The one hundred and thirty-ninth chapter is broken
Zhao Zheng stood up, like a flying horse crossing a river, and jumped to the left side of Mo Yunzi. Standing in this position, it was difficult for Mo Yunzi to resist his attack with the sword in his right hand. He tapped the ground with his toes and paused.
Standing still, he raised his hand and struck out with a sword, using the sharp edge to cut into Yunzi's choked throat. His movements were like a flying horse waving its hooves.
Mo Yunzi's expression changed greatly, and he crossed the hilt of the sword to hit the edge of the sword. Only a good swordsman can make good use of every position of the sword, not just the blade.
The hilt of the sword hit something firmly and was shaken three times. However, what hit was not the blade of the Issei Sword, but just a sword energy.
Zhao Zheng struck out extremely quickly. He thrust out his sword and then suddenly retracted it. His feet were unpredictable. He took a step forward, and then struck out with another sword. This time, he was still the same as before. After thrusting out a sword energy,
Regardless of whether it worked or not, he immediately pulled away and left. While changing his body movements, he quickly drew out his sword and took the initiative.
Mo Yunzi was tired of dealing with it and was pushed around by Zhao Zheng. His speed could barely keep up with Zhao Zheng. He drew his sword and guarded the door, blocking the sharp sword energy. In the process of resisting, there would always be a few
The sword energy that spilled or was shattered hurt him, and soon his cuffs and arms were torn off, with scratches appearing.
Zhao Zheng turned faster and faster, using up one move, and then another move, including the moves he had just absorbed from Pegasus Sword Technique, and some of the moves he had created himself in the past. With his diligent practice these days, these
The unrelated moves are integrated into one, and the execution is extremely smooth and smooth, without any sense of stagnation.
The Yi Ming Sword flew up and down, and the sword energy swirled back and forth, forming a circle of golden light, trapping Mo Yunzi in it.
Mo Yunzi failed to make a strong attack several times, but was forced back by Zhao Zheng's fierce and rapid offensive each time. Surrounded by sword energy, he felt that there were dangers from all directions. He scrambled to resist them, looking embarrassed.
It was unbearable. Even if he activated his five senses to the maximum, he could barely parry the attacks around him and could not turn his defense into an attack. This was definitely not the way to go. As time went by, he would always miss.
In this kind of life-and-death fight, if you miss, you will lose your life!
Mo Yunzi broke out in cold sweat all over his nose and temples. He was secretly surprised and said in his heart: "Two days ago, I heard from others that Zhao Zheng performed well and defeated Tie Yinhua easily. At that time, I thought it was Tie Yinhua.
I am not strong enough. Now it seems that it is not that Tie Yinhua is not strong enough, but that Zhao Zheng is too strong. This kid was just a fourth-level heavenly martial artist at the beginning. Why has he made such rapid progress and is now far better than me? If so
If the fight continues, I will definitely be defeated by him, what should I do..."
Zhao Zheng circled around Mo Yunzi, showing off his ability to press the bottom of the box. All he used were offensive moves. He had an absolute advantage now, and there was no need to defend or dodge. He just had to attack blindly.
That’s it.
Offense is the best defense. This saying is not true at all. There are only people who win on offense, not those who win on defense.
Mo Yunzi came up with a countermeasure. This strategy is very simple, that is to drive himself crazy in order to exert stronger strength.
In fact, he only has this one trump card in his body. Whenever he is in danger, he relies on this trump card to make a comeback.
This trump card is very boring, but luckily it works well every time.
Mo Yunzi's eyes changed, becoming more murderous, more crazy and bloodthirsty. He danced the sword in his hand like a flower, resisting the attacks from all around him, and muttered something in his mouth: "In the past, when I was in the Pao Hu clan, I
Draw the Eight Diagrams. To understand the virtues of the gods, to imitate the emotions of all things, to make a number of ninety-nine, to combine the changes of the six lines..."
When he recited the following paragraphs, Mo Yunzi was able to turn himself into another person, another person who had no sense and only knew how to kill.
This is a good trump card, but it is not a mysterious trump card. Zhao Zheng has seen Mo Yunzi's ability before. Now that he has seen it, he will never let Mo Yunzi use it a second time.
When Mo Yunzi is reciting the exercises, he will be distracted to some extent. This will be the time when his reaction is slowest and most vulnerable.
Zhao Zheng would not give Mo Yunzi a chance, nor would he let go of any opportunity. He took action and used the strongest killing move in the Maha Sword Technique, Overlord Chang Tu. The power of the sword technique suddenly increased and became
Opening and closing widely, he swung the sword in a circular motion and slashed towards Mo Yunzi's chest.
Mo Yunzi continued to recite the technique, and suddenly bent his waist backwards, making an iron bridge, and dodged the sword-like Life Sword.
Unexpectedly, the sword that flashed past suddenly underwent a strange change. The sword's edge flipped over, turned sharply, and slashed downwards, heading straight for Mo Yunzi's right arm.
Mo Yunzi was so shocked that he was sweating all over his body. He stomped the ground with his right toe and rolled his whole body to the left.
The Yiming Sword fell and slashed into the air, and then came a fish from the bottom of the sea, from bottom right to top, slashing towards Mo Yunzi, the movements were fast and smooth, and murderous intent was everywhere.
