched, and before he could stand, he slashed out with a sword.

The two disciples realized that Shicai had hidden a person in the blind spot under the ring. After Xuan Su found out, the other party raised his hand and threw a weapon, but his body turned and rushed straight to the elevated stand. If Su takes a slower movement, Zhao Qing's head will be defeated by him.

This sword is coming so fiercely, the opponent has nowhere to take advantage of it in mid-air, so naturally it is not easy to take his move. But seeing him lift his foot on the wooden frame a little bit, the tall wooden frame shook a bit, and his body was relieved, his left hand grabbed the bamboo pole and circled around, avoiding Xuan Su's sword, but the right hand holding the sword contrarian. With a turn, the scimitar turned like a crescent, slashing at Xuansu's arm!

When there is no room for hair, Xuan Su withdraws his hand, and when he lifts the flute tube in his left hand, the blade hooks the flute tube. With one stroke on both sides, there was no stalemate. Xuan Su's sword ended but did not accept the move. His elbow crossed a semicircle, and the sword's edge fought back. This time, he stabbed under the flute tube. I am afraid I will be poked into the eye socket.

A sword fell in the air, Xuan Su drew back, slapped his palm on the shelf, and suddenly turned up and landed on a higher place, looking down at the uninvited guest below.

It was a woman in blue. She was not young and dressed a little bit alien. She lifted her eyelids when she looked up. Even if she was in a lower position, she still showed a hint of shame.

Xuan Su asked in a deep voice: "Who is your excellency? I want to take the head of Zhao Qing by trespassing into the ring late at night, which is not in conformity with the convention rules, please think twice!"

The woman's gaze turned around on him, and finally moved up to the unrecognizable person's head, her lips twitched: "The mother is going to collect the body of my son, and what do you care about breaking the rules?"

Xuan Su's pupils shrank--she was Zhao Bingmo!

Zhao Bingmo slashed off before he finished his words, and the bamboo pole Xuan Su focused on was severed. Although he was flexible and moved away in time, he also missed the other side.

There was a sudden chill behind Xuan Su's side, and the blade almost wiped the skin of his neck. Seeing it avoided, Zhao Bingmo turned his wrist and the scimitar also twisted its direction, like a crescent. Xuan Su's neck is inevitable!

The body skills are like ghosts and charms, and the sword skills are even more fascinating. Xuan Su can't avoid it in this electric light and flint. Wuwei inserted between the blade and the neck from the bottom up to block it. He flexed his right elbow and slammed backwards, which happened to hit Zhao Bingmo with a palm. The two internal forces collided, Xuan Su only felt a chill from his elbow. He entered through the bones, did not dare to be careless, Wuwei Sword shook the blade forcefully, and stepped on a wrong step to get out of it.

The space on the wooden frame is limited, and Xuan Su knows that he is inferior to Zhao Bingmo's tricky body, so he simply turned over and fell. Seeing that he had reached out to pick the wooden cage hanging the human head, Xuan Su didn't care that he hadn't settled yet. His legs hung upside down and clamped the wooden stake that built the wooden frame. He held Wuwei with his backhand and inserted it into it, cooperating with internal force.

The next moment, but there was a crack, the sawdust was flying, and the stake was broken by him!

The wooden frame was unbalanced, Zhao Bingmo's figure shook, and his men lost their head, but Xuan Su embedded the sword in his hand to stabilize the upside down body, and the internal force was condensed on the legs, actually breaking the upper half of the wooden frame. Get out of life!

Although there is only one human head hung on this wooden frame, in order to facilitate the martial arts contest to win the championship, a wooden stake with a thick bowl is used as the backbone, and there are several bamboo poles that are built vertically and horizontally. It is heavy, but the weight is not light, not to mention that there is a big living person above it.

Zhao Bingmo actually gritted his teeth at this moment, Fei Shou grabbed the wooden cage, and slammed the overturned bamboo pole heavily on his back. He turned his hand back and slashed the chaotic wood, and was stinged by the cold light in front of him——Xuan Su came again with a sword.

In the past twenty years, there have been few Mizonglings. I don't know how many times the sun and the moon have been changed in the world. The news of the old man has been broken for almost ninety-nine times.

Zhao Bingmo's mouth has a deeper smile and colder eyes.

The sword of Wuwei was about to fall, but Xuan Su suddenly saw a flower—the moon was still unknown in the sky, but suddenly a cold moon flew down in front of him.

The moon shadow, curved like a hook, was cold and cold, and suddenly split into twelve crescent crescents at the approaching moment. The strong wind covered the surface, and the pain of skin cutting.

