Yun Wuchao has been famous in the south of the Yangtze River for twenty years, and it is not for nothing. He is the best in martial arts in the Haisha Gang. After learning that he was unsuccessful in pursuing and killing a certain gang, he already knew that he had turned from darkness to light, and he was completely in line with the Hengshan Sect.
Broken face.
Fortunately, the Hengshan Sect's hand could not reach the south of the Yangtze River. Even though Yun Wuchao knew that he could not defeat the Hengshan Sect, he could only bite the bullet and hold on for the sake of his reputation and status.
Seeing Monk Xing's attack was a killing move, Yun Wuchao was shocked and immediately took three steps back. However, Zheng Gui's attack was merciless. The subsequent changes of the sword followed immediately, and the sword blade was about to hit Yun Wu.
tide.
Feeling a dull pain in his chest from the cold air of the sword, Yun Wuchao groaned secretly in his heart. He knew that the Hengshan School's swordsmanship was really good, and his life would be in danger if he dragged on any longer. At the critical moment, he did not dare to worry about his face and raise his arms.
Then he released his sleeve arrows.
A black light flashed in front of Zheng Gui's eyes, and his right shoulder suddenly felt numb. He couldn't help but take three steps back. He looked down and saw a black iron arrow filled with poison stuck in his shoulder and arm. He suddenly opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "
The leader of a dignified gang is so despicable, how can he convince the public?"
Upon seeing this, the six girls Yi Qing and Liang Qi also shouted loudly and rushed over to surround Zheng Gui and Yunwu Chao. The Haisha Gang also surrounded the seven Hengshan sect members with angry curses. For a while, they shouted and cursed on the river.
It echoed up.
Yun Wuchao slowly pulled out the two Emei thorns on his lower back and sneered: "Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. I am a member of the underworld. How can I have many fair and just methods? I only blame you, little monk."
I just don’t understand the treacherous nature of people’s hearts!”
Yun Wuchao laughed and said: "Monk Dingding is injured. The Hengshan sect's seven-person sword formation has been broken. Children, hurry up. Whoever can kill the monk Dingding will be rewarded with thirty taels of gold. Whoever kills the Hengshan nun will be rewarded with 30 taels of gold."
Fifty taels of silver!"
It is said that there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. The disciples of the Haisha Gang are desperadoes who lick blood from their swords. After hearing this, they excitedly waved their swords and rushed towards Yi Qing and others.
Zheng Gui was injured and it was difficult to form a formation, so the six men from Yiqing had to form a circle to protect Zheng Gui, and then used the sharpness of Longquan's sword to block the Haisha gang.
Although Yi Qing, Liang Qi and others had their weapons broken or even injured by one or two Haisha Gang members with just one swing of their swords, more Haisha Gang disciples rushed forward shouting.
Yi Qing felt anxious, knowing that although she could support her for a while, her manpower was limited, and the six of her would still be killed in half an hour at most. She cut off the long swords of two gang members with one sword, and turned to look at Fu.
Zheng Gui, who was trying to use the medicine to remove toxins, said: "Uncle Master, the toxins have just entered the body at this time, so it would be better to bleed!"
Zheng Gui's expression changed after hearing this, and he immediately waved the Longquan sword in his hand and lightly scratched the wound. A three-inch long wound was cut into the flesh, and black blood immediately flowed out.
Zheng Gui gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain and the weakness caused by the bleeding. After a while, he saw that the blood turned bright red. He knew that he had taken the Baiyun Bear gallbladder pills, and it could be said that there was no serious problem. He immediately bandaged the acupoints with one hand, and then
Holding the sword in his left hand, he walked up behind Yi Qing and said in a deep voice: "Form a sword formation and charge out!"
The six people from Yiqing changed their footwork and formed a seven-star long dragon with Zheng Gui. The power of the seven long swords suddenly increased greatly when they were swung. The eager disciples of the Haisha Gang, who thought they were getting more and more hopeful of winning, were hacked to death in an instant.
He killed more than ten people, and was so frightened that the disciples who followed him did not dare to rush forward, but only dared to circle around and make test moves.
Yun Wuchao looked at the seven Hengshan people in surprise and whispered: "Hengshan martial arts is truly worthy of its reputation. This monk is extremely ruthless. I think he is even more ruthless than the gangsters like us. We must not spare his life..."
Yun Wuchao was surrounded by several of his disciples. The eldest disciple bowed and said: "Master, no matter how powerful Monk Dingding is, he is still a human being. If he consumes even one stick of incense at most, they will not be able to escape."
Yun Wuchao was silent for a while and said, "I wonder if Mr. Zhu Weng succeeded?"
The eldest disciple of Yun Wuchao has always been the best at figuring out his master's thoughts. Hearing this, he whispered: "Lv Zhuweng is the nephew of the leader, and his martial arts is naturally superb. I'm afraid that the leader of the Hengshan Sect, Dingxian, may not be the same."
Opponent, how can Dingyi escape from the clutches of his old man?
