Chapter 12: Ben Thunder Nineteen Swords

Sima Feng's long hair was scattered, and Wang Yuan held a sword in his left hand, obviously his right hand had been injured by the enemy. The masked man was holding a short gun, his marksmanship was flexible and flexible, Wang Yuan made three moves to "welcome guests" in a row, only to block his offensive, but the swordsmanship he learned was limited, only to see the enemy's short gun together, the red tassel on the gun shook away, dazzling flowers, poof, Wang Yuan was shot in the right shoulder.

Sima Feng stabbed two swords sharply, forcing the enemy to take a step back, and shouted, "Wang Yuan, go and wrap your wounds." Wang Yuan said: "It doesn't matter!" stabbed out a sword, and his footsteps were already staggering.

The masked man let out a long laugh, crossed the handle of the gun, and slapped it on Sima Feng's waist. Sima Feng threw his sword in his right hand and squatted down in pain.

Ding Lie was shocked, and immediately grabbed the sword, raised his breath and stabbed out, the tip of the sword was only handed out by one foot, the internal breath swelled up, and the right arm hung down softly. When the masked man saw the sword, he was about to dodge sideways, and then shot him back, but his sword could not pierce a foot, and his arm hung down.

The masked man was slightly surprised, and without thinking about it for a while, his left leg swept and kicked Ding Lie out of the temple gate. With a bang, Ding Hunt fell into the waterhole outside the temple.

The heavy rain poured down, his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears were full of mud, and he couldn't move for a while, but seeing that Wuwei had been knocked down, the two enemies who were originally fighting against him had gone to besiege Sima Zongheng and his wife. After a short time, two more enemies came out of the temple, and it became a situation in which Sima fought seven people alone, and Mrs. Sima resisted three enemies.

I could only hear Madame Sima and an enemy shouting in unison, and both of them were wounded in the legs at the same time. The enemy retreated, and although Mrs. Sima was missing one enemy in front of her, she was slashed heavily in the leg, and the injury was really not light, and she made a few moves, and was hit in the shoulder by the back of the enemy's knife, and fell to the ground.

The two masked men laughed and clicked a few holes on her vest. At this time, the disciples in the temple were injured one after another and were subdued one by one. The enemy who came to attack obviously had another plan, only to knock down and capture the disciples of the Kunlun group, or point to their acupoints, but did not hurt their lives.

Fifteen people gathered around Yue Buqun, eight good players stood in eight directions, and Sima Zongheng battled, and the remaining seven people each held a Kong Ming lantern in their hands, shooting the light at Sima Zongheng's eyes.

Although the head of the Kunlun faction has deep internal skills and excellent swordsmanship, the eight people who fought against him are all good hands, and the seven lights are shining directly on him, which makes it even more difficult for him to open his eyes.

He knew that the Kunlun faction had been defeated today, and it was about to be wiped out in this Bodhisattva temple, but he still waved his sword to guard the door, his strength was long, and his swordsmanship was strict.

A masked man shouted: "Sima Zongheng, do you surrender?" Sima Zongheng said loudly: "I would rather die than be humiliated, and I will kill if I want to." ”

The man said, "If you don't surrender, I'll cut off your wife's right arm first!" said as he lifted a ghost-headed knife with a thick back and a thin blade, and under the illumination of Kong Ming's lamp, the blade emitted a faint blue light, and the blade was aimed at Mrs. Sima's shoulder.

Sima Zongheng hesitated slightly: "Do you want my senior sister to cut off an arm?" But then he thought to himself: "If you abandon your sword and surrender, and you are generally bullied and abused by them, how can the name of my Kunlun faction for hundreds of years be buried in my hands?"

Suddenly, he took a breath, his face was full of purple energy, and he swung his sword and slashed at the man on the left. The man raised his sword to block the grid, but he didn't know that Sima Zongheng's sword was accompanied by purple smoke magic skills, and the strength was strong, and the knife was forced back by the long sword, one sword after another, and at the same time cut his right arm, cutting off his right arm in two, and blood splashed everywhere. The man screamed and fell to the ground.

Sima Zongheng made a successful move, and with a sneering sword, he inserted another enemy into the left leg, and the man cursed and retreated. There were two fewer people fighting against him, but the situation was not slowing down a little, and there was a pop in the ground, and a chain hammer was slapped in his vest, and he attacked three swords in a row before he drove away the enemy, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The enemies cheered in unison: "Sima Lao'er is injured, and he is tired to death!" The six people who fought against him saw that the odds of victory were in their hands, and let go of the circle, this time, Sima Zongheng had no chance.

There were a total of 15 masked enemies, three of whom were injured by Sima Zongheng and his wife, only one was seriously injured by cutting off his arm, and the other two were injured in the leg, which was fine, holding a Kong Ming lantern in his hand, and he couldn't stop scolding Sima Zongheng.

Sima Zongheng listened to their accents from both north and south, and their martial arts were more mixed, obviously not the same sect, but they tended to retreat, and they had a deep tacit understanding with each other, and they did not get together temporarily, what was the origin?

He was sure that these people had never fought with him, and there was no enmity, was it really for the sake of the "Flowing Cloud Sword Technique" that he came to embarrass the Kunlun faction so much?

He thought in his heart, but there was no unremitting effort in his hands, the purple smoke skill was displayed, the end of the sword tip faintly shone brightly, and after more than ten moves, another enemy was hit by a sword in his shoulder, and the steel whip in his hand fell to the ground, and another masked man outside the circle snatched it and went out for him, this person was holding a serrated knife, the blade was heavy, and the head of the knife had a hook, so he couldn't help but lock the long sword in Yue Buqun's hand.

