Wei Buxiao's face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with anger, and there were even bloodshot eyes around his eyes. Since he broke his arm, he has no more pursuits. In order to repay his kindness, he became the nurse of the Zhang family and protected Zhang.
Although he looked down upon Zhang Yongling, Mrs. Zhang would definitely be sad and shed tears after Zhang Yongling died, which he did not want to see.
Under this situation, there was only one thought left in his mind, which was to kill the man in black in front of him to make his benefactor angry! No matter who this man in black was!
"If you want to see the whip legs, then I will grant it to you, but I promise you, this will be the last battle in your life!" As soon as Wei Bu's joke fell, his whole body suddenly launched an attack, and with a little force on the soles of his feet, his whole body
He jumped up in the air, threw a pair of empty sleeves behind him, raised one leg high, and slashed towards Zhao Zheng's Tianling Gai. His movements were as fast as a tiger's, turning into a shadow that was unpredictable to the naked eye. The power in his legs,
It even weighs a thousand pounds!
Zhao Zheng secretly thought that it was so fast, and immediately summoned up all his internal strength and blood. His face under the black mask became red and hot, and his whole body slid to the side at a speed that was not inferior to Wei Buxiao. His feet
It seems as if it is not touching the ground, and you can't even see any movement, which vaguely fits Luo Yanbu's light and ethereal meaning.
Both of them have good light skills, but the paths they take are completely different. In comparison, Wei Buxiao tends to be fast and swift, while Zhao Zheng tends to be agile and cheerful. Wei Buxiao's movements are mainly in straight lines, while Zhao Zheng's movements are mainly linear.
Able to make detours freely. There is no difference between the two, they just have different styles.
Wei Buxiao missed his leg and stepped on the ground. The floor tiles spread and shattered around the soles of his feet. The gravel flew away and smoke and dust rose.
With just one move, Zhao Zheng had a rough estimate of Wei Buxiao's strength. He was about the same strength as Wei Buxiao, but he was injured, and Wei Buxiao was in an angry state, so
If Wei Buxiao wants to gain a slight advantage and win, he can only use his favorite tyrant Chang Tu to launch a fierce attack.
After the thought was settled, Zhao Zheng's eyes and the sword in his hand were all sharp. With the momentum of a general sweeping the battlefield, he swung his sword towards Wei Buxiao and slashed it down diagonally. The sword came with three changes, and
The two backhands are powerful without losing their skills.
Wei Buxiao centered on the foot that landed on the ground, spun around on the spot, and with the force of a swing, he threw the other foot out, and used a more fierce whip-leg move to kick in a series.
Due to the change in the rotation of Wei Buxiao's body, Zhao Zheng's sword could no longer cut Wei Buxiao's back. He used a change of moves, rotating his wrist with the sword blade, drawing a half-moon-shaped cold light, and at the same time
Shrinking back, his left hand formed into a palm, pressing against the right hand holding the sword, integrating the power of both arms into one.
Seeing that the blade was about to cut Wei Buxiao's left leg, but at the moment when the blade fell, Wei Buxiao's legs slightly arched, he tapped the blade of the sword with the sole of his foot, and flicked the sword.
He opened it, and then continued to kick forward with the sole of his foot, aiming at Zhao Zheng's heart.
Zhao Zheng's sword move was clever. After the sword in his hand was bounced, he immediately twisted his body, turned around in the direction of the sword being bounced, and then attacked again with the sword.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The two of them fought back and forth for several times but couldn't decide the winner. Although Wei Buxiao used his legs to fight, he was not at a disadvantage at all. He neutralized all the attacks of the Yiming Sword with just his kicking feet.
.Every time the sole of his foot collides with the blade of the sword, a muffled sound will be made.
When the fight reached the tenth move, Wei Buxiao caught Zhao Zheng's flaw and kicked Zhao Zheng in the heart with a heart-piercing kick. Zhao Zheng's Overlord Changtu was interrupted and forced to
Hengjian resisted, and Wei Buxiao's foot kicked the sword of Yiming Sword, making an extremely heavy muffled sound.
