Xu Zhi looked up and saw the glazed light shining brightly in the sky, which stung his eyes, and then fell from the sky like a meteor.
The further he fell, the dimmer the light on Tuo Guhong's body became, and the pale golden blood in his body spilled out like a fountain.
"Bang"
There was a dull sound of contact between the body and the ground, and Xu Zhi felt a chill in his heart.
Tuoguhong, lost.
"Look at the glass, your master has lost."
Xu Zhi pointed to the place where Tuo Guhong fell and shouted urgently.
"Nonsense, that's obviously your eldest brother, ah~."
Bolivar turned his head and saw Yuan Zong Bokong's figure slowly falling in the sky. He immediately corrected Xu Zhi's mistake, but unexpectedly a strong wind hit him, his vision went dark, and he immediately felt dizzy.
"Xu Zhi, you..."
Bolivar snorted, and before he could even utter the words, he felt his body light up and was picked up by Xu Zhi. A faint light flashed under his feet, and he flew away on the ground like a big bird.
"Hey, Tuoguhong, you lose."
Yuan Zong Bokong grasped two swords, one of which was filled with green light, while the other sword was like a huge fang. It had no shape of a sword weapon at all and was just roughly fixed on the hilt.
The fangs seemed to have gone through a long period of time. There were various marks on them, and they looked a little scarred and a little broken.
There is no inner energy attached to the fang sword body, so the sword held by Yuan Zong Bokong looks very ordinary, more like the shape in human recorded history, like the shape of early stone tools.
But this was the Grandmaster's weapon that penetrated Tuoguhong's glazed golden body.
Tiger Teeth Shocking Sword.
The moment Yuan Zong Bokong's inner energy attached to the sword, the sword penetrated Tuo Guhong's body.
"How can I lose, how can I lose."
There were countless wounds on his body, and his chest and back were completely pierced by the Tiger Fang Shocking Sword. His muscles were constantly squirming and contracting, trying desperately to reduce the huge damage caused.
He suppressed a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth and bit the pill in his mouth to pieces. Tuo Guhong tried his best to open his eyes. The world turned red, and the figure of Yuan Zong Bokong holding a sword was dangling in front of his eyes.
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Yuan Zong Bokong, who was dressed in white, was covered in blood red, and his body was stained with blood. His hands holding the sword trembled from time to time, and blood fell drop by drop.
"You didn't win much, ahem."
Looking at the bloody tears dripping from Yuan Zong Bokong's eyes and the trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, Tuo Guhong knew very well that Yuan Zong Bokong was injured, very seriously, and even exceeded his expectations, causing him to draw his sword in advance.
The unsheathing of the Tiger Fang Shock Sword means a huge consumption of Yuan Zong Bokong's inner energy.
As long as he can withstand it or dodge it, Yuan Zong Bokong will be at a disadvantage after one strike.
It's a pity that he didn't get through this trump card, so everything became empty talk.
He fought too fast, too fiercely, and too swiftly. The desperate fight and the counterattack of the retribution magic accelerated all the processes.
"But I can live, but you have to die. Victory or defeat, life or death, it's just a little difference."
Yuan Zong Bokong looked at Tuo Guhong who couldn't even stand up normally. The chance of counterattack on the verge of death was extremely low in this state. After seeing the reality clearly, he gradually let go of his extreme alertness.
An ordinary master would have died long ago if he suffered such an injury. Tuo Guhong was able to hold on, but he just took advantage of the physical training master and died slower.
This is the master who can take the most beatings that Yuan Zong Bokong has ever encountered. His body has withstood a total of 478 swords, 477 of which were from his double-wing sword, and one sword was from the Tiger Fang Shocking Sword.
That was the sword that finally decided the world.
If I hadn't borrowed this sword, I might have lost.
Yuan Zong Bokong looked at Tuo Guhong, with admiration and regret in his eyes. More importantly, he felt happy that his great revenge had been avenged.
No matter how incompetent his disciple is, he is still his disciple. He has been cultivating his disciple for nearly twenty years. He has devoted many years of hard work and energy to his training. His mentorship and family affection are mixed together. He is not much different from his son.
