Chapter 255 Fighting the Night Slasher 【Seeking Monthly Ticket】
The blood blade trembled, shaking out thousands of blood spots. It sprinkled on the heads and faces of the three people, making it even more ferocious and terrifying.
Qin Yanxiao was stunned by the sudden sword attack. He looked at the horizontal knife in his hand in disbelief. Several cracks had been made on the blade surface by the sword, and thick blood seeped into it, tracing cruel lines.
He raised his eyes and saw that the person who made the move was a thin Zoroastrian. Although there was blood in your eagle eyes, there was a clear meaning. He was obviously just a young man.
But if he is just a young man, how can he break through his own "Ye-Zhanbing Sword Technique" with one sword?! This young man may have an extraordinary background!
The young man is Yang Chaoxi.
It turned out that at the moment before he drew his sword, many truths were suddenly understood!
Powers are strong and weak, and people are good and evil. How can you tell so much about yourself? When you act chivalrously and righteously, you should follow your heart. If you don't get to the bottom of everything and look forward and backward, how can you draw a sword and fight against injustice?
When encountering good, help the good; when encountering the evil, punish the evil! When encountering the strong, hoe the strong; when encountering the weak, support the weak!
A knight's actions should be as simple and clear as this. Be kind and hate evil like hatred!
What we see today, regardless of public hatred or private grudges, right or wrong, whether motivated by public motives or selfish desires...it is a big mistake to bully the weak by force! Being bloodthirsty and willing to kill is the most evil thing!
I only know that this Xuantu Dharma Protector has appeared in Xianglu Village since today, fighting Taoist priests all the way, resisting recruitment of soldiers, and fighting wild monks, just to protect the Zoroastrian followers, but he has never relied on force to kill indiscriminately. Seeing the mighty group of warriors, he
He left, wanting to embarrass his brothers in the religion. He actually dragged his injured body and ran all the way to help the remnants of the Zoroastrian who besieged this place.
However, after arriving here after a long and dusty journey, most of his strength has been exhausted, and the wounds on his body are oozing blood. In such a miserable state, he still has to hold on and fight with the heroes, so that the injuries are added to the injuries, and the strength is gradually exhausted. Therefore,
In Yang Zhaoxi's view, what Yingwu Army Qin Yanxiao did was not only bullying the weak, but also adding insult to injury!
So without further hesitation, the Xuantong sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed, and at that critical moment, the Xuantu protector was finally rescued from the sword.
A twists and turns, a narrow escape!
Luo Changqing, the protector of Xuantu, felt a great sense of joy in his heart. He was overjoyed for a moment, and tears almost came out of his eyes: It turned out that when he was about to die, what he thought about most was his childhood sweetheart Qiuniang. Fortunately! Fortunately! I
Still alive! If something happens here and I can still survive, I must retire from the world so that I can spend the rest of my life on Qiuniang...
Luo Changqing's mood returned a little, and the pain from the many wounds on his body began to make him gasp again. Seeing that the young cultist who came with him was already fighting with Qin Yanxiao, he reminded with concern: "Little
Brother, be careful with his sword skills..."
Yang Chaoxi said without looking back: "Master Protector, go and treat the injury quickly! This man's sword skills are rough and there is nothing to worry about. He is a humble man who knows how to cook..."
"Hey! You kid with a yellow mouth, you are not ashamed of your words! Today, I will let you know how powerful the 'Ye-Zhanying Sword Technique' is!" Qin Yanxiao saw that this young man, although his sword skills were weird, dared to make disparaging remarks about himself. He was furious and the sword in his hand flashed.
Much denser.
Yang Chaoxi's sword moves were simple, with only a few light and shadows. A few thrusts of the sword broke through some of the false shadows of the sword, leaving only the actual moves hidden deep inside. But he commented: "You also call this the 'Ye-Zhan Sword'?
I’m afraid you’re learning the Xibei sword technique, right?”
"What!" Qin Yanxiao was furious. He was a master of swordsmanship and had gone through numerous battles in more than ten years. Everyone who saw it was frightened, and everyone who tried it was invincible!
