The sharp sword in Tu Zhanfeng's hand emitted a red light, and the light was divided into nine parts. The red light was dazzling, with endless killing intent! And Mao Gong's hand also drew a white light, and soon, the two lights fiercely
They hit each other hard.
The ground shook again, and I felt like this marble building was about to collapse!
This is the first time that Mr. Mao has dealt with an attack seriously. He killed the Nine Blood Drops, Yin Wuji, and the three snake demons just now! But Tu Zhanfeng is different. Tu Zhanfeng is at the highest level of Void Refining and Taoism, so he seriously
responded.
As a master of this level, I know very well how big the gap in realm is! Sometimes it seems like a gap in realm, but it turns out to be a world of difference in action.
"Old guy, you are quite powerful. You can actually withstand my Nine Red Cloud Swords." Tu Zhanfeng said coldly when the two of them faced off.
Mao Gong snorted and said, "Hongyun Nine Swords, it's nothing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Gong pushed forward with all his strength, and suddenly a wave of air was pushed out from his body. Tu Zhanfeng's expression changed, and before he could react, his whole body was pushed out.
After landing, he took several steps back before he could regain his footing!
After he regained his footing, he raised his head and looked at Mr. Mao. On the other hand, a Tang knife had already formed in Mr. Mao's hand. It was a real knife made of gas, and the blade shone with cold light, mixed with white light.
Even more sharp-edged.
"I have played with knives before, but not for a long time! Today, I will play with you." As he spoke, Mao Gong took the Tang knife and killed Tu Zhanfeng.
That figure was like a gust of wind, as fast as lightning, flashing past, leaving only the cold shadow of the sword's light wherever it went.
Soon, the two of them started fighting. Their speed was so fast that they could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. I only saw two shadows flying back and forth in the hall, a white shadow,
A red shadow.
"Mr. Li, can Mr. Mao win?" Fatty Wu Looking at the two intersecting shadows, he asked me with a puzzled look on his face.
I stared at the battle situation, nodded firmly and said, "We can win!"
Mao Gong's ability is unfathomable. He only used one move to kill Yin Wuji! And he still used the power of the sky, which Yin Wuji is best at.
Now, he is using the sword again. The sword is what Tu Zhanfeng is good at, and he is using the method that Tu Zhanfeng is good at to attack the opponent. What is this called? Whatever you are good at, I will use that method to deal with you, so that you will be convinced.
Therefore, as long as Mr. Mao still uses the methods that the opponent is good at against, he will definitely win!
Just when I firmly trusted Mao Gong, there was a loud "boom" between the two shadows.
Then the two of them were ejected, and Mao Gong landed on our side. I saw that he had several stab wounds on his body. But the injuries were not serious, and they seemed to be just skin wounds.
On Tu Zhanfeng's side, after he landed, he knelt directly on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. His domineering attitude was gone, and there were many more scars all over his body.
Which one is strong and which one is weak is already known!
In this battle, Mao Gong won completely, not to mention crushing him!
Mr. Mao patted his wound and snorted, "I haven't played with a knife for a long time. I'm not good at it! You're a good young man. You can actually stab my old man."
These words are Tu Zhanfeng in their connotation!
How could Tu Zhanfeng not know? He knelt on the ground and raised his head to look at Mr. Mao with a sad look on his face. There was a bit of hatred in his eyes, but more of surprise.
"What kind of swordsmanship is that of yours?"
He couldn't believe that he would be defeated
This old man suffered such a completely oppressive defeat!
Mao Gong put away the Tang sword in his hand and said calmly, "Thirteen cuts of the Tang Dynasty!"
"The Thirteen Slashes of the Tang Dynasty! Aren't they already lost? How..."
"Lost! The so-called lost is just that we don't want to spread it out! For people like me, do you think you can know things that I don't want you to know? It's like telling an ordinary person that there is someone in this world who can fly.
letter?"
This metaphor is very appropriate, that is, when you are not at a high level, you cannot guess what people at that level will do.
Tu Zhanfeng shook his head. He wanted to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, he knelt down again.
He felt extreme pain in his feet, so he simply turned over and sat on the ground. Only then did he see that his hamstring had been severed. The place where the hamstring was severed was bleeding.
"You, you, you broke my hamstring?" Tu Zhanfeng asked in a hoarse voice, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his words that he wanted to kill him.
Looking at Tu Zhanfeng's angry and unwilling eyes, Mao Gongzheng replied righteously, "Yes! Aren't you going to stop us from leaving? I don't want to kill you, so I just picked your hamstring so that you can't stop us.
Got it!"
"Now, can we go?"
Mao Gong did this just because he didn’t want to get involved too much with Xuanmen. Maybe he thought Xuanmen was very annoying!
Tu Zhanfeng was filled with hatred to the extreme. For a practicing warrior, how could he accept the fact that his hamstring was severed? It would be easier to kill him than to kill him. He hated and he was angry! Staring at Mr. Mao, he said
Ah, a howl.
This howl expresses his dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction!
"Why don't you kill me? If you can, kill me. Kill me!"
"Ha!" Mao The public sneered, not at all like Bird Tu Zhan Feng!
He turned around and looked at us and said, "Let's go! Don't waste time here."
I hummed, hugged Ye Qing and left, but after just a few steps, Mr. Mao stood still and listened to something.
"What's wrong? Mr. Mao!" Seeing Mr. Mao's alert look, I couldn't help but ask.
Mr. Mao raised his head and looked at the Tongtianjing. His face suddenly changed and he said, "No, there are still people! Get away quickly."
As Mr. Mao said these words, a huge energy suddenly came from the Tongtianjing. This energy was like a huge mountain pressing down on the hall, and the whole hall began to tremble.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise and the hall collapsed.
In the emergency, I hugged Ye Qing and quickly dodged the falling bricks.
Finally, before the hall completely collapsed, I dodged all the bricks and successfully reached the ruins. Fatty Wu and Jin Yao were all fine, and even Tu Zhanfeng climbed out safely.
However, among the ruins, an incredible scene appeared before our eyes!
I didn't know when ten people with white hair, white beards, and white robes had arrived! These ten people were forming a circle, and in the middle of their circle stood Mr. Mao.
Mao Gong looked around at the ten people surrounding him and said calmly, "Have all the ten saints of the Tu family come out?"
"Mao Jiutian, you have been anonymous thirty years ago and don't care about Jianghu affairs! Why are you hurting my descendants of the Tu family now? Are you provoking no one in our Tu family?"
Mao Jiutian!
It turns out that Mr. Mao’s name is Mao Jiutian, wait! This name, I think I heard my grandpa mention it before!
