Sealing Sword

Wuwei unsheathed abruptly, Xuansu raised his hand and stabbed straight out with the sword without the slightest hesitation.However, the knife was like a hook around the sword, and slid down, but with a sharp sound, Leng Feng had cut Xuan Su's finger holding the sword.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xuansu flipped his wrist, Wuwei shook off the sword flower, and made three turns in an instant, the crescent-like scimitar was thrown out, and it just fell back into the master's hand.

This fight was ups and downs, the two disciples around Xuan Su felt that their eyes were blurred, and they were pushed out of the battle circle by Xuan Su's backhand palm.But when he kicked his feet, it was like a flying swallow stepping onto the ring, his eyes froze, before he could stand still, he struck out with a sword.

Only then did the two disciples realize that there was someone hiding in a blind spot under the arena just now. After being discovered by Xuan Su, the opponent raised his hand and threw a weapon, but turned around and rushed straight to the elevated frame. If Xuan Su made a move One more slow beat, and Zhao Qing's head will be taken by him.

This sword strike was fierce, and the opponent was in mid-air and had nowhere to draw strength, so naturally it was not easy to take his move forcefully.But seeing him lift his foot a little bit on the wooden frame, the tall wooden frame shook twice, and his body also relieved the force, his left hand grabbed a bamboo pole and circled around to avoid Xuan Su's sword, but the right hand holding the knife went against the trend With one turn, the scimitar was like a crescent moon rotating, and it slashed at Xuansu's arm!

When there was no time left, Xuan Su withdrew his hand and turned back, raised the flute pipe with his left hand, and the blade caught the flute pipe.Both sides made a vigorous move, but there was no stalemate, Xuan Su drew back his sword but did not stop, his elbows crossed a half circle, the sword edge turned back again, this time stabbing under the flute, if the man hadn't hit his head On the contrary, I'm afraid it will be poked into the eye socket.

The sword fell to the ground, Xuan Su pulled back, slapped his palm on the shelf, turned over suddenly, landed on a higher place, and looked down at the uninvited guest below.

It was a woman in blue, she was not young, and she was dressed in a foreign style. When she looked up, she raised her eyelids, and even though she was in a lower position, she still showed a trace of arrogance.

Xuan Su asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Entering the arena in the middle of the night to take the top of Zhao Qing is not in line with the rules of the conference. Please think twice and be careful!"

The woman's eyes turned around on him, and finally moved up and landed on the unrecognizable head, her lips curled up: "The mother wants to collect my son's body, why do you care about breaking the rules?"

Xuan Su's pupils shrank - she is Zhao Bing'e!

Before Zhao Bing'e could finish speaking, he chopped down the bamboo pole that Xuan Su was exerting his strength on. Although he dodged in time with his agility, he also missed the opponent's figure.

There was a sudden chill behind Xuansu's body, the blade almost brushed the flesh of his neck, seeing him dodging, Zhao Bingye turned his wrist, and the scimitar also twisted its direction, hooking towards Xuansu's neck like a crescent moon , there is no way to avoid it!

His body skills are like ghosts, and his sword skills are even more elusive. Xuan Su has no way to avoid it in this flash of lightning.Wuwei inserted between the blade and the neck from bottom to top to block it. His right elbow bent back and hit Zhao Bingye's palm. The two internal energies collided, and Xuansu felt a chill run from his elbow. Without daring to be careless in the slightest, the Wuwei sword slammed open the blade, and stepped on a wrong step to escape from it.

The space on the wooden frame was limited, Xuan Su knew that he was no match for Zhao Bingmo's cunning, so he turned over and fell down.Seeing that he had already reached out to pick up the wooden cage where the human head was hanging, Xuansu didn't care that he hadn't settled down yet, his legs hung upside down and clamped the wooden stake that made up the backbone of the wooden frame, he clasped Wuwei backhand and inserted it into it, cooperating with the internal force to break and twist.

The next moment, Dan heard a cracking sound, sawdust flying, and the stake was broken open by him!

The wooden frame was out of balance, Zhao Bingye's body flickered, and his subordinates lost their aim, but Xuansu inserted the sword in his hand downwards to stabilize his upside-down body, and his internal force concentrated on his legs, and he managed to shake off the broken upper half of the wooden frame !

Although there is only one human head hanging on this wooden frame, in order to facilitate the fight for the championship among martial arts fighters, a wooden stake with a thick bowl mouth was specially used as the backbone, and several bamboo poles were used to build it vertically and horizontally. It's not light, not to mention there is a big living person up there.

Zhao Bingmo gritted his teeth at this moment, and flew forward to grab the wooden cage, ignoring the heavy blow of the overturned bamboo pole on his back, and slashed open the chaotic wood with a knife. Here comes the sword.

In the past 20 years, I have rarely gone out of my way. I don’t know how many times the sun and the moon have changed in the world.