However, today, first he was secretly learned the moves by the protector of the sun, and now he was framed as a counterfeit swordsman by this arrogant young man... This is tolerable, but what is intolerable! The Zoroastrian demons should be killed to death!
Yang Chaoxi swung his spear to block, unfolding the essence of "Wuwei Sword Technique" bit by bit. At the same time, his thoughts were whirling:
Is this the "Ye-Zhanbing Sword Technique"? Hao Jinhan, the master of Shangqingguan, Wu Xuzi, also taught them a set of "Ye-Zhanying Dao", but it was obviously much cruder than the one used by the person in front of him. Hao Jinghan did not
He was honest and said that all the moves he taught were imitated moves, but he praised the real "Ye-Zhan Sword Technique" so much that it was amazing! How about splitting mountains and cutting off rivers, destroying cities and villages, and making the sun and moon lose light... It was an extremely exaggerated statement.
Yang Zhaoxi and others were still young at that time, so they listened with great interest and believed it without doubt.
Today, I suddenly saw this suspected authentic "Ye-Zhan Sword Technique", and I couldn't help but be secretly shocked. However, just like the guardian of the sun, I also had the idea of stealing my skills to learn from him.
However, Protector Yaori pretended to be defeated, induced him to use his moves, and then wrote down all the moves. But Yang Chaoxi used words to stimulate him, urging him to be violent, hoping to make the sword wielder use both his moves and his sword intention.
It's easy to practice it and learn the whole set.
Sure enough, Qin Yanxiao, who was in a rage, had no time to think carefully. As if to prove his sword skills, he quickly poured out many moves that were as bright as the moon and as dense as stars - the silver moon threw shuttles and scattered stars.
, many stars surround the moon, the moon has few stars, it rains west of the window at night, things change and stars move, it is difficult to see clearly in the long night...
The light of the sword flickers on and off, and the strong wind cuts across the face. The sword is no longer a sword. As it chops and sweeps, it looks like a series of bright red swords, entangled with the Xuantong sword. In the dense "ding, clank, clank" sound
Among them, the horizontal sword and the long sword have long been indistinguishable.
Suddenly, the light of the sword turned red, and the shadow of the sword was covered with frost!
Yang Zhaoxi groaned, and was accidentally hit by a knife in his right arm. The sharp pain hit him, making him frown. The pain was bearable, and it was probably just a scratch on the flesh. But when the long sword in his right hand was swung, it could no longer rotate.
As before, he handed the sword to his left hand, made two false blows, and pulled out a sword flower, which was even more satisfying than his right hand.
Qin Yanxiao was struck with a sword, and felt extremely relieved. Just as he was about to sneer a few words to dampen the young man's spirit, he saw that he was holding a sword in his left hand, and he was actually a few minutes faster than before. The sword body brought out an afterimage, and his chest straightened.
If you sting, you will be here as soon as you cross your eyelashes!
"Bah!" Qin Yan roared back with his sword, but he was a little too late after all. The sword had already stabbed the center of the mouth, but it curved into an arc, making a sound of gold and iron.
Yang Zhaoxi was greatly surprised, and soon understood: the leader of the Yingwu army was obviously wearing mail armor. Otherwise, he would have been killed by Zhuo long ago, even if he had superb sword skills and brave offensive.
The remnants of the teaching surrounded and killed him. How could he survive and fight with the Xuantu Dharma Protector to death?
Qin Yanxiao was also shocked and broke into a cold sweat. The enthusiasm that he had just ignored life and death seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on him, but now his mind was a little clearer. He was amazed at the speed of the young man's sword, and he was thankful that he was protected by mail.
After saving his life, he couldn't help but wonder: "The demon is actually left-handed!"
Yang Chaoxi raised his sword eyebrows and smiled coldly: "You can see the master's left-hand sword. Today's experience is worth it!"
Qin Yanxiao flicked the knife with his finger and coldly snorted: "Zhuzi, you have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth!"
As he said that, he drew his sword and pounced on him, using a series of sharp killing moves towards Yang Chaoxi's vital parts, leaving him no room to breathe.
