This sword was perfectly timed, and it happened to seize the moment when the white-clothed Songfeng Mountain disciple had just finished swinging the scabbard but had not yet withdrawn his strength. He swung the scabbard and hit the backs of Wang Qizheng and the three of them, using 80% of his strength.
If he wasn't worried that it wouldn't be easy to explain after killing these three people back on the mountain, he would use his martial arts energy to increase his strength by another 20%.
The gorgeous scabbard inlaid with white jade and wrapped in python skin left blood marks on the backs of the three people who endured the pain without saying a word. The man in white was extremely excited. He only thought about adding another blood mark the next time he swung the scabbard, and his mind became more and more excited.
The moment his fellow disciples in gray shouted a warning, he was about to lift the scabbard of his sword. The man in white, who was trained by his master on Songfeng Mountain and worked tirelessly in martial arts, also noticed the sudden gust of wind behind him, and it was too late to draw his sword to block it.
, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and try his best to move his body to one side, trying to avoid the vital point.
But how could this long-premeditated sword fall into vain so easily?
In the end, the handsome man in white clothes couldn't escape the knife. All he could do was avoid a few key acupuncture points near his heart, and then the knife penetrated his chest.
Wei Changpan, who was about to twist the knife to crush the handle of his internal organs and cut off their vitality, saw another Songfengshan disciple in gray clothes approaching, and he had to draw his knife back with some regret to block the incoming sword attack.
In addition, there were three people who knelt down to receive the punishment. Only Wang Qizheng managed to avoid the sharp blade of Yanyulou's scar-faced man. The other two who were less skilled were probably hit by the scabbard just now and could not recover, so their movements were slightly slower.
Shoot, the blood in one person's throat was cut off, and the other person had a long and narrow wound from his chest to his lower abdomen. It looked like he was dying.
In the blink of an eye, three Songfeng Mountain disciples were killed or injured.
Wei Changpan felt something was wrong when he left Wuhang City. After walking on a remote road for two days, there were still people following him. Sure enough, he was spotted in the city and had a tail behind him, so he took Wei Changpan and his group to where they were hiding in the mountains.
It was a disaster for them, but fortunately they were discovered in time, so it didn't lead to a catastrophe. However, Wei Changpan and the two men could not get rid of the people behind them day and night. No matter how they led these tails in circles, it was not an option, but they could not
I could never find a chance to deal with these people, so I could only pretend that I wasn't aware of it at all, until today.
"You are so bold, you dare to attack and kill the disciples of Songfeng Mountain." The handsome man in white had a ferocious and twisted face. He used Songfeng Mountain's unique technique of sealing the blood vessels of the acupoints to tap a few points on the wound, and said bitterly, but his words were much less angry.
, obviously he was stabbed by Wei Changpan and suffered serious injuries.
Wang Qizheng is holding a three-foot long sword in his right hand and a short sword in his left hand. He is a rare disciple in Songfeng Mountain who takes the path of long and short two-handed swords. He holds a two-handed sword in both hands and is capable of both offense and defense. Furthermore, he can draw a short sword quickly, which makes him unstoppable.
The scar-faced man who went down to Yanyu Tower was attacked but suffered a superficial wound. The wound on his back was just painful, which affected his fighting ability, otherwise he wouldn't have been so embarrassed that he retreated again and again.
He looked at the corpses of two fellow disciples who were still lively and chatting happily in front of a stick of incense, with a look of sadness on their faces.
If it weren't for the inner mountain disciple in white who insisted on enforcing the rules on the mountain, how could they have ended up like this in the blink of an eye, five of them died, two of them were seriously injured? But now is naturally not the time to care about this. Wang Qi was talking to the gray man
The disciples of Yi Neishan have all drawn up their postures. Since there are no longer any sneak attacks hidden in the dark, they can completely let go of their hands and feet to fight.
"how?"
"I can't die." The bleeding from the wound of the man in white gradually stopped, so he took out a delicate celadon bottle, poured out the pills and swallowed them whole. Then Wei Changpan and the two men said in a sad tone, "Since you dare to attack and kill the disciples of Songfeng Mountain, then you must
The background behind you will not be reduced. Tell me and I will give you two a happy death."
"If your chest is still bleeding, talk less. Otherwise, the wound may burst and cause death."
"Don't be too quick to talk. Even if you hold on to your words now, it won't matter. I'll find a way to get you to speak later..." The handsome man in white smiled angrily, his cheeks gradually turned red, and he gasped.
Jou Qi said with a ferocious smile, "Your sword almost destroyed the Qi diffuser, but I'll let you know later..."
Wei Changpan saw the man in white whose voice suddenly stopped and looked surprised, and thought to himself that he was a disciple of Songfeng Mountain after all. As soon as he took the elixir of unknown material into his stomach, the martial artist's energy circulated faster than before he was injured, just in time to kill him.
The poison simmered on the knife spread into his limbs and bones. I had seen him sealing several acupuncture points before and I was worried that the poison would take effect slowly. However, it seemed that Songfeng Mountain was definitely going to reduce one more person's combat power.
The methods of using poisons and hidden weapons are, after all, despised by decent sects in the world. Many so-called evil heretics who are good at this technique have also been eradicated by the former looking for an upright reason. After all, there is no sect that has not done these methods or done it many times.
Or is it a less harmful accident? With a little encouragement from those well-connected and decent people, wouldn't these demons who let everyone punish them become street rats? But after the incident, are there any evil heretics?
The subtle methods are secretly circulated among these sects, so they are unknown.
Disciples of famous sects are ashamed to borrow the power of hidden weapons and poisons. Since the sect’s background and power are still there, there are very few times when they need to use these things to save their lives. However, Jianghu Rangers and their ilk don’t have such particularity.
