The twenty-three people accompanying him were all capable men who had followed Sha Zili for many years and made great contributions to the Liusha Gang's foundation. Not long ago, Sha Zili promised them to buy a manor in Longxi and marry several concubines. A few days of fun and carefree life. However, before they had time to look for land and women, they fell into the hands of Guo Chuanlin.
Sha Zili gritted his teeth, and the flesh on his face kept twitching. However, deliberately showing his ruthlessness could not hide the fear deep in his heart. Would he risk his life here? The opponent stepped on a pool of blood and approached step by step. At the critical moment, a yellow gelding was lame on its hind legs and could not catch up. The horseshoe was broken in half, making it difficult to run. Bi Tian, the leading master of the Quicksand Gang, the "Poison Dragon Sword", turned over and dismounted, raising his knife to block the enemy. Sha Zili stepped forward and saw corpses all over the ground. He couldn't help but gasped and said in despair, "Gang leader, keep the green hills here, don't worry about running out of firewood."
Sha Zili shuddered, despair slowly growing in his heart. Even Bi Tian said this, it seemed that he could only run away. He staggered, took a few steps back, and casually led an ownerless horse, reaching out to touch the saddle, but he couldn't make a decision. Retreating without fighting, fleeing in despair, could a lifetime of fame and martial arts be ruined in one fell swoop? He is really unwilling!
"Gang leader, let's go quickly!" Bi Tian glanced at the bloody evil god and urged anxiously.
Sha Zili's hands began to tremble. He knew that if he left, more than ten years of blood would be shed in vain. His heart collapsed and he could no longer raise his head. The deputy gang leader Kong Rui had always been eyeing the position of gang leader. Is he I'll pass up this opportunity. However, apart from the late "Poison Dragon Sword" Bi Tian, does he have any other living brothers?
The darkest moment before dawn has passed, the sky is dark, and you can barely see anything around. The ground is full of broken limbs and severed heads, all chopped off by the kukri. No one can block its sharp blow, leaving behind a pool of blood and mud. The traces of circling forward and backward are shocking. Bi Tian deliberately delayed the time, turned the long knife and said in a deep voice: "Are you really a disciple of the Huashan sect? When the Baidao sects came out of Jiaguan to the west to stop the rebels, I had a chance encounter with the leader of the sect, Li Yizhu..."
Guo Chuanlin slid up half a step and chuckled: "It's useless. It's useless to say anything. Today next year will be the memorial day you've been waiting for!" Both hands in his body were charged to the peak, and he used the knife as a sword and connected in an instant. Stabs in four directions, the sound is sharp and harsh, like a whistle.
Bi Tian did not lie, and this was not the first time he had seen the "Sorrowful Wind Whirling Sword". Many years ago, by chance, he had competed with Li Yizhu in martial arts, and suffered a big loss in this swordsmanship. At that time, Li Yizhu's "Sorrowful Wind Whirling Sword" had not yet reached its peak. He was attacking fiercely and using one enemy against many, but it had already begun to take shape. He was naturally fond of martial arts. After thinking about it over and over again, he keenly discovered the flaws in this swordsmanship. No matter how superb your qigong is and how powerful your external skills are, going from stillness to rapid rotation will take several breaths of preparation. He is determined to use his sword at that moment and engage in close combat without giving the opponent any room to use it.
However, when Guo Chuanlin made his move, it was the "four consecutive stars" in Qingcheng School's Songfeng swordsmanship.
The swordsmanship of various schools in the martial arts has been passed down for a long time, and has been refined over the ages, and the changes in moves have reached the extreme. However, sometimes the manpower is exhausted. We know that a sword has a powerful force to cut down, or a sword thrust out as fast as a stream of light, naturally invincible, but no one If you can do it, you should focus on the word "fast". Four sword thrusts in a flash are the limit. Even a person with average talent will not be able to achieve it even if he spends his whole life. Moreover, speed and strength cannot be achieved at the same time. The sword moves are very fast, but often the power is not enough. insufficient.
The Qingcheng School, however, took a different approach, using the "double collision force" to activate the swordsmanship. The four swords in a row were unpredictable and hidden with murderous intent. It is said that the "Four Stars" technique can be practiced to the extreme, and the third and fourth swords can force out a half-foot-long sword. The light of the sword hurts people invisible. Guo Chuanlin's internal strength cultivation is far from reaching the level of "Sword Light", but the sword is long and the sword is light, and the sword is heavy. Every inch is shorter and every inch is stronger. The power of "Four Stars" cannot be underestimated.
