Chapter 617 [Go to the northeast, kill the devil! 】 Twelve
Chapter 617 [Go to the Northeast and kill the Japanese!] Twelve
Previously, in order to take the overall situation into consideration, Yu Wenhu suppressed his inner anger and did not rush to the stage. Instead, he agreed to Wudang leader Zhang Jingxian's suggestion and waited until Zhang Jingxian's competition was over before entering the stage.
Now, seeing Zhang Jingxian being beheaded, Yu Wenhu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and with violent killing intent, he rushed directly to the ring.
After killing Zhang Jingxian, Chao Yuan Chuangsheng jumped onto the ring again and stood the bloodless ghost at his feet. When he saw Yu Wenhu running towards him with terrifying murderous intent, the disdain in his eyes gradually receded.
Because...he smelled a dangerous aura on Yu Wenhu!
This aura comes from the look of death on Yu Wenhu's face!
While sensing the dangerous aura, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng did not have the slightest fear. On the contrary, he was slightly excited.
Because of his superior strength, he is known as the God of War in Japan. He is invincible in high places and no one is his opponent!
Even...even in the whole world, there are only a few people who can be regarded as his opponents.
But now, the fighting spirit bursting out of Yu Wenhu made him feel that Yu Wenhu could barely become his opponent!
How could this not excite him?
Yu Wenhu, who was speeding toward the ring, caught sight of Zhang Jingxian lying in a pool of blood the moment he approached the ring. His footsteps suddenly stopped and he stopped abruptly.
Seeing this scene, the excitement in Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's eyes became even stronger, while the *** warriors on the opposite side of the ring looked shocked. Obviously... they all saw through Yu Wenhu's actions that Yu Wenhu's strength was unfathomable. With them
If you fight Yu Wenhu with your own strength, there is only one way to die!
Ignoring Chao Yuan Chuangsheng's excited gaze, and even less paying attention to the surprised gazes of the Japanese warriors on the other side of the ring, Yu Wenhu walked straight to Zhang Jingxian's body with a big knife in one hand.
Keng!
With a crisp sound, Yu Wenhu pulled out his ancestral sword, thrust it hard, and drove the sword directly into the ground.
On the ground, the snow-white sword kept buzzing, as if it resonated with its owner's fighting spirit.
Next to the broadsword, Zhang Jingxian was covered in blood, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like he was dead in death. He felt as if he couldn't close his eyes because he couldn't see Chaoyuan Chuangsheng and others being killed.
Yu Wenhu knelt down on one knee and picked up Zhang Jingxian who was covered in blood. He gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice: "Daozhang Zhang, I'm not sure. You take the first step. Later I will use the little devil's head to commemorate you."
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After the words fell, Yu Wenhu did not close Zhang Jingxian's eyes, but carried Zhang Jingxian and walked towards the place where the Chinese warrior was, his steps unusually heavy.
Upon seeing this, Master Kongxin of Shaolin hurriedly came up to greet him, his face full of sorrow: "Amitabha."
"Master Kongxin, you first save the souls for Taoist Zhang." Yu Wenhu's eyes turned red and he said, "But... don't close his eyes."
Master Kong Xin understood what Yu Wenhu meant and didn't say anything. Instead, he nodded and took Taoist Zhang, and began to pray with a solemn expression.
Nalan Yongke on the side saw this and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, Yu Wenhu strode towards the ring, his eyes fixed on Chaoyuan Chuangsheng on the ring.
Time seems to stand still.
Yu Wenhu pulled out the ancestral sword that was lying on the ground, strode to the side of the ring, and then... jumped up and ran directly onto the ring.
"Is the sword in your hand the Ming Hong Dao, the number one sword in China?" Seeing Yu Wenhu carrying the sword onto the ring, Chao Yuan Chuangsheng's eyes stayed on Yu Wenhu's sword, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He had noticed before that the sword in Yu Wenhu's hand looked familiar, but he was not sure. Now when he got closer, he realized that the sword in Yu Wenhu's hand was very similar to the Ming Hong Dao, the number one sword in China.
The big sword in Yu Wenhu's hand is an ancestral sword of the Yu family, which has been passed down for thousands of years. Even Yu Wenhu can't tell which generation of the Yu family made it.
However, he learned from the genealogy that this broadsword was modeled after China's first famous sword, Minghong Dao. It can cut iron like mud, cut hair with a blow, and kill people without getting blood. It is a rare and rare sword!
If not for this, the Yu family would not have passed down this sword for thousands of years!
"You little devil, take your life!!"
Yu Wenhu did not answer Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's words, but roared and swooped towards Chaoyuan Chuangsheng with his sword.
Hiss... hiss... hiss...
The big knife slid across the ground, leaving a clear mark. Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was terrifying.
Upon seeing this, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng completely eliminated the contempt in his heart, became full of fighting spirit, and drew his sword to meet him!
"Whoosh!"
Seeing that Chaoyuan Chuangsheng refused to retreat and counterattacked, Yu Wenhu suddenly raised the sword, held it with both hands, and slashed it hard at Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's head!
Yu Wenhu didn't use any moves with this sword, he just made a simple slash, but the sword was as powerful as a rainbow, filled with sword energy, and so powerful.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
For a moment, the air in front of Yu Wenhu was split by this sharp knife, and the sharp wind of the knife swept towards Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, making Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's clothes whistle.
