Nangong Chu never dreamed that the middle-aged man who pulled out a slender silver sword from his arms would kill Lu Xiao in one fell swoop. He held Lu Xiao's collar and couldn't help but be stunned!
"Roar!" The middle-aged man standing on the right side of the corridor, holding a three-foot black stick in both hands, took advantage of Nangong Chu's distracted mind, and quickly smashed the two sticks in his hands towards Nangong Chu's waist and head like a dragon out of the sea. Suddenly, there was a fire in the corridor.
A biting wind of sticks
"Hey! The skills of these two people seem to be better than Lu Xiao's." Nangong Chu thought in his heart. The vitality in the middle-aged man's body suddenly surged out of his body like a bomb explosion, forcing the person behind him to
The four disciples of the Ouyang family retreated one after another.
The cultivation level of the two middle-aged men who led the people to intercept Nangong Chu in the corridor of this underground maze was unmistakable in Nangong Chu's eyes. They were both at the middle level of the sixth level of ancient martial arts.
The disciples behind them also have the cultivation of the fourth level of ancient martial arts. No wonder the Ouyang family dares to claim to be the first martial arts family. The cultivation of these young disciples is no worse than the disciples trained by the thousand-year-old Shaolin Wudang sect.
Lu Xiao was stabbed in the heart by the silver sword. He died immediately after the sword hit him. A dead man has no use value anymore. Nangong Chu carried Lu Xiao's body and swept it towards the double sticks that came from behind.
At the same time, the middle-aged man wielding the sword showed his silver sword in his hand, and the silver light was like lightning, like a burst of rain pouring from the sky, heading straight towards Nangong Chu's head.
Nangong Chu used people as weapons and swept backwards. The middle-aged man threw his stick into a rat weapon and quickly retracted his sticks. His eyes were red with anger, as if he wanted to spit out fire.
"What kind of hero can you be if you use a dead person as a shield?" The middle-aged man looked sad and angry, and the veins on his forehead kept beating.
Humph! Nangong Chu sneered, moved his fingers, and smashed Lu Xiao's body towards the middle-aged man wielding the stick. At this time, his left hand had already joined hands with the middle-aged man wielding the silver sword.
An index finger filled with energy, pointed east and west, and swung away the silver sword that was stabbed in front of him. Nangong Chu was one against two, with ease and without any panic at all.
The middle-aged man with the black stick hurriedly stretched out his right hand to hug Lu Xiao's body. The black stick in his left hand danced with a stick shadow to seal the front of him, and jumped out backwards.
"Boss!" The middle-aged man put Lu Xiao on the ground and couldn't help but cried out sadly and shed tears.
Lu Xiao had already died long ago. His face was pale, his eyes had lost their vitality, his hair was disheveled, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, chest, and even all over his body. His death was really miserable.
"Uh ah..." The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes flashing fiercely, and his black hair was dancing wildly: "Give me your life, boss!" The middle-aged man held two sticks and ferociously rushed towards Nangong Chu.
A majestic force surged out of the middle-aged man's body, and the energy in the corridor suddenly surged. The four disciples standing behind him were immediately shaken by this sudden outburst of force.
fly out backwards
At this time, Nangong Chu had already started fighting with the middle-aged man holding a silver sword. The middle-aged man was obviously a master of swordsmanship and also a desperado.
Because his swordsmanship is fast, ruthless, and spicy, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the silver lightning flies into the air. This is nothing. What worries Nangong Chu the most is the aura of this man who is looking forward to death.
I saw the silver sword in the middle-aged man's hand with a narrow blade. It seemed to be thinner than a finger, but it was four feet long. From the beginning to the end, the silver light flowed, as if it was about to fly away at any moment.
Every move, every style, has no defensive sword moves. It is all extremely fierce attack moves. This kind of swordsmanship that leaves no room for anything. There is no return. Attack replaces defense. It seems to have been lost for many times in the ancient martial arts world.
Hundreds of years of "non-returning swordsmanship"
When the sword was not moving, it was already flowing with silver light, which was dazzling. Now that the sword light was spreading, it was like a silver rain pouring down from the nine heavens.
Under the influence of the holy relics, Nangong Chu has broken through the two channels of Ren and Du, opened the bridge between heaven and earth, and his skills have broken into the first stage of Xiantian. The non-return sword technique. Although the offensive is fierce and unparalleled, every time Nangong Chu takes a palm, he hits a
Fist, the unparalleled palm wind and fist force deflected the middle-aged man's sword move.
One force can subdue ten wisdoms. No matter how powerful the middle-aged man's sword moves are, it will be useless if they can't stab Nangong Chu!
The two great masters attacked from the left and right, a silver rainbow-like sword light and two black dragon-like stick shadows surrounded Nangong Chu and attacked crazily, trying to tear Nangong Chu apart.