This is not the shadow of the moon at all, it is the light of a knife. The twelve swords are as bright as the moonlight, but only one knife is hidden in the void.

However, in this instant, who can see through the reality?

One sword is solid, eleven swords are not. This forceful move broke through the offensive and defensive of Wuwei, slashing at Xuan Su without any tricks.

The blade penetrated into the flesh, and the tip was inserted into the right shoulder, almost drawing a **** tendon. Xuan Su's face turned pale, and he was choked with blood in his throat, but his left hand was suddenly raised, his fingers turned into claws almost like a phantom, and he buckled into Zhao Bingmo's arm holding a knife.

Yes, it's the deduction.

Pricking a finger into flesh and blood is like piercing into tofu. It was so easy that there was no obstacle. Zhao Bingmo's face changed drastically. The blade turned and forced to face him. At the same time, he bent his knee and raised it and collided with Xuan Su’s knee. Lost in midair, both fell down and hit the ring.

His back hit the ground, even though Xuan Su shook his strength on the spot, his throat was shocked, his shoulders were numb with a headache, the wound was so deep, and there was not much bleeding.

He didn't feel fortunate, the wound was bitterly cold, and the blood in the entire right arm was condensed. It was the yin and cold internal energy attached to the knife that invaded the meridians, which was extremely difficult.

Xuan Su abruptly swallowed the blood flowing into his throat, nodded on his shoulder, stood up with the sword in his left hand, and looked at Zhao Bingmo coldly.

Young people are the most energetic, always thinking that one day they can stand up to the ground, turning the clouds and raining. For this reason, they regard thousands of hardships as exercises, and they want to develop a strong body that can not be broken by the wind.

Not to mention that he is a disciple of the host Ji Qingyan and the sixth head of the Supreme Palace. In the future, he will bear the ups and downs of hundreds of disciples of a sect. It will be commonplace in the water and fire, let alone resisting an opponent. .

The fight between them seemed slow and fast. It only took less than a cup of tea for a few rounds. The two disciples from the audience were able to rush in, guarding each other in front of Xuan Su, with swords at their waists. Out of the sheath, pointed directly at Zhao Bingmo.

Zhao Bingmo’s right forearm was torn off by Xuan Sushi, and the blue sleeves couldn’t stop the blood from spreading. She endured the pain, and changed the scimitar to her left hand, holding a wood in her right hand. The cage smiled softly: "Little Taoist priest, what a spicy hand."

"Senior's knife, even more cruel." Xuan Su's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he subconsciously lifted the back of his hand to wipe it, and what he felt was a piece of clammy--the half of the mask that covered flesh and skin just now When I came, I was thrown off, I don't know where it fell.

The hand froze suddenly.

Both disciples turned their backs to him, and they didn't know what expression Xuan Su was on at this time, but Zhao Bingmo could see clearly.

It should be a very beautiful face, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, gall nose and smiling lips, just like running water after the melting of spring ice, cold and gentle. However, Tiangong is not beautiful. There are scars on his left cheek from the forehead to the cheekbones. It should be a long-term burn, which has long been ulcerated, leaving a hideous hatred.

Zhao Bingmo stared at that face, looking at Xuan Su a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help but said: "Senior Zhao, you want to get your son back and bury him. It is human nature and beyond words. But at the moment the duty of the poor is in the body, and I can’t let you go until I’m exhausted. I’m offended."

"Little Taoist priest, let's have a discussion, how about?" Zhao Bingmo smiled slightly, "You let me take Qing'er, I will tell you a secret, okay?"

Xuan Su didn't even hesitate, shook his head and said: "No."

"Panty." Zhao Bingmo snorted coldly, and the next moment she slid, approaching suddenly, the scimitar cut Xuansu's throat. The martial arts of the two disciples who stood in front of him were not weak. They crossed their swords and held the scimitar together. At the same time, they clasped their fingers in their palms and rushed out to hit Zhao Bingmo's chest and abdomen.

The two have a tacit understanding. The two swords sometimes go one after the other, one left and the other right in the blink of an eye. They are both rigid and soft, complementing reality and futility. They use the word "sticky" to fight her, but they don't resist. Xuan Su looked on coldly. Although Zhao Bingmo was restrained by one hand at the moment, he was not eager to kill his life, which was strange.

She is...wrong!

Xuan Su was suddenly shocked. There was such a big movement here that the two disciples who stayed outside the courtyard couldn't notice it!

"Quit!"

Before the voice fell, six men in black appeared on the wall, and they were divided into three parties, bent bows and arrows, the next moment the arrows came out!

These six people are all good archers, and the arrows are shot almost at the same time, aiming at the head and chest. Although the swordsmanship of the two disciples was fast, the arrow arrived in front of them in a flash, so fast that people could not even raise their hands.

