Eight hundred and seventieth chapters man and sword unite
The saber in Yang Laoliu's right hand slashed with all his strength. Half a foot away, his wrist twisted and a dazzling cold light appeared. Under the enemy's fish-scale whip, the water-splitting thorn in his left hand suddenly flew out!
The lanky man didn't expect that he could even throw his soldiers at him. He screamed in surprise and whirled like lightning. At the same time, the fish scales whipped it back like a snake, and with a "dang" sound, he smashed the water-splitting thorn into the ground.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Laoliu leaped closer like a leopard, and the man's fish-scale whip suddenly sank, but it was already a little late!
With a "bang" sound, Yang Laoliu's shoulder was covered in blood, and a palm-sized piece of meat flew up with the whip, and his saber had already chopped off one of the opponent's paws!
Blood splattered, exposing the stubble of bones.
The lanky man screamed in pain and fell to the ground. Yang Laoliu's saber flashed, and the hand holding his whip separated from his body;
"That's enough!" Gongsun Yu shouted. Yang Laoliu lost a piece of meat. If he didn't stop, the lanky man wouldn't be able to save his other hand. Although he was destined to die!
With a wisp of sweat, Yang Laoliu put away his knife and jumped back, laughing: "Second Master, I got angry at this moment, so I can't stop..."
Gongsun Yu ignored Yang Laoliu's boundary and looked at the lanky man expressionlessly.
Next to him, a Jin Yulou subordinate picked up Yang Laoliu's water-splitting thorn and caught up with him. He tore open his clothes and bandaged his wound. Yang Laoliu gasped and didn't make any sound.
The lanky man was twitching in pain on the ground. Gongsun Yu said, "If you answer honestly, I will give you a good death."
The lanky man's face was withered and pale, and he groaned lowly. The huge pain made him unable to even speak. A heavy cold sweat could not help but flow from his forehead.
"Tell me, your Tianmen Sword Sect has joined forces with you. How many people have come in total, and who are the leaders?"
The man just kept moaning, with his eyes closed tightly, without saying a word. Yang Le couldn't help but get angry. He raised his legs and kicked the man hard, cursing: "Stop pretending to be a fucking bastard, do that again."
Die. Let’s see how I deal with you, my grandson!”
Gongsun Yu's voice became even more serious, "Walking around in the world, there will be victories and defeats. When it's time to die, you still have to think more about yourself——"
"You know the reputation of Jin Yulou. Can you bear the punishment? Don't even think about seeking death. Before you kill yourself, I will definitely bring you back!"
The man on the ground was curled up, with blood gushing from his broken limbs. His body was still twitching, and he was about to die.
Yang Laoliu spat hard, rushed to the man, and said fiercely: "Are you going to tell me or not? Damn it. Do you think grandpa will kill you so easily? If you don't say anything, I will kill you one by one."
Have a taste of Jin Yulou’s criminal law!”
After letting out a sigh of relief, Gongsun Yu's expression turned cold and he glanced at Yang Laoliu.
The lanky man still didn't utter a word, but his moans became louder. It was obvious that he was determined to hold on. He must have known that he wouldn't live long.
Smiling ferociously, Yang Laoliu knelt down and said, "You bastard. If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink it as a penalty. Grandpa brought you the wine as a penalty, but I want to see how you eat it!"
As he spoke, he reached into the treasure bag at his waist and took out a handful of white powder. He grabbed the slender man's broken leg and saw that the wound on the leg was smooth and neat. Even in the night, he could still faintly see the blur.
The flesh and blood, the white leg bones, and the muscles and blood vessels squirming slightly in the flesh. Yang Laoliu didn't even frown, and sprinkled a handful of white powder in his hand onto the opponent's wound!
There was no need to rub it vigorously. Immediately, fine bubbles appeared on the flesh and blood. Then, the flesh and blood began to boil like boiling water. In just the blink of an eye, the skin and flesh melted, and a stream of plasma slipped to the ground.
This kind of pain was unbearable. Yang Laoliu's heart was as hard as iron. The thing he sprinkled was corpse powder!
When this thing is exposed to flesh and blood, it is countless times more powerful than white salt sprinkled on a wound. The taste is simply beyond description in words. No branding iron, no piercing with a thousand knives, and no stabbing with thousands of knives can compare to this thing. It was so unbearable that the lanky man even convulsed!
