Zhang Ren was puzzled, why were there internal strife among these nine people? He looked up at Wu Peng and asked, "Monk, what's wrong with them?"
Wu Peng shook his head and said, "The poor monk doesn't know."
The people who were originally in the game became onlookers and the people who took advantage of it, while the people who planned it were deeply involved.
Yu Zhaosen naturally refused to let Zhang Ren and Wu Peng rest. He just waved his hand, and the members of the Nine Gate Gang who were also eating melons attacked Zhang Ren and Wu Peng again.
Zhang Ren held the Xiuchundao tightly with both hands, blocked a wave of attacks and launched a counterattack.
Jin Yiwei's sword skills can be summed up in three words: "quick, ruthless, and accurate."
Although Zhang Ren's sword drawing speed is not as fast as that of Li Xue, it is still much faster than ordinary people. Moreover, with his two magical skills, he also grasps the words "ruthless and accurate" very well.
Today was already a life and death situation, and most of the people in the Nine Sects deserved to die. He was no longer merciful, but was ruthless, and as long as he used his sword, blood would splash out.
Not long after, his brocade robe was soaked with the enemy's blood, and the enemy's blood also slipped from the ends of his hair. Looking at his image alone, he looked like a fierce demon from hell.
Wu Peng looked much more holy on his side. He exuded a faint golden light, and there was no sharp blade in his hand, so there were no bloody scenes. However, his fists were extremely violent. No enemy in front of him could withstand the power of his punch. If so, give it two punches.
In any case, his fists hit the flesh, and even the bones and tendons were easily broken.
Wherever Wu Peng passed, members of the Nine Sect Gang fell to the ground and wailed. This scene had the feeling of gods and Buddhas suppressing all evil.
Jin Changchuan, who was on his side, also suppressed Guan Shan with his fierce swordsmanship. His style of exchanging injuries for injuries made Guan Shan very uncomfortable.
Even though Jin Changchuan's middle door was wide open, revealing a flaw, Guan Shan did not dare to attack the flaw, because as long as he used his sword, Jin Changchuan's sharp sword moves would definitely fall on him, and the best result at that time would be to die together.
Jin Changchuan is not afraid of death. Both his parents died due to Yu Zhaosen's plan, but he himself sold his life for ten years for Yu Zhaosen. All this makes him feel ashamed and unworthy of his parents' souls in heaven.
So when he came here today, he had no intention of going back alive.
But Guan Shan was afraid of death. He didn't want to fight Jin Changchuan, and he couldn't even accept being injured. The pain from the wound on his shoulder stimulated his nerves, making him feel very scared.
This style of play made Guan Shan timid and could only use all his strength on defense.
Guan Shan defended with fear, making his nerves extremely tense. This style of only defending without attacking is the most likely to cause people to collapse, because Guan Shan clearly realized that without attacking, he could not win, but he was contradictory The ground dare not attack.
His tense nerves finally gave way. Jin Changchuan seized the fleeting opportunity and penetrated Guan Shan's thigh with the long sword in his hand.
This sword was not fatal, but the heartbreaking pain made Guan Shan very unbearable. He could no longer hold the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand and fell directly to the ground.
He was extremely scared. No matter how cold and harsh he usually pretended to be, he just wanted to live now.
Guan Shan's knees softened and he knelt directly on the ground. To him, Jin Changchuan in front of him was like an unbeatable devil. All he wanted now was to save his own life.
"Jin Changchuan, please let me go. Considering that we have worked together for ten years, you can just spare my life for a day!" Guan Shan looked very humble.
Jin Changchuan's eyes were full of coldness. Without stopping the sword in his hand, he pulled out a sword flower and then stabbed it straight into Guan Shan's chest.
"No! Don't!" Although Guan Shan kept shouting, he could not stop the sword from piercing his chest. He looked down and wanted to shout but could no longer make any sound.
Jin Changchuan stepped on Guan Shan's shoulder again and pulled out the long sword in his hand. The sword brought out blood and splashed all over Jin Changchuan's face. Then he exerted force on his foot and kicked Guan Shan to the ground.
Guan Shan could feel his life draining away, but he seemed to have forgotten his fear. in the last breath
At this time, he only saw Jin Changchuan walking past him, shook his head and said "poor".
Guan Shan's last plea for mercy seemed to affect Jin Changchuan's murderous intention. Jin Changchuan raised his eyes and stared at Yu Zhaosen, the anger in his body constantly building up.
On the other side, although the Nine Sect Gang members are extremely loyal to the dark master, they are still mortals of flesh and blood. They face Zhang Ren, who is covered in blood and looks like a hellish Shura, and Wu Peng, who is full of golden light and has an angry look like a diamond. .
Look at those injured or dead companions on the ground.
The gang members of the Nine Sects finally became afraid, and their courage to move forward without risking death finally broke.
Courage can be contagious to others, and fear can be contagious as well. Especially when the first person puts down his weapon, holds his head and runs away, fear will spread like dominoes, and the second and third people who run away will follow. Appeared.
This kind of defeat is the most shocking to the heart and cannot be stopped at all.
Yu Zhaosen originally wanted to rely on his prestige to prevent the rout, but he continued to suppress it, and even killed two of his men. However, the number of people who fled did not decrease at all, but only encouraged those who chose to escape towards him. He will just change direction and escape.
In a short time, all the members of the Nine Sects were gone. The scene was a mess, with many corpses lying in a mess. Those who were injured and unable to escape lay on the ground wailing. The ground was dyed red with blood, and it looked like a Shura field.
The golden light from Wu Peng's body dissipated, and the muscles on his body returned to their original state. This fake monk who had returned to secular life clasped his hands together, recited "Amitabha" and then began to recite the Rebirth Mantra. His attack just now was extremely fierce, like a glaring Vajra, and I wonder if those who were beaten to death by him can be reborn in the paradise world.
Zhang Ren shook his hair and pushed back a patch of bloody hair from his forehead. He pointed at Yu Zhaosen with the slightly curled Xiuchun knife and said, "Old Yu! No, I should call you An Lord, are you ready to die?"
Gao Jian, who flew to visit the door before, was struck by Zhang Ren's knife, and He Xianzu of the Diju Gate also escaped to nowhere. Now, only Li Zhong from Kinmen and Lu Jiuniang from Changmen are left with Yu Zhaosen.
The nine sects were originally connected by interests, and it was okay to fight with the wind, but now all the gang members have fled, and Li Zhong has also lost the courage to fight.
He picked up Qinggong, turned around and ran away. Perhaps because of fear, his movements were actually a little faster than usual.
Yu Zhaosen narrowed his eyes, looked at Li Zhong who was walking away, raised his foot and kicked away a long knife beside him.
The flying sword seemed to have eyes, and it hit Li Zhong in the air without any bias.
