Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Three: Terrible Cough
(I’m back and will try my best to catch up.)
When Mo Xiong suddenly rose up, his first target was Liang Qiufeng. He followed him all the way there just to take his head. Moreover, he always had an inexplicable taboo in his heart towards this man, although he felt that the other party would never be able to defeat him again. No matter what kind of storm arises, but the night is long and there are many dreams, it is most efficient to kill them by killing them.
As soon as he takes action, he strikes hard, and the true energy surges, condenses, and faintly forms a quality--it is true that the true energy turns into elements, with both form and quality, which is a significant sign of King Wu's realm.
Although Mo Xiongyu has not reached that level, he is undoubtedly somewhat close.
Seeing such a powerful and ferocious attack, Zhou Youhuai's complexion changed drastically. An expert would know if it was coming as soon as he made a move. Although he was aloof and arrogant, he felt that he could not catch this attack at all.
What about Liang Qiufeng?
Although they are stronger than him, it is difficult for them to withstand Mo Xiongyu's attack. As for the others, Xiao Jihai and Wu Gumei are barely close to the cultivation level, but their actual combat power is really worrying. .
"Is it possible that as soon as I joined the Sword Sect, I had to deal with the group's destruction?"
As soon as the thought passed by, Liang Qiufeng had already drawn out his sword, using the safest "Horizontal Sword Style".
boom!
A huge bang.
Under the gaze of many pairs of concerned eyes, Liang Qiufeng's body was like an out-of-control fallen leaf, flung back five to six feet, and he barely managed to stand still. His face was red and white at times, reflecting the disordered energy and blood in his meridians. The situation must be very bad, almost vomiting blood.
A place of unity.
Unsurprisingly, it's still heart-wrenching.
After one blow, Mo Xiong had a basic grasp of Liang Qiufeng's strength. He made up his mind and said with a ferocious smile: "To be honest, I am really surprised that you can block my blow, regardless of your sword skills. Subtle, or you really have amazing potential, you are enough to be proud of it. It's a pity that your growth path ends here."
After that, he struck again. This time, the momentum climbed up, 10% higher than the first strike. It was not that he did it deliberately, but that it was difficult for a warrior to use the true energy of his Dantian to exert all his strength at once. He had to go through some processes. Just brew it.
This situation has a lot to do with the use of moves.
"not good."
Zhou Youhuai almost exclaimed.
Mo Xiong knocked Liang Qiufeng several feet away with the first blow and almost vomited blood. How could he still resist the second time? It seems that there is no other way. The only way now is to attack shoulder to shoulder and use the numerical advantage to make up for it. Let’s see if there is any improvement.
But as he looked around, the others pulled away and showed no intention of helping.
He couldn't help it and shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for? Do you still have to talk to him about the rules?"
Zhang Jiangshan grinned: "What's the rush? It's not your turn or mine."
Zhou Youhuai was confused when he suddenly heard a cough.
This coughing sound suddenly sounded in my ears. It was no surprise that it was the coughing sound of a frail old man, with a weak appearance.
"Huh?"
Mo Xiong, who was in an attack state, also heard the sound of coughing, but it seemed as if there was a thunder exploding in his ear - no, it was the sound of thunder exploding in his ear hole.
Puffy.
His heart was shocked, and the movement of the true energy in his meridians couldn't help but become disordered. When his breath was confused, the use of martial arts immediately became chaotic.
Such a situation is like a junior martial artist who has just learned martial arts and cannot use it as flexibly and freely as a junior martial artist. What happened to Mo Xiongyu now is simply unimaginable.
Liang Qiufeng immediately caught the flaw in the moment, took a step forward, and stabbed out with his sword.
The sword's edge was so awe-inspiring that Mo Xiongyu was taken aback. He quickly focused his mind, reorganized his energy, stopped attacking, and quickly retreated.
laugh!
The trajectory of the Shangqing Sword was sharp and direct, and under the light of the sword, a piece of rag fell.
That was the fabric of Mo Xiongyu's body.
"What?"
In an instant, Zhou Youhuai had no idea what had happened, and Liang Qiufeng reversed the situation and stabbed Mo Xiongyu's shirt to pieces.
Ahem...
The old man on one side seemed to have been eroded by the cool morning breeze and was frightened by the previous enemy attacks. He coughed continuously and violently. He covered his mouth with one hand and his waist was bent a little.
Listening to the cough, Zhou Youhuai felt sorry for the old man. But what he didn't expect was that when the cough fell into Mo Xiongyu's ears, the sound was no less than the thunder in the sky.
Thunder roared, the sound was loud and majestic.
Boom boom boom!
It was so shocking that I almost lost my hearing, and it felt like my eardrums were about to burst. What was even worse was that there was almost no room for resistance to these bombarding sounds. It started from the ears and went into the mind, setting off a strong wind and huge waves; it penetrated into the meridians of the body, making the original
The orderly Qi is like the stirred water waves, violent and uncontrollable.
As a warrior, the life and death of a warrior is vital to his true energy. If his true energy is thin, he will not be able to exert its power. If his true energy is out of control, it will become even more serious, which means that the person will be destroyed.
Mo Xiong was so frightened that all the hairs on his body stood on end. He had experienced countless things, but he had never encountered such a ghostly situation. He couldn't think in a hurry, his eyes were as bright as lightning, and Liang Qiufeng's sword pierced him again.
"Bah!"
He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, letting the huge pain stimulate his mind. He finally regained his brief clarity and retreated quickly.
At this time, he no longer wanted to kill anyone, he just wanted to escape unscathed and return to Huaizuo Mansion alive, so he prayed to God and worshiped Buddha.
cough……
There was another heartbreaking cough. Mo Xiong felt as if he had been hit hard. His body that leaped into the air suddenly froze, as if he had been hit by a immobilization spell. It was very strange.
Whoosh!
Of course, Liang Qiufeng would not let go of such a good opportunity. The man and the sword merged into one. The next moment, a cloud of blood surged up on Mo Xiongyu's stiff body, like a blooming blood flower, bright and dazzling.
Mo Xiongyu stumbled to the ground, his eyes looking in disbelief at the old man lingering next to him.
The old man could not feel the slightest flow of true energy.
However, Mo Xiong really understood that the root cause of his capsize in the gutter lay in the other party's sick cough——
With every cough, the true energy contained in the sound waves was simply more violent and turbulent than thunder and lightning.
Using Qi to transmit sound, the sound waves are surging. This is the killing power that can only be displayed by a strong man at the level of King Wu.
Could it be that this old guy is...
Severe pain surged in his chest, and his consciousness slowly became blurry. Mo Xiongyu pointed at the old man and shouted: "You!"
One word exhausted his last vitality, and he looked up to the sky and fell down.
The old man shook his head and sighed: "I'm old and no longer useful."
He coughed softly again.
"Uncle Grand Master, take care of yourself."
Xiao Jihai came up and spoke with concern.
Leng Zhuer obediently and gently patted the old man's back to help him feel better.
"This, this..."
Zhou Youhuai now somewhat understood the key point. Mo Xiongyu died not by Liang Qiufeng's sword, but by the old man's cough.
What a terrifying power?
Isn't that the old man...
Zhou Youhuai swallowed hard.
He chose to join the Zhongnan Sword Sect. In addition to wanting to prove the swordsmanship with Liang Qiufeng, he was also optimistic about the future prospects of this sect. Another reason was the existence of Master Lu. There is a sect with King Wu sitting in charge, which means Completely different.
So, what about the sect with two Martial Kings?
Zhou Youhuai suddenly felt a little lucky that he had made the right choice. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)