He twisted desperately and howled like a killing pig. His voice was sharp and terrifying. It spread out in the night and made people feel frightened...
No matter how much he struggled and rolled, Yang Laoliu held on to his broken leg with his right hand like an iron hoop, while saying with the same expression: "Grandson, you screamed? You were still behind when you screamed. After you have passed this period, grandpa will also apply the same treatment to the injured part of your broken hand, and then find a pointed-headed mole cricket to get into your ear hole and let it slowly taste your brain. How does it taste...?
Grandpa guarantees that no one will die in you for three to five days——"
The lanky man was soaked in sweat and his clothes were heavy. He was shaking and panting. His facial features were completely distorted and his eyes were so angry that he couldn't even focus the light in his pupils...
Yang Laoliu suddenly dropped the leg he was holding, took out another handful of white powder, roughly grabbed the man's severed wrist, and mercilessly prepared it to be brewed according to law before doing it again.
The ghost howled with fear, and the lanky man gasped in fear and almost died, wailing: "Spare... spare me... I said...
I said...I said anything..."
"If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink a fine wine!" Putting down the man's broken wrist, Yang Laoliu snorted with disdain and said viciously: "You kid, please be clear. If you want to use any tricks, grandpa will make you even more uncomfortable than you are now. Ten times as much!”
Then he put back the white powder, took out a small amount of black powder and sprinkled it on the broken leg. Soon the 'boiling' of the flesh and blood stopped.
Nodding feebly, the lanky man now had no energy to speak except for breathing heavily and shivering.
After a while.
Gongsun Yu came closer and said calmly: "Tell me your name. What is your status in the Tianmen Sword Sect?"
The lanky man told his name and position intermittently. He was an inner sect elder of the Tianmen Sword Sect.
"How many families did you have in total and how many people came to attack our Jinyu Tower this time?"
The lanky man convulsed, and said dryly and weakly: "Three families, about five hundred people..."
His heart was shocked, Gongsun Yu looked cautious. "Which three families? Who are the masters?"
"Haha..." The lanky man suddenly laughed twice, "Which... which three families?... Your Jinyu Tower... provoked... those people... just... those... those families... "
Gongsun Yu was speechless, Chen Yuxiang, Hong Yuxiang were speechless, everyone was speechless.
It’s not that the man’s words are without reference, on the contrary, the reference has a huge scope. In the past few decades, Jin Yulou has transformed from a small gang to a well-known group in Western Xinjiang. There are many enemies who can talk about it until dawn. "Who? take the lead?"
The man's pale and blue lips moved several times, and he said weakly: "Uncle Chang..."
"What else?"
He twitched a few more times. The lanky man said painfully: "Xuan Yun...zi...Mushan Shuanghu..."
Gongsun Yu's face was solemn, and Chen Yuxiang and Hong Yuxiang's eyes widened. "Where are the others?"
Spasming violently, the lanky man leaned back and said like a silk thread: "I... am going... to die..."
The lanky man was already dead. His mouth was open, but Gongsun Yu couldn't hear a sound.
"Damn it, do Xuan Yunzi and Mu Shan Shuanghu have anything against us?"
"The lone ranger Xuan Yunzi is in Qinzhou. I have never been there..."
"Those two bastards from Mu Shan Shuang Hu, it's a pity that the boss ordered the brothers to be respectful and abide by his mother's rules..."
"It's too much to bully someone. The second master, when we meet the first master again, we will destroy the dog hole of the two tigers in Mu Shan——"
At this time, the lanky man spat out a mouthful of blood. There was still blood foam in his mouth, his eyes bulged horribly, he even twitched, and finally stood up... and stopped moving.
"You haven't asked if the Tianmen Sword Sect has any back-ups? Lao Liu, you are too cruel."
"Go away, you idiot. I won't be ruthless. Will he tell the truth?"
Gongsun Yu ignored the quarrel among his men and frowned tightly.
"The second master. I'm just talking about four grand masters, and the Guigu Sect. Are we..."
Hong Yuxiang said next to Gongsun Yu. Four grand masters, plus the three from Guigu Sect, that’s seven. They can challenge the entire Jinyu Tower!
Gongsun Yu felt terrified at the moment. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't withstand seven master-level masters. Now there was silence. Yang Laoliu and Yang Le all closed their mouths, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.
No one around made a sound.