Yang Zhaoxi breathed evenly, and the breath circulated like a vast river, rushing rapidly along the small Zhoutian. The innate and acquired Qi escaped from the pores, infiltrating every inch of the skin, and many small wounds were unknowingly
, slowly healed; more of the two Qi penetrated into the limbs and bones, making the whole person more energetic.
I saw him dodging left and right, avoiding the stabbing of the horizontal sword, walking leisurely under his feet, as if he were wandering. The Xuantong sword in his hand became more and more restrained, and it took a long time to send out a stab, and it was withdrawn at the touch of a touch, never sloppily.
However, every thrust of the sword is a well-thought-out and well-timed attack, making people unable to avoid it and frightening them!
Qin Yanxiao used the "Ye-Zhan Dao Technique" once, but never got even a cent advantage from Yang Chaoxi.
Yang Chaoxi also seemed to have adapted to his sword skills. When he drew his sword again, it already contained the power of wind and thunder! The sword blade was filled with energy and made a subtle sound of "chi chi". The sunlight reflected on the sword was a bit dazzling.
feeling!
When facing the enemy, the most fearful thing is to be timid. Although he already felt strange, Qin Yanxiao suddenly changed his mind, put the knife in his sleeve again, and rushed forward again!
"Ding ding ding ding ding! Bah! Bah! Bah..." Qin Yanxiao gritted his teeth and swung his sword, feeling that the force of the young man's thrust was more than twice as strong.
The tip of the sword hit the blade, causing pain in his mouth. It was as if the thin three-foot green edge had turned into a powerful and heavy wolf-toothed pestle. He ignored it and smashed it hard. The exquisiteness of the "Ye Zhan Ye Sword Technique"
The moves were gradually introduced, but all of them were smashed to pieces, making it difficult to achieve even an inch.
The heroic soldiers nearby and General Qin, who had few opponents, were beaten back by the Zoroastrian demons, and they all rushed over to help him.
However, how can ordinary guards like them pretend to surrender to those who can make General Qin unable to resist him?
Without even looking, Yang Zhaoxi listened to the sound to identify his position, stole his feet and kicked repeatedly, and immediately kicked the fastest charging soldier over. The soldier's head hit the back of the knife, and he instantly suffered a bloody head injury and passed out.
When the other heroic soldiers saw this, they couldn't help but froze. But General Qin was in trouble and couldn't just sit back and watch, so after hesitating for a while, he continued to kill him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..." The dull sounds sounded one after another, occasionally mixed with one or two screams of pain. Yang Chao kept kicking his feet, either hitting the chest or hitting the shin... In just a few breaths, the ground was already in a mess.
, no one can rush forward.
Qin Yanxiao's face was miserable, and the sword in his hand was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning. His right hand could no longer grasp the handle of the sword. Now that he was holding the sword in his left hand, his strength and speed were even worse.
"Qiang!" A decisive sword cry resounded throughout the world.
Qin Yanxiao could only feel the sound of swords ringing all over Liuhe. And that piercing cold light was imminent! It was so fast that he had no time to close his eyes!
The sword in his hand fell powerlessly, and his anger suddenly turned into bone-crushing sadness. Only the majestic appearance of the twin brothers was left in his mind, and he couldn't help but shed tears: Yan Biao! My brother is incompetent and cannot avenge you.
!However, my brother will be able to come down and accompany you soon...
The tip of the sword pierced the flesh and touched the center of the eyebrow, but stopped abruptly.
A line of blood crossed the wing of the nose and flowed to the corner of the mouth, and a fishy sweetness suddenly filled the lips and teeth... Is this the smell of death?
Qin Yanxiao slowly closed his eyes, too much reluctance had accumulated in his heart, which was difficult to dissolve. At this time, as time passed, it disintegrated little by little. Just like this residual body, it will eventually decay and turn into dust...
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded: "General Qin, you still have one breath left, why should you give up all your thoughts?"
Qin Yanxiao opened his eyes, only to see that the young man's long sword had paused and stopped between his eyebrows. His left arm was pulled by a riding crop, making him unable to move forward any further.
It turned out that at the last moment, Xiao Zhan suddenly took action and saved him.