Bi Tian was caught off guard. He flipped the sword over in his busy schedule and blocked four swords with instinct. The "Poison Dragon Knife" in his hand was made from a rare piece of extraterrestrial meteorite iron after several years of work by the gang's skilled craftsmen. It was extremely hard, but under the powerful thrust of the kukri, it left one shallow and three deep Four gaps are scattered all over the blade, back and blade, like cracks in the ice.
Guo Chuanlin's four consecutive sword attacks were not finished yet, he circled the kukri sword, and then followed up with a move of "Wind Shakes the Pine". The sword light was spattered out, covering a three-foot radius, forcing Bi Tian to retreat for several seconds. Step by step, the "double collision force" in the body is flowing continuously, and the body shape is spinning rapidly and erratically. The kukri draws arcs one after another, like a sudden rain hitting new lotus, pouring down around Bi Tian.
Bi Tian was too tired to parry the Sad Wind Whirling Sword, and had no power to fight back. He had been in the world for more than ten years and had gone through hundreds of battles, but he had never been so useless. But he had lost the first move and was stuck in the quagmire. At this moment, he could only hold on with all his strength. There is a saying that "the wind will not end, and the rain will not end." He did not believe that such a rapid offensive could last as long as a stick of incense.
The two swords collided, as dense as a drum. After just ten breaths, the long meteorite sword in Bi Tian's hand could not bear the heavy pressure and broke into two pieces with a "click".
Sha Zili's eyes almost bled. He was so desperate that he had no choice but to get on his horse, whip his whip and run away. Guo Chuanlin took advantage of the momentum of the spin and threw out one arm, making a crisp sound like a long whip hitting the air. The kukri flew out of his hand and struck into the sand with a thunderous force to hit his back. Li couldn't sit firmly on the horse's back, so he flew several feet into the air and fell heavily to the ground. The knife cut into the back and thrust out of the chest. His internal organs were crushed to pieces by the "double collision force". Blood gushes out from the seven orifices, killing him on the spot.
Bi Tian was distracted for a moment, and his reaction was half a beat too slow. Guo Chuanlin let out a sharp roar, opened the five fingers of his left hand, and scratched across his chest and abdomen, like sharp claws ripping open his stomach and causing pain to his bones. Bi Tian was struck by lightning. Looking around, the whole world was covered in bright red blood, and all his strength disappeared in an instant.
Guo Chuanlin gained the upper hand and showed no mercy. With the help of his turning power, he raised his right arm and pointed it like a knife, and struck him hard on the shoulder, completely breaking off his right arm. Bi Tian fell in a pool of blood, his chest rose and fell sharply, he vomited blood and his vitality plummeted. From beginning to end, he failed to master the "Poison Dragon Sword Technique" that he was most proud of in his life.
Guo Chuanlin stopped the spinning force, and the "Double Collision Strength" in his body created more than ten vortices of true energy, swirling and annihilating, and swirling and annihilating. This battle pushed him to the pinnacle of the Sad Wind Whirlwind Sword. Even if Li Yizhu comes back from the dead, he will still be defeated if he has some skills as a body refiner in Immortal City. He stepped on Bi Tian's head and trampled a six-yang leader into a rotten watermelon. The red and white things were scattered in all directions. Then he strode forward, bent down and pulled out the kukri from Sha Zili's body. He grabbed the bun, lifted his head, chopped it off with a knife, and threw it into the bushes.
Dongfang turned white. Guo Chuanlin raised the kukri and took a few glances. The blade and the poisonous dragon knife collided frequently, creating seven or eight gaps the size of rice grains. They were as terrifying as saw teeth, adding a third of murderous intent. The blood was still cold, the meaning was still not exhausted, and the anger surged in his chest. Guo Chuanlin felt something strange deep in his heart, as if a seed had sprouted and emerged from the cocoon to become a butterfly. What had this devastating killing changed and what had been born? He had already No longer myself.
There was a flapping sound of bird wings in the air. Guo Chuanlin looked up and saw a black-feathered homing pigeon folding its wings and landing on a branch. Its left eye was as red as fire and its right eye was as green as blue. It turned out to be a rare iron feather. The dove with strange eyes looked at the divine horse and turned a blind eye to the blood of corpses on the ground.
