After killing this man, dozens of soldiers from the Iron Sword Society around him were all stunned. However, there was also a hint of fear on some people's faces.
Zhuang Wudao's momentum was too frightening. The two most powerful people in the society who were ranked among the top five in the Marrow Training Realm were not even qualified to block the palm of the man in front of them. Then they would be even more unbearable.
"So domineering——"
Behind the human wall, Feng San was stunned and speechless, with a dull face. He was taller, and although he could not clearly see the fight between the two, he knew that Jiang Yuan and his other right-hand man, Zhang Feng, had been slapped by Zhuang Wudao.
Beat to death.
However, he suddenly crashed into the human wall of the Iron Sword Society, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He changed his palms into fists and resumed his previous path. Zhuang Wudao still punched one step at a time, and every punch would definitely hit one person.
It will be thrown into the air, and when it falls, it will be smashed to pieces, and blood will flow from all the orifices, making it impossible to fight again. The force is like thunder and lightning, and no one can stop it.
Although there were constant shadows of swords around Zhuang Wudao's body, and there were many hidden weapons thrown by Leng Zi, they could not penetrate his inner armor and could not hurt even a single hair.
In just a dozen breaths, more than twenty people died one after another. As long as they stood in front of Zhuang Wudao, they would definitely die after being punched and their internal organs would be shattered.
Crazy tiger? Feng San felt for the first time that this Zhuang Wudao man lived up to his nickname.
"what is going on?"
Hu Li was short in stature and couldn't see clearly what was going on in front of him even if he was looking at his feet. But he could still see that each figure in the crowd was thrown up and fell about ten feet away. They were getting closer and closer, and the distance was already gone.
Less than ten feet.
If Zhuang Wudao was stopped by Jiang Yuan, he would definitely not be like this.
"What else could he do? Jiang Yuan was beaten to death on the spot without even being able to sustain a single blow. That boy's strength was at least twenty oxen!"
Feng San kept backing away with an ashen complexion, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, please listen carefully. Anyone who can kill this man today will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and a room in the north city's second house! All the dead and wounded will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver."
I will worship you and I will never break my promise! Fei Cheng, I have raised you for three years, and I don’t want you to just watch from the side at this time! It’s time to take action! Give me a measure of his ability! Is it possible?
Is it really unstoppable?"
Hu Li also tightened his eyes and then retreated. Fortunately, two hundred soldiers from the Thunder Dragon Gang had arrived to protect them both.
I even knew that Fei Cheng, whom Feng Sankou mentioned, was one of the two Qi-training priests of the Iron Sword Society. He was good at swordsmanship. After arriving in Yuecheng, his opponents were often killed with ten swords! Shen Quan also wanted to recruit him.
However, Feng San made the first move and was one step ahead.
This is a true qi-training monk, not comparable to that of Jiang Yuan. With this person taking action, he will definitely be able to stop Zhuang Wudao's invincible trend.
Guo heard a laugh, and a figure in white, carrying a long sword, walked leisurely towards the crowd who were fighting fiercely.
Feng San, however, was not at ease and said: "Be careful! This guy's strength is a little weird. If you frustrate his momentum, you can retreat! Wang Ba, be careful to use Fei Cheng to hold down the formation!"
Wang Ba is another Qi training monk in the Iron Sword Society. He is short in stature and has a pair of eight-edged hammers in his hands, capable of defeating hundreds of people.
Fei Cheng laughed when he heard the words, and he pushed aside the others carelessly and stepped into the battle circle. At this time, Zhuang Wudao had almost come out of the formation again. Fei Cheng only walked a few steps and was already with Zhuang Wudao.
Wu Dao faces each other face to face.
"Take my sword!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Fei Chengcheng had already drawn his sword. A flash of green water flashed past, and it pierced through the distance of nearly ten feet, slashing directly into Zhuang Wudao's left shoulder.
Zhuang Wudao's mind was also stabbed by the penetrating sword intent, and he subconsciously narrowed his eyes. Not only did the man in front of him have a sharp sword, but his sword path was also extremely tricky. Above the sword's edge, he suddenly floated
A layer of blue light.
Zhuang Wudao could ignore all the weapons around him, but he could not ignore this sword.
In his current state, he might be able to take a sword from this person without being hurt. However, at that time, his silver inner armor would definitely be destroyed.
Zhuang Wudao didn't even think about it, but the boxing technique had already changed, and his five fingers gathered together like a bird's beak. It was the "Eagle-shaped Fist" in Liuhe Xingyi Boxing, and he subconsciously used it at this time.
After more than twenty days of hard training, although he has not yet made all the fists of Liuhe Xingyiquan become his instinct, he is already quite proficient in fighting. Before the sword edge strikes, he is extremely skillful.
, knocking on the sword blade.
Immediately, the sword's light dispersed, and it no longer had the sharp aura it had before. The green aura surrounding the sword also dispersed, and it no longer posed a threat.
The swordsman in white across from him looked surprised. His eyes became cautious, but there was a sneer on his face.
"My boxing skills are really good! But I don't know how many more swords I can take?"
Zhuang Wudao ignored him and was about to rush closer when his opponent was sheathing his sword, and bumped into him two feet in front of him. He used his close-quarters skills to defeat the enemy, and used his own strengths to overcome the enemy's weaknesses.
Yun'er's voice sounded in his mind again: "Sword Master, this person also uses a sword, can you leave it to me?"