The smile on the corner of Zhao Bing'e's mouth deepened, and his eyes became colder.

The sword of Wuwei was about to fall, but Xuansu suddenly saw a blur - the moon was not bright in the sky, but there was a cold moon flying down in front of him.

That moon shadow, curved like a hook, was both cold and cold, and it suddenly split into twelve rounds of crescents in the near moment, and the strong wind paved the surface, which was painful to the skin.

This is not the shadow of the moon at all, but the light of the knife. The twelve lights of the knife disappear like the moonlight, but only one knife is hidden in the void.

However, in this instant, who can see through the reality?

One strike was real, eleven strikes were false, this desperate move broke through Wuwei's offense and defense, and slashed at Xuan Su's body without any tricks.

The blade pierced into the flesh, and the tip embedded into the right shoulder, almost drawing out a bloody tendon.Xuansu's face turned pale, his breath was mixed with blood and choked in his throat, but his left hand suddenly lifted, his fingers turned into claws like a phantom, and it was dunked into Zhao Bing'e's arm holding the knife.

That's right, it's buckling in.

Fingers piercing into flesh and blood is like piercing into tofu, it is so easy that there is no hindrance, Zhao Bing'er's face changed drastically, the blade turned to face him, and at the same time, he bent his knee and lifted it to collide with Xuansu's knee, the two finally lost in mid-air Losing their strength, they both fell and landed on the ring.

His back hit the ground, even though Xuansu rolled on the spot and let go of the force, his throat was so shocked, his shoulders were numb with a headache, the wound was so deep, but not much blood flowed.

He didn't feel lucky, the wound was piercingly cold, the blood of the whole right arm was condensed, it was the yin and cold inner force attached to the knife that invaded the meridians, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Xuan Su abruptly swallowed back the blood rushing to his throat, touched the big acupoint on his shoulder, stood up with his left hand holding the sword, and looked at Zhao Bing'e coldly.

Young people are the most energetic, always thinking that one day they will be able to stand upright and overthrow clouds and rain. For this reason, they regard thousands of trials and tribulations as tempering, wishing to develop a body of iron bones, which cannot be broken by any wind from east to west.

What's more, he is a disciple of Ji Qingyan, the host, and the sixth head of the Supreme Palace. In the future, he will bear the honor and disgrace of hundreds of disciples of a sect.

Their fight seemed to be slow but fast, several rounds only took less than a cup of tea, the two disciples under the stage rushed over, one on the left and the other on the right in front of Xuan Su, with the long sword unsheathed at his waist, Pointing at Zhao Bing'e.

The forearm of Zhao Bingye's right hand was torn off half of the flesh by Xuan Sushi's grab, the blue sleeve couldn't stop the blood from spreading, she endured the pain, and also changed the scimitar to her left hand, holding the wooden cage in her right hand, gently Smiled lightly: "Little Taoist, what a hot hand."

"Senior's knife is even more ruthless." Xuansu's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He subconsciously raised the back of his hand to wipe it off, and what he felt was damp and cold - the half mask that had been covered with flesh all the year round, when the knife was forced on it just now It was thrown out and I don't know where it landed.

His hands froze immediately.

The two disciples turned their backs to him, and they didn't know what expression Xuan Su had on his face at this moment, but only Zhao Bing'e could see it clearly.

It should be a very beautiful face, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, bold nose and smiling lips, like running water after the spring ice melts, cold and gentle.However, the weather was not good, his left cheek was covered with scars from the corner of his forehead to his cheekbones, which should be burns that had been burned for a long time, and they had festered long ago, leaving behind a hideous grudge.

Zhao Bingye stared at that face, making Xuan Su feel a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help opening his mouth: "Senior Zhao, you want to take back the son's head and bury him. I have a duty in my body, and I can't let you go until I do my best, I've offended you."

"Little Taoist priest, how about we have a discussion?" Zhao Bing'e smiled slightly, "You let me take Qing'er away, and I will tell you a secret, okay?"

Xuan Su didn't even hesitate at all, shook his head and said, "No."

"Pedantic." Zhao Bing'e snorted coldly, the next moment he slid his feet, approached suddenly, and cut Xuansu's throat with a machete.The two disciples who stood in front of him were not weak in martial arts. They crossed their swords and held the scimitar together.

The two had a tacit understanding, the two swords sometimes went forward and back, and in a blink of an eye they turned left and right, combining hardness and softness, complementing the virtual and the real, using the word "sticky" to fight her, not forcefully resisting.Xuan Su looked on coldly, although Zhao Bing'e was restrained at the moment, he didn't intend to rush to kill him when he made a move, which was quite strange.

She is... No!

Xuan Su was shocked suddenly, there was such a big commotion here, there was no reason why the two disciples who stayed outside the courtyard could not notice it!

"retreat!"

