Sang Wu, the third generation master of the Vajra Sect.
Compared with the founder of the sect, Huo Gong Tutuo, whose external skills are exquisite but whose internal strength is impure, Sang Wu is taught by heaven. Anyone who knows the founding of the Vajra Sect knows that Huo Gong Tutuo's skills are all from secret learning, that is to say, the internal skills of Shaolin Temple. He didn't learn anything at all.
He only stole martial arts moves, so Huo Gong Tutuo's internal skills were not good at all, and his meager knowledge was revealed when faced with internal masters.
But Sang Wu was different. This man was given a gift from heaven. Since he was a child, he was born with supernatural powers. From the outside to the inside, he found a new way, which actually allowed him to develop extremely strong internal skills. His martial arts skills were even better than those of his ancestor Huo Gong Tutuo who was not familiar with internal skills. .
But this is an example, and others cannot imitate it at all. Because the Vajra Sect lacks internal skills and mental methods, disciples can only start practicing by practicing external skills horizontally, and the inner strength will be a mess.
At this time, Sang Wu ignored Dongzhang's inquiry and kept to himself, applying the black plaster in his hand all over Hada's limbs and bones.
"Master!"
Seeing Sang Wu, the remaining Vajra disciples seemed to have seen the last life-saving straw. They gathered behind Sang Wu, looking at the miserable Hada, and at the same time peeking at Sang Wu, whose face was as black as ink.
"I said, don't waste your efforts, he won't survive."
Pouting his lips indifferently, Dongzhang did not stop Sang Wu from rescuing people.
This is the truth. Hada's internal organs have long been ruptured. Even gods can't save such internal injuries. Now he is just relying on his strong body to hold his breath. Death is only a matter of time.
In fact, Sang Wu had already discovered it when he got started, and he was just making a final struggle.
"Master, don't waste your precious black jade intermittent ointment on me. I won't survive."
Hada coughed while vomiting blood.
Looking at the painful look of his brother, a hint of sadness appeared on Sang Wu's resolute face. Hearing this, he stopped applying the medicine and took a deep look at the hada in his arms. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Oh, don't be sad. Since you have embarked on this path, this day will come sooner or later. It's just a matter of one day earlier and one day later. Ahem, sect master, help me take revenge."
Since the Vajra Sect chose to board Meng Ting's ship, it already had this kind of consciousness. The Mongols conquered the world and destroyed many countries. How could the remnants of the subjugated country let go of any of Meng Ting's lackeys?
I just don’t know which force the man in black opposite represents. Looking at Hada in pain, Sang Wu didn’t say much. He put a hand on Hada’s neck, closed his eyes slightly and said softly: “Brother, I will definitely help. Don't worry about your revenge, and go with peace of mind."
When Hada heard this, a smile appeared on his face, but suddenly his neck was broken by Sang Wu and he fell down with his head tilted. Even until his death, Hada still had a smile on his face.
Gently closing Hada's eyes, Sang Wu slowly lowered him to the ground, stood up again, and ran straight to Dong Zhang on the opposite side with overwhelming momentum.
But I saw him tearing off his clothes with one hand, revealing the protective gear full of fine iron. His arms, chest, lower abdomen, and back muscles were all protected by black fine iron, as if embedded in flesh and blood. , it looks like a humanoid monster.
"Boy! I don't care where you come from! What power you belong to! Today, I will make you regret being born in this world!"
It has to be said that Sang Wu's aura is truly terrifying, but he is facing Dongzhang, a contemporary demon king who is known as the "executioner" in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.
"I didn't mean to offend you. If you want to blame me, I blame you for getting on the wrong boat. Anyone who associates with Mongolian people is my enemy."
There is no right or wrong in the world. If you stand on the wrong team, you will be beaten. The hatred between Dongzhang and Kublai Khan has reached an unending state. Dongzhang will remove any force that can become his minions one by one, even if they don't know each other.
But fate is so cruel.
"Hmph! Talking wildly! Let's see if you have the ability!"
Sang Wu's right leg suddenly exerted force, and he stepped out of a deep hole on the spot. His whole body was shot towards Dongzhang like an arrow from the string. The latter walked forward slowly and slowly, waiting for the two of them.
When they were only five feet away, he suddenly shook his sword and swung it forward gently.