There are no laws in the wild areas of Nan'ao. When you go to that kind of place, everything is a matter of life and death.
When the weak eat the strong, the dark side of human nature will naturally be released, no different from what it is in the ruins.
That woman deserved it, his disciple deserved to die, and Ketuo Guhong also deserved to bear the price.
If the woman had not gone to the wild areas of Nan'ao to make money, she would not have been robbed. If his disciple had been calm and not done such embarrassing things, he would not have died.
As for Tuo Guhong, if he had not intervened in this matter, he would not have retaliated against him.
There is neutrality, there is evil, and there is justice.
Everyone makes mistakes, but everyone is not wrong either.
This is very contradictory, but it is true.
Everything is just based on human nature and the law of the jungle.
But this does not prevent him from seeking revenge. Eliminating all critical factors, he has the right to seek revenge.
Yuanzong Bokong raised his double-winged sword, and just as he was about to give Tuo Guhong a good blow, he heard a voice dozens of meters away shouting: "Yuanzong Bokong, put down your weapon, or I will strangle you, my disciple, to death."
Like an eagle catching a chicken, Xu Zhi carried Bolivar and rushed forward, finally arriving at the place where Tuo Guhong landed.
After several gasps, Xu Zhi shouted loudly: "If you kill him, I will kill your apprentice."
"You are just an expert cultivator. Do you know that this distance of thirty-six meters is useless to me. The moment you take action, I can take your life."
Looking at Bolivar, Yuan Zong Bokong said slowly that he had a bit of liver pain and had agreed to reluctantly restrain Xu Zhi.
It only lasts for more than three minutes, so it’s so procrastinating even if you’re running.
As long as the venue is large enough and you can run, it will take a longer time for the lower-end cultivators to determine the winner. If you want to determine life and death, it is extremely difficult and takes more time.
To be caught so quickly is because he was helpless and had to run a thousand kilometers to be killed.
"If you take my life, that's not a good idea. If I die, my master can launch a personal vendetta against you."
Xu Zhi smiled at Yuan Zong Bokong, but his heart was beating so fast that he wanted to die.
"Fuck you!" Yuan Zongbokong cursed in his heart, he was simply afraid of what he was going to do.
If Bolivar fell into Xu Zhi's hands and he couldn't afford to offend him, he could hide, stab Tuo Guhong to death with one sword, and then run away.
With the Tiger Tooth Shock Sword, he was sure of killing Tuo Guhong, but if he faced Yan Xuankong, who was directly holding the Grand Master's weapon, and had a narrow escape from death, he would not dare to make this bet.
Killing enemies with your hands is very satisfying, but it is based on being able to kill others. If you are killed by others, there will be nothing to talk about.
"You should think clearly, the one who died was your apprentice, and Bolivar was also your apprentice. Even if you accepted him as your apprentice not long ago, it is still very difficult to find an apprentice who is willing to accompany you on the battlefield of death."
Xu Zhi's words directly hit Yuanzong Bokong's heart.
Compared with Xu Zhi, Bolivar did have a lot of things that made him unsatisfactory. But after three days of apprenticeship, he followed his master to the battlefield. From this aspect, Yuanzong Bokong was extremely satisfied with Bolivar's character.
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If your strength is not perfect, you can continue to practice and improve. If your character is not perfect, you will be like his previous disciple and prone to disaster.
The only thing that made Yuan Zong Bokong a little heartbroken was that Bolivar's strength was too ineffective. He was also an expert practitioner, so how could he lose so cleanly?
Although he was thousands of meters away, he glanced at it. It seemed that the moment he defeated Tuo Guhong, Bolivar was subdued by Xu Zhi in an instant.
"Hey, Bolivar, wake up." Xu Zhi slapped Bolivar on the face, trying to wake up the dazed young man a little.
"Your master seems to prefer the dead apprentice, and hopes that you will die too."
"What? I have to die too, that's not fair."
Xu Zhi's surprise attack was very fast, and Bolivar was a little confused after being hit on the head. He looked confused. How could he suddenly be killed? What was going on?