The sudden loss of an arm caused such intense pain that even Yue Buqun couldn't help but scream. Yue Buqun looked at his mutilated arm at this time, and then saw the arm lying on the other side of the ground, his eyes flashed.
He fainted and passed away. It is not known whether it was due to excessive blood loss or other reasons. In short, Yue Buqun passed out, but his body was still twitching unconsciously in severe pain.
"Brother!"
"Master!"
"Master Yue!"
In an instant, people screamed in surprise. Ning Zhongze, who had also fallen to the ground and was seriously injured, stood up forcibly and threw himself next to Yue Buqun, regardless of his injuries. A group of Huashan disciples nearby quickly ran over.
He helped Yue Buqun and his wife up.
Zhao Kai pulled out the sharp sword inserted in his chest with an indifferent expression, sealed the acupuncture points, and after a brief treatment, he ignored it. However, those who are careful can notice that Zhao Kai's expression at this time is much worse than that of Zhao Kai.
He was also much paler before, and he had obviously suffered some injuries.
The four masters present gathered to attack, but they ended up like this. Among the four, only Ning Zhongze was the least injured. He would be fine after ten days and half a month of recovery. At this time, Kunlun elder Sun Bubai
He still fell to the ground and continued to vomit blood, but
Knowing the severity of his injuries, Yue Buqun completely lost his right hand. For a warrior, especially a swordsman, the right hand represents an extraordinary meaning. Losing his right hand can almost completely declare Yue Buqun's career as a swordsman.
The end of.
However, the most seriously injured among the four was Shaolin's Master Fang Sheng. Master Fang Sheng would not have ended up like this, but before, in order to blast out his own palm, he took several palms from Zhao Kai.
Palm, this will lead to the current situation. Looking at Master Fang Sheng's appearance at this time, he probably won't be able to survive the night at most, and the oil will be exhausted.
As an enemy, Master Fang Sheng is undoubtedly a respectable opponent. Zhao Kai looked at Master Fang Sheng, whose face was as white as paper. He was silent for a long time and said, "Master, why do you do this?"
Master Fang Sheng smiled and shook his head: "The fate is like this. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Amitabha."
At this time, Zhao Kai turned his head again and looked at Yue Buqun, who had passed out. His eyes became sharp and murderous. It was obvious that Zhao Kai was ready to eradicate the problem.
But just when Zhao Kai was about to take action, a roar suddenly came from outside the door.
"Don't hurt my master!"
The person who came was Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong shouted, pulled out the accessories from his waist, and stabbed Zhao Kai in the chest with a "swish" sword. The sword's power was erratic, but it was also extremely fast. It was really a rare thing.
Swordsmanship.
Linghu Chong's sword was as fast as thunder and as swift as the wind. It cut through the air, streaked a bright silver light in the air, and pierced Zhao Kai's chest like lightning.
Zhao Kai's expression remained unchanged, he stepped lightly on the waves, tapped his toes lightly on the ground, and flew back without staining the dust, just like an immortal walking away in the waves.
Although Linghu Chong's sword technique was fast and swift, he always maintained a distance of about a few feet from Zhao Kai and was never able to stab Zhao Kai. This short distance was the gap between the two people, like a natural chasm.
Standing between the two, victory or defeat is determined.
Zhao Kai's eyes narrowed slightly. The sword technique Linghu Chong was using was obviously not the Huashan sword technique. Judging from its sophistication, if Zhao Kai guessed correctly, it was the Dugu Nine Swordsman, the first sword of Swordsman.
The Dugu Nine Swords came from the hands of the sword demon Dugu Qiufei in the Song Dynasty. There are a total of 3600 variations of nine styles! Broken sword, broken knife, broken spear, broken whip, broken rope, broken palm, broken arrow, broken Qi, plus
The last move is the final move.
The Broken Sword Style is used to break the swordsmanship of all sects and sects in the world. Although the Broken Sword Style is only one style, it incorporates the essence of the swordsmanship of all sects and sects in the world. Although it is said to be "no move", it is the best swordsmanship in the world.
The moves are the foundation, so its variations are no less varied than the final formula.
At the moment, Hu Chong was using this sword-breaking move. It was really incomparable, and even Zhao Kai had to admit it. But it was a pity that although the Dugu Nine Swords were wonderful, they still depended on the user of the same move.
Shaolin Luohan Boxing, what a young acolyte uses, and what a leader of the Bodhidharma Academy uses will naturally be very different.
Now Zhao Kai was confident that even if Feng Qingyang came in person, he would still be able to deal with him and escape intact. Linghu Chong was obviously not enough.
Zhao Kai retracted his right hand and slapped it hard with Yun Jin, and a golden dragon-shaped energy rushed straight towards Linghu Chong's wrist.
Linghu Chong was horrified, and could only be blocked by his horizontal sword. There was a loud bang, and Linghu Chong's whole body trembled violently. He didn't last long before his whole body was lifted up by a strong force, and flew out with a crash, hitting a table above the hall.
On the table, cups and plates were in a mess.
"I thought you wouldn't come. What, what you thought was impossible, now I have done it." Zhao Kai looked at Linghu Chong who was lying not far away and said.
At this moment, Linghu Chong also recognized Zhao Kai as the mysterious man wearing a silver mask. For a moment, his face was gloomy and uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
As he spoke, Zhao Kai walked towards Yue Buqun step by step, his face getting colder and colder. The group of Huashan disciples supporting Yue Buqun and his wife had no courage to resist, so they could only go back step by step without stopping.
He wanted to retreat, but he was about to retreat to the corner with no way out!
Linghu Chong roared loudly: "Don't kill my master."
Zhao Kai finally stopped, and the group of Huashan disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Kai turned around, looked at Linghu Chong who was lying on the ground and said with a smile: "It's not impossible for me to stop. Then tell me what qualifications you have to make me stop."
Linghu Chong gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you let my master go today, I, Linghu Chong, will work for you in the future without any complaints."
"Big Brother!"
"Chong'er!"
"I'll go, don't make it so sensational, okay? I want you to be a bull and a horse. What's the point? Let's do this. If you promise me something, I'll let Yue Buqun go immediately." Zhao Kai said slowly.
Linghu Chong made up his mind that he must save his master today, so he nodded and agreed.
"Okay, I promise you!"
"Come on, brother Linghu, just recite the formula of Dugu Nine Swords to me." Zhao Kai said with a smile.
"No, this alone will never work." Linghu Chong said that He Feng Qingyang had promised him that day, so when he heard Zhao Kai mention the Dugu Nine Swords, he immediately became excited.
"It seems that for you, this swordsmanship, or your own personal honor and disgrace is more important than the lives of your master and mother, so there is nothing I can do about it." Zhao Kai sighed lightly, making a show of speaking.
Go and find out the names of Yue Buqun and his wife.
At this moment, Linghu Chong was having a battle between heaven and man, but in the end, Yue Buqun's kindness in raising him for more than ten years prevailed.
