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Zhang Qinghu is worthy of being an outstanding member of his group of young Taoist priests from the Zixiao family. He is not only born with supernatural power, but also has a high level of understanding of swordsmanship. He is highly regarded by Master Wu Miao and specially accepted him as his disciple. If he can do this in this martial arts competition,
If he reaches the finals, then Zhang Qingzi’s title will belong to him.
Only six years ago, Guo Song punched his nose in front of hundreds of Taoist priests, humiliating him. He kept this hatred firmly in his heart.
Today he was going to retaliate with tooth and kill Guo Song in front of thousands of Taoist priests, releasing the bad breath he had been holding in his chest for six years.
His master, Master Wu Miao, told him that killing someone accidentally during a martial arts competition was allowed by the rules. In the last martial arts competition, a Taoist priest from the Zixiao family killed three wild Taoists.
As for breaking Han Xiaowu's legs, Zhang Qinghu had long forgotten about it.
As soon as Zhang Qinghu got started, he used a unique move. This move was called "Electric Sword", which describes the sword as fast as lightning. He grabbed the throat with one sword, and everyone around him suddenly exclaimed, "The speed is too fast."
Gan Lei secretly nodded, Xuanhu Palace's martial arts skills were still somewhat promising, and this sword showed that he had a solid background. He looked at his junior brother with a little worry.
The Taoist priests of the Zixiao family were very excited. Zhang Qinghu was going to kill someone today.
Master Wu Miao stroked his beard and nodded. Although the sword was struck a little early, the technique and movement were excellent. Even Zhang Xuanzi may not be that fast, which made him quite satisfied.
However, Guo Song did not draw his sword, but only took a step back lightly. The sword was only a hair away from his throat. The Taoist priests around him exclaimed, and many people closed their eyes.
However, Zhang Qinghu did not finish using the sword. He actually changed his stance and swung his sword to strike at Guo Song's left arm.
This change of move left many people baffled. It was clear that the opponent's throat was just a little bit short, so why didn't he continue to use the sword? Do you really have a compassionate heart and don't want to hurt others?
If you don't want to hurt people, then why are swords and swords vicious killing moves?
Gan Lei breathed a sigh of relief and simply sat down. He finally understood that Zhang Qinghu was thousands of miles away from his junior brother.
Master Wu Miao also saw some clues, but he couldn't believe it. How could the other party pinch it so accurately? He was still a young Taoist priest!
Zhang Qinghu knew very well in his heart that the sword strike just now was not because he did not want to kill the opponent, but because he was exhausted and could no longer continue, so he had to change his moves.
Guo Song continued to retreat, and Zhang Qinghu struck the air again with his sword. Zhang Qinghu suddenly became impatient, roared, and struck at the opponent with the sword in his hand like a storm.
All he saw was a flash of cold light, so fast that he could no longer see the blade of the sword. Guo Song continued to retreat, dodging dozens of the opponent's swords.
At this time, he took another step back and was out of line.
Zhang Qinghu saw the opportunity, roared, and once again used his special move 'One-Character Electric Sword', stabbing the opponent's chest fiercely.
The Zixiao Taoist priests were in a state of excitement. Even if they missed the stab, they still won.
But the wild men lamented that they didn't even have a chance to draw their swords, and it was just over.
Master Wu Miao suddenly felt that something was wrong. The opponent did not draw his sword. This was unreasonable. Zhang Qinghu was eager to kill the enemy and rushed in greedily.
He was about to remind him, but it was too late. He saw a strange smile on Guo Song's lips, and his body turned as fast as a ghost, and he actually turned behind Zhang Qinghu.
The ironwood sword behind him was finally unsheathed, and a black light flashed...
Zhang Qinghu stabbed the air with his sword. He exerted too much force and lost his balance. He just screamed something bad in his heart, and then heard a muffled sound of 'Pah!', and suddenly he felt a heartbreaking pain in his thigh.
It made him miserable.
"ah--"
Zhang Qinghu let out an earth-shattering scream, threw away his sword, held it in his lap and rolled on the ground.
Guo Song didn't kill Zhang Qinghu, but used the soft force of the iron wood sword to smash his right thigh bone into pieces. Even the palace masters couldn't pick it up. His leg was completely disabled. That's how he broke Han's right thigh bone back then.
Xiaowu's legs.
Everyone in the audience was shocked. Zhang Qinghu had just pushed his opponent to the edge of the cliff and had the upper hand, but in the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground and screamed.
The other competing Taoist priests had to pause. There was too much movement here, making it impossible to continue this round.
Master Wu Miao flew onto the stage with a dark face, followed by Alchemist Chihong. Master Wu Miao was only Zhang Qinghu's master in name, but it was Alchemist Chihong who actually taught him how to practice swordsmanship.
