Chapter 137: incident

Wu Wei struck out the sheath, Xuan Su did not hesitate, raised his hand and spurted out. However, the knife was like a hook around the sword thorn, sliding down, but with a sharp noise, the cold front had cut the finger of Xuan Su holding the sword.
Without any hesitation, Xuan Su's wrist flipped over, indifferently shaking off the sword flower, and instantaneously making three revolutions, the crescent-like scimitar was thrown out and fell back into the owner's hand.
This time the rabbits fought and fell, and the two disciples beside Xuan Su only felt the flower in front of them, and they were pushed back into the war circle by Xuan Su. But seeing him kicking, it seemed that Feiyan stepped onto the ring, his eyes stricken, and before he could stand, he slashed out with a sword.
Only then did the two disciples realize that Shida had concealed a person in the dead corner under the ring. After being discovered by Xuan Su, the other person raised his hand and threw a sword, but his body turned around and threw himself directly towards the elevated, if Xuan Su moved Another slow shot, Zhao Qing's head will be succeeded.
This sword is coming violently, and the opponent is nowhere to borrow in midair, so naturally it is not easy to pick him up. But when he lifted his foot on the wooden frame a little, the tall wooden frame wobbled twice, and the body also released its force. The left hand grabbed the bamboo pole around it, avoiding the sword of Xuan Su, but the right hand holding the knife was against the trend In one turn, the scimitar is like a crescent moon turning, and it's split towards Xuan Su's arm!
When it was time to let it go, Xuan Su withdrew his hand and returned. When the left-hand flute pipe was raised and blocked, the blade caught the flute pipe. The two sides pressed hard, but there was no stalemate, but Xuan Su's sword did not take any action. The elbow crossed the semi-circle, and the sword edge turned back. This time, it was stabbed under the flute tube. On the other hand, I am afraid I will be poked into the eye socket.
When the sword fell, Xuansu pulled away, his palm slapped on the shelf, and suddenly turned up, fell to a higher place, looking down at the unexpected guest below.
It was a blue woman, not young, dressed in alien style, and raised her eyelids when she looked up, even if she was in the lower position, there was a line of shame.
Xuan Su Shen Sheng asked: "Who is your Excellency? In the middle of the night, he rushed into the ring to take the lead of Zhao Qing, which is inconsistent with the rules of the conference. Please think twice!"
The woman's gaze turned on him, and finally fell on the unrecognizable man's head, with a lip ticked: "The mother-in-law wants to collect my corpse for me, and what rules do you have?"
Xuan Su's pupil shrank-she was Zhao Bingmo!
Before the speech of Zhao Bingmo cut, he cut it off with a knife, and the bamboo pole that Xuan Su focused on was cut off with two cuts. Although he was flexible and timely, he missed the other person's figure.
There was a chill behind him, Xuan Su turned to the side, the blade almost wiped the skin around his neck, and when he saw it, Zhao Bingmo turned his wrist and the machete twisted his direction, like a crescent crooked to Xuan Su's neck , Unavoidable in close proximity!
The body is like ghosts and ghosts, and the swordsmanship is even more haunted. Xuan Su has no way to avoid this electric light and flint. Wuwei inserted from the bottom to the top between the blade and the neck. He hit the elbow with his right hand and bumped it back, exactly against Zhao Bingmo's palm. The two internal forces collided. Xuan Su only felt a chill from his elbow The part penetrated into the bones, and did not dare to carelessly. The Wuwei sword slammed open the blade and stepped out of it with a wrong step.
The space on the wooden frame is limited, and Xuan Su knows that he can't compare Zhao Bing Mo with a tricky body and simply falls over. Seeing that he had reached out to pick up the wooden cage that hung the human head, Xuan Su could not care that he had not settled yet. His legs hung upside down and clamped the wooden pile that built the trunk of the wooden frame.
The next moment, but a crackling sound heard, the wood chips flew, and the pile was broken open by him!
The wooden frame was out of balance, Zhao Bing Mo was swayed, and his men lost their heads. Xuan Su embedded the sword in his hand to stabilize the upside-down body. The internal force was condensed on his legs. !
Although there is only one head hanging on this wooden stand, in order to facilitate the martial arts people to win the championship, a wooden pile with a thick bowl is used as the trunk, and several bamboo poles are erected vertically and horizontally. It ’s not a big deal, let alone a big living person.
Zhao Bingmo was actually clenching his teeth at this moment, and he grabbed the wooden cage with his body, and regardless of the overturned bamboo pole, he smashed it heavily on his back. The sword is coming.
In the past 20 years, there have been few people who have lost sight of the mountain. The world has not changed how many times the sun and the moon have changed, so the old people's news has been broken, and the waves have already shot the seniors on the beach.
