The strength of these black-clad guards is indeed extraordinary. When Wu Zhi kills one of them, he will also be chopped by them!
I am afraid that only Wu Zhi in the world can resist this method of exchanging one life with a knife!
Lu Zhishen wanted to rush forward to help, but Wu Zhi shouted back: "Second brother, go and rescue these children! Come on, don't ink! I'll stop them!"
"I won't be able to leave until you all go out!"
"Brother-in-law, you must stay alive. You must never let my sister become a widow!"
Lu Zhishen did not expect that these black-clad guards would be so difficult to deal with, and as the whistle kept blowing, there were also rapid and orderly footsteps in the aisle far behind him. It was obvious that there were more
The black-clad guards are on their way!
After all, there are only four of them, and they have little chance of winning against so many vicious guards in black!
"when!"
"when!"
"when!"
Throughout the claustrophobic space, the sound of swords clashing could be heard from time to time!
The guards in black died one by one under Wu Zhi's sword, but when they were about to die, they would try their best to leave a wound on Wu Zhi's body!
Lu Zhishen, Sun Erniang and others quickly broke open the wall and took out all the children inside.
Sun Erniang quickly found Pan Jinlian's younger brother Pan Yan, and there were several children of the same age beside him.
One of the children was tall and handsome. At this time, his eyes were staring straight at Wu Zhi's tall back.
His eyes are full of reverence, admiration and yearning!
What Wu Zhi is using now is the Shaolin Temple’s 72 unique skills: the breaking sword technique!
All these sword techniques are killing moves, and can only be used when a person desperately wants to die with the enemy!
At this time, Wu Zhi used it to resist the enemy and create more space for everyone to escape.
"Walk!"
Lu Zhishen let out an angry roar and quickly evacuated with hundreds of children!
"Chase! Chase me!"
The first batch of black-clothed guards who rushed up had already been chopped to pieces by Wu Zhi, and Wu Zhi himself also had more than a dozen wounds on his body!
Even with Jiuyang Zhenqi protecting his body, Wu Zhi still felt that it was a bit too much!
His face turned slightly pale, and his steps were more frivolous. But he knew that he must not retreat at this time, because at the end of the corridor, another group of black-clad guards came quickly.
In order to create more time for Lu Zhishen and the others, Wu Zhi made a sudden move!
He held the knife in both hands and rushed towards the man who was blowing the whistle like a cheetah.
The man thought that Wu Zhi would definitely turn around and flee, but he didn't expect that he would rush forward!
The man went to the ground and kept retreating, but Wu Zhi rushed to the man. The distance between the sword in his hand and the man's neck was getting closer and closer!
"Whoosh!"
The blade with a cold light cut open the whistle in the man's hand and cut off his fingers!
In the blink of an eye, a trace of blood was wiped on the man's neck!
Wu Zhi spun on the spot, and a blood-red drop of water slowly hung down along the bright blade.
When the blood drop reached the end of the blade, it was evaporated by the hot energy!
The man's body was still retreating, but his head had already fallen off his neck. He could not believe until his death that there was such a fast knife at this time!
And the whistle that was broken into two parts actually ignited a flame on the ground.
The man's severed neck had even burnt marks!
Wu Zhi shook his right hand and said calmly: "I haven't practiced in these years, but the sword has still become slower."
The reason why Wu Zhi said this is that his sword skills are practiced one sword at a time, and he always wins with speed!
When he was in the Shaolin Temple, he always had to be punished because he often broke the rules.
Among them, he often takes a hatchet to the backyard to chop firewood. The mountains of wood are the best objects for Wu Zhi to practice his sword.
He chopped wood faster and faster, and his chops became more and more precise.
In the end, when the hatchet rubs against the wood, sparks will even be produced!
But there was only a little spark. According to the sweeping monk, Wu Zhi had almost mastered the Shaolin Temple's unique skill, the wood-burning sword technique!