Zhuang Wudao raised his eyebrows and hesitated for a while. Today, he had completely lost his temper. The blood in his body was boiling, and his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly high.
The white-clothed swordsman in front of him was indeed very good at swordsmanship, but he was a bit tricky, but he was not someone he couldn't deal with. As long as he could get in front of this person, no matter how brilliant his swordsmanship was, he couldn't do anything.
But I heard Yun'er say again: "This is the only one you need! Sword Master, if you want to hone your boxing skills, you don't need such a person."
The voice was soft and sweet, as if it contained a hint of pleading.
Zhuang Wudao's expression was very strange. Is this sword spirit trying to be coquettish to him? But the tone of his voice was really nice!
There was a soft sound of "dang", and there was another eagle peck from the right hand, scattering the light of the sword that was struck.
However, this exchange of blows refreshed the spirits of the surrounding Iron Sword Society members.
With two consecutive sword blows, Zhuang Wudao couldn't move even one step forward. The man in front of him was not invincible!
However, before Fei Cheng's third sword struck, Zhuang Wudao allowed the heat flow from behind him to penetrate into his body, leaving traces on his limbs and bones.
"It's up to you! But as agreed, it's just this one person."
Yun'er didn't reply, but there was a clang and the sound of a long sword being unsheathed immediately behind her.
Then in front of Zhuang Wudao, there was a stream of light that was invisible to the naked eye, flashing suddenly. The next moment, when Zhuang Wudao came back to his senses, the heat in his body had already surged back, and he did not hold the sword in his hand. But
The white-clothed swordsman opposite had a faint bloodstain on his forehead.
Then the blood stain gradually expanded up and down. The body of the swordsman in white actually split into two pieces, falling to the left and right.
Yun'er's sword draw and retraction lasted only a moment, and could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. However, the swordsman in white on the opposite side, who was in the qi training realm, had been cut in half by this sword!
Everyone nearby was stunned, and then obviously frightened by Zhuang Wudao's sword, they all retreated and scattered to the sides.
Behind the white-clothed swordsman, a short and strong man holding a purple-gold eight-edged hammer also had a look of disbelief on his face as he watched Fei Cheng's body being split into two and falling on both sides.
He glanced at Zhuang Wudao in disbelief and stepped back without hesitation, trying to distance himself as much as possible.
Tens of feet later, Feng Sangen spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide open, and it was terrifying.
"You damn little thief! I am your ancestor! Fei Cheng, Fei Cheng——"
His voice was filled with heartache. Hu Li, who was standing next to him, could not relate to his feelings, but he also looked worried.
This time he saw clearly that after Fei Cheng made two swords, he blocked Zhuang Wudao for a moment. The latter drew his sword and slashed Fei Cheng's body from the middle!
Zhuang Wudao's face also looked extremely ugly. He was not sure if he could withstand someone attacking with the same sword skills.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Naturally, I asked the sword spirit in my mind.
"It's not swordsmanship, it's the sword-drawing technique, the sword-drawing technique!"
"The art of drawing a sword? The art of drawing a sword?"
Zhuang Wudao was repeating it in his mind, but he was confused and confused. What kind of method of drawing a sword can have such power?
"Exactly! This is the only sword you can learn before you reach the Foundation Establishment Realm! Your wrist joints are fixed and not good at changing. So the simpler the sword technique, the better. This sword drawing technique is just right. When the sword comes out, you can
Separate life and death!"
Zhuang Wudao sighed in his heart, could this sword spirit Yun'er be tempting him? How could such a sword not make him yearn for it?
Originally, he had no interest in swordsmanship, but now he had some interest. It was always good to have more skills at his disposal.
"Don't worry too much, it's just that I haven't sparred with anyone for a long time, and I'm just feeling itchy."
The sword spirit Yun'er said leisurely: "I remember when I was in my heyday, except for a few immortals in the world, no one dared to draw a sword in front of me! This man is so courageous."
Zhuang Wudao was speechless, thinking that you are just a sword spirit. Others dare not use the sword, maybe it is not because of you, but because of the master of Qingyun Sword in its heyday, right? Is this worth being proud of?
He was distracted in his mind by talking to Yun'er, but his steps never stopped. He took more than twenty steps and knocked several people away in succession.
The fist posture is stretched, and the Liuhe Xingyi boxing frame is even more arbitrary and gradually getting better. Just like what Yun'er said about the principle of boxing - 'Fist without fist, intention is unintentional, and unintentional is the true meaning',
'What the heart sends out is the intention, and what the intention is the fist is'.
The fist comes first with the intention, and the intention is combined with the fist. At this time, even if you are distracted and used twice, it will not be hindered at all. Wherever the punch reaches, no one can stop it.
By this time, his momentum had become so strong that when the Iron Sword Society gang members faced him, they simply couldn't muster the courage to draw their swords.
And not far away, the short and stocky man who kept retreating and holding the purple-gold eight-edged hammer was also a Qi-training monk. But after he killed Fei Cheng with one sword, his momentum had weakened. In front of him,
I'm afraid I won't be able to use 70% of my 100% ability.
I heard that ordinary warriors fight with skills and body. But the battle between superior warriors is based on strength.
Zhuang Wudao had a particularly profound understanding today.
The people of the Iron Knife Society had been killed and scattered, but more than two hundred people gathered in front of them. They were all wearing iron armor, full of energy, and shining in their eyes.