The five brothers from Biluo Lake are of the same age, and their skills are about the same, and their moves are almost the same. "New and clever moves" are not the way to win, and "defeating the enemy with one move" is also elusive. Moreover, Feng Wanli betrayed his master with the intention of guarding his master. Killing his junior brother was like fratricide, and his attacks were like a subtle incense and a floating shadow. The other four people, however, wanted to inherit Zhao Mingxiu's mantle. They were filled with murderous intent and moved every inch of their lives, like the scorching sun.
After fighting for dozens of rounds, Feng Wanli was one against four and only suffered some minor injuries. It was incredible.
Zhao Mingxiu is a famous martial arts master, and you can know the secret at a glance. The four of them all wanted to legitimately inherit everything they had. Although they wanted to kill the traitor Feng Wanli, they each had their own agenda. No one wanted Feng Wanli to die under the swords of the other three, and they would "assassinate" the others whenever they had the opportunity. To stir up trouble, imagine leaving the opportunity to kill Feng Wanli to yourself.
Since Feng Wanli got involved with the four people, he gradually discovered that the four of them had their own selfish motives and intended to defeat them one by one. However, the opportunity always flew by and they were over-intentioned but insufficient. Seeing several wounds on his body, blood dripping down anytime and anywhere, it was impossible to solve the fatal situation. In order to avoid excessive torture, he wanted to die, but it was difficult to achieve his wish. The four of them already regarded him as a monkey, and they would not let him die easily unless they played with him enough.
There was no doubt that he would die, but he could not die quickly. Feng Wanli was very angry. He followed Jiang Yulang's example, leaning against the ruins of the wall to avoid worries, and faced the enemy head-on. Whoever intends to hurt or kill him, stabs him with a sword, will definitely receive a sword from him in return. It doesn't matter if both of them are hurt, or if they both die together, as long as they don't lose their aura during the fight.
Although Feng Wanli wanted to die, he was so focused on fighting the enemy that he completely forgot about the friendship between the teachers and sect that had been nurtured in his arms for decades. Seeing the junior brother in the middle attack with a sword, he did not dodge, but sent the sword forward, hoping that whose sword tip would penetrate the opponent's body first. When the junior brother saw this, he couldn't help being frightened. He hurriedly climbed up like an ape climbing a tree, dodged Feng Wanli's lifeless stab, and then flew down in the air to attack hard, and retreated with the help of Feng Wanli's palm wind. go back.
The two men made several moves, and the fight was extremely tight. The martial arts they used were similar, fearing that the deceased would be defeated and the other three would see it. I thought to myself that the swordsmanship I learned was similar to that of Feng Wanli, and some sword moves were taught by him, Feng Wanli. Even though each had their own attainments, there was a common thread and a common thread. If he wanted to defeat Feng Wanli one-on-one, it seemed that impossible.
However, the four of them looked at each other and rushed forward in a rush, attacking with every move. Their palms were like axes and hammers, their legs were like spears and halberds, and their swords were like black and white. It seemed that Feng Wanli had been forced to use more defense than attack. But Feng Wanli was not afraid of being killed, he only wanted to hurt the enemy. He fought extremely calmly and unpretentiously. Occasionally, his sharp edge would appear, scaring the attacker into hiding. It seems that if the four of them want to win, it will not be easy. If they fight for a long time, Feng Wanli will kill himself when he is exhausted without them taking action.
The four of them must have noticed this and already knew it. I thought to myself, it would be better to wear down Feng Wanli's fighting spirit one on one, and when he commits suicide with his sword in complete despair, let's see who can strike faster and make up for it with one more sword blow.
Having made up his mind, one person said: "Second senior brother, you and I have been in the same sect for many years. If we bully the smaller ones with the greater number, we will be violating the friendship of the same sect. Junior brother, I will come to meet you first. If you are defeated, the other junior brothers will come up too." .”
Feng Wanli laughed loudly: "Okay, Third Junior Brother, it's up to you."
Yang Ruri held the sword in his hand and said, "Senior brother, please!" He stepped forward and stabbed out with his sword.
