Chapter 660: Facing the proud and powerful man alone
Xiao Lou was injured and fell to the ground, seriously injured.
When Zhihao watched, Xiao Lou was injured by the sword energy of the old man in Xuanyi, or by the blade of the soul-stealing knife. Blood flowed out of Xiao Lou's chest and fell to the ground, like plum blossoms on the snow.
Da Liu's eyes were red, and he shouted and rushed forward.
"Wait a minute!" the old man in Xuanyi shouted, the fighting stopped, and there was another brief moment of calm.
The old man in black clothes looked directly at Zhihao, "Young man, you are very skilled. You have nothing to do here, so why bother to go through this troubled water?"
Zhihao replied coldly, "What concerns my brothers is my business, Zhang Zhihao."
"Very good, I'm very motivated." The old man in Xuanyi nodded slightly, with an indifferent look on his face, "Let's get started, but think about it, there is no one who has escaped from my soul-stealing sword so far."
Zhihao didn't move and looked at the old man in Xuanyi quietly.
Zhihao's brain was spinning rapidly, struggling to find a way to defeat the enemy.
Hidden weapons or guns? Zhihao shook his head secretly. For practitioners who have reached such a level, it seems that these methods have lost their effect.
The offensive weapons used by concealed weapons are more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but their opponents are absolutely strong. Zhihao shook his head secretly.
If you attack suddenly when the opponent is not prepared, you may have a slight chance of winning. Since we are already fighting, how can every move be concealed from those sharp eagle eyes? Even concealed cold release will not have much effect.
, Zhihao thought secretly, after practicing to identify the position by listening to the sound to a certain extent, the sensitivity of his senses was incredible. I believe that before the hidden weapon arrived, it was already shrouded in the dark red light of the sword.
Even without sharp weapons, with the energy of spiritual consciousness that has been adjusted to the extreme, the whole body has been protected like a copper wall and an iron wall. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is indestructible. Xiao Lou was only injured, which illustrates the power of the old man in Xuanyi.
Strong, secondly, it means that among the three people, Xiao Lou is the weakest.
Zhihao suddenly understood that when he was fighting with Da Liu, the reason why Xiao Lou didn't put any concealed weapons beside him could be because of sympathy. Most of them should be this reason. Zhihao suddenly understood clearly during the fierce fight.
When facing the strong, there is only one word: strong!
He is strong, and you are stronger than him, otherwise you have no chance of winning and can only sit back and wait for death.
But now Zhihao is facing a strong person that he has never experienced before. Can Zhihao have confidence? Now, it is no longer the time to have confidence or not, the old man in Xuanyi has already moved.
Still attacking at the weak point, the dark red blade of the old man in black clothes was pointed at Da Liu. Zhihao bullied himself to meet him, and the three of them fought together again.
Xiao Lou fell to the ground, suffering from severe pain that penetrated his heart.
The severe pain made Xiao Lou faint and then wake him up again.
Blood came out of his chest and arms. Xiao Lou pulled off a few pieces of clothing and bandaged them to stop the bleeding.
Xiao Lou tried to stand up for a moment, but then fell softly to the ground. Three people were lying on the ground. Among the six people fighting for life and death in front of the cliff, three of them had fallen to the ground, and more than half of them were injured or dead.
Immediately, Da Liu was injured.
Da Liu's injury was much less serious than Xiao Lou's. It was obvious that his protective ability had declined and he was injured by the sword energy of the old man in Xuan Yi. But Zhihao was secretly shocked. Da Liu covered his chest with his hands and shook his face in pain.
After a moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Internal injuries were far more terrifying than external injuries, and a flash of fear flashed through Zhihao's head.
For external injuries, timely and effective rescue will lead to quick recovery. For internal injuries, if the injury is serious, it will take more than a month to recover. Severe damage to the vitality is a taboo for practitioners.
Zhihao hurriedly moved forward to protect Da Liu. Da Liu swayed and stood firm.
Obviously, Da Liu has lost his fighting power. If he can barely hold on, he will only be injured more seriously. Zhihao's head was dazed for a moment, and he looked coldly at the old man in Xuanyi in front of him. The old man in Xuanyi had lowered his soul-stealing knife.
If you stand by your side, will your opponent stop?
Zhihao shook his head secretly. There was no such possibility. This was not a simple competition. Now he had to face the old man in Xuanyi alone. A strong man he had never seen before stood in front of him like a mountain peak.
The old man in Xuanyi said proudly, "Now I give you the last chance. If you go back with me, you can save your life, otherwise..."
Otherwise..., otherwise, what does it mean? It means that Da Liu and Xiao Lou have different heads.
Da Liu looked resolutely at the old man in Xuanyi with an indifferent expression. He did not nod or shake his head. In fact, it was a decisive signal that there was no such possibility. He would fight to the last moment whether he was alive or dead.
