As Zhong Xihou shouted angrily, the flying swords shaped like wings behind him buzzed and emitted cold light. They shot out from the left and right sides of Zhong Xihou like flying feathers, and then turned into a straight line and flew towards Kuimulang.
Kuimu Lang couldn't help but feel fear when he saw this flying sword with cold light, but then his eyes were full of ecstasy. He swung the peach wood Xuanwu sword in his hand, and used a quick sword move that didn't exist in this world. Its name is "Wuhan"
"Go up the wind and waves".
When the sword came out, its momentum actually overwhelmed Zhong Xihou's flying sword. But helplessly, there was only one wooden sword, but there were more than a hundred flying swords. Not to mention, the sword in Kui Mulang's hand was a wooden sword, and the flying sword was
The swords are all made of fine iron.
The peach wood basalt sword in Kui Mulang's hand struck out quickly, and the flying swords rushed towards him like a torrent. However, Kui Mulang used the wooden sword in his hand to stab left and right, and hit all the flying swords to both sides.
The flying sword shot into the floor and nailed into the wall. When Zhong Xihou saw such a scene, he couldn't help but smile with joy. Only when a man fights passionately is he most happy. Then I saw Zhong Xihou pointing his sword, and again
With a hook, those flying swords buzzed again and attacked Kuimu Lang from all directions.
There was no way forward, no way back, and all directions were blocked. The wooden sword in Kui Mulang's hand was lowered and he closed his eyes. When the flying sword approached, the bloodthirsty Taoist moved and stabbed left and right again with the wooden sword in his hand.
, collapsing forward and picking up backwards. Every time a flying sword came close, it was knocked away by his sword. The movements were done in one go, flowing smoothly.
Zhu Yinuo watched, Zhu Jiannan watched, and the guards outside also watched. They looked fascinated. Is this Taoist with wolf-tooth mask dancing gracefully among a group of more than a hundred flying swords?
"The ice has been cold for eternity, everything is still, the heart should be calm, look at me alone, the mind and the mind should be united, the energy should follow each other, one after another, no surprise, no ignorance, no anger, no desire, no desire, no abandonment
Abandon, do nothing and have no self.”
This Taoist with a wolf-toothed face was dancing with his sword among the flying swords while reciting the scriptures he had recited during morning classes.
No delusion, no anger, no desires, no pursuits, no abandonment, no self.
The sword-dancing Taoist seemed to have truly reached a state of inaction and selflessness. No matter how fast Zhong Xihou moved the flying sword, he could not hurt Kuimu Lang at all. At this time, another bright electric current shot out like a snake.
Come on. Zhong Xihou turned to one side and narrowly escaped.
However, Kui Mulang's nine-star flying ambush was mostly used by assassins. The most important thing about assassination is timing. Kui Mulang stepped forward and waved the wooden sword in his hand, scattering the flying swords and fighting his way out.
Then he thrust out a sword and stabbed Zhong Xihou.
Zhong Xihou waved his sword finger again. This real sword was really not comparable to the flying sword transformed by Qi. He only heard a few "swishes" and more than a dozen flying swords blocked in front of Zhong Xihou.
Listening to the sound of metal being exchanged, Kuimulang's mahogany basalt sword was cut off by a flying sword.
The flying sword struck again, and Kuimu Lang fled left and right as before. Zhong Xihou kept waving his fingers left and right, and the more than a hundred swords followed his movements, looking like a swimming dragon chasing Kui Mulang.
Kuimu Lang was unable to dodge, and was eventually scratched on the shoulder by a flying sword. Zhong Xihou's eyes were shining, and he was overjoyed. Who knew that being injured and turning red was also part of the plan of the Taoist with the wolf-toothed mask.
There were blood drops. Kui Mulang picked up the wooden sword in his hand and slapped it. The blood drops were shot towards Zhong Xihou like marbles. In this way,
It was just a drop of blood, but the drop of blood actually radiated heat as if it was boiling. Zhong Xihou waved his sword finger again, and shot a flying sword at the blood drop.
Unexpectedly, when the tip of the sword came into contact with the drop of blood, the sword instantly shattered.
This scene couldn't help but stunned everyone present. However, Zhong Xihou burst into laughter. In the past, whenever he used his sword control skills in times of crisis, he would kill people in a single moment. Now facing this bloodthirsty Taoist,
There were several strong attacks, but to no avail.
Blood drops continued to drip from Kui Mulang's shoulder. Kui Mulang struck the blood drops towards Zhong Xihou with one strike after another. With one drop of blood, a flying sword shattered. In just a moment, the more than a hundred flying swords,
Converted to 30%.
Zhu Yinuo was happy, but Zhu Jiannan frowned.
This Taoist with a wolf-toothed mask is really fighting for his life. But what is it that makes him so determined? Why should a dying man be like this?
What Zhu Jiannan didn't know was why, in the eyes of others, he, a dying man, was so decisive and why did he bother to do so?
Looking at Kui Mulang again, the eyes that were not covered by the visor were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the lifeless face under the visor also had black spots one after another. The onlookers thought that it was Kui Mulang who had the upper hand, but
This bloodthirsty Taoist understood that he began to have difficulty breathing and became a little dizzy. It seemed that the blood flow in his body began to slow down, and after some time, it gradually thickened until it solidified.
At that time, fear is the same as death from suffocation.
But now that he can still move, he should continue to move. Kui Mulang's movements slowed down. He took a step slower, and another flying sword swiped across his left thigh. Kui Mulang knelt down on one knee,
Several more flying swords came at them, but Kuimu Lang narrowly avoided them by rolling over.
