The assassin who claimed to be from Gelutai was shaky after his arms were cut off, but he was still trying to distance himself from Zhang Wu and escape. However, the level of this once six-story martial artist who was seriously injured was declining, as if a dike had burst.
With such momentum, he originally had two acupuncture points on the sixth floor and fell to the middle of the fifth floor, but he still couldn't stop his almost straight fall.
The assassin's wretched face was distorted by pain and fear, his arms were broken twice, and half of the blood in his body flowed out.
The pale-faced Kalutai assassin lost his arms, and could neither take out his weapon to fight back nor take out medicine to stop the bleeding. Zhang Wu was still following closely behind him, and the old woman was still stretched five feet away, but
The distance of one and a half sword blades is still difficult for the latter to catch up with.
"Old woman from Songfeng Mountain! Help me hold this man down!" Seeing Zhang Wu's collision with the mountain tree, the distance between his and her heart was getting closer. The assassin did not dare to look back at the distance between Zhang Wu and shouted loudly.
In response to these extremely disrespectful words, the old woman's face was slightly ugly, but her steps were a little faster. The long sword in her hand seemed to be just a hair away from touching Zhang Wu's clothes, but that hair was always there, like an insurmountable barrier.
natural moat.
"If I don't do my best, I'll end up here!" The assassin felt a chill in his heart. He gritted his teeth and resorted to the secret technique of Kalutai to save his life. He mutilated six acupoints on himself, allowing his martial arts realm to briefly return to the sixth floor. But it didn't happen.
Used to turn around and confront Zhang Wu, but used all his strength to escape.
At the same time, the old woman also made up her mind, and the sluggish energy and blood in her body was also activated. As a means to consume her few life spans, the old woman was unwilling to use it unless she had no choice.
However, if she continues to struggle with Zhang Wu, the current situation will no longer allow her to hesitate.
The old woman with gray hair and gray face actually had some green hair, and her figure was almost two inches taller. Zhang Wu, who originally held the tail of the stick to leave the length to the assassin of Cutting Deer Platform, had no choice but to hold back the middle part of the stick and use the gun.
After swiping the old woman away with his sword, the kite turned over, leaving the seriously injured assassin to run away.
Zhang Wu hit the mountain tree with a pestle on the green bricks on the ground, and fine cracks appeared on the solid green bricks.
He was no longer able to fight on horseback for three days and three nights without stopping when he was young. Zhang Wuqiang swallowed the blood welling up in his throat. His forearm holding the gun was accidentally scratched by the assassin's hidden weapon, and the blood in the middle of his forearm was cut by him.
After sealing, the black and purple color on the lower half was still ready to move, but it was forcibly suppressed at that place by Zhang Wu's martial arts cultivation.
superior.
"Yue Qirui." No one had dared to call the Master of Songfeng Mountain by name for more than ten years, but Zhang Wu said it in an almost joking tone: "The Gelutai assassin in Huizhou is a murderer.
A good player would be terrible if he were put on the table to fight against a warrior on the battlefield."
Zhang Wu was wary of the old woman's reaction in front of him, and took the opportunity to regain his strength. Six-story warriors are not made of iron, and they have spent a lot of energy on the way up the mountain. Zhang Wu, who is accustomed to being straightforward, had to use this little trick.
The Taishang Master of Songfeng Mountain in front of him didn't even reply. The three-foot sword in his hand came towards Zhang Wu with an almost unpredictable trajectory. The latter cursed secretly, and the poisoned forearm was still strong, holding it with both hands.
When Zhang Wu hit the middle of the mountain stick, he danced the one-foot-and-three-inch stick.
This defense, which can be said to be impenetrable, was still able to retain its strength in the face of dozens of crossbows in Gao Yameni. However, when facing the sword of Taishang Mountain Master of Songfeng Mountain, Zhang Wu was rarely confident and could only
Dance the stick in your hand faster, and then faster.
Perhaps the secret poison from Kaolutai finally took effect. Zhang Wu was dizzy for a moment, and his hand movements slowed down for an imperceptible moment. However, in front of the six-story martial artist, he already had an excellent opportunity.
The stick dropped from his hand and fell to the ground. When it was thrown on the blue brick ground, it made the sound of gold and stone. Along with the stick falling, there was also Zhang Wu's black and swollen forearm.
In the previous instant, the old woman's sword caught the flaw that Zhang Wu had exposed when he danced with his spear. The long sword broke through the defense of Chuangshanshan and went straight to Zhang Wu's vitals.
But Zhang Wu's response was different from any Jianghu sect's teachings to disciples not to abandon their weapons when facing an enemy. He released his hands from hitting the mountain and moved his poisoned arm to meet the edge of the sword. Naturally,
It was as crisp as a hot knife cutting wax. At the same time, Zhang Wu clenched his fist with his right hand and exerted force within a very short distance. He hit Yue Qirui, the leader of Taishang Mountain in Songfeng Mountain, right in the forehead with his collapsed fist.
In Zhang Wu's opinion, the emphasis on not discarding weapons is simply a joke in Jianghu sects. Regardless of whether you have weapons or not, if you can kill people, it is a good move.
The moves of a warrior on the battlefield, every move is for killing people.
What flowed out of Zhang Wu's wound was not blood, but poisonous juice as black as ink. He lifted the stick with his toes and held the stick with one hand to face the old woman who was kneeling on one knee two feet in front of him and was still panting. The latter's forehead was
The blood flowed down, and the black hair on the head also showed signs of turning white again.
It seems that Zhang Wu lost half his arm because of a loss of money, but in fact
It is a situation where you can make a profit without losing any money. Huizhou's Gelutai assassination method is famous in the sixteen states of Dayao, and he is even more proficient in poisoning. Even the court doctors of Dayao were helpless with the drugs used. Zhang Wu relied on his martial arts realm
Delay can only be a delaying measure, and it will not last forever.
Without the antidote for the Lutai Assassin, Zhang Wu would have had no choice but to cut off his arm even if he had sealed his acupuncture points.
On the contrary, the old woman who was the master of Taishang Mountain of Songfeng Mountain received this punch. The Yintang point on her forehead was originally an ordinary place in martial arts practice, but it was the key to activating the secret method of Songfeng Mountain. Now it is
After Zhang Wu punched her hard, the secret technique was suddenly interrupted. The backlash she suffered was still severe, but she could only continue to hold on with all her strength.
Zhang Wu was seen lifting a one-foot-and-three-inch long mountain tree with one hand.
The old woman leaned on the ground with her sword and struggled to get up, aiming at Zhang Wu with her sword.
The two looked at each other with determination in their eyes.
Only death.
Zhang Wu's spear shot through the air, and Yue Qirui swung his sword like a dragon.
The fight next to the mountain master's residence in Songfeng Mountain finally reached a life-threatening situation.
Zhang Wu, who had lost an arm, was naturally no longer able to draw the spear as freely as before, and the force of the thrust was even greater than before the arm was broken off, so Yue Qirui, the master of Taishang Mountain in Songfeng Mountain, could only hold on tightly to the door.
There was no time to bandage the acupuncture point above Zhang Wu's broken arm, which had been sealed. The fracture was smooth and no bone stubble was visible. Blood still spattered when the gun was pulled out of his right arm.
Chuang Shanhao repeatedly clicked on one part of the sword in the old woman's hand, intending to turn the sword into scrap metal that was exactly the same as the Kalutai assassin's weapon.
The old woman is waiting for the time when Zhang Wu’s oil is exhausted and the lamp dries up.
Zhang Wu is also waiting, waiting for the sword to break when he hits the mountain.