Before the words were finished, six men in black appeared on the wall, occupying three sides, bowing their bows and nodding their arrows, and the next moment the arrows flew out!

These six people are all good archers, the arrows were shot almost at the same time, aiming at the head and the vital points of the chest respectively.Although the two disciples' sword skills were fast, the arrow was in front of them in an instant, so fast that it was too late to even raise their hands.

In a blink of an eye, Xuan Su has already stepped forward, the outer robe he took off was swelled up by his internal force, he flicked it, and swung the arrow away.

At this moment, Zhao Bing'e didn't take the opportunity to go up, but flew to the wall with the wooden cage in hand, reached into his bosom to find something, and threw it up in the air!

"Not good!" Xuan Su breathed out his inner breath, caught his eye, kicked up a piece of bamboo tube and threw it at the thing, but unfortunately he was a step too late.

The faint blue fireworks exploded in the night, just as a strong wind blew up on the ground, and the clouds surged in a hurry.

Xuansu's pupils shrank, and he shouted to his colleagues beside him, "Go!"

"Want to leave now? It's too late!" Zhao Bing'e opened the wooden cage, and carefully held out the human head, with sadness and hatred in his eyes, a creepy smile on the corner of his mouth, and a chill in his voice, " Give me an order, all the hidden stakes will be attacked together, I want this Wuxiang Temple to be left alone!"

As soon as the words fell, another eighteen arrows shot towards him. A disciple couldn't dodge in time, and was pierced by the arrow, and his blood spurted out immediately.

Xuan Su's eyes turned cold, he moved his feet to block in front of the injured, and shouted to the remaining one: "Take him..."

Before he could finish this sentence, the disciple in front of Xuan Su's face changed drastically, and he looked at the sword tip protruding from his abdomen in disbelief.

"Xuan Guan, you—"

The wounded disciple who was protected was stabbed from behind with a sword, if Xuansu hadn't noticed something wrong and dodged a little, this sword would have hit the vital point.

Xuan Su looked sideways at his face, and quickly grabbed it with slightly trembling hands, tearing off a piece of delicately crafted face.

Exactly... when?

Without waiting for the man to make another strike, the Wuwei sword had stabbed back into the fleshy chest with his backhand, Xuansu drew the sword, staggered on his feet and almost knelt down, but this time he finally couldn't help it, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Young Palace Master!" Only then did the remaining disciple wake up, seeing the blood on half of his body, he did not dare to move it, he could only raise his sword to block Xuan Su's face, and saw those archers bent their bows and set their arrows again.

"...Xuan Yan, let's go!" Xuan Su gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to tap the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, and barely stood up straight.

Before he could say another word, the Wuwei Sword in Xuan Su's hand shot out, piercing the throat of a person on the wall like an arrow, and blood spattered everywhere.

As soon as the blow was completed, Xuan Su didn't hesitate any longer, grabbed the disciple called "Xuan Yan" and jumped up to the top of the wall, he raised his hand and landed on the sky cap of the remaining archer, immediately he saw bleeding from all seven orifices.

Xuan Yan's eyes became hot, and he almost shed tears on the spot, but he also knew that he would be a drag if he didn't leave, so he turned over and jumped off the high wall, and saw that the two fellow disciples who were guarding the door had also become corpses, but he didn't dare to stay, and mentioned The internal force rushed into the lush forest and bamboo on the side, and there was no one in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Su heard the whistling of the wind behind his ears, and knew that there were still people chasing him, but unfortunately he had no more energy left to intervene now, so he drew out his blood-stained Wuwei sword and charged forward again, like a nimble black cat flying over the eaves and walls, and finally forced Zhao In front of the ice moth.

The shoulder wound was almost frozen, and the hot blood from the newly injured abdomen seemed to be implicated and condensed. His whole body was chilled, and he couldn't help feeling a little dazed the moment he saw Zhao Bing'e.

That was the self who was lying in some icy cold place so many years ago that I can't remember...

He was in a trance for only a moment, and without hesitation, the Wuwei sword passed through the scimitar and stably rested on the side of Zhao Bing'e's neck.

It's a pity that he no longer has the strength to advance an inch.

Zhao Bing'e dropped the human head and naturally freed up one hand.

That hand also landed on the side of Xuansu's neck, and pressed the Baihui acupoint with some inner strength. It was like putting a touch of cinnabar on a beauty's makeup lightly, but at this moment it seemed that the last breath of the spine had been removed. With a tense tendon, Yushan collapsed in a blink of an eye.

Xuan Su's eyes went dark, he didn't even have time to react, his mind was swept by confusion, and he fainted.

But he didn't fall down the courtyard wall, but was firmly supported by a pair of hands.

Zhao Bing'e put the scimitar back into its sheath, and rubbed his fingers over the long-term scars on his face. The expression on his face was changing, all kinds of sorrow and joy surged in an instant, and finally returned to the indifference of Gujing.