Mo Yunzi rolled over fifteen times in a row, but still couldn't avoid the Life Sword. The cold blade was still chasing him like a tarsal maggot. He could only use a faster method.
To dodge, he slapped the ground with one palm and one kick, and the whole person flew out diagonally.
This time, Mo Yunzi finally shook off the Yiming Sword, but he only shook off the sword, but failed to shake off the golden sword energy on the Yiming Sword!
Zhao Zheng used all his strength and swung hard in the air. The Yiming Sword drew an arc, and a semicircular sword energy flowed out from the edge of the sword. The sword energy flew out of the sword, flew more than ten feet away, and was slashing at
It landed on Mo Yunzi in mid-air.
"Ah!" Mo Yunzi screamed, and his body fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
Zhao Zheng stepped forward, made a sword move to the west, jumped up in the air, and thrust his sword diagonally downwards. A cold light shot out from the tip of the sword, piercing Mo Yunzi's heart.
This sword is a fatal sword, this wound is a fatal wound!
The chanting in Mo Yunzi's mouth stopped abruptly, and his life came to an end, reaching the end. He lay on the ground like mud, vomiting a large mouthful of blood, and the clothes on his chest quickly dyed red.
Zhao Zheng landed, slowly withdrew the Life Sword, then suddenly accelerated and swung the sword behind him. With this force, a little blood on the sword flew out, and the sword became clean again.
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The Yiming Sword killed another person, and there was another story on it.
No wonder the Sword Making Villa would dig a sword tomb to collect those abandoned swords. These swords with stories are indeed worth collecting.
"You still have breath, maybe you can say your last words." Zhao Zheng said condescendingly. Touching Yunzi with his hands did not make him feel happy. Again, killing someone is not something to be happy about.
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Mo Yunzi opened his mouth and vomited blood with bubbles in it, but no sound came out.
Zhao Zheng's expression darkened, guessing that Mo Yunzi might not be able to say anything.
Mo Yunzi opened his mouth again, and this time he finally made a little sound. He said two simple words.
"Thanks."
Zhao Zheng was dumbfounded. He never expected that Mo Yunzi would say these two words before he died. Could it be that his ears heard it wrong?
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Zheng asked.
"Thank you..." Mo Yunzi repeated this sentence again, and it seemed that Zhao Zheng did not hear it wrong.
"Why do you want to thank me?"
"Because you killed me, I want to thank you."
"I don't understand."
"I went crazy while practicing swordsmanship and became a madman. I killed everyone I saw. Guess who I killed the first time I lost my mind."
"Who is it?"
"It's my parents."
Zhao Zheng's eyes trembled, and he suddenly realized that no wonder Mo Yunzi became irritable and violent. He killed people randomly from time to time. It turned out to be because of this.
Mo Yunzi accidentally killed his biological parents because of his obsession. When he regained his senses, he must have been in great pain. This kind of pain is not something that humans can bear. He must have blamed himself and regretted it later. Because he suffered too much pain, he was in a bad mood.
Change, become what it is now.
"You should have committed suicide a long time ago. Sprinkle your blood on your parents' graves to atone for your sins." Zhao Zheng said pitifully.
"Yes, I committed the crime of parricide and should have died a long time ago, but I failed to muster up the courage and have been delaying it until today. I have lived alone these years, with no relatives or friends around me. I have been hoping that I can
Someone killed me. Now I finally died in your hands, and I no longer have to be tortured for the crime of parricide. I hope that I can be reunited with my parents under Jiuquan, and serve them to a happy death as a filial piety.
." Mo Yunzi's voice became weaker and weaker, and when he was dying, he seemed to have become another person, a more sober and gentle person.
"Well, there is always a mountain high. After people learn martial arts, they always want to become stronger. In order to achieve this goal, people become eager for quick success and become unscrupulous. In this world, I don't know how many people are like you.
People who are possessed by demons." Zhao Zheng sighed.
"Yes...many, many people have gone crazy..." Mo Yunzi agreed with Zhao Zheng's statement, and his eyes gradually became distracted and lost focus.
Zhao Zheng raised his sword and bowed, closing Mo Yunzi's eyes with his own hands, so that he could die in peace. He and Mo Yunzi finally made an end. From now on, there was one less lunatic in the world who could attack at any time, and one less person.
A person who buries regret and pain deep in his heart.
The crime of parricide, it turns out that Mo Yunzi lives with this sin every day.
"Sigh." Zhao Zheng sighed again. He thought that after killing Mo Yunzi today, he would feel better, but the result was just the opposite.
Tie Xuanfeng jumped onto the ring, announced that Zhao Zheng had won, advanced to the next round of competition, and became one of the five winners.
There were not many people around who cheered, and no one applauded. The scene was solemn. The people who just shouted that they wanted to watch a life-and-death fight didn't seem to be very satisfied at this time.
Zhao Zheng stood up, faced Tie Xuanfeng and said: "Please help Guizhuang collect his body and find a coffin to contain him. Dead, dead, once dead, no matter what hatred he had against me during his lifetime, after his death
All the hatred has disappeared. I want to bury him well and let him rest in peace."
"Don't worry, our village will take care of these things and will never let the deceased beater die in the wilderness." Tie Xuanfeng promised.
Zhao Zheng nodded and jumped off the ring. He did not go to the east stand, but moved away step by step.
The competition is still going on, but he doesn't want to watch anymore. (To be continued.)