In the blink of an electric light flint, Xuan Su has already stepped forward quickly, and the outer robe he has taken off is swelled by his internal force, and he flicks the arrow away.

At this moment, Zhao Bingmo didn't take the opportunity to go up. Instead, he flew onto the wall with the wooden cage, reached into his arms, found something, and threw it up in the air!

"Not good!" Xuan Su took a mouthful of breath, caught his eye, kicked a bamboo tube under his feet and threw it at the object, but it was a step slower after all.

The blue fireworks exploded in the night, and there was a squally wind on the ground, and the clouds were surging in panic.

Xuan Su's pupils shrank, and he shouted to the same door beside him: "Go!"

"Want to leave now? It's too late!" Zhao Bingmo opened the wooden cage and carefully held out the head, with sadness and hatred in his eyes, a creepy smile chewing on his mouth, and his voice was sudden. Han, "Send my order, all the hidden piles will work together, I want this Wuxiangsi chicken and dog not to stay!"

As soon as the voice fell, eighteen arrows in a row came for his life. One of the disciples couldn't dodge, and the arrows penetrated through the body, and blood spurted out suddenly.

Xuan Su's eyes were cold, his feet moved in front of the wounded, and he shouted to the remaining one: "Take him..."

I couldn't finish this sentence, the face of the disciple in front of Xuan Su changed drastically, looking at the tip of the sword from his abdomen in disbelief.

"Xuanguan, you--"

The wounded disciple who was guarded was stabbed from behind with a sword. If Xuansu hadn't noticed that something was wrong and avoided it a little, this sword would have been the key to the stabbing.

Xuan Su turned his head to look at his face, and quickly grabbed it with his slightly trembling hands, tearing off a delicately crafted face.

When is it...?

Don't wait for the man to make up another sword. The Wuwei sword has already pierced back into the flesh and blood chest with his backhand. Xuan Su drew his sword, staggering and almost kneeling on the ground. This time he finally couldn't help it, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

"Young Palace Master!" Only then did the remaining disciple woke up, seeing the blood in his half of his body, did not dare to move, so he could only hold his sword in front of Xuan Su, and saw the archers bending their bows and shooting arrows again. .

"...Xuan Yan, go!" Xuan Su gritted his teeth, reached out to tap acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and barely stood up straight.

Without waiting for another word, the Wuwei Sword in Xuan Su's hand has been shot out, pierced like an arrow into the throat of a person on the wall, blood splattering everywhere.

With one hit, Xuan Su didn't hesitate anymore, grabbed the disciple called "Xuan Yan" and flew up to the wall, with a palm of his handle falling on the remaining archer's sky spirit cover, and I saw him immediately Qiqiao bleeds.

Xuan Yan's eyes were hot, and he almost shed tears on the spot, but knew that not leaving was a drag, so he turned over and jumped off the high wall, and saw that the two fellows guarding the door had also become corpses, but he did not dare He stayed, raised his internal force and rushed into the Maolin Xiuzhu on the side. In a blink of an eye, there was no figure.

Xuan Su heard the wind whistling behind his ears, knowing that someone was chasing it, but unfortunately he now has no more power to do anything more. He drew the blood-stained Wuwei sword and rushed up again, like an agile black cat flying over the wall, finally again Forced in front of Zhao Bingmo.

Almost all of the shoulder wounds were frozen stiff, and the blood from the newly wounded abdomen seemed to be involved and condensed. His whole body was cold, and he couldn't help feeling a little trance when he saw Zhao Bingmo.

That is how many years ago I can’t remember, I don’t know where I lay in the cold place...

He was in a trance for only a moment. Without hesitation, Wuwei Sword passed through the scimitar and set it firmly on the side of Zhao Bingmo's neck.

Unfortunately, he no longer has the strength to make progress.

Zhao Bingmo dropped the head, naturally freeing a hand.

The hand also fell on the side of Xuan Su’s neck, and with a bit of inner strength, he pressed it on Baihui acupoint, lightly like putting a touch of cinnabar on beauty makeup, but at this time it was like pulling off the spine. The last tense vein in the middle, Yushan fell in a blink of an eye.

Xuan Su's eyes went dark, he couldn't even react, and his mind was swept by the muddle, and he collapsed.

But instead of falling down the courtyard wall, he was firmly supported by both hands.

Zhao Bingmo returned the scabbard back and rubbed his fingers over the long-term scars on his face. The expression on his face changed rapidly. All kinds of sorrows and joys surged in a moment, and finally returned to Gujing Wubo's indifference.