beg for chivalry

Before the words were finished, Yasha and Raksha shot suddenly.

It's just that the moves the two of them used at this time were completely different from the previous ones when they confronted the enemy.Previously, Yasha's fingerings were chaotic and arbitrary, but now he showed a different kind of caution.She opened the bow with both hands, wiped lightly with her left hand, and stabbed with her right hand, stabbing at the Golden Crow just like plucking a guqin.

And the Golden Crow also swung the broken knife, and his body disappeared quickly.At this time, the effect of the blood bitterness medicine had expired, his body burst out with knife-cutting pain, like thousands of iron drills piercing deeply in the flesh and blood.The hot air was poured into the wound on the skin, and the whole body seemed to be roasted in the fire.He roared with all his strength, and blood froth gushed out of his mouth.

Ming Hongzhu clutched the bleeding wound, looked at Zuo Buzheng, and said in a voiceless voice: "She is using the fingering technique from the immemorial legacy!"

Wu Wugong stared at Jinwu, and said in astonishment: "This is the saber technique!"

What Zuo Buzheng used was exactly the method of playing the qin in the ancient books of the Song Dynasty, but sometimes he looked like a phoenix holding a book, sometimes like a falling geese flying flowers, his movements were gentle and elegant, but when he dropped his fingers, there was a murderous look.

And what Jin Wu used at this time was not any Jianghu saber technique, but the most solid and unpretentious saber technique.Every strike and stroke is orderly, sometimes it moves like thunder, and sometimes it is as stable as a rock.When the frontier army faced the Mughal cavalry, they were mainly on the defensive, pressing down and chopping the horse's legs. At this time, Jinwu also held a knife in both hands, and firmly caught the number finger that was attacking from the left.In the light of rain and swords, the two of them fought more than ten times in an instant.

This is the sword technique taught to him by Ning Yuanhou.

Jin Wu swung his saber at Yasha to kill, blood droplets burst out from the chapped wound and scattered in the air.At this time, not only the pain in the body, but also all the dormant poisons in the internal organs burst out.His body seemed to be flowing with hot iron, and his bones creaked under the heavy pressure.

At this moment, he no longer had time to remember those strange sword moves, he was in too much pain, and could only recall the most familiar sword skills that had been engraved in his heart.He thought of his father holding his hand, rubbing his rough fingertips on the back of his hand.At that time, he was still in the Golden Mansion, slamming his knife at the wooden stake that was a head taller with a sad face, and his eye socket was blacked out by the rolling bamboo arm.

At that time, Marquis Ningyuan smiled and said to him: "Remember this saber technique, Jinwu."

"Why, dad?" Little Jinwu pouted unconvinced, "If I use this way of sabering, I will always be beaten by others, like a coward!"

"This is the way to kill people. A knife that can really kill people never needs any complicated moves. After the tip of the knife is out of the sheath, there is only one place to go, and that is the heart of the opponent." Ning Yuanhou said with a smile, "But I I don’t want you to kill people, so I grant you this saber technique, I only ask you to save your life.”

The cold and cool knife light flashed sharply in the rain of begonia flowers, like a white rainbow, it suddenly separated the floating flowers and soft wind.

All the tricks and moves from that time are now in my mind.In a trance, the billowing fire seemed to turn into a gentle spring breeze, his broken and bleeding hands seemed to be gently lifted by the palms of Ning Yuanhou, and the souls of his father and mother seemed to still wander beside him, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Zuo Buzheng's expression turned fierce, he suddenly grabbed the back of the saber with one hand, stabbed two fingers with the other hand, and directly attacked Jinwu's forehead.

"This saber technique... is ordinary, but it's really disgusting!" She suddenly shouted loudly, showing a rare look of boredom and ruthlessness.It was because she seemed to have glimpsed the figure of General Zhen Guo ten years ago in this young man.Their eyes were also clear and resolute, as if they contained the determination to see death as home.

She was caught off guard, and Jinwu was in severe pain at this time, so it was difficult to dodge and block for a while.Seeing that the sharp fingertip was about to poke his remaining eye, a loud shout suddenly came from the side:

"Golden Crow, get out of the way!"

