Seeing that even Sang Wu was easily injured by Dongzhang, the Vajra disciples who were still hesitant to escape finally became uneasy. The shrewd ones winked and quietly sneaked to the side of the martial arts field while the two were still there.
Guizhan turned around and ran towards the mountain gate without paying attention.
Clang!
Dongzhang's three swords broke through Sangwu's defender. He suddenly changed direction in mid-air, touched the ground with his sword and jumped towards the sidelines. He was extremely fast and instantly passed several Vajra disciples who were running.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
But seeing that Dong Zhang couldn't reach the ground, whenever his momentum suddenly decreased, he would draw his sword and press it to the ground, bending the blade and leaping out a long distance. He only took five sword strikes before he caught up with the two people who were escaping at the front.
Vajra Disciple.
"Your sect master hasn't left yet. Where are you guys going?"
Dongzhang smiled indifferently, and swooped down past the two of them like a vigorous flying dragon. When he passed by, he turned his back and slashed their throats with a backhand sword.
"Let's go back"
Seeing the two people falling to the ground in pain with their hands on their throats, Dongzhang flicked the bloody sword blade with his fingers, making a clanking sound, and then passed the two people expressionlessly. He entered, and everyone retreated.
He was already frightened by this quiet-looking young man in black.
"thumping!"
Just as everyone started to return to Sang Wu one by one, Dong Zhang, who was walking forward, suddenly stepped on the green bricks on the ground and shattered them. Countless gravels floated into the air, and Dong Zhang smiled silently.
He gently waved his left sleeve forward, and the seemingly motionless gravel around him shot forward in excitement as if he had received some kind of instruction.
“Have a rest, have a rest!
"
"Everyone disperse!
"
Countless broken stones were shot at the only remaining Vajra disciples like arrows piercing through the sky with overwhelming force.
Sang Wu took the lead and waved his fists to intercept the gravel, but there were too many. Dong Zhang's foot directly created a deep pit with a diameter of two meters in the original earthquake.
A group of low-strength Vajra disciples couldn't escape and fell to the ground screaming. Some were directly hit and died immediately, while others were indirectly beaten and maimed. In such a huge martial arts field, no one could still stand and walk.
Except for Sang Wu who was panting slightly.
"Bastard! Bastard! Who are you!? What grudge does our Vajra Sect have against you? You must drive us all away and kill us!?"
Looking at the disciples who were wailing in pain beside him, Sang Wu could no longer maintain the calmness on his face. For the first time, he felt so helpless, like a wounded beast, hissing at Dong Zhang who was walking slowly.
roared angrily.
"Are you angry? Hahaha, I can stop and let them live, but the prerequisite is that you have to come with me."
All the way to Sang Wu, Dongzhang stood with his single sword on the ground, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and looking directly into the opponent's eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Ho ho"
Hearing this, Sang Wu gasped violently, and his chest and abdomen rose and fell like a bellows. Thinking that at this moment, there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart. On one side was the only remaining member of the Vajra Sect, who was the last fire in the door, and on the other side was his own life, which was Sang Wu.
No matter how courageous he usually is, he can't help but fall into silence at this moment.
He would not be naive enough to think that the young man in black with unfathomable strength in front of him simply invited him to have tea. As long as he compromised and followed him at this moment, the outcome would definitely be a lifeless situation, and he didn't want to die yet.
Glancing at the tangled hero across from him, Dongzhang did not rush him, but looked left and right at the huge Vajra Gate with great interest.
After a while, I suddenly heard Sang Wu's heavy voice: "Don't blame me. If you don't do it for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you. You can wish for your own happiness."
Dongzhang looked back in surprise, and saw Sang Wu on the opposite side running towards the outside of the martial arts arena with lightning speed. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Did you hear that, you guys?
The Lord has escaped and left you to fend for yourself.”
After saying that he was on tiptoe, he disappeared in an instant. A disciple who was less injured saw Dongzhang quickly closing the distance between him and Sang Wu with a lightning gesture, and he could be said to have caught up with him in the blink of an eye.
Sang Wu was running away desperately.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's not kind of you to do this. I've killed so many of you. As the leader of the sect, shouldn't you fight to the death with me? You agreed to avenge your brother."
Sang Wu, who was running wildly down the mountain, was startled when he heard this. Dongzhang's voice reached his ears at some point. What kind of movement technique is this? Forget about the sword technique and Tongxuan, even the movement technique is almost there.
How could he attack this field?
Despite Sang Wu's domineering and wild appearance, he is actually timid at heart. Just looking at his fully armed fine iron protective gear, you can tell that he is practicing the indestructible Vajra, which is famous for its strong defense.
He has magical powers, but he is so afraid that he has to put something on his body to defend himself.
This is a sign of lack of confidence. Although his martial arts is stronger than Hada, his psychological quality is far inferior to the latter. He can only fight with a tailwind, but will collapse when he encounters a headwind.
From the series of performances after Dongzhang Sanjian broke through his defense, we can know that this man's mentality had collapsed at that time.
Sang Wu remained unmoved by Dong Zhang's teasing. He gritted his teeth and ran down the mountain. Seeing this, Dong Zhang also darkened his face. He crossed the sudden stop in front of Sang Wu in two steps and followed the tiptoe to complete a change of direction.
, the figure suddenly swung forward again.
Flat-edged sword drawing style.
He raised his sword in mid-air and waited for the opponent to hit him. This sword seemed casual and simple, as if he was waiting for the opponent to be unable to stop his body and hit the blade. Generally, an opponent with two strikes would not be hit, let alone
Sang Wu whose strength is comparable to that of a master like Qiu Qianren?
What Dongzhang did was to deliberately leave the space on his right flank to lure the enemy deeper. If Sang Wu intercepted Dongzhang's sword from the right side, Dongzhang could counterattack with his sword. To put it simply, it was a sword trick, tricking the opponent into making the first move.
Then he immediately cut off his hand and struck first.
Of course, only those who have the ability dare to use such dangerous sword moves easily. If you don't have a certain level of strength, you won't be able to react at all, and you will die stupidly.
Dongzhang happens to be an expert in this field, and his game is to attack people's hearts and make fun of them.
As expected, Sang Wuzhen took the lead in attacking Dong Zhang's deliberately exposed right rib, and stabbed Dong Zhang's right rib with a powerful Vajra finger.
"Oh, you are far worse than the big guy just now."
Dongzhang's right hand holding the sword suddenly changed from an upright grip to an underhand grip, and he slid the sword down with a muffled sound. The iron sword, blessed by internal force, was like a magic weapon and easily cut off Sang Wu's thumb.
The latter grunted in pain, but Dongzhang didn't give him much chance to react. He stepped forward and used seven swords to quickly cut through Sang Wu's protective gear, knocking off his last fig leaf.
Without the blessing of protective gear, Sang Wu was already in disarray at this time. Facing Dong Zhang's full attack, he could not make a decent parry. Soon, Sang Wu's hand tendons and hamstrings were severed by Dong Zhang, and he fell limply.
He fell to the ground, his eyes dull and panicked.
"Do not kill me!"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
He grabbed Sang Wu's hair with one hand and dragged him to the martial arts arena like a dead dog. Dongzhang put his long sword back into the scabbard at his waist and said softly: "Where is the black jade intermittent paste?"