For some reason, some fragments began to appear in his mind. The little Taoist priest in the picture was only four or five years old, but he was woken up from the bed by an old Taoist priest, shirtless, and then pulled up by the old Taoist priest.
It was a snowy day, and the little Taoist priest in thin clothes was walking on horseback in the snow. If he cried, the time of walking on horseback would be extended by half a moment.
"Your surname is Mu. As a teacher, I only hope that if you go astray in the future, you will know your way back. Your name is Mu Zhitu."
Kui Mulang's eyes were completely filled with bloodshot eyes. He spoke with a crazy voice. He stood up with all his strength, holding his sword, dodging left and right and running towards Zhong Xihou. The original malaise had already made Zhong Xihou have plans to withdraw his attack. How could he know that this
Bloodthirsty moved swiftly in an instant, with murderous intent filling the sky. Zhong Xihou stretched out his right hand and held a flying sword. With a wave of his left hand, all the flying swords that originally blocked Kui Mulang's path moved aside to make way for him.
"Falling flowers!"
He uttered two words lightly and slashed with his sword.
"Pojun Chi Yao!"
Kui Mulang swung out a sword, but it was the most domineering sword among the nine stars. Zhong Xihou's sword was mixed with strong wind, but Kui Mulang's sword was a wooden sword burning fire.
The two swords intersected, and sparks flew out. Zhong Xihou stretched out his kick and kicked Kuimulang in the abdomen, using the force to fly back a few steps. However, on the side of his face, small wounds were faintly burned by the ejected sparks.
Zhong Xihou wiped the side of his face, feeling a little burning, and then he couldn't help but have murderous intent in his eyes.
But Kuimulang looked like a madman at this moment, and ran towards him like a ghost, with another life-threatening sword. Zhong Xihou held it in his backhand
Hold the sword, put the two fingers of your left hand together and stand on the tip of your nose, and close your eyes and open them again.
The buzzing flying sword struck again, like a flying arrow, hitting the target. It was Kui Mulang. Kui Mulang stabbed left and right again, knocking the flying swords away one by one. But this time it flew
The speed and strength of the sword seemed to have increased by more than ten times. Even if Kuimulang hit the flying sword, there were several times when the force could not resist it and it only slowed down the momentum of the flying sword.
Just dodging flying swords like this, and they were in embarrassment for nearly half a quarter of an hour. From the corner of his eye, Kui Mulang saw that Zhong Xihou would take a deep breath every three seconds. Just as Zhong Xihou took a deep breath, Kui Mulang's figure flashed and he held it with his backhand.
The sword struck Zhong Xihou's lower body.
Marquis Zhongxi could not help but feel his heart tremble. Fortunately, he had just grasped a sword. He knelt down on one knee and held the sword in his backhand, facing it. When the two swords intersected, there was only a "clucking" sound. It was actually in Marquis Zhongxi's hand.
This flying sword made of fine iron was shattered.
Zhong Xihou raised his left hand, and another sword flew towards him. He slashed with the sword. There was no fancy move, it was just a slash. But Kuimu Lang did not avoid the sword after all, and fell with the sword, slashing on his left shoulder.
With a muffled groan, Zhongxihou then raised his legs and jumped towards Kuimu Lang, causing his body to fly back several feet, and black blood scattered all over the ground. Zhongxihou smelled the pungent stench again, looked at the sword in his hand, and couldn't help but open his eyes.
, I couldn’t believe it. The sword made of fine iron in my hand was actually corroded by Kuimulang’s black blood.
He let go of his hand and dropped the sword on the ground. Then the swordsman commanded, and the remaining flying swords all flew out of the hole in the roof. Kui Mulang's body was numb and he no longer felt pain. He stood up like a carp and stood up on his pointes.
It landed on the ground and shot towards Zhong Xihou again like a thunderbolt.
But Zhong Xihou refused to dodge. He swung his sword finger downwards and shot it down with the force of the high wind that flew out of the hole in the roof. Kui Mulang's movements were slow after all, and his body functions continued to deteriorate.
His vision was blurred, and he thought it was the end. The remaining flying swords penetrated his shoulders, his back, his waist, his legs, and his arms.
Kuimu Lang was like a humble wild dog whose torso and limbs were nailed with nails. He was nailed to the ground and could not move. The vitality would always burst out at the moment when it was about to be exhausted. Kuimu Lang lost his peach wood basalt sword.
, it is not that I am unable to hold the wooden sword any longer. This wooden sword was caught by the wind, and the sword body was wrapped with a faint bright current, and it shot towards Zhong Xihou.
Marquis Zhong Xi had just activated the flying sword and expended too much energy, but his movement was a beat slower, and his wooden sword pierced his abdomen. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which happened to be sprayed on Kui Mulang's face.
Kui Mulang's eyes were also stained with blood, but he seemed to feel nothing. He just opened his eyes with empty eyes, and opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
Zhong Xihou pulled out the wooden sword and covered his abdomen with his hand. The electric current in his body was raging and his body was a little numb. There was no hatred in his eyes, but he looked pitifully at the bloodthirsty Taoist. He endured the numbness and pain.
Feeling this, Zhong Xihou knelt down and leaned to Kuimulang's side, his ears close to Kuimulang's mouth.
Kuimulang's voice was so faint that it was hard to hear clearly.
Zhong Xihou listened attentively, and at the end he only heard one sentence: "Ruge, I want to drink, can I drink?"
Zhong Xihou immediately shouted towards the group of guards outside, "Bring me some wine!"