The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 243 Seven Star Messenger Sends Big Gift

The tip of Master Jingding's sword was about to reach his chest, there was a sudden "dang", the wrist shook, and the long sword was swung away.

I saw a man standing beside me with a sword in his hand, and shouted:
"Master Dingjing, please don't seek short-sightedness, our friends from the Songshan Sect are here!"

He blocked his own long sword.

Before he could finish his sentence, he could only hear the sharp sound of weapons clashing, and more than ten people who were lying in the dark jumped out one after another, fighting with the seven members of the Demon Cult.

Mrs. Dingjing escaped from death, her spirits lifted, and she immediately stepped forward to pursue and kill her with a sword.

But seeing those people in Songshan fighting two against one, the seven members of the Devil's Cult were at a disadvantage. Seeing that they were outnumbered, the seven members whistled in unison and retreated from the south.

Master Dingjing chased after him with a sword in his hand, the wind rang in his face, and more than ten hidden weapons on the eaves were fired at the same time.

Mrs. Dingjing raised her long sword and focused on slapping away the hidden weapons that had been shot one by one.

In the dark night, only the stars and the moon shimmered, and the long sword fluttered, but she heard the sound of tinkling, and she shot down all the dozen or so hidden weapons.

Just being blocked by the hidden weapon, the seven members of the Devil's Cult escaped far away.

I could only hear the man behind me shouting:
"Hengshan School's Wanhua swordsmanship is exquisite and incomparable, today it is an eye-opener for people."

Master Dingjing put his sword into its sheath, and turned around slowly. In an instant, from movement to stillness, a martial arts master who was fighting with swords just now suddenly turned into a humble and kind Youdao nun, He clasped his hands together and saluted, saying:

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhong, for making the rescue."

She recognized the middle-aged man in front of her. He was the younger brother of the left leader of Songshan Sect. His surname was Zhong Mingzhen, and he was nicknamed "Nine-curved Sword". This was not because the blade he used was a curved long sword, but to compliment the changes in his sword sect. Unpredictable, unpredictable.

Back then at the Taishan Riguan Peak Five Sacred Sword Sect Conference, Master Dingjing once had a relationship with him.

Among the other Songshan School figures, she also has three or four acquaintances.

Zhong Zhen clasped his fists in return, smiled and said:

"Master Dingjing is one against seven, fighting against the Demon Sect's 'Seven Star Messenger'. As expected, his swordsmanship is superb. I admire him. I admire him."

Master Dingjing pondered:
"It turns out that these seven guys are called 'Seven Star Messenger'."

She didn't want to appear ignorant, so she didn't ask any more questions at the moment, thinking that it would not be too late to inquire in the future, since she knew their names, it would be easy to handle.

Songshan sent other people to come to salute one by one, two of them were Zhong Zhen's junior disciples, and the rest were disciples of the lower generation.

Master Dingjing returned the gift and said:

"I'm ashamed to say that I, the Hengshan Sect, came to Fujian this time, and the dozens of disciples I brought out suddenly disappeared in this town. Brother Zhong, when did you all come to Nianbapu? Have you seen some clues, Is it for the old nun to track down?"

She thought that these people from the Songshan School had long been hiding by the side, but they had to wait until she was exhausted and killed herself with a sword. This was out of rescue, and it was obvious that she wanted to make a fool of herself first, and then show their prestige, and she was very displeased. .

It's just that the sudden disappearance of dozens of female disciples is really important, and I have to ask them. If it is her personal matter, she would rather die than ask these people for help. At this time, I asked Zhong Zhen This sound, that is the most grievance.

Zhong Zhen said:
"The demon sect's demons are full of tricks and tricks. They know that the master's martial arts are outstanding and it is difficult to defeat the enemy, so he secretly plots and captures all the disciples of the noble sect. There is no need to worry, the master. Although the demon sect is bold, he will not dare to attack immediately when he is expected. Harming all the junior sisters of your sect. Let’s go down and discuss the strategy to save people.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand and asked her to leave the room.

Master Dingjing nodded and jumped to the ground, followed by Zhong Zhen and others.

Zhong Zhen walked west and said:
"I'll lead the way."

After walking a few dozen feet, he turned north and came to the Xian'an Inn. He opened the door and went in, saying:

"Master, let's discuss here."

One of his two apprentices was named "Shenbian" Deng Bagong, and the other was named "Golden Hair Lion" Gao Kexin. The three of them led Mrs. Dingjing into a large upper room, lit candles, and sat down among the guests and hosts.

After the disciples offered tea, they retreated. Gao Kexin turned around and closed the door...

The words were divided into two parts, but he said that the so-called "Seven-Star Messenger" of the Demon Sect had just rushed out of the end of the street, and suddenly his eyes flashed. A man in brocade clothes, dragging a long sword upside down, suddenly appeared in front of him.

Naturally it was Wu Zhai, he sneered and said:

"Hide your head and show your tail, what are you saying about the Seven Star Messenger of the Demon Cult? I think they are just seven old dogs raised by Zuo Lengchan. They are not afraid of death, why don't they kneel down and beg for mercy?"

The two people standing at the west end were both in their fifties, their facial muscles seemed stiff at first, showing no signs of joy or anger, but after hearing Wu Zhai's words, they couldn't help but fly into a rage.

The figure flashed, and the two of them stretched out their swords and stabbed them at his left and right shoulders respectively.

On one side of Wu Zhai's body, he turned around like the wind, and attacked the very tall man in the east. Iron plate, raised the plate and threw it at his sword.

Wu Zhai's long sword had already circled around, and with a "chi" sound, it stabbed an old man on the left side. The old man stretched out his left hand and grabbed the blade of his sword. Under the moonlight, he could faintly see black gloves on his hand, presumably it was a sword. Only then did he dare to grab the long sword with his bare hands.

Wu Zhai backed away again, went around, and found that the martial arts of these seven people were not weak, he was happy in his heart, he raised his voice and said with a smile:

"Heroes, this gift is very sincere, thank you little brother!"

With a sway, he rushed into the battle group. At this time, under his vigorous urging, stepping on the Triassic Cloud really looked like a ghost, elusive.Seeing the flash of the long sword, "chi chi chi" sounded seven times in a row, cutting off the wrists of seven people respectively, and seven weapons fell to the ground one after another.

This was like lightning, and it was completely different from Wu Zhai's previous display of strength. The seven people were horrified, and before they could cry out in pain, a phantom passed before their eyes, and the dumb acupoint was sealed, let alone resisting. Several large acupoints all over the body were tapped, and the seven of them fell to the ground one by one, with blood bubbling from the broken wrists...

Wu Zhai stood with his hands behind his back, looking at them with a smile, like a feast of gluttonous food.

In this way, you are not afraid of them resisting or escaping, so you can relax and enjoy it slowly.

Grabbed a person casually, pressed his hands on his dantian, and started to use the star-absorbing method. The person twitched all over, his eyes turned white, and his internal energy poured out like a flood bursting a bank...

Not long after, Wu Zhai let go of his palm, the man's essence was exhausted, his face was like gold paper, his breath was like gossamer, he couldn't hold on for long, the other six people were all terrified when they saw this, but they couldn't move and trembled .

Wu Zhai sneered, and did the same thing, but after a meal, the "Seven Star Envoys" dedicated their entire lives, and Wu Zhai ended their suffering with a wave of his long sword.

Wipe off the blood from the sword on their clothes, put the sword back into the sheath with a "clang" sound, step on three folded clouds, and head towards Xian'an inn where Master Dingjing and Songshan School members are staying...

(End of this chapter)