The first thousand seven hundred and eighty first chapters hurt the sky cold
Whoosh! A sheathed long sword was shot at Xu Qing's back with the sound of wind. The hilt of the sword was facing the spine of his waist. This throw was just right regardless of the force. It also added the word "quick" before waiting.
The hilt of the sword was already held by his backhand. He gently shook the leather scabbard and dropped it to the ground. A stream of icy cold light flashed brightly and darkly in the night, like a gorgeous cold flame that greeted the soul.
With the Chunjun sword in hand, Xu Qing felt a sudden certainty in his heart. At this moment, Hei Wuchang shook the chain gun and pointed it straight at his Adam's apple. This guy was a stubborn man, and he would do whatever it took to complete an order.
Bai Wuchang fluttered, wanting to see clearly what kind of sword he was holding behind his back. The next second the sword was in front of him. Xu Qing didn't use the long sword, but it didn't mean that he didn't know how to use the long sword. The Chunjun sword was in front of him.
Even if you use your hand as a stick to chop and sweep, it is easier than a dagger, not to mention that its sharpness is not inferior to Long Yuan and Hong Ming. When it is swept out, there is no sound of wind, and it quietly seduces the soul. This is a real sword.
Xu Qing didn't feel any discomfort when he used the Pure Jun Sword against an enemy for the first time. The sword was like a hand in his hand. The crazy blow just now had exhausted too much of his energy. After he slowed down a little, he felt the burning pain of the wound.
, Damn Hei Wuchang's cold blow left several bloody holes on his legs. He cursed in his heart, "It's numb. Fortunately, I'm not made of urine. It will break with just one prick. By the way, if it doesn't break, why don't you risk it with a splash?"
As his mind moved, the sword moved first, and the pure Jun sword turned into a crescent-shaped arc of light and swept towards Bai Wuchang's head and neck.
Bai Wuchang seemed to know how powerful it was, so he pulled away and retreated quickly. Hei Wuchang shook his shoulders, and the chain gun pointed at Xu Qing's left chest like a silver snake's teeth. The tip of the gun arrived before the energy was reached, carrying a cold as ice.
The murderous aura rushed straight to the chest, with a faint tendency to pass through the chest. If he didn't defend himself, he would definitely be stabbed to the core.
"Well done!" Xu Qing shouted coldly. The long sword in his hand remained unchanged, but its speed increased several times, forcing Bai Wuchang to retreat with his claws protecting his neck, and the cold sword edge touched his protective gauntlet.
The Qi stagnated for a moment, and then it cut into three parts like a sharp blade cutting into rot. At this moment of lightning flash, the tip of the spear had pierced the protective Gang Qi, and it also stagnated slightly...
Click——
There was a soft sound of broad beans exploding in a hot pot, and Bai Wuchang's claws in front of his neck shot out a stream of bright red blood, with an incredible look flashing in his eyes.
Cack!
Bai Wuchang's claws were cut off at the wrist level, and even a piece of his chin was cut off by the power of the sword. The next second, blood spattered freely from the broken wrist, and the fine blood droplets rose up like a fountain.
Half a foot, blurring his eyes.
Hei Wuchang clenched his teeth and pushed the gun forward with all his strength. The tip of the gun had pierced the protective Gangqi and pierced Xu Qing's left chest, but he clearly felt a layer of resistance. No matter how hard he tried, it still failed.
The method is to advance the gun body even millimeter further.
"Hei Zai, is your skin tight enough?" Xu Qing looked at the surprised Hei Wuchang and grinned, revealing his white teeth. He turned his arm and flashed a shadow towards Hei Wuchang's face. It all happened so fast.
, like a life-and-death gamble, the winner survives, and the loser bleeds and dies.
"Ah!" Hei Wuchang screamed strangely and jerked his head down, several times faster than a turtle shrinking its neck. The fleeting sword light passed by the door above him, bringing with it a rain of blood.