Three lightning-like figures rolled and rolled, fighting to the death. Vast and dark waves of vitality surged out in all directions. The eight black-clothed disciples of the Ouyang family were forced to retreat again and again by the strong wind and airflow, and stayed away.
Let's go
"Bang!" Nangong Chu punched the black stick of the middle-aged man wielding the stick. The middle-aged man was immediately knocked back several feet. Just as Nangong Chu was about to pursue the victory, the middle-aged man wielding the silver sword struck again.
I prayed to him desperately
After making the middle-aged man stand firm, he suddenly connected the two black sticks like lightning, and twisted them hard. A sharp silver spear head immediately emerged from one end of the black stick.
Just like a six-foot short spear
The shape of this gun is sharpened, the tip is extremely sharp, and the barrel is slender. Even if it is held in the hand without moving, it can still give people a feeling of flexibility and fierceness like a poisonous snake.
I saw the middle-aged man swinging his hand, and the gun flew into the air, bringing with it a fierce blast of gun wind and stabbing Li Suiyun's body, as agile as a snake.
Fighting Nangong Chu with swords and spears, the strong wind brought by the gunfire in the corridor was bone-chilling, and the sword energy emitted by the sword was as cold as ice.
The spears were like dragons and the swords were like the wind. At the critical moment of life and death, the two sixth-level ancient martial arts masters no longer dared to hide their secrets, and actually used all the most powerful tricks in their lives.
Nangong Chu saw that the two men's moves were subtle and their skills were mellow, so he didn't dare to be careless at all. He saw his moves change, he pinched the sword finger in his hand, and stabbed straight out, penetrating the light and shadow in the sky, and piercing the middle-aged man's chest.
This sword is ordinary and has no tricks, but it is more powerful because it is so fast and powerful. It is from the ordinary that you can see the magic, and from the solidity, you can see the power.
The middle-aged man's swordsmanship was unrequited. He didn't take Nangong Chu's chest seriously, and stabbed Nangong Chu's chest straight with the silver sword in his hand, exchanging lives for lives.
Even with Nangong Chu's ability, he had to avoid this sword first. But when he heard the whistling wind of the sword, Nangong Chu had stabbed out ten swords in a row. Only the middle-aged man who had turned into a spear user was forced to retreat.
The middle-aged man wielding the sword danced with the silver sword in his hand until all he could see was silver light flowing in the sky, but he faced Nangong Chu head-on and refused to take a step back.
Masters are not to be feared. What is to be feared are masters who work hard. Regardless of life and death, their skills can often be displayed beyond their level. The middle-aged man who wields the sword is a good example.
The middle-aged man's marksmanship is fast, vicious and accurate. In fact, he has used all the most vicious and sharp moves in his marksmanship. However, no matter how tricky or ruthless his marksmanship is, as soon as he uses the moves, Nangong is immediately beaten.
Chu's sword moves were sealed and unable to exert their due power.
Among the shadows of swords, air and guns in the sky, two figures were rising and falling, circling and dancing in the wide corridor. The other figure was as steady as a rock on Mount Tai, motionless. The two middle-aged men were still strong in swords, air and guns.
, there seems to be no sign of defeat. In fact, they are attacking so fiercely that they can't even attack with a single move. One is strong and the other is weak. There is a huge gap between them.
Suddenly, a long roar was heard, rushing straight into the sky, a sword light and a black shadow flew into the sky, and with two hisses, the sword light and black shadow had already penetrated into the ceiling of the corridor.
Nangong Chu's sword was so blunt that it knocked out the sharp and soft sword and the cruel and spicy spear from the hands of the two middle-aged men. The two middle-aged men felt that their energy and blood were boiling and rebelling, and finally
Falling without support
The eight Ouyang family disciples who were watching the battle couldn't help but look ashen when they saw such a situation.
"It's because you are from the Ouyang family, so I can't help it." Nangong Chu opened his hands, and two purple gold sword energy shot out instantly. The sword energy was about to reach its extreme, and there were two puffs, and blood spattered on both sides.
A blood hole appeared on the chest of each middle-aged man, hitting his heart. He died immediately with the sword. He died without even making a scream.
There are two more ancient martial arts experts missing in the world. If Nangong Chu and the Ouyang family hadn't had a deep hatred, he might have let these two ancient martial arts experts of the sixth level go.
These two middle-aged men were able to fight him with dozens of moves with the sixth level of ancient martial arts. Li Suiyun admired their pure martial arts and sophisticated attacks. However, they worked for the Ouyang family like Lu Xiao.
, he can only act cruelly
After killing the two eighth-level experts, Nangong Chu raised his head and looked coldly at the eight Ouyang family disciples in gray tights in front of him. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand. The eight gray disciples saw Nangong Chu's actions.
, their expressions changed immediately, and they all took a few steps back.