Master, if you invite Mr. Zhu Weng to come, from now on we will be disciples of the divine sect, and we will have a backer. Even the Five Mountains Sword Sect will not dare to provoke us again!"
What Yun Wuchao was most proud of was his move to the Sun Moon God Sect. He laughed a few times after hearing his disciple's bragging, then frowned and said: "The reputation of Hengshan Sanding is not small, and the Hengshan Sect is famous in the north.
He has not been a good person for hundreds of years. Although Zhu Weng is a master of the divine religion, he may not be able to win Dingyi. I think he can stop the old nun Dingyi..."
Just as master and disciple Yun Wuchao were talking, the wound on Zheng Gui's right shoulder began to ooze blood again. He felt like stars were appearing in front of his eyes, and he was about to fall down if he couldn't help it.
Yi Qing saw his uncle's embarrassment, swung his sword towards him, blocked most of the pressure, and said: "Uncle, why don't you break out first, and the six of us will stop the thieves!"
Hearing this, Zheng Gui was excited and seemed to have gained strength. He licked his chapped lips due to excessive blood loss and said, "That's not possible. You are all in danger because of me. How can I survive?"
Shi, Yiqing, you are optimistic about the opportunity, I will go and die together with the ghosts in the tide!"
As Zheng Gui spoke, he used the Xiong Yao Jin that he had already perfected. The muscles all over his body suddenly tightened and swelled. The bandage squeaked loudly after the right shoulder muscles swelled, and the wound no longer oozed blood.
At this time, Zheng Gui suddenly regained his energy. He felt that his body had infinite energy. This was the manifestation of Xiong Yaojin's outer sect martial arts, which had reached its peak and was used with all its strength. It could explode a person's potential and overdraw a person's vitality.
In exchange for powerful explosive power.
At this time, Zheng Gui had exposed veins on his face and hands, his eyes were red, and the large monk robes on his body looked a little thin due to the bulging muscles. He roared and rushed into the crowd. At this time, he didn't care about any sword skills, Long Quan.
The sword killed more than ten people with horizontal and vertical slashes.
The Longquan Sword can cut iron like clay, and in the hands of the infinitely powerful Zheng Gui, it explodes with huge power. No matter how the disciples of the Haisha Gang block it, the weapons in their hands will always be destroyed by Zheng Gui's Longquan Sword like their bodies.
He was cut into two pieces, and the smelly blood, internal organs, and even stench of broken intestines, feces, etc. were sprinkled on him.
After Zheng Gui mastered Xiong Yao Jin, he already had the power of thousands of kilograms. Now when he used his external skills, he could even exert thousands of kilograms of power in every movement of his hands and feet. With the superposition of internal strength, the power of his shots was already comparable to that of the top masters in the world.
How can the disciples of the Haisha Clan who are not good at martial arts or who are at least fourth or fifth class stop him?
In less than a cup of tea, Zheng Gui's black monk's robe was stained with blood and began to drip with blood. There were also pieces of flesh, brain and blood splattered on his bald head. He looked like a human being.
demon.
The disciples of the Haisha Gang had already been defeated by Zheng Gui alone. Everyone was frightened and began to flee. Zheng Gui felt that the seemingly infinite power in his body began to fade. He suddenly turned his head and ran towards the boat on the shore.
Yun Wuchao's master and apprentice yelled and ran after him quickly.
"Where can the ghosts in the tide escape?"
Yun Wuchao considers himself a hero who has experienced hundreds of battles, but seeing Monk Hengshan Dingding looking down at the crowd like a murderous god, watching countless gang members being cut into two pieces by his sword, Yun Wuchao is so famous.
The senior expert from western Zhejiang still had cramps in his calves and broke out in a cold sweat.
When the fighting spirit of the gang was weakened, he turned around and wanted to return to the boat. However, when he was approaching the boat, he suddenly heard Zheng Gui's thunderous roar, which scared Yun Wuchao to stagger, and then he rushed towards the boat at a faster speed.
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At this time, Zheng Gui could already feel that his energy was gradually declining. He saw that Yun Wuchao was in front of him and was willing to let him go. He poured all his internal energy into his legs and galloped, like a strong horse rushing to the river bank.
When Yun Wuchao was about to jump onto the boat gang, he pushed aside a few caltrops thrown by Yun Wuchao's disciples with one hand, and stabbed the Longquan sword straight with the other hand. With a pop, Yun Wuchao was stabbed to the core.
Yun Wuchao looked at the tip of the sword coming out of his chest and felt waves of regret in his heart. He regretted that he had lost his mind to attack with certainty, and even more regretted why he provoked the Hengshan Sect...
Among all these regrets is Yun Wuchao's regret that he did not dare to face the determined monk until his death, and risked his life in a fight...
When he closed his eyes, Yun Wuchao thought in his heart: If I desperately use the wave step, and then use the two ultimate kills of "cutting water" and "stabbing ice", even if I can't kill the qualitative monk, I will definitely be able to hurt both sides and die together.