"Master!"
Seeing that even Sang Wu was easily injured by Dongzhang, the Vajra disciples who were still hesitant to escape finally became uneasy. The shrewd ones winked and sneaked to the side of the martial arts field while the two were still there. Guizhan turned around and ran towards the mountain gate without paying attention.
Clang!
Dongzhang's three swords broke through Sangwu's defender. He suddenly changed direction in mid-air, touched the ground with his sword and jumped towards the sidelines. The speed was extremely fast, and he passed several Vajra disciples who were running in an instant.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
But seeing that Dong Zhang couldn't reach the ground, every time his momentum suddenly decreased, he would draw his sword and press it to the ground, bending the blade and leaping out a long distance. He only took five sword shots before he caught up with the two people who were fleeing at the front. Vajra Disciple.
"Your sect master hasn't left yet. Where are you guys going..."
With an indifferent smile, Dong Zhang swooped down past the two of them like a vigorous flying dragon. As he passed by, he turned his back and slashed their throats with a backhand sword.
"Let's go back....."
Seeing the two people falling to the ground in pain with their hands on their throats, Dongzhang flicked the bloody sword blade with a flick of his finger, making a clanking sound, and then passed the two of them expressionlessly. He entered and everyone retreated.
He was already frightened by this young man in black who looked quite quiet.
"thumping!"
Just as everyone started to return to Sang Wu one by one, Dong Zhang, who was walking forward, suddenly stepped on the green bricks on the ground and shattered them. Countless gravels floated into the air, and Dong Zhang smiled silently.
He gently waved his left hand sleeve forward, and the seemingly motionless gravel around him shot forward in excitement as if he had received some kind of instruction.
“Hush, rest, rest!
"
"Everyone spread out!
"
Countless broken stones were shot at the remaining Vajra disciples like arrows piercing through the sky with overwhelming force.
Sang Wu took the lead and waved his fists to intercept the gravel, but there were too many. Dong Zhang's foot directly created a deep pit with a diameter of two meters in the original earthquake.
A group of low-strength Vajra disciples couldn't escape and fell to the ground screaming. Some were directly hit by vital points and died immediately, while others were indirectly beaten and maimed. In such a huge martial arts field, no one could still stand and walk. Except for Sang Wu who was panting slightly.
"Bastard! Bastard! Who are you!? What grudge does our Vajra Sect have against you? You must drive us all away and kill us!?"
Looking at the disciples beside him who were wailing in pain, Sang Wu could no longer maintain the composure on his face. For the first time, he felt so helpless, like a wounded beast, hissing at Dong Zhang who was walking slowly. roared angrily.
"Are you angry? Hahaha...I can stop and let them live, but the premise is that you have to come with me."
All the way to Sang Wu, Dongzhang stood with his single sword on the ground, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and looking directly into the opponent's eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Ho...ho..."
Hearing this, Sang Wu gasped violently, his chest and abdomen rising and falling like a bellows. Thinking about it, there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart at this moment. On one side was the only remaining member of the Vajra Sect, who was the last fire in the sect, and on the other was his own life, which was Sang Wu. No matter how courageous he usually is, he can't help but fall into silence at this moment.
He would not be so naive as to think that the young man in black with unfathomable strength in front of him simply invited him to have tea. As long as he compromised and followed him at this moment, the outcome would definitely be a lifeless situation, and he didn't want to die yet.
Glancing at the tangled hero across from him, Dongzhang did not rush him, but looked left and right at the huge Vajra Gate with great interest.
After a while, I suddenly heard Sang Wu's heavy voice: "Don't blame me, if you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth. You wish for your own blessings..."
Looking back in surprise, Dongzhang saw Sang Wu opposite him running towards the outside of the martial arts arena with lightning speed. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Did you hear that, you guys? The Lord has escaped and left you to fend for yourself..."
After saying that he was on tiptoe, the person disappeared in an instant. A disciple who was less injured saw that Dong Zhang was quickly closing the distance between him and Sang Wu with a lightning gesture, and he could be said to have caught up with him in the blink of an eye. Sang Wu was running away desperately.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's not kind of you to do this. I have killed so many of you. As the leader of the sect, shouldn't you fight to the death with me? You promised to avenge your brother..."
Sang Wu, who was running down the mountain, was startled when he heard this. Dongzhang's voice had reached his ears at some point. What kind of movement was this? Forget about his swordsmanship and Tongxuan, even his body skills are almost at this level, how can he still fight?
Despite Sang Wu's domineering and wild appearance, he is actually timid in his heart. Just looking at his fully armed fine iron protective gear, you can tell that he is practicing the indestructible Vajra, which is famous for its strong defense power. He has magical powers, but he is so afraid that he has to put something on his body to defend himself.
This is a sign of lack of confidence. Although his martial arts is stronger than Hada, his psychological quality is far inferior to the latter. He can only fight with a tailwind, but will collapse when he encounters a headwind.
From the series of performances after Dongzhang Sanjian broke through his defense, we can know that this man's mentality had collapsed at that time.
Sang Wu remained unmoved by Dong Zhang's teasing. He gritted his teeth and ran down the mountain. Seeing this, Dong Zhang also darkened his face. He crossed the sudden stop in front of Sang Wu in two steps and followed the tiptoe to complete a change of direction. , the body suddenly swayed forward again.
Flat-edged sword drawing style.
He raised his sword in mid-air and waited for the opponent to hit him. This sword seemed casual and simple, as if he was waiting for the opponent to be unable to stop himself and bump into the sword blade. Generally, an opponent with two strikes would not be hit, let alone Sang Wu whose strength is comparable to that of a master like Qiu Qianren?
What Dongzhang did was to deliberately leave the gap in his right abdominal ribs to lure the enemy deeper. If Sang Wu intercepted the sword from the right side of Dongzhang, Dongzhang could counterattack with his sword. To put it simply, it was a sword trick, tricking the opponent into making the first move. Then he immediately cut off his hand and struck first.
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Of course, only those who have the ability dare to use such dangerous sword moves easily. If you don't have a certain level of strength, you won't be able to react at all, and you will die stupidly.
Dong Zhang happened to be an expert in this field, and he only played to attack people's hearts and play tricks.
As expected, Sang Wuzhen took the lead in attacking Dong Zhang's deliberately exposed right rib, and stabbed Dong Zhang's right rib with a powerful Vajra finger.
"Ha...you are far worse than the big guy just now..."
Dongzhang's right hand holding the sword suddenly changed from an upright grip to an underhand grip, and slid the sword down with a muffled sound. The iron sword, blessed by internal force, was like a magic weapon, easily cutting off Sang Wu's thumb.
The latter grunted in pain, but Dongzhang didn't give him much chance to react. He stepped forward and used seven swords to quickly cut through Sang Wu's protective gear, knocking off his last fig leaf.
Without the blessing of protective gear, Sang Wu was already in disarray at this time. Facing Dong Zhang's full attack, he could not make a decent parry. Soon, Sang Wu's hand tendons and hamstrings were severed by Dong Zhang, and he lay limply. He fell to the ground, his eyes dull and panicked.
"Do not kill me!"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you..."
He grabbed Sang Wu's hair with one hand and dragged him to the martial arts arena like a dead dog. Dongzhang put the long sword back into the scabbard at his waist and said softly: "Where is the black jade intermittent ointment..." ..."
