Lu Qingdu's pupils shrank, and he saw a sword light chasing the wind and lightning to tear through the sky, and the killing intent and anger contained in it made people feel cold.

Compared to this kind of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship he had learned before was simply crude and ridiculous.

"Ah......h

He squeezed a sharp roar of despair and fear out of his throat, and the desire to survive exploded, wanting to avoid it.

But it's too late......

Poof!

Before Lu Qingdu's cry could be heard, the swift sword had already pierced through his throat, cutting off all the roars and despair and locking them in his throat.

His fat body stood upright in place, the long sword in his hand fell with a clatter, and his two palms subconsciously covered his throat.

But the hot blood in his neck gushed out like a fountain, and he couldn't stop it.

"Little Livestock ......"

Lu Qingdu muttered a slurred murmur in his throat, bleeding from his eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could finish speaking, he popped and fell to the ground, motionless.

The hot blood flowed to the ground in a blink of an eye, and the bright red blood made all the disciples present have pupils tingling and froze in place.

"Evil Barrier!"

Almost at the moment when the long sword in Yang Guo's hand pierced Lu Qingdu's throat, Zhao Zhijing's figure moved.

He stepped on his feet, without the slightest mercy, and the long sword in his hand came out of its sheath with a bang, and with an incomparable true qi, he performed a gasification and three clear swordsmanship.

The sharp sword light instantly enveloped Yang Guo's body, blocking him in all directions, making it impossible for him to escape.

"I ...... I killed someone?! ”

Only then did Yang Guo come back to his senses and realize what had just happened, the corpses and blood on the ground made his mind blank, and his heart was full of panic and fear.

Facing the long sword that Zhao Zhijing attacked and killed, he subconsciously cast a thousand miles of throat sealing.

Sonor!

The weapons collided, and the flames burst out.

Yang Guo's figure retreated violently, although his swordsmanship was strong, but in the end it was not as good as Zhao Zhijing's true qi, he was beaten back five steps, his body staggered, and he almost fell.

"Beast, you dare to kill your senior brother."

"And your swordsmanship, it's clearly my all-true swordsmanship! I obviously didn't teach you this swordsmanship. ”

"Who is it? Who dares to be so rebellious, violate the rules of the door, and pass on your swordsmanship? ”

Zhao Zhijing's face was full of anger, he had such a rebellious criminal under his door, stealing swordsmanship from the door, and even killing his fellow brother.

It's a heinous crime, and the sin deserves death!

At this moment, his heart was full of murderous intent, and he longed to kill this rebel with a sword.

Otherwise, I will become a laughing stock among my peers.

How else to compete with Yin Zhiping for the position of the chief of the three generations?

His feet were on the ground, his arms were open, like a wild goose soaring into the air, and then a sword shadow was like a raging storm, slashing towards Yang Guo's head and face.

Bang dang! Bang dang! Bang dang!

Yang Guo has only learned one trick to seal his throat, where can he parry Zhao Zhijing's all-out killing moves.

After the long sword in his hand blocked the enemy's three slashes, his arm finally went numb, and he was directly twisted by the enemy's blade and fell to the ground.

Zhao Zhijing slapped it out, spurting blood from Yang Guo's mouth and falling to the ground.

"Brute, tell me where you stole my true swordsmanship?"

"If you don't say it, I'll slap you to death!"

His face was extremely hideous, and he directly pinched Yang Guo's neck and lifted him up, and asked viciously.

Yang Guo was almost pinched out of breath, and at this time he had already gone out, frantically punching and kicking Zhao Zhijing.

"Brute, do you still dare to resist?"

Zhao Zhijing was hit by his fists and feet, although it didn't hurt or itch, but under the attention of many disciples of three or four generations around, he only felt that he had lost face.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Without hesitation, he slapped Yang Guo's already swollen cheek a few times.

"Evil obstacles, do you want to say it?"

"Phew!" Yang Guo spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and almost spit on Zhao Zhijing's face, although he avoided it, it still fell on the robe.

"Even if you beat me to death, I won't say it!"

Zhao Zhijing was furious, and after a few slaps on his head and face, he roared fiercely: "I'll ask you one last time, do you say it or not?" ”

The skin and flesh on Yang Guo's face were cracked, and the white bones of Sensen could be vaguely seen, which was extremely miserable.

"Hey ......"

"Want to know who taught me? Come to me, and I'll tell you. ”

"Little brute, don't you want to play any tricks with me." Zhao Zhijing stepped forward a little.

Yang Guo took the opportunity to open his mouth and bit down on his ear.

Zhao Zhijing was already wary in his heart, and hurriedly avoided it, but at this time he completely lost his patience, and ordered the disciples on the side: "Hang him up for me, don't give him anything to eat or drink, I want to see how hard his mouth is." ”

There were other Quanzhen disciples around who saw that Yang Guo's thin body was covered in blood, his cheeks were swollen, and he could barely see the human form, and he was a little unbearable.

But now that Wang is not on the mountain, Zhao Zhijing, as a senior brother and Yang Guo's master, cannot allow others to interfere at all how to deal with it.

I could only watch Yang Guo being hung on a big tree, at this time it was already a cold winter, and it was getting colder and colder on Zhongnan Mountain.

Yang Guo was not lightly injured, and he was hung on a tree with non-stop bleeding, only to feel that there was no pain in his body, his eyes were black, and he was almost unconscious.

"Mother, I miss you......"

At this time, he seemed to see Mu Nianci's figure, his heart was full of sourness and sorrow, and he couldn't help but want to cry.

At this moment, I don't know which disciple in the audience muttered: "Yang Guo often goes to the Houshan Scripture Building, this sword technique can't be taught by the one in the Scripture Building, right?" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of dead silence, and even Yang Guo's body stiffened slightly, and a trace of anxiety flashed in the pupils covered by blood.

Zhao Zhijing's face showed a trace of ruthlessness, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I knew that he did it, violated the rules of the door, taught us the swordsmanship of our disciples, and even died because of it." ”

"I'd like to see, this time, how does he explain to the door?"

When Yang Guo heard this, he pulled his throat and said urgently: "It's not him, it's not him, it has nothing to do with Senior Brother Lu!" ”

Zhao Zhijing looked at him like this, and his face showed a look of pride, "Little animal, you protect him like this, it seems that the swordsmanship was really taught by him." ”

"This time, I'm going to make it impossible for both of you to eat!"

"Put this little beast down for me, go and two people will hold him up, and everyone will follow me."

As soon as the words fell, he stepped towards the scripture building.

(End of chapter)