Chaoyuan Chuangsheng did not expect that the elderly Yu Wenhu could be so ferocious, so he had no choice but to avoid his sharp edge and move sideways.
With this move, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's momentum suddenly dropped by three points!
Knowing this, he did not stop after dodging, but with a lunge, he stabbed forward with his sword, trying to catch Yu Wenhu off guard.
Facing Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's tricky stab, Yu Wenhu did not dodge, but roared.
"drink!"
Following this roar, Yu Wenhu clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and struck out with his backhand!
This time, Yu Wenhu put life and death aside and acted with all his might!
Chaoyuan Chuangsheng originally wanted to take advantage of Yu Wenhu's opportunity to retract his sword, but he did not expect that the elderly Yu Wenhu would react so quickly. In desperation, he had no choice but to give up the sneak attack, sheath his sword, and retreat violently!
Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's retreat directly caused Yu Wenhu's second attack to fail.
However...it also gave Yu Wenhu the upper hand in terms of momentum!
"Give Master Yu your life!"
When Yu Wenhu saw Chaoyuan Chuangsheng retreating violently, his eyes turned red, he roared, and he caught up with his sword.
On the ring, his thin body seemed to be injected with endless power, and his steps were as fast as the wind, chasing Chaoyuan Chuangsheng.
Although the competition arena is not small, it is still too small for experts like Chaoyuan Chuangsheng and Yu Wenhu - they can cross half of the arena in the blink of an eye!
Chaoyuan Chuangsheng retreated and came to the edge of the ring. If he retreated again, he would fall out of the ring just like Zhang Jingxian before.
Falling out of the ring is something Chaoyuan Chuangsheng will never allow to happen!
Because... in his opinion, this is a shame!!
For this reason, he had no choice but to slow down and choose to sidestep.
As soon as he slowed down, he was immediately overtaken by Yu Wenhu.
On the ring, Yu Wenhu, with gray hair and thin body, took advantage of the rare opportunity to wield the ancestral sword and used the "Yu Family Sword Technique" that has been passed down by the Yu family for thousands of years!
The Yu family's sword technique emphasizes large opening and closing, so powerful and extremely powerful.
After Yu Wenhu used the Yu Family Sword Technique, he gave people the feeling of a long sword and a short body. The sword could be seen moving away but no one was walking. With the ups and downs of the footwork, the body movements turned left and right, it changed into chopping, piercing, and teasing.
, chop, wipe, bring, spread, pull, cut and other knife skills.
One knife.
Two knives.
Three swords.
Four knives.
In the ring, Yu Wenhu's sword skills are like the endless flow of water in the Yangtze River, like a swimming dragon or a flying phoenix. They are ever-changing and difficult to guard against.
Faced with Yu Wenhu's extremely aggressive sword skills and desperate fighting style, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng was suppressed one after another. From the beginning, he sometimes counterattacked, but in the end he could only dodge.
Seeing the nearly ninety-year-old old man Yu in the ring, the gray-haired old man seemed to be crazy for the honor of Chinese martial arts and to avenge Zhang Jingxian, risking life and death to fight for Chaoyuan Chuangsheng. All Chinese martial artists are
His fists were clenched and his eyes were red.
There were even a few young warriors with hot eye circles and tears flowing down uncontrollably!
The *** warriors seemed to have turned off the flames, and everyone, including Mu Yi, had dumbfounded expressions on their faces!
It seems... they never dreamed that Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, known as the God of War, would be forced to such a point!
In fact, even Chaoyuan Chuangsheng himself had not thought of it.
However... this does not mean that he is not Yu Wenhu's opponent!
In his opinion, although Yu Wenhu's sword skills were strong and sharp, they also had many loopholes.
In martial arts novels, the older the masters are, the more powerful they are. In fact, once a person gets older, his body begins to deteriorate in all aspects and is not as good as when he was young.
For people who practice martial arts, their true peak period is around forty to forty-five years old.
At this time, due to years of practicing martial arts, martial arts practitioners' physical functions have not deteriorated and are at their peak. Compared with young martial arts practitioners, their experience and state of mind are much higher in all aspects.
Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, who is currently forty-five years old, is at the peak of his life!
so.
He is waiting.
Wait until Yu Wenhu is exhausted!
In his opinion, when Yu Wenhu is exhausted, blood will be splattered on the spot!
In the past, Yu Wenhu would have been able to see Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's intention, but... at this time, he was already jealous.
kill!
kill!
kill!
There is only one word of killing in his heart.
That persistent thought controlled his body, making him forget time, place, life and death.
He only has Chaoyuan Chuangsheng in his eyes.
Every time he swings his sword, he will die towards Yuan Chuangsheng!
Ninety-nine eighty-one.
When Yu Wenhu wielded the eighty-first sword, he used a complete set of Yu family's sword skills.
After swinging eighty-one swords with all his strength, Yu Wenhu was dripping with sweat all over his body, and white air was billowing from his head, as if he had just come out of a sauna.
"Whoosh!"
Just when Yu Wenhu swung the eighty-one sword and chose to close it, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, who was waiting for the opportunity, made a move.
His whole body turned into a black shadow and launched a full blow against Yu Wenhu!
This blow was one that Chaoyuan Chuangsheng had planned for a long time.
This blow also represents the assassin's spirit.
Once the sword is released, it will not be taken back, and it will definitely kill the enemy!
