The Confucian scholar never expected that Wang Suizhen would discover the flaws in his sword skills so quickly. He couldn't help but become even more angry and roared: "You thief, I must kill you today!"
Wang Suizhen made a face, turned around and ran back, raising his voice as he ran: "You catch up with me first, and then we can decide who wins or loses! Let's decide first, whoever loses will be the grandson!" "
His words were extremely cruel, and he also ran extremely fast!
But this time was different from last time. Wang Suizhen ran out for more than ten feet, but he still didn't realize someone was chasing him. When he looked back, he was shocked!
I saw a black mist filling the forest behind me. The mist had shrouded the large forest behind me. The mist was as black as ink, and there seemed to be some monster tumbling inside. The shape looked very scary!
And the speed at which the mist dispersed was far faster than Wang Suizhen's running speed!
Wang Suizhen couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "Brother Changshan is really right. The world is huge and there are many capable people and strangers everywhere. Sometimes it's not just martial arts that matters, but luck as well."
It seems like my luck is a bit bad today!
Before Wang Suizhen could think of any good way to deal with the spreading black fog, an extremely shrill ghost roar came from the black fog behind him, and two black shadows suddenly jumped out of the fog, one after the other.
The black shadow looked like a human but not a human. When I looked closely, I saw that it was a ghost!
The black figure in front is a knife-wielding man. The face of this beast is ferocious, like a ghost or a demon, with black energy rolling all over its body. It looks like a devil that has just escaped from hell, or Tai Sui who has escaped from the Palace of Hell. !
The black figure at the back had his hands free and followed closely behind the knife-wielding ghost. At this time, the man's whole body was bursting with veins, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were fierce and murderous, and the pain on his face was unbearable. His expression, as if he was enduring some inhuman pain, was no longer the elegant and elegant look he had just now.
Before Wang Suizhen could figure out what was going on, the sword-wielding ghost had already jumped to his side. The long knife in his hand was as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder. He struck Wang Suizhen in the middle with a knife!
There is nothing fancy about this knife, it is just a knife, but it is frighteningly fast. This speed has exceeded the limit speed that the human body can perform when wielding a knife!
Although Wang Suizhen was on guard, he still tried his best to avoid the knife!
Li Gui Swordsman missed with one strike and struck again with his backhand.
Until this time, Wang Suizhen realized that things seemed to have become extremely bad.
This sword-wielding ghost does not seem to be a living creature in the world. There is no breath of living things in his body. The most terrifying thing is that it does not pause when swinging the sword. Unlike ordinary martial arts masters, there is almost always a gap between the two swords. Pause time for ventilation.
Because people are human after all, even if they have practiced martial arts that are invincible in the world, they are still alive after all. As humans, they must breathe. However, the higher the kung fu and the better the physical strength, the longer the interval between breathing. The shorter the pause time required when breathing.
But this sword-wielding ghost has no need to breathe at all. The long knife in his hand is like a windmill. Each knife is as fast as a knife, and each knife is as tight as a knife. The knife is flying in all directions, continuously, and there is no way to use the sword technique. The slightest pause or break!
Although Wang Suizhen was powerful, he could not withstand such a violent and uninterrupted attack. He only tried his best to avoid three swords. By the fourth sword, his physical strength was exhausted and he was unable to sustain it!
He should have performed a big backward jump, just like the 'Monkey Jump' or 'Monkey Squat' in many boxing techniques, and he could have easily avoided the fourth blow to the head.
But he knew that his strength was exhausted, and he was afraid that Hou Tiao would not be able to jump out of the attack range of this knife, and if he could not avoid this knife, the knife would definitely hit his head, and he would have to split his head in half!
Just when Wang Suizhen felt desperate and exhausted, a warm current surged up in his body. Suddenly, the energy in his body surged. He should have jumped half a foot back. , you can avoid the blade, but with a 'pop', the whole person jumped back more than two feet!
In one fell swoop, the fierce ghost holding the knife was thrown away far away!
Wang Suizhen suddenly understood: "Yes, this is the power passed down to me by Kujian!"
"No wonder Master asked me to kowtow to the withered sword solemnly from the very beginning. When Master was about to die, he solemnly asked me to put the withered sword close to my body. Originally, I thought that this withered branch belonged to a senior member of my sect. It's a relic of a person, it's just for commemoration. Now it seems that I was very wrong at the time. This short dead branch is the highest and most precious treasure in the sect!"
"Just now, when I couldn't avoid the palms of this Confucian scholar, I suddenly turned over in mid-air. It must have been helped by the withered sword. I was wondering why my skill suddenly increased so much? So that's it!"
Wang Suizhen figured this out and immediately became more confident.
Li Gui Swordsman seemed to only know about killing and had no other emotions at all. When he saw Wang Suizhen avoiding him from a distance, the black energy on his body flashed and he rushed in front of Wang Suizhen again.
