Jun Tian Xingren fell from the air with his sword like thunder. It was impossible to stop his momentum and change his moves. He could only grit his teeth and use his two swords to strike. Suddenly, a shout sounded in his ears. Jun Mogui rushed towards Ye Xingren with his sword.
The long sword drew a dazzling silver rainbow in the night and swung it towards the opponent's waist. He used all his strength with this sword, just to make the opponent retreat.
The night traveler's eyes were indifferent, he swung his long knife away with both arms and stabbed Jun Tianxing's two swords straight into his left shoulder with a soft hiss.
The long sword in Mo Gui's hand swept forward, and it was already too late to avoid it. The blade of the sword hit the protective body, and the Gang Qi was slightly stagnant. In this fleeting flash, the night traveler lowered his long sword, and blocked the sword with the long handle.
Front.
Jun Tianxing fell to the ground injured, his left shoulder bleeding profusely. This knife directly penetrated his pipa bone and lost an arm. His opponent only used one knife to chop all the confidence he had accumulated over decades. This is the difference in realm.
The night traveler in front of me must be an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.
Jun Mogui obviously didn't expect his opponent to change his moves so quickly, but he was not slow to adapt either. He suddenly turned his wrist upwards, and the long sword turned into a slash and moved quickly along the blade. This move was just to cut off a few pieces of the opponent's moves.
A finger. Ye Xingren suddenly let go of his five fingers and let the long knife fall to the ground. He turned around and punched Mr. Jun in the face. He didn't even bother to use a knife. Fighting close to each other was the best method.
Phew - the fist carried a strong cold wind and hit Jun Mogui's face, making him feel the protective Gangqi trembling. He gritted his teeth and the long sword in his hand quickly cut upwards.
The attack cuts off the opponent's arm in front of the goal. The fight between two warriors of similar realms can be understood as a huge gamble. Whoever hurts the opponent first is often the final winner. Bet on speed and bet on courage. In the end, there is only one winner and the loser.
There may only be one ending.
Jun Mogui takes risks with one move, and the bet is courage. If the opponent has concerns, he will lose the opportunity. But if he goes forward without hesitation, everyone bets on luck. A master will make a decisive decision if he recruits students, and there is no room for any negligence or hesitation.
Ye Xingren didn't expect that Jun Mogui would use a move that would hurt both sides at the beginning. Two strange looks flashed in his indifferent eyes. Just a few seconds before the sword edge was about to come, he suddenly chose to withdraw and retreat violently, still keeping his fist.
In the forward posture, the fist surface can slide against the sword spine.
Jun Mogui forced his opponent back with one strike of his sword. His confidence was suddenly boosted, and he quickly extended his sword. This sword seemed extremely slow but was actually extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword reached the center of Ye Xingren's eyebrows, as if he only needed to move forward half a minute.
It could pierce his skull. The night traveler did not dodge. He raised his hand and stretched out two fingers to open and close like scissors. He clamped the tip of the sword between his fingers. He looked at Mr. Jun coldly with his eyes, because his face
Because he was covered with a black scarf, you couldn't see the expression on his face, but one thing was certain, he was better than Mr. Jun.
The long sword was restrained, and the expression on Jun Mogui's face suddenly changed. He shouted: "As a semi-holy warrior, why do you hide your head and shrink your tail? You can show your true colors when you speak." He added a little more strength to his hands when he spoke.
, but it is a pity that the long sword seems to have taken root and is motionless.
Ye Xingren said calmly: "Tianyu Lord has finally returned, you are old!" As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist suddenly twisted, and the long sword between his fingers broke like brittle gluten.
Jun Mogui clenched his teeth, shook his hands and threw the hilt of the sword towards the opponent's door. With a sliding step, he quickly circled around the opponent. Ye Xingren turned his palm and slapped away the hilt of the sword that was coming towards him, looking at him coldly.
The rapidly turning figure stepped lightly on the Japanese sword on the ground with its toes. The tip of the sword was tilted and pointed at Jun Tianxing, who was struggling to get up from the ground. He said in a cold voice: "Old man, your technique is outdated. I'm here today."
The purpose is to cleanse the hell with blood."
Whoosh - the Japanese sword was picked up by the night traveler's toes. He held the handle tightly with one hand and laughed wildly. He turned over and swung the sword towards Jun Tianxing's neck. Before the person arrived, a cold sword light struck first.
Then, it flashed past Jun Tianxing's neck, and he froze on the spot. The short knife clenched in his hand clinked to the ground, and a faint bloodstain appeared in the middle of his Adam's apple.
laugh!
The blood mark on Jun Tianxing's neck suddenly opened, and blood spurted out from the gap like a fountain. His body swayed and fell on his back. In the eyes of the night walkers, Earth Realm warriors were like ants. Kill Jun Tianxing and then see Jun Mo.
Gui's reaction.
"Xing'er!" Jun Mogui trembled and rushed to his son's body. He saw his son's pupils were dilated and his face was like dust. The knife just now was so shockingly fast that even he couldn't see clearly who the night traveler was.
How to deliver the fatal blow, but that doesn't matter now.
Jun Mogui's expression was gloomy, and he reached out to touch his son's cheek. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back. When he lowered his head, he saw a blood-stained knife tip on his chest. Hey! The tip of the knife stirred twice and was instantly convulsed.
Leaving, he swayed and threw himself next to his son's body. He stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch his son's cheek, and the pain in his heart pierced his chest.
"Xing'er, our fate as father and son is over in this life. We only hope to have another father-son relationship in the next life..." Jun Mogui whispered in a trembling voice. He used his palms to close his son's open eyelids. He pushed himself up with difficulty and turned around to sit down.
Next, I looked up at the night walkers who were so close at hand, with a flush on my cheeks, which was the flashback before death.
"Who...are...you...?" Jun Mogui said a few words between his teeth. He raised his palm and pressed it lightly on his belt, his eyes fixed on Ye Xingren's black scarf.
The covered face seems to be burning through.
The night traveler casually plunged the blood-stained knife into the ground, reached behind his ears and untied a corner of the black scarf, and said coldly: "Old man, I want you to see clearly before you die, so as not to go underground.
You know who to accuse." The black scarf was lifted, revealing a young and unfamiliar face.
Jun Mogui stared at this face. He was sure that he had never seen the young man in front of him, but this face gave him a feeling that he had seen it before. Suddenly, he thought of a person and shouted in a deep voice: "
Your surname is Hu, the son of Hu Shuo..."
The night traveler is none other than Hu Jie. Except for some parts of his face, his face has already returned to its previous appearance. His eyebrows are somewhat similar to those of Hu Shuo who was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell the relationship between the two at a glance.
, it is reasonable for Jun Mogui to recognize him.
Hu Jie sneered: "So what? From today on, the name Heavenly Prison will be erased forever, and your death will be blamed on those idiots in the island country. Heavenly realm warriors are worse than shit in my eyes!"
"Hahaha..." Jun Mogui raised his head and laughed wildly three times. Suddenly, the laughter stopped. He raised his hand to wipe the blood around his mouth and said in a deep voice: "You are too naive. Do you think that with a few
Can you put the blame on the islanders with a samurai sword? It’s just a dream. Now the Chinese martial arts know that it was Hu who committed heinous crimes in the Heavenly Prison. There is no place for you in the whole world!"