Wu Wugong stabbed out his heart with a sword, pointing directly at Yacha Yutang acupoint.His face was red and swollen, and the veins on his face were protruding, it was obvious that he had used his whole life's skills.This sword uses the two realms of burning rhinoceros and ecstasy at the same time. It not only seeks to see the fire clearly, but also dances this sword so that people are frightened.The sword light is like a meteor and a cold moon, cold and quiet.

After shouting, Wu Wugong was sweating coldly.Seeing the critical situation in front of him, he blurted out unconsciously, calling the black-clothed Rakshasa "Golden Crow"!If the heroes of the Jianghu blame themselves for having an affair with treacherous people and beat themselves as sinners, then the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance will definitely not be secure.

But Wu Wugong glanced over, and saw that everyone present looked anxious, watching Yasha's every move.The so-called enemy didn't care about details before, and now everyone is eagerly looking forward to someone who can bring down Yaksha. As long as there is such a person who can do this, what does it matter if he is an evil ghost Rakshasa?

Jun Tianjian stabbed with the sword, Yasha hastily stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the sword.It's just that the Juntian sword cut the iron like mud, and immediately cut off the fingertips of her hand.There was a clanking sound, and the iron fingertip shattered to the ground, exposing her mutilated half of the palm.

Seeing that her palm was incomplete, everyone couldn't help but secretly startled. At the same time, they thought to themselves, what kind of powerful person is there in this world who can cut off half of her palm?

It's just that the sword was pinched by her broken half palm, and she was determined not to advance any further.Wu Wugong's face was dripping with cold sweat, he saw that although the tip of the sword pierced a crack on the left mirror, it seemed to be firmly clamped by the mountain, unable to move.

In desperation and desperation, he had no choice but to retreat with his sword, and heard an extremely faint cry from beside him.

"Uncle Wu..."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Raksha gasped and said softly. "...Thank you."

Looking at the Raksha ghost covered in bruises, Wu Wugong felt like a thorn in his throat for a moment.He rolled his throat a few times, speaking with difficulty. "You... well, saving lives is supposed to be the righteous way of martial arts, but today Wu Mou actually saved a Houtianlou evil ghost..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Wugong suddenly saw Luo Sha knelt down, panting for breath while leaning on the broken knife in his hand.Jin Wu raised his blood-stained face and said intermittently, "Uncle Wu...I...I'm not going to live long."

While speaking, the Raksha ghost articulated with blood overflowing.Wu Wugong originally thought that he was scheming and wanted to pretend to be ill to bluff others, but seeing that he seemed to be enduring great pain, he couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart.

"Golden Crow... Sigh, I don't know if I should call you that..." Wu Wugong sighed three times, "Alas, alas! Wu has often been poked at the spine and scolded insane all his life, so he might as well go blind again! What do you want to say to me?"

Luo Sha said: "Please... the abbot of Fazang Temple set up the five magic circles again, and according to what Mizhenzi said... attack Yacha Xuanji, Yutang and other acupoints."

He was short of breath and his green eyes were loose, but he still insisted on saying: "There are five main positions in the five magic circles, and five people need to be guarded."

Abbot Lang Si trembled beside him and said: "Yes, yes. The old monk asked all the disciples to form the five-dharma formation, but it was not as good as before. The reason is that the five-dharma formation should have been occupied by the abbot of the Wutai monk, and the main position is not the skill. Those who are deep can't guard it."

Jin Wu said: "According to what future generations see, the seat of mind should be Abbot Langsi, the seat of color is Mrs. Hongzhu, and the seat of inaction is the head of Mizhenzi. Uncle Wu's seat of heart... can really add to the icing on the cake in the realm of ecstasy .”

When he said these words, Luo Sha coughed a few more times, his body was shaking.

The old abbot showed a look of embarrassment.He scolded Raksha ghosts the most fiercely before, but now because of the same hatred, he also felt that this kid was not as hateful as before, and said:

"This...the benefactor is very reasonable, but there is still one of the five magic circles, called the non-corresponding method. What he said is different from the formless mind method, and also different from the physical and physical method. It is the essence of the universe. Illusory. But if it is placed in the five magic circles, it is at the top of the magic circle."