Feng Wanli eliminated his desire to die, followed up with a sword, and fought Yang Ruri with a normal heart.
But as soon as he got started, Yang Ruri immediately complained secretly. The speed of his opponent's moves, the precision of his changes, the depth of his internal strength, and the strictness of his rules truly showed the demeanor of a first-rate master. Even when Master was at his peak thirty years ago, his swordsmanship was only as good as this. He quickly gathered his energy and used his clever maneuvering skills to leap and shuttle in the light of Feng Wanli's sword. Sometimes he had no choice but to take risks to avert the crisis and repel Feng Wanli's fierce sword moves. When encountering such a situation, Feng Wanli always takes a step back and does not fight him head-on. It seems that he has the wisdom, but he just can't bear it.
The other three saw it in their eyes. In terms of their skills, the second senior brother was clearly better than the third senior brother by more than one margin. Not only did the third senior brother go through more than twenty moves, but he was also able to escape completely. They seemed puzzled. I thought to myself, could I be so lucky? If that's the case, then it's your turn to do it yourself, and it's best to find an opportunity to kill him with a sword.
Seeing that Yang Ruri was defeated, one man stepped forward, Xuan Jian clasped his fists and said: "Second senior brother, don't show mercy." I thought to myself, since I told you not to show mercy, if you are beaten by me for showing mercy. If I kill with a sword, I can only blame you for being stupid, there is no need for me to feel guilty.
Feng Wanli held his sword and returned the greeting: "Fourth Junior Brother, it's all up to you."
I saw Liu Zhongtian reciting the sword formula with his left hand, drawing a circle, flicking his right wrist, and counting with blue light, he stepped forward and thrust out a sword horizontally, forcing it towards Feng Wanli's chest. This move came so quickly that Feng Wanli took a step back before he could dismantle it. Liu Zhongtian won with one move, he was so happy, he kicked his right foot on the ground, and his body jumped to the left, as if there were springs under his feet, he suddenly flew up, and kicked out his feet rapidly in mid-air. Feng Wanli didn't want to hurt his legs with his sword, so he took a step back and swung his sword to protect his face. Liu Zhongtian was very proud, moving left and right, forward and back, using fists, feet and weapons indiscriminately, forcing Feng Wanli to retreat again and again, dazzling the other two juniors who were not as good as him in martial arts.
There was a loud scolding sound, and Liu Zhongtian was hit by a sword in his right trouser leg. Although the muscles and bones were not injured, a long tear was made in the trousers, and the flesh at the tear began to be covered with blood. Liu Zhongtian became angry with shame and used the "Sail Against the Current" move to attack Feng Wanli again. The tip of his sword struck Feng Wanli's vitality from bottom to top.
Feng Wanli originally thought that victory or defeat had been decided just now, and Liu Zhongtian would realize what was going on, sheath his sword and retreat from the battlefield. Unexpectedly, he came like this, and he was so disappointed. He drew his sword and failed to block it, and cut off Liu Zhongtian's wrist holding the sword alive. The pain made Liu Zhongtian's eyes filled with tears, and blood spilled all over the floor. There is a sound of sadness in his mouth.
A swordsman who cannot hold a sword is as good as dead.
Seeing such a tragic situation, the other three people immediately became united and rushed forward with the ambition of revenge. The four of them fought together in an instant. There was no longer any sympathy for each other, only the desire to live and die. For a moment, sword shadows flew, cold light flickered, and blood flew everywhere.
When the sky saw it, it forced the sunset to set quickly in the west. When the earth saw it, it blew up waves of dust, which was invisible to the eyes.
Besides, Jiang Yulang fought against four people by one person, exchanging one wound for a piece of dignity. Once he obtained dozens of wounds, his pride could reach the sky.
The four men in black who besieged him all admired him greatly. If possible, they would really like to become brothers with him, even if they call him "big brother". But are there really so many possibilities in the world? People with different paths cannot conspire with each other, not to mention that you have already faced each other with swords. Even if you are not an enemy, you are better than an enemy.