Life means a walking dead, lingering on; death may be a kind of relief.
"I'll ask you again..." Before the old man in Xuanyi could finish speaking, Da Liu burst out with an explosive "No!". Before he finished speaking, another mouthful of blood spurted out, with drops of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth.
"Very good, very good." The old man in Xuanyi nodded proudly, "I'll grant you my blessing!"
Zhihao saw that the old man in black clothes moved his arm slightly, and the soul-stealing knife flashed dark red, and he slowly raised it. This was the signal to take action. Next, there would be another fierce fight, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, or ashes wiped out.
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There is no need to think about anything now, there is no time to think about anything, but Zhihao still thinks calmly, just in the act of making a move.
Obviously, the old man Xuan Yi has no intention of killing himself yet. Perhaps after killing Da Liu and Xiao Lou, it will be his turn to lose his head. In the fight just now, Zhihao has already felt that the old man Xuan Yi only cares about him.
He never tried his best to deal with it. As long as he couldn't get close to him, he just ignored him. The intention of the old man in Xuanyi couldn't be clearer. He defeated them one by one and never dealt with every aspect.
Killers, killers fight in the simplest and smartest way. They never waste a little more energy on irrelevant people, unless they have no choice or are sure to win.
So now, it is the duty of Zhihao to do his best.
It's not that Zhihao didn't try his best just now. The masters were fighting together and it was difficult to perform. The old man in Xuanyi went straight to the big Liu, and the protection was so tight, Zhihao only acted as a helper.
The helper and the main character are clearly defined in the season of master duels, just like when Da Liu and Zhihao fought together, Xiao Lou couldn't help. This was also Zhihao's skill, which barely managed to pull away some of the energy of the old man in Xuanyi.
Otherwise, Da Liu's situation would be even more dangerous.
The side also shows that the old man in Xuanyi is too confident and has not really taken the young man in front of him seriously, although in the old man's view, this young man's skills are indeed extraordinary.
Consciousness, only in a second, or less than a second, went through Zhihao's brain. Zhihao suddenly realized that it was time for him to take action. The real test was right in front of him. He would face an imaginary thing alone.
A strong person who is not that strong.
Zhihao's blood boiled, with a kind of excitement that only warriors have. Zhihao has to face it alone. As for other things, they only flashed through Zhihao's mind. There is no need to think about it now.
other.
Out of morality and the heartache of losing his right-hand man in the future, Zhihao has no way out.
Zhihao shouted loudly, the bells and drums were muffled, and the snowflakes hanging on the cliff began to fall one after another.
"Wait a minute!"
The old man in black clothes slowly raised the blade, then slowly lowered it. A pair of sharp eagle eyes stared at Zhihao.
"Senior, it is said that what happened today has nothing to do with Zhihao, but Zhihao cannot just watch his brother fall in front of Zhihao. In this life, righteousness is the most important word, and righteousness is the first word. Zhihao has no choice but to die.
Fight!" Zhihao looked directly at the old man in Xuanyi, neither arrogant nor humble.
"Very good, very good. I will grant you my permission. Go and accompany my men on the road to hell." The old man in black clothes said proudly.
Zhihao turned around and said, "Da Liu, please step back."
Da Liu looked at Zhihao indifferently, motionless.
Zhihao shouted in a low voice, full of domineering, "Brother Liu, why don't you back down?"
Da Liu swayed and slowly retreated to Xiao Lou, who was lying in Da Liu's arms.
Perhaps, there was still a trace of anxiety before facing it, but now it is time to face it. Zhihao is quite calm, and his thoughts are concentrated secretly, to an unprecedented height. The energy around him is slowly surging, and Zhihao feels
From the deepest part of the body, a kind of vitality suddenly glows, fearless, and the world is unique.
Zhihao threw off his coat and said calmly, "Senior, please!"
Even at the critical moment of life and death, he still behaves modestly and like a gentleman. Is this a defect of kindness or a chronic disease of easy-going? I really don’t know when I will be able to be aloof and unrestrained and become a hero in the world. From psychology to actions
Up, show off, even to the point of being arrogant.
Da Liu shouted, "Zhihao, steel whip."
A black shadow flashed past, and Zhihao stretched out his hand and took the steel whip. Zhihao had exactly this intention. The so-called weapon is one inch longer and one inch stronger. When swung, it not only has a large protective area, but also has enough intimidating power.
Zhihao flicked his wrist, and the internal force penetrated directly to the tip of the whip, and the steel whip turned into a sword. The old man in Xuanyi moved, and the Soul Seizing Saber flashed dark red, and went straight to Zhihao's face. Zhihao swung his whip to attack, and the gold and stone struck him.
