Xunyang Houfu. A quarter of the hour. Zhou Captou and his government officials have already surrounded the ruins in front of them. But he has no right to interfere.
Mo Baipao and Rong Yulu were fighting Cai Tanggu. In fact, Rong Yulu had no intention of getting involved, but after all, he had a good relationship with Xie Wuxing these days. Even though he had friction with Jiang Wang at first, Rong Yulu admired the strong, and he had a few drinks with Jiang Wang, so Regardless of the circumstances, he couldn't turn a blind eye.
Although he is a fourth-level warrior, he is considered a weak fourth-level warrior in the Martial God Temple and even in Jianghu.
But the qualifications for entering the fourth realm at such an age are certainly not bad, but it is undeniable that Rong Yulu has some status in the Wushen Temple, and he relies more on the Lupu Rong family.
Mo Baipao was seriously injured, and the two of them were still at a disadvantage when they joined forces. The best result was to barely contain Cai Tanggu. Only when Xie Wuxing could defeat Dong Chongyang would the victory be established.
The battle between Xie Wuxing and Dong Chongyang is no longer in the Hou Mansion. But in the open space of Qixia Street. After all, Xie Wuxing had not broken through to the Snow Bathing Realm, and Dong Chongyang was a martial artist, but because of his status as a swordsman, using Xihe Sword Intent could damage a martial artist's body, so the two were equally matched.
Dong Chongyang is a long-established master in the world. He has practical experience that Xie Wuxing cannot match. He can occasionally have an advantage, but it is not easy to defeat Xie Wuxing.
Regardless of how much of Kutan's reputation as the number one among the younger generation is false, it would be a huge mistake to underestimate Xie Wuxing because of this.
Xie Wuxing's sword intent filled Qixia Street, splitting the dusk, carrying the lingering Qi between heaven and earth, splashing out bits and pieces of cold light, and bombarding Dong Chongyang without reservation.
Dong Chongyang's shirt has been torn to pieces. His bronze body is as hard as iron, and his taut muscles and veins are exposed. Under the baptism of the torrent of sword intent, several sword marks are faintly displayed. Obviously, if Xie Wuxing's sword intent can be stronger, , can defeat Dong Chongyang’s physique.
But Dong Chongyang did not dare to bet whether Xie Wuxing could display a stronger sword intention. He ran forward against the sword intention, brandishing the sword, and tried to defeat Xie Wuxing completely at the cost of serious injury.
After all, he is rational and will not take Xie Xing's life no matter what. Otherwise, not to mention the Sword God, the group of swordsmen from the Sword Pavilion alone would be able to knock him to pieces.
The identity of the true successor of Xie Wuxing Jiange is the aura of invincibility. Xie Wuxing can be defeated, but no one dares to kill him.
Even if it is not necessary, most people would not dare to defeat Xie Wuxing. It is extremely difficult to defeat Xie Wuxing so that he can no longer entangle him and cannot use his killing moves.
But Dong Chongyang had no other choice. After all, there is no comparison between Xunyang Hou Mansion and Jiange. Even if he could break through the realm of Yu Xue with the help of the treasure of Qi State, he would only be the shortest-lived Yu Xue monk.
But just because Dong Chongyang did not dare to make a fatal move, Xie Wuxing had the opportunity to reverse the situation. But he had to be cautious enough. If Dong Chongyang faced the threat of death, it would be difficult for Jiange's intimidation to be effective, because no matter what, he would rather die.
He had to give Dong Chongyang an idea that made him feel that he had not committed any murder, so that the other party would not make a desperate move.
This battle is about not only strength, but also wisdom. Xie Wuxing prided himself on being extremely smart and silently gave himself a thumbs up.
Liang Xiaoyou, who was watching the show in the dark, felt it was a bit noisy. She was just about to join the scene when she suddenly became alert.
Two figures appeared in the dusk. Kutan Sword God and Mantang Mountain Sword Holder. Liang Xiaoyou was not nervous at all. It was expected that these two people would find Huncheng.
But because the injury was more serious than expected, she inevitably had to be more cautious. Feel free to be a spectator again.
"Your apprentice looks stupid." Cheng Yan stepped on his sword and hugged his arms, looking down at Xie Wuxing. The sword god only glanced at it and ignored it.
He was searching for traces of the mastermind behind the scenes. Unfortunately nothing was found. It seems that the problem is already obvious.
Either the other party has left Huncheng a long time ago, or he has hidden himself so deeply that he cannot even be sensed under his nose.
The hole that leads directly to the ground has been filled in. If you want to see the murals, you have to drill through the ground again, but it is meaningless because the Sword God is basically convinced that the mastermind behind Wuhou's cause of trouble in Yinxiang is Qixia Street. The suppressed existence below.
After all, except for this guy who couldn't even find a trace of Kutanshan God, no monster could be counterattacked by the sword without leaving any trace.
When Kutanshan God found him, the Sword God knew that it would be difficult to deal with that guy, so he didn't notice the problem, but he didn't have any bad feelings.
On the contrary, the sword god felt a little excited after a long time. It was a blessing to meet a difficult opponent in a sense.
Dong Chongyang looked embarrassed, but his expression was calm. His exposed upper body was scarred and stained with blood. His steps became heavy and his sword swings became faster and faster.
Victory or defeat only occurs in a split second. The sword intent penetrated his left arm. In the next moment, there was a moment of stagnation.
Xie Wuxing didn't have a deep understanding of Xihe's sword intention, and he couldn't bear to continuously release the sword intention. Dong Chongyang seized the opportunity at the first opportunity.