, the fight between ancient warriors cannot tolerate any loss of concentration, because no one will let go of the fleeting opportunity to win.
"Yeah!" Hei Wuchang screamed, taking advantage of the situation, a lazy donkey rolled away a few feet, throwing away the chain gun in his hand, Bai Wuchang endured the pain of breaking his wrist, and somersaulted back, spraying
There was a shower of blood, and a trill came out of his throat: "Hurry up!"
Hei Wuchang stood up, his head covered with blood and shaped like a ghost. He didn't bother to wipe the blood on his face. He rushed to where Bai Wuchang landed, stretched out his hand to grab Bai Wuchang's elbow and ran away quickly.
Xu Qing clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and jumped up in the air. The body and sword merged into a bolt of lightning and shot towards Hei Wuchang's back. The man holding the sword in his hand was greatly slowed down, as long as he put more strength in his hand.
He can kill the black and white impermanence with the sword, and his subordinates will not tolerate any mercy when dealing with such a vicious warrior.
Hei Wuchang obeys Bai Wuchang's command in all his actions. The last command he heard was to move quickly. Even if someone holds him back with a few cows, he will not go back. He just helps Bai Wuchang speed up and escape towards the exit, ignoring what is behind him.
The light of the sword came to his body. This was one of the side effects of the super power-increasing device. After receiving the order, he completely lost his subjective judgment. He only had a semi-sacred level that was arrogant in the world, but his head was as simple as a solid mallet.
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Both of Bai Wuchang's wrists were broken, and his mind was in chaos. He suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him and slowly turned around to look. The expression on his face suddenly froze, and a dazzling horse shot out like a swimming dragon. In an instant,
Penetrating through Hei Wuchang's back, the body that was moving forward suddenly stopped...
Bai Wuchang made a decisive decision. He shook his shoulders and threw away Hei Wuchang's arm. He stepped forward and flew towards the exit. At this moment, he no longer cared about the life and death of others. He only cared about escaping for his life. While running for his life, he raised his head and let out two long, sharp roars.
The roar like an eagle owl penetrated the night and echoed over the entire inner door of the Lu family...
The pure Jun sword penetrated Hei Wuchang's vest, and the tip of the sword came out from his chest. Xu Qing held the hilt of the sword and frowned slightly. This sword was surprisingly simple. This guy didn't dodge or dodge, and was stabbed hard.
My heart felt cold, completely different from the ruthless and bloodthirsty person just now... As I thought about it, I felt the sword in my hand tremble violently, and the tip of the sword was already grasped by the dying Hei Wuchang.
Xu Qing was startled. He bent his elbow and pulled back the sword fiercely. He then flew up and kicked Hei Wuchang in the back. Click! There was a tooth-searing sound of fractures. The soles of his feet sunk into the back three-thirds of the way, and the bones were broken.
How many? Hei Wuchang leaned forward and clenched the tip of the sword in front of his chest with both hands. He turned around, bared his teeth in a smile, and spat out a stream of dark red blood from his mouth.
Gurgling - Hei Wuchang made two muffled sounds in his throat, and his dark and lifeless eyes gradually rolled up. The physical strength and endurance of the semi-holy warrior were far greater than those of ordinary people, and he could not escape the category of flesh and blood. He suffered a piercing through the heart.
One sword kill will undoubtedly lead to death, so Hei Wuchang did not forget to grab the tip of the sword before he died, in order to leave a glimmer of life for Bai Wuchang who escaped.
Hei Wuchang's knees softened and he knelt on the ground with a thump. He clutched the sword tip on his chest tightly with both hands and lowered his head to die. Xu Qing sighed and withdrew the sword, looked up at the dark and cold sky, felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, and shook his head.
Turning around, I just took a step and suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in my legs. That's how people are. When they tightened the strings and fought for their lives, they didn't feel the pain. Now that they were relaxed, the pain hurts their hearts and lungs.