Sima Zongheng was full of internal strength, and his spirit grew longer and longer, and suddenly his left hand backpalmed and hit a man in the chest, and with a click, he broke two of his ribs, and the iron staff held by the man in both hands fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, this man was extremely brave, and his ribs were broken, which was painful, but he aroused his rage, rolled into the ground, and hugged Sima Zongheng's left leg with open arms.

Sima Zongheng was taken aback, swung his sword and slashed at his vest, and the two single knives next to him stretched out at the same time. Sima Zongheng's long sword failed to be cut off, and his right foot kicked him on the head. The man was a good grappler, his left arm grew out, and even his right leg was hugged, and he rolled with it.

No matter how strong Sima Zongheng's martial arts were, he couldn't stand still, and he fell down. In an instant, a single knife, a short spear, a chain hammer, a long sword, and all kinds of blades were aimed at his head, face, throat, and chest at the same time.

Sima Zongheng sighed, let go of the sword, closed his eyes and waited for death, only to feel that his waist, flanks, throat, and left breast were pointed at the acupoints with heavy hands, and two masked men pulled him to stand up.

An old voice said: "Mr. Sima, the iron gentleman, has outstanding martial arts, and he really deserves his reputation, we combined the strength of fifteen people to deal with one of you, and four or five people were injured, so we caught you, hehe, admire, admire! But then again, we have fifteen people, but you have more than twenty people, in comparison, you Kunlun sent more people. We defeated the Kunlun faction tonight with less and more, and this battle is not easy to win, isn't it?"

The rest of the masked people said, "Yes, it's not easy to win." The old man said: "Mr. Yue, we have no grievances with you, and we take the liberty of offending tonight, but I just want to take a look at the "Flowing Cloud Sword Technique". Is this sword spectrum, it was not originally from your Kunlun faction, you did everything possible to bring the young son of Wang Yuan's foreign family into the door, naturally you were plotting this sword spectrum. This matter is not above board enough, and when fellow martial artists heard it, everyone was very angry. The old man persuaded me with good words, but you still offered it!"

Sima Zongheng was furious and said: "Since it has fallen into your hands, you will kill if you want to, why do you talk such nonsense?

A masked man laughed and said loudly: "Isn't it easy to damage your reputation? Your wife, daughter, and several female disciples are all good-looking, so we might as well divide up and marry as a little wife! Haha, this time, your Mr. Sima will be famous in the martial arts." ”

The rest of the masked men laughed along, and their laughter was full of obscenity. Sima Zongheng was so angry that his whole body trembled. I saw several masked men pushing a group of male and female disciples out of the temple. All the disciples hit the acupoints, some of them were covered with blood, and some of them fell as soon as they arrived outside the temple, obviously injured their legs and feet.

The masked old man said: "Mr. Sima, our origin, maybe you have already guessed three points, we are not heroes in the martial arts, there is nothing that we can't do." The brothers have a lustful nature, if you offend Mrs. Zun and Ling Ai, it will not be very glorious in your face. ”

Since Your Excellency doesn't believe it, just search for us and see what the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique is!"

A masked man smiled, "I advise you to give it yourself." Search up one by one, and find your wife and daughter, it may not be good-looking. "When that's done, you're going to do it.

At this time, Ding Hunt limped into the entrance, and all the juniors and disciples were happy to see Ding Hunt, but they were worried about his injury.

I only heard the masked old man say: "Everyone go together, and divide the corpses with knives!"

There was no time to think about it again, the long sword came out, and the "broken long sword style" of the "Nineteen Swords of Thunder" was used, and the tip of the sword trembled, pointing towards the eyes of the fifteen people. I could only hear "ah!", "ouch!", "ahh The thirty eyes of the fifteen masked men were all stabbed in an instant by Ling Hu Chong with a swift and incoherent technique.

Ben Lei Nineteen Swords "Breaking Sword Style" hit thousands of hidden weapons with one move, thousands of points, there was a difference in order, but the sword was too fast, as if it was issued at the same time.

This sword move must be hit with every stab, and only a slight stab is missed, and the enemy's hidden weapon will shoot itself. Ding Hunt has not been trained in this style, but the eyeballs that stabbed people slowly moved closer, after all, it was far easier than hitting the hidden weapons that had been accumulated, and he stabbed thirty swords, and thirty swords stabbed thirty eyes.

After he stabbed, he immediately rushed out of the crowd, his left hand held on to the door frame, his face was pale, his body shook, and with the sound of "dang", the long sword in his hand fell to the ground. But when I saw the fifteen masked men holding their eyes with their hands, blood could not help but ooze from between their fingers. Some crouched on the ground, some screamed, and some rolled around in the mud.

The fifteen masked guests suddenly saw darkness in front of them, and felt the pain unbearable, and in horror, they only held their eyes and shouted loudly, if they could calm down a little and continue to attack in groups, Ding Hunt had to cut the blades of the fifteen people into meat sauce.

But no matter how high his martial arts skills are, how can he be calmed down when he is suddenly blinded by someone? How can he continue to attack the enemy? These 15 people are like headless flies, wandering around, not knowing what to do.

Ding Lie was overjoyed when he succeeded in a single blow, but when he saw the tragic situation of these fifteen people, he couldn't help but be afraid and compassionate.

Sima Zongheng was surprised and shouted: "Hunter, break their hamstrings and torture them slowly." Ding Lie responded: "Yes...... It's ......" leaned over to pick up the long sword, but he didn't know that this move involved the internal force, and the whole body was just fighting, and he couldn't grab the long sword when he said anything, his legs were weak, and he sat down on the ground.

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