The ground exploded, and he was charging like a wild bull. As long as he could get close, he was confident that one blow would make Xie Wuxing incapacitated.
But he didn't notice the fleeting smile on Xie Wuxing's lips. When Dong Chongyang was about to approach, the originally weak sword intent suddenly surged. In the sharp sword light, Xie Wuxing refused to retreat but advanced, and the sword tip hit Dong Chongyang's chest directly.
After all, Dong Chongyang was struggling in the rivers and lakes. He was very vigilant, put his palms together, and managed to restrain the sword tightly at the most critical moment, but the tip of the sword, which was wrapped with the cold sword intent, still penetrated half of the body. inch.
It made him shiver involuntarily. It's like taking an ice bath in the extreme cold of winter. The whole heart suddenly tightened.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Dong Chongyang said, not expecting that he was almost injured. Xie Wuxing held the sword in both hands, and his face turned pale due to the sword. It was obvious that Huang Tingqi was exhausted.
He tried hard to get the tip of the sword to advance another half inch, but Dong Chongyang was very strong and locked the sword body firmly.
Dong Chongyang did not dare to be careless at all. If he relaxed even a little, his chest would be penetrated. His body was already scarred, and the swordsman's sword was so fierce that he no longer had any advantage at all.
Xie Wuxing smiled miserably and said: "You are worried about my teacher and don't dare to kill me. Although I don't want to rely on the teacher, I can't change other people's ideas. So it's better to let nature take its course and let it become my advantage. I'm very sad. I'm young and haven't seen much of the world, so I'm not your opponent based on my strength."
"But I'm more ruthless than you. After all, young people have to be high-spirited. They have to be fearless and worry-free. They should seize the point where you dare not kill me, and use the unbearable loss of sword power to kill with one strike." Dong Chongyang looked solemn.
Xie Wuxing caused the sword power to surge at the last moment, which obviously cost him a lot, but as he said, he didn't care at all. He just relied on his youth. As long as he was not completely exhausted, he could always recover, but he had to risk damaging his foundation. Risk, who in the right mind would dare to do that?
What's more, it may not be possible.
"You need to lock the sword with all your concentration. You can't do anything else. I won this battle." Xie Wuxing was hesitating whether to kill Dong Chongyang.
But thinking of the sudden loud noise in the Xunyang Houfu and not seeing Qingpao's figure, he gradually realized the problem and his eyes turned cold. Although he had never had any dealings with the Qingpao monk, he was Jiang Wang's person.
Xie Wuxing, who regards Jiang Wang as his lifelong confidant, should help Qingpao get revenge. Seeing the change in Xie Wuxing's expression, Dong Chongyang also changed his expression.
He must fight back with the same fearlessness. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place! Xie Wuxing tried his best to push the sword.
Forcing Dong Chongyang to retreat continuously. When he bound the sword, he bound himself as well. If you want to drive the flying knife, you have to concentrate. Even if you are determined to do whatever it takes, you will inevitably still have worries.
After all, Xie Wuxing's sword had already stabbed him, and even the speed of killing him could not be calculated. He had no confidence that he could drive the flying knife to fight back against Xie Wuxing and ensure that he would survive.
He even came up with the idea of waiting for Cai Tanggu to deal with Rong Yulu and Mo Baipao to come to his aid. But the moment the sword moved, he knew that he had to make a desperate move.
So he roared angrily and tried to break Xie Wuxing's sword directly. The sword that fell to the ground trembled and flew up, followed by a sword cry.
Qixia Street suddenly became extremely quiet at a certain moment. Xie Wuxing was a little exhausted, but there was a very eye-catching smile on the corner of his mouth.
Dong Chongyang's sword was still one foot away from him, and his sword had already pierced his heart. The raging sword intent even crushed it to pieces.
Dong Chongyang no longer has the slightest idea to drive the flying knife. The body fell to the ground with a crash. Xie Wuxing also collapsed, gasping for air.
Cheng Yan, who was floating high in the air on his sword, smacked his lips and said, "Your apprentice still has something." The sword god still only glanced at him.
In the Xunyang Houfu, Mo Baipao has lost his appearance. Containing the anger of his second brother's death, he seemed to be exchanging his life for his life. His true fearlessness also caused his injuries to worsen rapidly, and he repeatedly suffered new injuries.
His vision became very blurry and his eyes were filled with blood. Looking at that scene, Tong Bo once again recalled the bloody battle with the Marquis.
At this moment, he was like a haggard old man, about to die. Only Rongyulu could rely on his physical strength to hold on. But Cai Tanggu kept the distance, so he could only keep getting beaten, unable to fight back.
Soon he fell to the ground from exhaustion. Cai Tanggu heard the sound of swords in Qixia Street. It was as if I had witnessed the fall of Dong Chongyang with my own eyes.
He wasn't so angry, but scared. This is very different from the plan. As if he realized the final result, his eyes gradually turned red.
He walked towards Uncle Tong with his sword in hand. Zhou Captou wanted to intercept him, but as a second-level martial artist, he couldn't even resist Cai Tanggu's stern eyes.
Cai Tanggu, who had Tong Bo under his feet, suddenly became very calm.
"I didn't expect it to be like this, but it doesn't matter anymore. Tong Ji, you must be tired too. I'll give you a ride." He slowly raised his sword.
There was a sudden chill in the dusk. A knife fell from the sky. Tearing the entire night apart. It penetrated Cai Tanggu instantly, and the impact blasted him away again, blasting a deep pit on the ground.
The smoke that swept up into the sky gradually dispersed, revealing Jiang Wang's extremely cold face.
