People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

Zhang Wuwei stretched his left foot forward, bent his right leg, and slowly retreated his long sword like a wave.

Wrapped and pumped, three vigor burst out, constantly pulling the true energy of the blood knife.

This machete is most suitable for chopping, and it is fast.

One knife after another completely covered up its flaws.

If you want to beat him, the best way is to strike short, but the blood knife ancestor didn't give him the slightest chance.

Clinging tightly to Zhang Wuwei, the blood-red shadow of the knife surged forward like a giant wave.

The people watching were terrified, imagining how they would respond if they were themselves.

After thinking about it, I had to give up decadently.

If they were, they would be cut into pieces in the next second.

Zhang Wuwei is like a flat boat in a storm, heaving and falling in the waves.

Walk with the wind, let your sword move to the sky, and I will not move when I am in danger.

The several major priests in Wanyan Mansion were swallowing and spitting, but just now he was fighting with this kind of monster?
Touched his own throat, it was great that he was not killed.

Ouyang Ke's face was the most pale. His uncle Ouyang Feng kept telling him that there are mountains beyond mountains.

Urge him to practice martial arts, but he doesn't believe it, he thinks he is among the younger generation, no, count among the older generation.

He can also be regarded as a master of the party, relying on his uncle's name, he has been doing evil all the time.

When I saw it today, I had to lower my proud head.

Zhang Wuwei looked younger than him, how could his martial arts be so much better than him?

Even compared to his uncle, Ouyang Feng, the West Poison, one of the five wonders in the world, is there not much difference?

The scimitar of the ancestor of the blood knife danced more and more anxiously. He knew that if the knife slowed down, Zhang Wuwei's long-prepared sharp blow must meet him.

Zhang Wuwei swung his long sword unhurriedly, deflecting, turning, and folding.

With all the strength of Tai Chi, the countless sword winds were all pulled and deflected by him, collided with each other, and silently dissipated in the air.

Intangible true energy surrounds him, forming an impenetrable Tai Chi ball.

Just waiting, the ancestor of the blood knife let out his momentum.

That was his thunderbolt.

Both sides in the battle know what each other thinks, and what they are fighting now is their will.

Let's see if it was the ancestor of Xuedao who couldn't hold back the sword, or whether Zhang Wuwei couldn't hold back Tai Chi and was broken.

Another three breaths.

The people watching were extremely nervous, staring at both sides of the battle without moving.

Sweating profusely and didn't wipe it off.

Soon, soon.

Zhang Wuwei's Tai Chi has been torn apart, and it looks like it will shatter in the next second.

But the ancestor of the blood knife couldn't hold on anymore, and the knife stopped.

In an instant, a golden light appeared in front of everyone's eyes, making people have to squint their eyes.

A resounding dragon chant resounded in the ears, and everyone's eyes widened in shock.

Looking towards the two sides of the battle, I saw that the two were very close.

Zhang Wuwei inserted the Yitian sword from the blood knife ancestor's shoulder, pierced through the entire chest, and inserted it from the back.

Pointing obliquely to the sky.

tick-

tick-

Blood dripped to the ground, causing everyone's hearts to rise to their throats.

The ancestor of the blood knife grinned evilly: "Boy, you are still a little tender."

It turned out that at the last moment, the ancestor of the blood knife was raising his true energy and did not use it to attack.

On the contrary, under his own heart, Zhang Wuwei's sword was slightly deflected, which is why the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the sky.

Then, the muscles pinched, locked the blade tightly, and slapped out with one palm.

tick-

Blood dripped from the corner of Zhang Wuwei's mouth, he had underestimated the heroes of the world.

Ever since his mastery of swordsmanship, he has been somewhat complacent. This palm made him realize that there are still many masters and many martial arts in this world, waiting for him to discover.

"Thank you."

Zhang Wuwei groaned.

The blood knife ancestor frowned,
The zhenqi in the palm erupted instantly, but unfortunately it was still a step too late.

Zhang Wuwei's body twisted as if he had no bones, Tai Chi cares about his body, he not only knows Tai Chi, but also Tai Chi Sword.

The zhenqi in him has long been converging with yin and yang, moving at will.

Remove most of the strength, move, block, pound, and combine the three forces into one.

"boom!"

There was a crackling sound in the air, Zhang Wuwei raised his left leg and kicked forward vigorously.

"Boom!"

The ancestor of the blood knife moved his legs together very quickly.

But it was still a little slow, a strong force passed through his flesh and blood to the softest part of the human body.

His eyes instantly bulged, bloodshot, staring at Zhang Wuwei.

"Okay, you're fine!"

But he didn't want to, another strong force suddenly came, breaking his legs open abruptly.

Hit the nail on the head.

Inch strength, within a square inch, exert force freely.

"Cuckoo-"

The Blood Knife Patriarch let out a roar of unknown meaning from his throat, obviously suffering from extreme pain and extreme hatred.

The corner of Zhang Wuwei's mouth raised, he flew up into the air, and he threw his right foot out, hitting the sea of ​​Qi in the dantian of the ancestor of the blood knife.

Breaking his zhenqi circulation, he drew out the Yitian sword.

A blood arrow drew a perfect arc in the sky and fell to the ground.

The ancestor of Xuedao didn't say a word, just covered his wound and stared at Zhang Wuwei.

That look was as cold and ruthless as a poisonous snake.

At a glance, people feel that their hairs are standing on their backs, like falling into hell.

Zhang Wuwei raised his head and smiled, looking straight at him without fear: "I'll wait for you, come to take revenge."

The Yitian sword returned to its sheath, turned around and led the crowd away.

No one dared to step forward to stop them, they backed away one after another, just quietly watching Zhang Wuwei take away the princess.

When he was far away, Zhang Wuwei's body softened and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

How could this blood knife ancestor's personal ultimate move be so easy to attract.

Everyone surrounded in panic.

Zhang Wuwei wiped off the blood: "Find a place, I need to rest for a while."

Guo Jing quickly picked up Zhang Wuwei, found an inn, put him down, and ran out quickly to buy medicines as instructed.

Looking at Zhang Wuwei who was slowly healing his injuries.

Everyone walked around anxiously, one was grateful to Zhang Wuwei for standing up for him, and the other was afraid that Zhang Wuwei might make a mistake.

If Zhang Wuwei loses this, everyone present counts, and no one can resist the blood knife ancestor of the great master.

No, even those innate priests in Wanyan Mansion can make them unable to eat.

"how is it going?"

Mu Nianci grabbed Guo Jing's empty hands: "Where's the medicine?"

Guo Jing bowed his head: "I have traveled all over Zhongdu, but I still haven't bought the medicine that Second Brother Zhang said."

"They were sold out first by others."

Huang Rong yelled, "No!"

Looking out nervously: "I'm afraid we have been exposed."

Everyone understood in an instant, they were at a loss, and said at a loss: "What should I do?"

At this time Zhang Wuwei opened his eyes: "Nothing."

"The ancestor of the blood knife was also seriously injured, and the others are nothing to worry about."

"you're awake?"

Everyone gathered around anxiously: "How is it, is the injury serious?"

Zhang Wuwei said calmly: "Just rest for a while, it will be fine."

"Now, we need a quiet place."

Looking up at Huang Rong, Huang Rong instantly understood: "Wanyan Mansion!"