After a long time, Gongsun Yu turned sideways and said, "Hall Master Hong, let's go forward. Hall Master Chen, take the brothers to be on guard here. If something goes wrong, let's go back -"
"Let's write down this knot first, and report it one by one in the future——"
On the top of the mountain, Zhu Biao was always following closely. Thanks to his superb qinggong, for two hours, the people from Jinyu Tower ran down and did not distance themselves from him.
Gongsun Yu didn't believe that someone could do something under Chen Yuxiang's nose in that moment. Facts have proved that Zhu Biao is the one in charge. His Qinggong is really a bit abnormal for the world. The sneak grass fell into his hands and became even more powerful!
The telescope captured the entire scene at Sandaokou from top to bottom. Zhu Biao was not surprised. After he made the first vote in Wuyou Valley, he set his sights on San Jin San from Jin Yu Lou. What is Xuan Yunzi, what?
Mu Shan Shuanghu and Tianmen Sword Sect, it took him a long time to get them.
The strength shown is set above the average masters in the perfection stage, but not to the innate state. In other words, it is half a step away from the innate level.
It was precisely because of this that the Tianmen Sword Sect was so recalcitrant, that Xuan Yunzi and Mu Shan Shuanghu were so angry, and that the Tianmen Sword Sect only arranged so many people for the 'ambush' at Sandaokou.
This plan is not without flaws. As long as Gongsun Yu captures the Tianmen Sword Sect people, and calmly compares them, he can easily find something wrong. Therefore, Zhu Biao tricked Jin Yulou and took the hearts of Gongsun Yu and others.
The anger was stirred up.
But even so, in the fighting below, there was still one person left alive. Zhu Biao was already lurking in the forest at the foot of the mountain. As long as the lanky man with severed hands and feet was exposed, he would rush out in a flash.
, beheaded the lanky man with his sword.
Fortunately, the lanky man did not show any flaws, and his words further misled the people of Jinyulou and others. Zhu Biao turned back to the top of the mountain again, using a telescope to watch Gongsun Yu leading the two big men in the team.
One of the innate ones, exploring the way forward——
The Tianmen Sword Sect and other large forces are still in a small town more than 20 miles away, and Gongsun Yu and the other person will not be able to come back for a while.
Should he kill Gongsun Yu and Sun Yu in the middle of the robbery and get the Taibaijin Essence directly? Or should he attack the large army in Jinyu Pavilion, restrain the remaining innate grandmaster, and exchange them for the Taibaijin Essence?
Zhu Biao chose the second one. A quarter of an hour after Gongsun Yu left, he drew his sword and rushed down the mountain.
Wearing a handful of short clothes, Su Da pulled out a crystal-sharp, foot-long dagger from his waist. The front end of the dagger was spread like a snake's letter, and the light flickered faintly. His eyes were narrowed, and a murderous aura shot into the crowd like a wave.
Zhu Biao came straight in.
Su Er stood next to his eldest brother, and the two brothers stood at the corners. Su Er forced a smile on the corner of his lips. As soon as his smile appeared, his stubby body was already shooting at the enemy like an arrow from a string!
The cold light of the dagger brought out a trailing light like a shooting star, and flew towards Zhu Biao's chest extremely quickly. However, just when this cold light suddenly lit up, Zhu Biao's Zhanlu Divine Sword had already moved one step faster.
The sword flew out in pieces, the sharp edge split the air, and trembled into arcs of light and silver. And in the dazzling arcs of crystalline light, the sword blade pierced Su Er and the following at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.
Su Da, who followed, pressed heavily on his chest.
It is shorter than a blink of an eye, and it is shorter than breathing. Chen Xiangyu hasn't had time to rush to sword, "Ding Ding Dang ..." The crisp metal sounded sound without.
With the sound, the two brothers Su Dasu and the two stalls of Jinyulou all fell to the ground without moving.
There were no wounds on either of their bodies, but all the spirit snake daggers in their hands were broken!
An extremely cold smile appeared on Chen Xiangyu's deep face. The second master was right, he and his party were under surveillance by the enemy. As soon as he and Hong Yuxiang left, the opponent would most likely attack!
With his right hand, he rubbed the hilt of the sword. The hilt was carved from the finest white jade. Chen Yuxiang's eyes were focused. There was a crisp sound of the reed, and a pool of cold electricity flashed like autumn water. The sword was extremely sharp and gleaming.