Zhao Bingmo has a deeper smile in his mouth and colder eyes.
Wuwei sword is about to fall, but Xuan Su suddenly has a flower in front of him—the sky and moon are unknown, but suddenly Han Yue flew down in front of him.
The moon shadow, curved like a hook, was cold and cold, and suddenly split into twelve round crescents in the near moment.
This is not a moon shadow at all, but a sword light. The twelve swords are as bright as the moon, but there is only one sword that is hidden in reality.
But in the blink of an eye, who can peep through the reality?
With one knife and eleven swords, this one-of-a-kind move broke through the inaction and defense of nothing, and cut onto Xuan Su with no skill.
The blade penetrated into the flesh, and the tip was embedded in the right shoulder, almost drawing a tendon. Xuan Su's face was white, choked with blood in his throat in one breath, but his left hand was suddenly raised, his fingers clawed like phantoms, and he snapped into Zhao Bing Mo's arm holding the knife.
That's right, it was just buckle in.
The finger pierced into the flesh was like wearing into the tofu, so easy to see that there was no hindrance, Zhao Bing Mo's face changed drastically, the blade turned to face him, and at the same time, he bent his knees and collided with Xuan Su's knee, the two finally lost in midair After the back force, they both fell and hit the ring.
The back hit the ground, even though Xuansu rolled away in place, it was shocked so that his throat was sweet, his shoulder headache was numb, the wound was so deep, but there was not much bleeding.
He didn't feel fortunate that the wound was chilling and the blood on the entire right arm was condensed. It was because of the cold inside attached to the knife, which was invading the meridians, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Xuan Su swallowed back the blood pouring into his throat, nodded his shoulders, stood up with his left sword, and looked coldly at Zhao Bing Mo.
Young people have the most heart, always thinking that they can stand up to the ground one day and turn over the clouds and the rain. For this reason, they take all the hardships as a temper. They wish they can develop an iron bone clank, and they can not be destroyed by the winds from east to west.
What's more, he is a disciple of Yan Jiqing, the sixth governor of the Taishang Palace. He will bear the rise and fall of hundreds of disciples in the school, and it will be common to come and go in the water, not to mention to resist an opponent.
Their hands seemed to be slow and fast. In a few rounds, they only took less than a cup of tea. The two disciples from the stage were rushing. They were standing in front of Xuan Su, with a sword around their waists. Pointing directly to Zhao Bing Moth.
Zhao Bingmo's right arm was ripped apart by Xuan Su Shi's life, and the blue sleeves could not stop the spread of blood. She could not bear the pain, and she also changed the scimitar to her left hand, carrying a wooden cage in her right hand, light With a light smile: "Little Taoist, what a spicy hand."
"Senior's knife is even more ruthless." Xuan Su had cold sweat on his forehead. He lifted the back of his hand subconsciously to wipe it, and he felt a piece of wet and cold--the half of the mask covering the skin all year round, when he was forced by a knife just now Was lifted out, do not know where it fell.
The hand suddenly stiffened.
Both disciples turned their backs to him, not knowing the expression on Xuan Su's face at this time, only Zhao Bingmo could see clearly.
That should be a beautiful face, sword eyebrows, staring eyes, gall noses and smiling lips, like the flowing water after Chun Bing melted, cold and gentle. However, God is not beautiful, and his left face is covered with scars from the frontal angle to the cheekbones. It should be a long-term burn, which has long since decayed, leaving a gruesome hatred.
Zhao Bingmo stared at that face, and Xuan Su was a bit uncomfortable, and could not help but open his mouth: "Senior Zhao, you want to take back the head of the son and bury it. The responsibilities are in your body. You can't let you come and go before you're exhausted. Offended. "
"Little Taoist, let's make a discussion, how?" Zhao Bingmo smiled slightly. "You let me take Qing'er, I will tell you a secret, okay?"
Xuan Su didn't even hesitate, and shook his head: "No."
"Sternicity." Zhao Bingmo sneered coldly, sliding at the next moment, approaching suddenly, and the machete cutting towards Xuan Su's throat. The martial arts blocking the two disciples in front of him were not weak. The two crossed their swords and put together their scimitars. At the same time, they clasped their fingers in the palm and charged up, hitting Zhao Bing Mo.
The two were in perfect harmony, and the two swords were one after the other, turning right and left, right and left, right and left, right and left, right and wrong, complementing each other, and fighting with her with the word sticky, not hard to resist. Xuan Su was watching with cold eyes. Although Zhao Bingmo was restrained by one hand at the moment, he did not rush to take his life out of his moves, which was quite strange.
She is ... not right!