"First place, isn't that the front of the enemy?" Wu Wugong raised his sword to resist the attacking fingers from the left, and asked hastily.At this time, he only took a few moves from Yaksha, and he already felt that his mind was in a state of confusion and he couldn't take care of himself. If someone was in this unsuitable position, he would have to face the most terrifying demon head.

Abbot Lang Si looked around, his eyes swept over the panicked faces, he felt that there was no one who could face the enemy Yaksha head-on and had profound skills, and he was also secretly anxious.

At this time, Luo Sha could only hear intermittently: "I don't correspond to the position...let me do it."

"You? But you..." Wu Wugong glanced at Luo Sha, only to see that his body was covered with wounds and scars, and a bloodless pale face appeared behind the ghost face, and he was suddenly worried.

Jin Wu said: "Left is wrong, she... dare not kill me."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Sha suddenly coughed violently, blood gushed out of his mouth, and the blood gushed like a spring.Blood dripped from the fangs of the Raksha Ghost Face and spilled all over the ground.

Wu Wugong hastily stretched out his arms, hugged Luosha in his arms, and dodged Yasha's sharp claws.As soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt wet and greasy in the palm, and when he opened his palm again, there was a wet piece of blood in front of his eyes.

"Luo... Luocha... Jinwu!" Wu Wugong shouted in shock.He embraced the golden crow again and backed away. At this time, Abbot Lang Si waved the treasured pestle and led his disciples up. He took advantage of this skill to bring the Rakshasa to the back of the crowd and put it down gently.

Taking advantage of Abbot Langsi's blocking of the gap to the left, Wu Wugong hastily put his fingers on the veins of the Golden Crow's wrist, and his face turned pale with shock.He then lightly pressed his palm against Raksha's blood-soaked chest and abdomen, only to feel that the internal qi was mixed, rushing left and right, the meridians seemed to be completely eroded, and the inside was like a paste.

He didn't know that it was caused by the poison of one taste and one taste, but he also heard that Luo Sha was seriously injured, and then he disappeared in the Jianghu.It's just that Wu Wugong only regarded this matter as a rumor in the market and scoffed at it before, but now that he saw it, he knew it was true.

Luo Sha seemed to have passed out, and after a long time, his knuckles trembled slightly.Wu Wugong was overjoyed and hurriedly asked.

"Golden Crow... you... how are you doing now?"

"..." Jin Wu barely opened his eyelids, breathed weakly and authentically, "It's... okay, I should... be able to stand up..."

Wu Wugong hurriedly said: "Lie down! Wu will go find a few disciples who are proficient in medical theory, and ask them to show you."

"No...necessary." Jinwu smiled weakly, "I can't save..."

If you go to hell and your body is pierced on the mountain of swords, the pain will be nothing more than that.Jin Wu was thinking dazedly at this moment, his eyes were sometimes blood red, and sometimes there was a white light, and his ears were buzzing, as if there were flying mosquitoes and flies gathering around his ears.His body was falling to the ground, as if being gradually swallowed by the swamp.

At this time, a crack was heard suddenly, and the snow-white woman broke through the formation of the crowd like a strong wind, and killed him in front of him.Wu Wugong wanted to draw his sword to face him, but was forced back a few steps by her turning back with a heavy sweep.

Jin Wu felt as if he was being picked up by her.

Zuo Buzheng said softly, "Does it hurt, Jin Wu?"

"If you are still willing to walk with me, I will make you less painful, are you willing?" The woman spread her hands, and Jinwu's only eye caught a glimpse of the vermilion pill in her palm, as coquettish as blood. crystal bright.

"I also worked so hard to get the pills from the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines. If you are willing to worship me from now on, you can give this pills to you." Zuo Buzheng's murmur was as sweet as if dipped in honey.

Jin Wu panted for a while, spat a mouthful of blood foam on her face, and said.

"dream."

Yasha suddenly looked ferocious, and threw him violently with a flick of his hand!Jin Wu felt that he flew straight out, and his back hit the wooden pillar with force, breaking how many wooden sticks he broke.He smashed into the charred ruins, and the overwhelming dust fell down, burying him.

The world seemed to become dark.

Jinwu lay among the pitch-black scorched wood, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, bleeding profusely, and his consciousness gradually faded away.

He thought, indeed, that he was going to die.