Hold it in His hand!
A flash of cold light was like thunder and lightning falling from the sky, measuring the heaven and earth, and fell straight down on Chen Yuxiang. Zhu Biao had no time to waste his efforts. Taking down Su Da, Su Er, and another innate master was enough for Gongsun Yu to make a decision.
Chen Yuxiang did not move, and the sword in his hand suddenly flew over, accurately and sharply knocking away Zhu Biao's sword attack in a deep shining light.
Turning slightly, Chen Yuxiang moved such an insignificant angle, but the sword in his hand was already pouring out like the Milky Way, and the river and sea burst out of the embankment, and the silver sword energy seemed to circle back, so majestic and deep
, so fierce and sweeping!
Zhu Biao's figure swirled and drifted like water and clouds, the Zhanlu Divine Sword made swings and stabs that could not be traced by the human eye, and the "Haotian Divine Sword" was used one after another. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal——
The attacks of both of them are strange and profound. To the naked eye, one can often see only one sword being swung, but in fact, the sword has included ten slashes and thrusts. On the surface, both sides seem to have no hesitation.
It's a move that matches the previous move, but the real meaning is that before this move meets, it has changed countless moves.
The speed of the two men's flashes and the urgency of their attacks, the secrets and changes in them are beyond the innate, and it is impossible for those who are not highly accomplished in swordsmanship to feel and understand...
Soon, during the time when most masters could only use their first move, Zhu Biao and Chen Yuxiang had resisted thirty or forty moves from each other!
Chen Yuxiang's art is very strong, and Zhu Biao feels that he and Lu Liang are on the same level, although their swordsmanship is different.
Chen Xiangyu's swordsmanship has reached a state of perfection, where he can move his fingers like an arm. In addition to being weird and ruthless, there is a deeper key to the word "stability" when he strikes.
Yes, 'stable', not 'phantom'.
Regardless of how fancy his sword is, it is also dazzling when played. The actual strength of his sword is as steady as an unshakable mountain, and as fierce as the turbulent ocean.
Profound, broad and vast!
With his long sword flying, it seems that he can change any move at any time, attack any part at any angle, and all condenses extremely powerful innate true energy. The falcon is extremely sharp and fierce!
Zhu Biao's "Haotian Divine Sword" is written in the word "Haotian", which can encompass all things in the world. It is boundless, vast and profound, and it is the most profound.
No matter whether it is a mountain or an ocean that Chen Xiangyu creates with his sword, he can put his head down and cover it all.
Therefore, after just fifty moves, cold sweat began to break out on Chen Yuxiang's forehead.
He tried his best to defeat the opponent with his sword, and even the power of his own sword was suppressed by the opponent. Every blow seemed to be punched into the void, but he himself could not feel the opponent's power all the time.
Yes, this feeling of disobedience is so awkward.
In the gloomy night, the tail light of the sword light was like stars flowing out, dancing and rotating, gathering and scattering, left and right, up and down. Every movement of the light was so incredible that it was unbelievable.
They appear in a short period of time and reflect each other from completely opposite angles.
The brilliance of the sword body is sometimes like flowers falling from the sky, sometimes like peaches and plums, sometimes like waterfalls splashing, sometimes like roaring waves, roaring wind, rolling clouds, mountains and rivers. It is so strange and mysterious that one almost doubts whether it is a sword.
Law!
So, a hundred moves passed.
Chen Yuxiang, who was completely at a disadvantage, jumped back five feet at the cost of having his left arm sealed.
Chen Yuxiang could feel that the opponent was merciful to him. Among the hundreds of moves, the opponent not only had no chance to hurt him, but let him go.
But he can't just lose! He wants to watch this 'family'——
Waiting for the second boss and Hong Yuxiang to come back——
With a roar as loud as a cry, Chen Yuxiang's slender body rose into the air, like a rocket soaring straight into the air. Then his suspended body became motionless, and the sword in his hand shone with incomparable brilliant silver light, wrapping his body instantly.
Inside, the silver light was as bright as the eye and as thick as a condensed one. Outsiders could not see Chen Yuxiang's figure at all. They could only see a crystal light column as thick as a water tank, whirling rapidly in the mid-air, and finally with a sword that hissed through the air.
Qi, coming from top to bottom, straight down to Zhu Biao!