Xuan Su was suddenly shocked, and there was such a big movement here that the two disciples who stayed outside the courtyard did not make sense!
"Retreat!"
The voice did not fall, and six men in black appeared on the wall. According to the three parties, they bent their bows and arrows, and the next arrow came out of the string!
These six are good shooters, and arrows are shot almost simultaneously, aiming at the head and chest respectively. The swordsmanship of the two disciples was fast, but the arrow came to the eye instantly, so fast that it was too late to raise your hand.
In the flash of Flintstone, Xuansu had stepped forward, and the tunic he took off was puffed up by his internal force, slammed and flicked.
At this moment, Zhao Bingmo didn't take the opportunity to rise, but instead carried the wooden cage to the wall and flew down on the wall. He felt something in his arms and threw it into the air!
"Not good!" Xuan Su raised his breath, caught his eyes, and kicked a bamboo tube under his feet to throw it at the object, but it was a step slower after all.
The blue fireworks exploded in the night, and there was a gust of wind flatly, and the clouds flowed into Canghuangsheng.
Xuan Su's pupil shrank and shouted at the same door beside him, "Go!"
"Want to go now? It's late!" Zhao Bingmo opened the wooden cage and carefully pulled out the man's head, with grief and hate in his eyes, chewing a gruesome smile in his mouth, and his voice froze, " Pass me the order, all secret piles work together, I want this Wuxiangsi chicken dog not to stay! "
When the words fell, another eighteen arrows from Lianzhu came to life. A disciple could not dodge, was penetrated by the arrow, and the blood suddenly splashed out.
Xuan Su's eyes were cold, his feet stopped in front of the injured, and he shouted to the remaining one: "Take him ..."
This sentence didn't finish, the disciple in front of Xuan Su's face changed a lot, and he looked at the tip of the sword through his abdomen in disbelief.
"Xuan Guan, you--"
The protected disciple was actually a sword stabbed from the back. If Xuan Su didn't realize that he had avoided it for a while, this sword would be the key to it.
Xuan Su looked sideways at his face, his trembling hand quickly grabbed it, and tore off a delicately crafted face.
In the end ... when?
Waiting for the man to add another sword, Wuwei sword has backhand pierced back into the flesh chest, Xuansu draws the sword, staggering under his feet almost kneel directly, this time finally unable to bear, the corner of the mouth overflowed with blood.
"The Master of the Palace!" The remaining disciple was awakened, seeing that the blood in his half did not dare to move. He could only raise his sword in front of Xuan Su, and saw the archers bend their bows again.
"... Xuan Yan, let's go!" Xuan Su gritted his teeth and reached for acupuncture points to stop bleeding, barely standing upright.
Without waiting for another word, the Wuwei sword in Xuan Su's hand had been shot out, piercing into the throat of a person on the wall like an arrow, blood spattered.
Once hit, Xuan Su no longer hesitated, grabbed the disciple who was called "Xuan Yan" and flew up to the wall, raised his palm with his hand and landed on the remaining archer's heavenly cover.
Xuan Yan's eyes were hot, and he almost burst into tears on the spot, but he also knew that he was also a drag on not walking. He had to turn over and jump down the high wall. When he saw that the two same gate guardians had become corpses, they did not dare to stay. Internal force rushed into the side of the Maolin Xiuzhu, and in a blink of an eye there was no figure.
Xuan Su heard the wind roaring behind his ears, knowing that there was someone chasing past, but unfortunately he had no spare time now, pulling out the blood-stained Wuwei sword and rushing up again, like an agile black cat flying over the wall, and finally forced Zhao again In front of the ice moth.
The shoulder wounds were almost frozen, and the hot blood of the new wounds on the abdomen seemed to be implicated and condensed. He was cold all over his body, and he was a bit dazed when he saw Zhao Bing Mo.
That's who I can't remember how many years ago, I didn't know which freezing place to lie in ...
His trance only lasted for a moment, Wu Weijian did not hesitate, and passed the machete firmly on the side of Zhao Bingmo's neck.
It is a pity that he no longer has the strength to advance.
Zhao Bingmo dropped his head, and naturally also freed a hand.
The hand also fell on the side of Xuan Su's neck, with a touch of inner strength on the Baihui acupoint, understatement was like a touch of cinnabar on the beauty makeup, but at this time it was like the last one in the spine. The tense veins, Yushan fell in an instant.
As soon as Xuan Su's eyes were dark, he couldn't even react, and his mind was swept by turmoil and fainted.
But he didn't plant the courtyard wall with one end, but was firmly supported by both hands.
Zhao Bingmo returned the scimitar to his sheath and rubbed his fingers over the scars on his face over the years. The expression on his face was changing, and all the sorrows and joys were surging in the blink of an eye.