The more the better, there is no reason why it is not enough. After all, without the protection of the elders of the sect, if you encounter a powerful enemy that is difficult to deal with with your own martial arts level and have no means to save your life, isn't it just asking for death? Wei Changpan and everyone in Yanyu Tower are now
He is also as helpless as a rootless duckweed, so there is no taboo on using these so-called dirty tricks.
It is true that the martial arts of an upright gentleman will cause endless disasters in the hands of those with evil intentions, but if a gentleman uses the skills of a villain in a righteous way, then what is the point of abuse? There are only two uses of martial arts, self-protection or harming others, where is the distinction between righteousness and righteousness?
On the wrong road, if you can hurt others and protect yourself at the same time, isn't that good kung fu? What about poison-quenching hidden weapons? If you can't save your life, how can you walk even if there is a straight and smooth path?
The flush on the handsome face of the man in white gradually turned to deathly gray. It was not that he had not tried to use martial arts energy to suppress the toxins in his body, but it was too late. In just a few dozen seconds, the poison was spread by his energy energy.
It spreads to all parts of the body and then becomes poisonous.
So what about the disciples of the Inner Mountain, what about the handsome young men, and no matter how domineering and domineering they are, they can't escape death. The sarcasm in Wang Qizheng's eyes was almost unconcealed. If it weren't for a formidable enemy and there was a disciple of the Inner Mountain beside him, he might have gone up to Bai Yi.
The man seemed to be venting his frustration in front of me.
Even if the detoxifying master applied medicine and stones to the man in white at the same time, he could not save the day. The man in white was already standing unsteadily with eyes full of unwillingness. His last thought before falling down was that if he had known this, he would not have gone down the mountain.
The moment the handsome man in white slumped down, the disciples in gray clothes suddenly felt the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox. In Songfeng Mountain,
There are only a few hundred disciples in the mountain. Although the former is a bit domineering in his words and deeds in daily life, his views on martial arts mostly coincide with his. He is one of the few people in the inner mountain who can talk to him. There are all disciples in the outer mountain of Songfeng Mountain.
Everyone is rushing to enter the inner mountain, but who knows that the inner mountain is even more difficult than the outer mountain? Most of the secrets of martial arts and martial arts are given to the inner mountain disciples, so Songfeng Mountain is even more harsh on them. He has been in the inner mountain for six years and has seen with his own eyes.
There are those who hesitated to advance in the realm of martial arts and had a mental breakdown and jumped off a cliff to commit suicide; there were also those who became lunatics because they could not understand a certain difficult Kung Fu technique, and there were also those who took a sidetrack to seek a shortcut to Zhongnan and fell into the devil's path and were cleared by Songfeng Mountain.
.It was so difficult for him to have such a confidant in Songfeng Mountain. Why did he die at the foot of Songfeng Mountain?
Two against two.
The scar-faced man in Yanyu Tower is about to make a move, while Wang Qi is calm and calm in response to all changes.
Wei Changpan held a knife against the Songfeng Mountain disciple in gray clothes. He was keenly aware that this person seemed to be distracted by the death of the man in white clothes. If he was violent at this moment...
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, ten steps, turn around and run away.
The gray-clothed inner mountain disciples never expected that the two men would not advance but retreat after succeeding in the attack. According to common sense, since they have made up their minds to kill the tail behind them, how can they retreat before they have done their best? Could it be that these two people have their own martial arts skills?
In fact, the realm is not as strong as what he saw before, but it is just an empty support. He is afraid that his secret will be revealed, so he flees in a hurry? After thinking about it for a moment, he felt that it became more and more suspicious. Just when he was about to call the disciple from the outside to chase him, he turned around and saw Wang
Qi was standing next to the two outside disciples who were helpless. He tore off his clothes to try to stop the bleeding wounds of the two, but it was in vain. He could only watch the life of the two disciples disappear, and his body that was still warm was gone.
Let it cool down.
The inner mountain disciple in gray clothes who wanted to scold this man according to the rules of the mountain saw him reaching out to close the eyes of the two people who were still staring at death. The anger in his heart seemed to suddenly relax. The dusk sun shrouded the surrounding area like a dome. Wei Changpan and his two men had already rushed out for unknown distances.
He chased him alone for the whole journey. If he was ambushed, he would be in danger.
Being from the same sect, it is natural to help clean up the affairs after death. After all, the disciples in gray clothes don’t want to die and become a lonely ghost at the foot of Songfeng Mountain one day, so they went to the disciples in white clothes and inadvertently stretched out their hands to check their breathing, but they were shocked.
There was still a breath left, so he rushed to get the elixir that was originally used to save his life from his arms to renew his life. Who would have thought that he was pressed down by a hand stretched out from his side.
"Listen to my junior brother, it's not worth it." Wang Qi looked directly into the eyes of the gray-clothed disciple and said slowly, "If this person hadn't done what happened today, how could the rest of us have ended up like this? Let's just follow the rules on the mountain.
It can be regarded as killing a fellow disciple. What a sin it is to kill a fellow disciple. This fellow doesn’t need to be reminded by the junior brother. Is the senior brother really going to give up the elixir that saved his own life to extend the life of a person who has broken the rules of the mountain and whose life or death is unknown? "
The handsome man in white is as charming as a gossamer.
The inner disciple in gray clothes looked gloomy and uncertain.
Wang Qi stood by and watched without crying or laughing.
Wei Changpan and the two escaped three miles away. Just when he thought that there was no chance of chasing the two men behind him, someone dozens of feet in front of them saw someone unsheathing his sword.