Pang Qingyang was panting. She had been swinging the sword for almost half an hour, and her arms and wrists were already sore.
But she didn't dare to stop.
Behind her was Pang Juan, who had fallen into a pool of blood. A sword wound penetrated her leg, and the bleeding still couldn't be stopped.
There were three people on the other side, dressed in black and wearing face scarves, their faces indistinguishable.
However, the skill in this hand is extraordinary, and the martial arts is already top-notch, so it is very difficult for Pang Qingyang to deal with it.
If it weren't for the [Three Feet of Water] in his hand, which cut off the opponent's weapon and forced the opponent to face the enemy with bare hands, Pang Qingyang would have been captured by now!
"Drink! Ha!..."
On Wednesday and Thursday, the two of them danced with their swords and jointly resisted a person. With their bravery and superb sword skills, they fought back and forth.
But their hearts seemed to be pressed down by a stone.
Pang Qingyang's martial arts and swordsmanship were better than theirs, but his internal strength was not deep enough after all. He could only barely restrain one of the opponents, while another person stood aside and watched coldly with his arms folded.
Pang Juan was injured by his knife.
"Ding ding ding..."
On Wednesday and Thursday, both of them used single swords, and the opponent also used a tiger-head knife. From the sound of the weapons clashing, it was clear that their arms were strong, but they both felt that their true energy was about to bottom out, and although the opponent's breath was There are fluctuations, but not chaos. Over time, it may be detrimental to the two of them! !
The man who fought against Pang Qingyang, although his weapon was cut off, still fell in love with Pang Qingyang's [Three Feet of Water].
He said in a loud voice: "Little girl, your swordsmanship is good! This sword is even better, but it will be mine later! Hehehehe..."
As he spoke, a pair of palms with thick knuckles grasped Pang Qingyang in a grasping manner.
[Gao Liurantan].
Pang Qingyang had exquisite swordsmanship. He drew the sharp sword in his hand and stabbed the opponent at a strange angle.
Did that man know how sharp the sword in this girl's hand was, and he didn't dare to use the edge?
The palm of his hand wavered, his body dwarfed, and he grabbed Pang Qingyang's chest.
This is a woman's private place.
"Shameless!!"
Pang Qingyang shouted angrily, and immediately grabbed hold of his sword. He raised his breath and thrust out the sword, but the tip of the sword only extended one foot.
Suddenly a scream sounded in his ears.
"Ah!!~"
It was Thursday's voice.
"Si'er!!" This was Wednesday's exclamation.
This voice made Pang Qingyang feel confused, and the sword in his hand hesitated.
This hesitation caused her to be immediately attacked.
Pang Qingyang immediately didn't dare to be distracted or think about anything else.
Speaking of the few infuriating energy she had, she used the "Thirteen Styles of Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword" with all her strength. Under the pressure of life and death, she had a new understanding of some of the usual flaws in the swordsmanship.
I believe that after this time, her swordsmanship will make great progress.
But--
Is there a next time? ?
The man who was fighting Pang Qingyang found that this girl's strength was improving visibly to the naked eye, and her sword skills were becoming more sophisticated as she advanced and retreated.
He obviously felt like he was about to die, but he still couldn't hold her down.
"I must get this girl's sword skills secret book later!!"
Suddenly, there was a voice from the other side.
"You haven't captured this girl yet?? Everything is fine here."
Hearing this, Pang Qingyang and the two immediately exchanged moves and then stopped.
The two of them looked to the other side, and Pang Qingyang's eyes suddenly became bloodshot and turned red.
"Fourth brother!!"
"Third brother!!"
I saw that Wednesday and Thursday had also fallen into a pool of blood. What was even more distressing was that Thursday's arm was cut off, and now his chest was rising and falling, with more air coming out and less air coming in.
Pang Qingyang felt a little dizzy before her eyes. She bit the tip of her tongue suddenly, and a fishy-sweet taste suddenly appeared in her mouth.
Her finger bones turned white from pinching, and her eyes were full of anger and hatred when she looked at the three men in black.
The six brothers and sisters have followed their eldest brother Hong Kang since they were young, and their relationship is closer than real flesh and blood. Now all three of them fell in a pool of blood. They even broke their arms on Thursday, and the eldest brother is not around...
Pang Qingyang bit her lip and heard Hong Kang's teachings.
"A great swordsman, the more critical the situation, the more he must be calm and clear-headed."
Pang Qingyang put his sword on the ground to relieve his strength, and while squeezing out some more energy, he asked questions.
"Who are you?? What grudges do you have against us??"
"Even if we die, we must die clearly!!"
A man in black who seemed to be the leader came out and said: "Death? Hehe, I don't want you to die, otherwise... how can the three of them survive now?!"
"I just need to make up for it now, and their souls will die immediately."
Pang Qingyang shouted in shock: "No!"
"It's okay if you don't kill them. You first tell me the sword skills you learned."
Pang Qingyang said: "I want to stop their bleeding first."
"No, no, no, you'd better tell me your sword skills first! They won't die for a while, as long as you speak quickly enough, you can stop their bleeding in time."
The eyes of the man in black were full of indifference.
"you……"
Pang Qingyang was furious, but the other three were intact now, but on his side...
Moreover, "Thirteen Postures of Returning to the Wind and Dancing Willow Sword" is a martial art passed down by my eldest brother. Without my eldest brother's permission, how can I pass it on to others at will? !
"Don't...don't listen to him..."
Wednesday's voice sounded at this time, but intermittently: "They... are not... not trustworthy..."
One of the men in black glared with a fierce evil light: "Hey! You can still talk!"
He took out a willow dart,
"Whoosh!"
With a flick of his hand, he inserted it into Wednesday's leg.
"Do you want to talk more?!"
"If you keep talking too much, I will target that girl with my dart."
The man in black pointed at Pang Juan on the ground.
Pang Qingyang shouted angrily: "Stop!!"
The man in black said slowly: "This one on the ground is your sister! If you don't make a decision, she will bleed to death! You had the chance to save her but didn't save her. Isn't it your fault?!"
This is heartbreaking!
Pang Qingyang's hand holding [Three Feet of Water] trembled slightly.
"Brother, what should I do?"
Pang Qingyang asked himself, what would he do if Hong Kang was here?
With my eldest brother’s ability, I don’t think he would have encountered such a dilemma at all!
But Pang Qingyang thought of what Hong Kang once taught them: "If you save the land and lose the people, everyone and the land will be lost; if you save the people and lose the land, both the people and the land will be saved."
Having made up his mind, Pang Qingyang decided to tell the story of Hong Kang's version of "Thirteen Styles of Returning to the Wind and Dancing the Willow Sword" written three years ago.
"My swordsmanship focuses on..."
She was about to explain when suddenly a sound broke through the air quickly.
The three men in black also heard the strange noise and immediately stood ready.
"Die to me!!"
A cold voice suddenly appeared along with the sound of breaking through the air.
Pang Qingyang cried with joy: "Brother!!"
Wednesday, Thursday, and Pang Juan's eyes also shone with joy.
The three people immediately separated into two people to defend themselves. One of them rushed forward and rushed towards Wednesday and Thursday like a hungry wolf.
He really wanted to capture Pang Qingyang, but he had seen Pang Qingyang's martial arts just now and couldn't capture him for a while, but the two on the ground were ready-made fish meat.
"So brave!!"
A cold voice came into the field...
