With his sword on his side, Zhu Biao felt excited as he looked at the people in front of him.
Different from the lecturers outside Beijing, now it is a real battle with real swords and guns. After easily winning a round with one dead and one injured, Zhu Biao is extremely looking forward to the next fight.
He wants to see where his limit is!
The bamboo pole was rolled out to about ten feet, his face turned pale, and his body was shaking slightly. A foot-long blood hole appeared on his right abdomen and chest. The bright red blood soaked into the front and was gradually spreading to the surrounding areas...
By the time he took a breath and regained his composure, Zhu Biao had already had some time to rest. The Longquan sword pointing sideways at the ground blinked coldly, and the bloodless blade was filled with murderous intent!
Bamboo pole gasped for a moment, then gritted his teeth and moved closer. His steps staggered slightly, and the dagger in his hand was shaking a little. The knife he received obviously hurt him badly.
From the front, Wu Ye said with a stern face: "Can you still hold on, Gao Yun?"
Taking a breath, Zhugan replied: "No problem, boss, this little injury is nothing!"
Wu Ye stopped talking and winked at the remaining four men. A new round of fighting was about to begin!
Zhu Biaojing stood as tall as a mountain, with a cold expression on his face. He kept facing Wu Ye head-on. The only real threat to him here was Wu Ye.
He didn't take the opportunity to attack, nor did he take the opportunity to run away. Zhu Biao fell in love with the feeling of 'strike from behind' just now, at least that's what he thought in this battle.
——It feels so good to wait for the enemy to come and die on his own. It's like taking drugs. After experiencing it once, you will never forget it. The opponent's suddenly surprised and horrified face and look are like a devil's fruit. It's so satisfying.
The dark psychology of human beings.
I am the Tathagata God, no matter how much you jump around, you cannot escape from the palm of my hand.
Seek truth from facts! What better way to please yourself than to tease and toy with your opponent? Cats playing with mice are much more interesting than biting them to death.
Suddenly, the man with a narrow face and an icy expression jumped into the air, somersaulted down, and his palms were connected like a line of phantoms, rolling up from top to bottom with sharp and vigorous strength!
The bamboo pole also took action again. The dagger cut through the space and stabbed directly into Zhu Biao's lower abdomen. The man who looked like half an iron tower hit Zhu Biao at the waist with a cooked copper stick in his hand, making a whining sound.
"Haha..." He laughed lightly, and Zhu Biaoren pulled the Longquan sword up to a height of ** feet without making any gestures. The Longquan sword was lifted up so gently, and the strength of the sword was like a swollen river.
** overflowed, the waves rolled over, and a white brilliance was generated above Zhu Biao's head! It was unstoppable——
The attack of the person wielding the palm was fast and fierce, attacking from top to bottom. But at the critical moment, he did not dare to advance into the white light——
He understands that the white light itself is an extremely sharp sword light. Not to mention his own pair of fleshy palms, even if it is blocked by ordinary iron tools, it will be cut off every step!
With a wave of his arms, he bent his waist and shrank his legs. He touched his right foot with his left foot, exhaled in mid-air, made a 180-degree rotation of his whole body, and fell to the left!
His response was not unpleasant, but Zhu Biao's actions were faster.
It was very easy for Zhu Biao to achieve this by concentrating on the top of his head. He expected that the man would not be able to hit the stone with an egg. The real purpose was just waiting for him to change his tactics.
Turning in one direction requires so much effort and requires the use of both hands and feet. Zhu Biao can do this very easily, just shaking his shoulders is enough.
Wu Ye and others below just watched helplessly as Zhu Biao suddenly flew to the left in mid-air. And the speed was so fast. The Longquan sword turned into a long rainbow, and it was like this, with the slightest sound of breaking through the air.
It flew around the waist of the person wielding the palm. Almost as soon as the sharp edge appeared, blood rained down all over the sky.
Wu Ye's second dead man arrived, and his body was completely chopped into two pieces. The lower half fell to Zhu Biao's feet, while the upper half still flew to the side along with the inertia, and his internal organs were poured out everywhere!
Except for Zhu Biao, no one knew when the bamboo pole rose to a height of more than ten feet in the air. When Wu Ye spotted his figure, the bamboo pole had already rushed down from a height of more than ten feet in the air, as fast as a falcon.
It was as fierce as an eagle, its gray clothes were flying, and while the sleeves of the robe were flying, the cold light of the dagger reached Zhu Biao's head in the blink of an eye!
As his figure flashed past, a curved and uneven cold light also appeared faintly under the moonlight and stars.
With the Longquan Sword still without a trace of blood lying in front of him, Zhu Biao used the "Thousand-Blade Mountain of Swords" move to pull out beautiful sword flowers, which looked so crystal-clear under the dim moonlight.
The brilliance is dazzling.
Thousand Blades Sword Mountain, a sword technique that is so bloody, is now showing all kinds of charm. The blossoming sword flowers form a starry sword light, as if the lanterns and glass have risen to the sky, and in an instant they are
It completely enveloped the figure swooping down from the bamboo pole!
The rotation of the blade quickly split the air, and even the air emitted a scream like a scream. No matter how beautifully Zhu Biao used it, he did not change the "Seventy-two Soul-Chasing and Life-Destroying Sword" to the Palace of Hell and the Underworld.
The basis for naming the eighteen levels of hell!
These names not only refer to the sharpness of the swordsmanship, but also one of the reasons why the sword whistles when the sword is drawn out is like a person crying and a ghost crying. Of course, this may also be a system change.