Wang Suizhen had already accumulated his strength and breathed for a long time. At this moment, before Li Gui could take action, he pressed the handle of the knife and struck the knife-wielding Li Gui head-on!
I saw the sword flashing out in the field.
Wang Suizhen's sword had cut Li Gui Swordsman's neck in two!
The sword-wielding ghost paused for a moment after receiving this blow. The black energy on its body began to become extremely unstable, and its behavior also began to become a little crazy. The long knife in its hand was slashing randomly, and its sword skills were no longer organized!
Wang Suizhen didn't know why, so he retreated slightly. He saw that after Li Gui was hit by his knife, he looked like he was going to collapse and die at any moment. He pressed the handle of the knife and wanted to rush forward and give it another blow.
As soon as the Confucian scholar saw the sword-wielding ghost being struck by the sword, before Wang Suizhen could take action again, he let out a long roar and dived like a cannonball into the black mist where the sword-wielding ghost was about to dissipate.
Like a ghost weeping, roaring, or roaring, the black mist disappeared amid bursts of harsh and weird sounds. At this time, the Confucian scholar had turned into a monster with red eyes and weird protrusions on his face!
Wang Suizhen rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Brother, what are you showing off with all your bells and whistles? You won't die with one sword, you won't die with two swords. Can you die quietly like a normal person? Are you trying to get tired? Do you want to kill me so that you can inherit my shabby clothes?"
The monster scholar sneered: "You are the first one who can force me into this state! I swear to tear you into eight pieces and then eat them piece by piece to vent the anger in my heart!"
The monster Confucian scholar raised the knife with both hands, and the tip of the knife buzzed, and a white light shot out from the tip of the knife, hesitating and hesitating, like a poisonous snake's letter!
Wang Suizhen was greatly surprised: "Dao Mang?!!! You can be so powerful after changing your body? I also want to try the power of Dao Mang. Can you teach me?"
He was talking nonsense and thinking to himself: "If I had met you a few days ago, it would have been me who died! But today, you are useless!"
Wang Suizhen didn't wait for the Confucian scholar to react. He suddenly jumped forward, his speed increased several times compared with before, and he jumped in front of the Confucian scholar in an instant!
The long sword in the Confucian scholar's hand slashed downwards. The sword's light was dazzling and its power was vast and majestic. The sword's light split the air and struck straight down with a deafening sound of wind!
Although Wang Suizhen jumped in mid-air, his figure was three points more flexible than on the ground. Like a swallow that came out to catch insects at night, he could forcibly move his body sideways in mid-air with nowhere to borrow strength. , with an extremely twisted and weird posture, he avoided the slashing sword light. The long knife in his hand was like lightning, and he stabbed out a hole in the Confucian scholar's throat!
After being stabbed with a knife, Wang Suizhen pulled away and retreated!
But whether it was accidental or inevitable, a stream of extremely scarlet blood suddenly burst out of the Confucian scholar's throat, which made Wang Suizhen's face slurp.
Wang Suizhen felt his eyes turn red and his mind was slightly confused. The blood seemed unusual. Not only was it thick and fishy, but it was also as cold as iron!
The blood that was supposed to be hot splashed on his face, but it was three times colder than a basin of ice water. It was so cold that it reached the bone marrow of a person. The cold Wang Suizhen shivered three times on the spot!
Wang Suizhen hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeves five or seven times before wiping all the blood off his face. He looked up and saw that the Confucian scholar was covering the hole in his throat with both hands. , a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he fell straight back like a big wooden stake!
Wang Suizhen felt that the smiles of these people before they died seemed a bit weird, but after thinking about it, he couldn't figure out why he felt weird?
He had no choice but to shake his head and said: "This man is a bit weird. Even if his methods are weird, his smile when he dies is even weirder. He is indeed from the Ghost Sword Sect, and he is full of ghosts! Huh! If he is weirder, he will die in my hands? All the bells and whistles are there. In the face of absolute strength, it is useless."
As soon as the Confucian scholar died, an extremely harsh ghost cry suddenly came from his body, and countless black energy surged out, rolled and rolled, and got into the ghost sword blade inserted in the ground!
The knife was like a living thing when it sucked in the black energy, and it actually let out a shout of joy and trembling!
The long knife trembled for a moment, and in a few breaths it swallowed up the black air on the Confucian scholar's body.
The black energy disappeared, and looking at the body of the Confucian scholar, it seemed as if it had shrunk, leaving only a lump the size of a washbasin!
Wang Suizhen shook his head and sighed: "Let's be honest, brother, I can't beat you! If I beat you today, I can only say that I'm lucky. I defeated you only with the withered sword! But as the old saying goes, Luck is also a part of strength. If you lose, you will die. Only the living are qualified to speak. Hey, you can go in peace. This knife is a disaster, I will put it away for you!"
Wang Suizhen followed the last method and sealed the Confucian scholar's sword with the "sealing" formula. He hung both ghost swords on his waist, wrapped them in cloth, sighed, and walked out of the forest. go.