The movement of swinging the sword seemed very slow, but in fact, it suddenly exerted force the moment it was thrown out, and the iron sword quickly left an afterimage in mid-air.
Sang Wu, who was speeding towards the scene, saw his child's eyes contracting violently, and quickly stopped, twisted his waist, and moved sideways.
“Buzz!
"
The sword energy visible to the naked eye broke through the air and surged away. The green bricks on the ground blinked like soft tofu and a vertical line appeared. A white line in mid-air separated from the dust and disappeared in an instant.
"puff!
"
The two Vajramen who could not escape were cut in half with a sword, and blood rained all over the ground.
"You!? Bastard!"
Dong Zhang's sword seemed casual, but in fact it was extremely powerful. Sang Wu was shocked and angry, turned around and jumped up to Dong Zhang with all his hands and feet outstretched.
"A thousand-pound drop!
"
Sang Wu took advantage of the terrain to crush the green bricks in front of him, and then used his powerful lower limbs to launch a surprise attack. His body was like a walking old ape, his hands climbed and grabbed the ground, and his legs continuously used whirlwind kicks to sweep towards the foot of Dongzhang.
The latter took a slight step to the side, and Sang Wu followed up with a series of sweeps of his legs. The attack was very intensive. Dong Zhang jumped behind him repeatedly. Seeing that Sang Wu was unable to attack for a long time, he immediately stood up and fisted his chest.
As soon as Dongzhang raised his body and dodged lightly, the latter immediately turned around and punched him on the back. The wind from the backhand punch hit his face, but his strength was much stronger than that of Nahada.
He drew back again to get out of the way of the punch, and Sang Wu immediately followed up with a kick that hit Dong Zhang, who had just drawn back.
"Hehehe, what a handsome man practicing kung fu."
Dongzhang clasped Sang Wu's foot with one hand. As soon as he closed his fingers, he felt that the opponent's foot immediately became extremely hard. His own fingers couldn't penetrate even an inch. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "The magic power of the Vajra Indestructibility?"
At that time, Huo Gong Tutuo had been lurking in the Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years and secretly learned more than ten top-level external skills, including the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill. However, his internal skills were poor and his skills in this skill were not outstanding.
But it was Sang Wu who was given the gift of heaven to carry forward this idea.
"Hmph! You know what you are doing!"
Twisting his waist and exerting his strength to sway away from Dong Zhang's grasp, Sang Wu flew back, then took a big step forward and kicked him twice in the air.
"Do you think the iron sword in my hand is just a decoration?"
The two of them had fought so far. Dong Zhang had fired the first sword, and he had been watching Sang Wu's attack since then. The latter was slightly startled when he heard the words, but at this time the arrow was on the string and he had no choice but to fire, and his legs volleyed hard towards Dong Zhang.
Watching the opponent's beautiful flying kick with great interest, Dongzhang stabbed the sword on the ground with one hand, bent the blade with his arm, and raised his wrist.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The green bricks on the ground were blown away by the iron sword, and they were all drawn towards the flying Sang Wu.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Sang Wu couldn't stop waving his hands and smashing the bricks one by one, but he was still hit a little bit, but it didn't hurt or itch for him, and his skin wasn't even broken, let alone broke his defense.
"Whoa!"
Before Sang Wu could get out and land on the ground, he heard a sword chant in his ears, but he saw Dong Zhang flying away the green bricks and putting his long sword on his back. The same bent iron sword took advantage of the situation and took off to fly towards Sang Wu.
The man was already turning and spinning in mid-air, holding the iron sword backwards and striking out with a whirlwind slash.
"Puff puff!
"
Sparks kept appearing on Sang Wu's body, accompanied by bloody flowers.
"What?!"
Sang Wu was astonished that his body's defense was casually broken by Dongzhang's sword. He had been invulnerable since the time he achieved great mastery of his magical skills. In addition, he was protected by iron weapons, so ordinary weapons could not break through his defense.
This guy's iron sword is rusty and looks like a bargain that could be picked up on the roadside. It has nothing to do with those magical weapons. How can it be so simple?
Sang Wu looked at Dong Zhang in disbelief as he whirled towards him.
"Are you surprised? My sword is worth two taels of silver."