Suddenly, a fierce force hit Zhu Biao from the right side, accompanied by Wu Ye's loud roar, "Gao Yun, hide quickly——"
However, the situation changed in a flash of lightning. Wu Ye's shouting still had lingering aftertaste. The instant sound of gold and iron clashing was followed by Gao Yun's shrill scream.
I saw blood raining all over the sky again, and corpses were separated again...
While Zhu Biao was killing the bamboo pole, he waved his left palm several times, and the force of the explosion pushed his body back to the field lightly.
The copper stick brushed against Zhu Biao's waist. Wu Ye's weapon was a pair of short black staffs. After a few blows, Zhu Biao's left hand became numb, and Wu Ye's own two tiger's mouths also felt a faint pain.
In an instant, there were only four left of the seven!
Wu Ye, a man with an iron tower, a skinny guy with a clever monkey look, and a mature man with a serious expression who can't joke.
The mature man's face was still serious, his expression continued to be stern, his eyes were staring at Zhu Biao, but there was no cruel and spicy color in his pupils, but solemnity, solemnity and ruthlessness.
Zhu Biao saw his right hand move slightly, and pulled something out from the hem of his clothes - a golden stick, about the thickness of an arm, more than two feet long, and it was hard to tell what material it was made of.
"Pestle——", Zhu Biao could vaguely sense this person's origin. But what happened today? First, it was a man wearing gloves, then a short staff, and now there was a vajra pestle. It was simply strange.
A large gathering of weapons.
The strong man like an iron tower slowly turned behind Zhu Biao with a cooked copper stick in his hand, and the guy with a monkey-like face also grabbed his own weapon, which was the most ordinary knife, a single-edged knife.
The single sword slashed straight into Zhu Biao's waist with a harsh sound. The first person to strike was not Wu Ye, not the man from the iron tower, or the vajra pestle, but this man with a monkey face. He gave the impression that he was taking advantage of the opportunity.
The guy's body moved with the knife, and what he showed was a posture of risking his life with a single blow!
The Longquan Sword flew back in an instant, the cold edge condensed, and with a crisp sound of "dang", it knocked away the incoming blade, and slashed downwards, the sword blade struck directly between the man's eyebrows.
Knowing that Zhu Biao's reaction would be quick, Monkey Spirit never thought it would come so quickly. He pulled the knife handle upside down and held it above his head, withstood the sword, then kicked with both feet and spread his arms to the left and right.
With a big swing, he fled away like a frightened swan.
The powerful and heavy Vajra pestle struck Zhu Biao with its heart and soul, making a whining sound as it broke through the air. It was coming with extraordinary force. However, it suddenly sidestepped a few feet in front of Zhu Biao, and a crisp machine sound sounded, and a cold star flashed.
Arrives in a flash.
"Damn, it's empty." Hearing the sound of the reed, Zhu Biao immediately cursed. Unexpectedly, this extraordinary-looking vajra was actually a hidden weapon. A short dart as narrow as a little finger went straight through, with a dart on the tip.
There are two hooks. The outer blade of the hook is extremely sharp, but the inner blade has not been opened. Its purpose is self-evident. The hook end shows a deep dark purple color, and its other function is also obvious at a glance.
"Du -" The poison dart hit Zhu Biao's heart without any bias, but Zhu Biao seemed to stretch out unintentionally. At exactly the same time, the Longquan Sword in his hand suddenly unfolded, a sword like a waterfall.
The light had solidified with a startling shout.
After a short and rapid sound of gold and iron clashing, Zhu Biao was still Zhu Biao, but Wu Ye staggered with all his strength, and the left half of the vajra's body was even more bloody.
Just when Wu Ye staggered, a person under Zhu Biao's feet rushed up again like lightning. The Longquan Sword slashed Huashan Mountain with a simple move, just like the stars and the moon falling, with incredible speed.
Split it down.
A single-edged knife and a cooked copper stick were struck crosswise, and the cold light whistled with the strong wind, shooting towards Zhu Biao's upper, lower, left and right sides.
His eyes suddenly condensed, his body flipped and fluttered rapidly, his original posture remained unchanged, and the blade went away like lightning!
Two black stick shadows emerged from Wu Ye's hand.
The cold light danced, and figures scurried about. When everything calmed down, the fourth life had been taken into Zhu Biao's hands. The price he paid for this was that the shirt on his waist and abdomen was tilted up and split with a foot-long hole.
This wound was given by the man with a monkey-like face! And he paid for it with his own life!
The sacrificial robe is white and the soft armor of gold silk is added, poisonous darts and hidden arrows are coming, and swords and swords are stabbing without any effect. Zhu Biao doesn't care!
A roar like thunder rang out, the big man from the Iron Tower had red eyes, he held a cooked copper stick in both hands and hit Zhu Biao on the head like a mountain!
"Dang..." The lingering sound lasted for a long time. The big man's powerful and heavy blow was forcefully received by Zhu Biao with the Longquan Sword without any reluctance. Zhu Biao stood upright and held it firmly with the thin Longquan Sword.
He hit the cooked copper stick as thick as an egg three inches above his head.
A smile appeared on Zhu Biao's lips. With a physical strength of 80+, he would not be afraid of this big man. There was no mercy in his hands, and the Longquan Sword passed by with lightning.
"Hurry!" A loud roar woke up the big man, and he hurriedly retreated before he could think about it.
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