"Then, the force of the counter-shock shredded all the muscles in his arms, just like two elephants stretching out their trunks and twisting the same towel together."
"Then again, Liu Yida focused on attacking but not on defense. He focused on the sword but not on the body. The more powerful the sword was, the greater the force of the rebound was. His internal organs could not withstand the force and were completely shattered."
At the end of his speech, Chen Yang finally showed regret.
Tang Wanru listened to the scriptures and couldn't believe that in this era of scientific advancement, airplanes flying in the sky, submarines swimming in the sea, and high-speed trains capable of traveling hundreds of kilometers per hour, there are still such mysterious and mysterious things.
However, the fact is before our eyes.
As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, Liu Yidao said "wow" and vomited out a large piece of bright red, mixed with many colorful pieces of meat. He seemed to have even vomited out his internal organs.
Tang Wan had just shown a look of intolerance, and the color returned to Liu Yidao's face, his whole body stopped shaking, and his back straightened, like a knife.
When he spoke for the first time, his voice was hoarse and heroic: "How about my sword?"
Wu sighed and said sincerely:
"Good knife!"
"pity......"
He shook his head: "It's just a little bit close to killing me.
Almost, I can break that barrier."
"What a pity."
The sense of regret was easily infected and passed into the hearts of everyone present.
There is no whitewashing or forgery at all.
I really felt sorry for Liu Yida, because his sword was just a little short of opening up the world and breaking through the barrier with no way out on the top of the mountain.
Maybe it's just a little bit about the size of a grain of rice.
"Hahahaha~~~"
"This old boy knows his stuff!"
"Hahahaha~~~~~"
Liu Yidao laughed loudly, and the laughter spread all over Wudang Mountain.
At some point, the laughter suddenly stopped.
Liu Yidao closed his eyes.
Almost at the same time, Wu let go of his clasped hands, and the steel-making knife fell to the ground, with a click, and broke into several pieces.
Under one knife,
The best master in the world, the contemporary old man in the mountains, no injuries;
Liu Yida, the king of swordsmen in the southwestern region, was destroyed when his sword was destroyed.
The next second, without moving, he turned his head, walked over, and looked over.
Step by step, he was getting closer to the Wudang Golden Palace, closer to Chen Yang, Tang Wan, and Hongyun Lao Tao.
Tang Wan couldn't help but hold Chen Yang's palm with both hands.
This time it is no longer about looking for peace of mind and warmth, but about holding on tightly.
Having never seen it with his own eyes before, Tang Wan felt as if he were watching a martial arts competition involving romantic masters in martial arts novels.
Now that real death suddenly appeared in front of him, Logan realized clearly:
This is deadly!
Chen Yang turned around and smiled brightly and briskly at Tang Wan, as if he was going out to buy groceries.
"Boom~"
The third thunder today tore through the sky with twists and turns and struck the eaves of the Golden Palace.
Tiny electric currents collapsed and scattered around the Golden Palace, almost visible to the naked eye.
It rained all the time.
All over the body, it's as dry as if you just stepped off the ironing machine.
At the same time as the thunder exploded, Wu stepped onto the steps below the Golden Palace and then stopped.
He frowned, with arched eyebrows but no eyebrows. He looked weird and scary, but he also had a holy and sacred atmosphere like a Buddha statue.