A stream of air swayed from the intersection and spread in a circle. All the dust on the ground was blown away, and ripples appeared in the blood flowing from Zhang Yongling's throat.
The two of them were struck by the force and each retreated sharply. Zhao Zheng took three steps back and hit the chair behind him. The chair flew out, hit the wall, and broke into two pieces.
I put in a lot of hard work on my legs, and my lower body was much more stable than Zhao Zheng's. I took a step back and stood firm.
A person's legs are stronger than their hands, and this is also true for warriors. Although Wei Buxiao lost his arms, he was able to practice his kung fu to the extreme as a blessing in disguise. This kick caused severe pain in Zhao Zheng's arms.
The wound on Zhao Zheng's left shoulder was shaken, and the scab immediately burst, and bright red blood gushed out. He frowned slightly, secretly thinking about the next step. Wei Buxiao was extremely difficult to deal with, even with the Tyrant Changshu.
win.
Although Wei Buxiao stood firm, the blood in his body was still surging, and his five internal organs were trembling wildly. He was secretly shocked: "This man is short in stature and has a childish voice. He seems to be a young man, but his skills are much better than many who have practiced hard.
A martial artist who has been in the field for ten years is more solid and has rich combat experience. His moves are steady and unhurried. He is truly a formidable opponent."
The two looked at each other fiercely, Zhao Zheng rubbed his left shoulder, and Wei Buxiao shook his right leg, each of them relieved the pain in their bodies.
"Who are you? Are you the assassin sent by Hongchen Inn?" Wei Buxiao asked coldly.
"I'm not sent from Hongchen Inn." Zhao Zheng lied.
"Then who are you?"
"I am the rescuer invited by the monkey."
Wei Buxiao was stunned for a moment, feeling that this answer was really difficult to understand. He had a calm and mature personality and had no intention of quarreling with children. After asking a question, he stopped asking. Instead, he concentrated on attacking again and used the whip kick.
At this moment, he stretched his right leg to the side and swept it at a wide angle.
Zhao Zheng had been thinking about countermeasures, and when he saw a kick coming, he suddenly had inspiration. Although Wei Buxiao's lower plate was powerful, the upper plate must be very weak and empty because of the lack of arms. It was a big flaw. As the saying goes, attacking the enemy.
In short, attacking Wei Buxiao's upper hand must be right. He made a calculation, cheered up, jumped up into the air, half a foot above the ground, dodged the sweeping leg, and then used a sword move
Coming from the west, the tip of the sword stabbed straight down.
"Despicable!" Wei Buxiao saw through Zhao Zheng's thoughts, angrily yelled, pulled his legs back, fell towards the ground, landed on his back, fell to the ground, and then bounced up with the strength of his back, kicking
He turned towards the air and actually exchanged hands with Zhao Zheng in the air in an extremely difficult posture.
Since Wei Buxiao lost his arm, he has played against many people. Many people bullied him for not having an arm and specialized in his upper hand. Therefore, he has done a lot of thinking and training in response to this weakness, and has developed many remedies for the upper hand.
Among the shortcomings of his moves, this is one of the most powerful kicks.
Two figures passed each other.
Zhao Zheng fell to the ground, half crouching, with his left hand across his chest, making finger gestures, and his right hand behind his back, pointing on the sword.
Wei Buxiao jumped into the air, hooked his toes on the beam, and hung upside down like a big bat.
There were footprints on Zhao Zheng's chest, and bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Wei Buxiao had a gash on his leg and blood was flowing from it.
In the confrontation just now, the two of them had a winner and a loser, and no one got any advantage.
The movement inside the house has alarmed the people outside. There was a lot of noise outside. There must be a large number of people approaching here. This situation is very unfavorable for Zhao Zheng, and the wounds on his body are also showing signs of cracking to varying degrees. Quickly,
A quick fight became his only option.
"Within one move, I will kill you." Zhao Zheng had no room to retreat and decided to use Tyrant Chang Slaughter again, but this time it was different from the last time. He had to show a more decisive momentum and use more
Internal force.
"Same words, return them intact!" Wei Buxiao's aura was as impressive as anyone else's.