When Chihong saw his apprentice howling and rolling on the ground without caring about his face, he was so angry that his eyes were split open. He yelled, drew his sword and stabbed Guo Song in the chest.
Guo Song calmly made a sealing move, then raised Chihong's sword away. Chihong was caught off guard and felt a strong pull outward. He could not hold the sword, and it flew away from his hand.
After flying several feet away, Chi Hong was stunned and his face turned red in an instant.
"Son of a bitch!"
He couldn't keep his face anymore, cursed lowly, clenched his fists and lunged fiercely at Guo Song.
There was an eagle call in mid-air, and the little eagle roared and swooped down towards Chihong. Guo Song was so anxious that he waved his hand, and a small stone shot out of the air and flew over the head of the little eagle.
Only then did the little eagle realize that its master didn't want its help. It folded its wings and flew past Chi Hong's head.
At this time, there were boos all around, saying that Zixiao was a protector, and today they saw that they could kill people, but no one was allowed to touch them.
Gan Lei was furious, jumped up on the high platform and shouted angrily: "Chihong Warlock, you are still shameless!"
"Chihong, stop!"
Master Wu Miao's face was ashen. He just pinched Zhang Qinghu's leg bone and it shattered into at least twenty pieces. This was not broken with the blade of the sword, but by hitting Zhang Qinghu's thigh with the sword spine, and it was possible to break it.
The opponent actually used a bladeless wooden sword.
In addition, he knew very well what kind of martial arts Chihong was. Although Chihong underestimated the enemy, no matter how much he underestimated the enemy, the sword in his hand was knocked away by the opponent's sword. This kind of swordsmanship was probably something he couldn't even do. Let Wu
Master Miao was secretly shocked.
Although Master Wu Miao is not the master of Xuanhu Palace, he is the master in charge of Xuanhu Palace sent by Zixiao Tiangong. He has a high status in Xuanhu Palace. When he spoke, Chihong had no choice but to stop and stared at Guo fiercely.
After hearing the song, he didn't dare to pick up his sword, turned around, jumped off the stage and left.
Gan Lei stepped forward and said to Guo Song: "Junior brother, let's go down!"
Guo Song sheathed his sword, and the two of them turned to leave. Master Wu Miao said solemnly: "You want to just walk away after you cripple my apprentice?"
Gan Lei said with a smile: "Guo Song did not mean to hurt anyone. He just failed to retract his sword quickly, which led to accidental injuries. Qingxuguan deeply apologizes for this. The competition continues. Now let's invite the eleventh round of martial arts to take the stage."
He returned the words that Master Wu Miao had said before unchanged. There was laughter all around, and someone shouted: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps. How shameless is Xuanwu Palace?"
Some people also shouted: "If you get injured during the competition, it is within the rules. If Xuanwu Palace breaks the rules, we won't compete."
"Yes! We won't compete anymore."
Hundreds of young gangsters shouted angrily and were about to leave.
Guo Song then said calmly to Master Wu Miao: "Master Wu Miao, the results of the other seven games in the tenth round have not been announced yet, please continue!"
After saying that, Guo Song turned around and walked off the stage with Gan Lei.
Seeing that public anger was hard to come by, Master Wu Miao had no choice but to hold back the anger in his heart and told the presiding Taoist priest: "I will go and treat him, and you continue to preside!"
He picked up Zhang Qinghu and flew away.
The Taoist priest came to the stage and said loudly: "It was the tenth round just now, and the competition will continue for the other seven!"
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The game continued, and Gan Lei asked Guo Song in a low voice: "Did you break Zhang Qinghu's leg bone?"
Guo Song shook his head and said with a faint smile: "I just smashed his thigh bone."
Gan Lei was stunned for a moment, damn, his junior brother was actually more vicious than him.
He immediately gave a thumbs up, "High! This is a hundred times more painful than killing him. He will only be able to drag a lame leg for the rest of his life."
"Will he have another life?"
Guo Song sneered, "A villain like Zhang Qinghu who bullies others willfully will be fine if he remains strong, but once he becomes a useless person, will those who have been bullied let him go?"
Gan Lei nodded, "You are right, the Taoist priest of Xuanhu Palace has always been vengeful, ruthless, and will not raise useless people. Zhang Qinghu will not live long."
The two brothers were talking, but Mu Zhenren appeared in front of them. He gave Gan Lei a hard slap on the scalp and said, "Your second round of martial arts competition is about to begin, and you are still chatting here!"
Gan Lei covered his head and screamed, then ran away towards the west direction of the competition platform.
Guo Song quickly bowed to Master Mu and said, "Master, my disciple injured Zhang Qinghu just now!"
Master Mu nodded and said calmly: "I already know. Master Wu Miao just sent someone to find me. There must be a clear explanation for this matter. Come with me!"