The two people made eye contact and moved at the same time. They once again clashed in mid-air by jumping up and down. Due to the large changes in space, many of the moves of the two people were adjusted. The moves have always been dead-on, and in actual combat
It extremely tests the martial artist's adaptability to moves.
The same move, Overlord Chang Tu, is completely different when used on the ground and in the air. The moment he jumped up, Zhao Zheng changed the moves in an instant and calculated several changes that were suitable for use in the air.
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In one move, dozens of actions!
Zhao Zheng's Life Sword turned into a bright cyan light and shadow, and Wei Buxiao's legs turned into a powerful gray shadow. The two of them fought in mid-air, then collided in mid-air, each kicked on the wall, and again
They were fighting in one place. Zhao Zheng happened to step on the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall. The calligraphy and painting were like black and white withered leaves, falling one after another and fluttering one after another.
The fight between the two was still a draw this time, but Zhao Zheng's Overlord Chang Tu had some flaws. When all his moves were exhausted, he lacked back-up moves, revealing a serious flaw. Wei Buxiao's pupils shrank, and he seized the opportunity and kicked him.
Zhao Zheng kicked him down. Zhao Zheng fell down and was in great pain. Wei Buxiao then fell down, stepped on the sword in Zhao Zheng's hand, and then kicked Zhao Zheng in the face.
Zhao Zheng secretly thought that it was not good and wanted to let go and dodge immediately, but a flash of lightning flashed in his mind. Instead of doing so, he pressed the mechanism on the hilt of the sword and drew out the general's thorn. He dodged to avoid the kick and stabbed with the military thorn.
He walked over, penetrated Wei Buxiao's kicked leg diagonally, and quickly pulled it out.
This punctured many blood vessels, including the most important artery. A large amount of air poured into the wound and expanded in the cylindrical wound. Blood quickly emerged from it, like a flood. Although this stabbing
It didn't hit the vital point, but it was just as deadly as if it had hit the vital point!
Wei Buxiao screamed, stood unsteadily, bounced on one leg, and retreated a long distance.
Zhao Zheng was well aware of the power of the military thorn, and knew that Wei Buxiao had no chance of survival, so he immediately stopped entangled, raised the Yiming Sword with a tip of his toe, and stabbed the military thorn in deeply, penetrating into it and uniting the two.
"I said I'll kill you with one move, so I'll kill you with one move. We'll see you in the next life." Zhao Zheng put his sword back into its sheath, flew towards the window, and struck out with a heavy palm, smashing the window into pieces, and the person fell.
Entered under the window sill outside the house.
"Don't leave, little thief!" Wei Buxiao angrily chased after him, but after running two steps, a large amount of blood gushed out from his leg wound. The amount of bleeding was very shocking. He was shocked in his heart. The wound caused by this stab was actually larger than
A sword wound is much more serious.
Although the two fought for several rounds, it didn't take much time. The people in the courtyard just ran over here holding lanterns and torches. Zhao Zheng fell under the light, and before everyone could react, he immediately jumped to the room.
At the top, it was plunged into darkness.
Wei Buxiao reluctantly chased after him and jumped onto the roof. After running a few steps, he felt dizzy and exhausted, and there were signs of death. Seeing Zhao Zheng jumping further and further away, he felt desperate and knew that he could no longer fight.
Killing Zhao Zheng, he shouted loudly: "It is not a pity to die with Zhang Yongling, but my mistress is kind-hearted and has never done anything harmful to nature. Don't hurt her! Otherwise, I won't let you go even if I turn into a ghost!"
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"Ms. Zhang is not the same as you. I won't kill her!" Zhao Zheng is very principled and has no intention of doing anything to Ms. Zhang.
"This is... what you said... don't break your promise..." Wei Buxiao became more and more powerless as he spoke, and finally knelt on one knee on the roof, his sleeves hanging down, and died kneeling like this.
Under the crescent moon, a young man in black jumped out of the hospital, and a warrior came to the end of his life.
In contrast, there is one death, one decline and one prosperity, one day and one place. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.
