Chapter Seventy-Eight: Where Does the Breeze Come From?

The sword is a sharp weapon for killing, the sword qi is naturally extremely sharp, although Wu Qi'er's palm is heavy, but it is still pierced by a sword qi, and then the sword qi is endless, stabbing him in the chest, on the other hand, Zhang Ruoxu's figure has flown out upside down, and a mouthful of blood spurts out of his mouth. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hong Wen's figure rose from the ground and took Zhang Ruoxu, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

Song Yu's face was gloomy, Zhang Ruoxu and Qi grew up together, the relationship between the two was the best, at this time, seeing Zhang Ruoxu so seriously injured, he would not be heartbroken, that is, he didn't expect that the beggar gang had a disciple so powerful.

Wu Qi'er stood in the ring, a pale color appeared on his face, and he was also secretly afraid, if he hadn't experienced all kinds of dangers since he was a child and developed the instinct to dodge, this sword would have taken his life.

Although Zhang Ruoxu was seriously injured, he couldn't lose his life, because everyone in the world knew that the Guiyuan Pill of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

Su Dashanren, who was sitting in the first row next to the ring, stood up and said, "In the first game, the beggars helped Wu Qi'er win."

The name of Su Dashan is Su Shanren, but why he is called Su Dashan on the rivers and lakes is that he is a great benevolent man, it is easy to become a good man, but it is not easy to be a great benevolent person.

Su Dashan people are eighty and two this year, since he was ten years old, he began to do good, a day to do a good is its minimum standard, now he has been doing good for 72 years, when the two Zen Temple Kong Hui master, when he saw Su Dashan people are sighing to themselves, called it a contemporary living Buddha.

This is already a contemporary model, Lei Feng in the world of rivers and lakes, when he got up, even the dustless masters beside him hurriedly got up to help each other.

Su Dashanren's words, no one refutes, no one will refute, Su Dashan people do not know martial arts, but they are admired by the world, relying on his prestige, he has been looking forward to his life, and his prestige is almost unmatched today.

It is said that Su Dashan was surrounded by a group of mountain bandits, and the housekeeper reported his name, and those mountain bandits actually gave Su Dashan a group of courtesy to cross the mountain, and robbed Su Dashanren not to say that he couldn't get by on his conscience, but there would never be a place for him on the rivers and lakes.

Although Song Yu is a tendon, he will not be stupid enough to refute Su Dashanren's words, and this game is indeed won by the beggars.

Song Yu turned around and saw Hong Wen and said, "Hong Wen, you go to the second game."

Hong Wen nodded, and jumped into the ring, and Wu Qi'er naturally went down to recuperate.

Hong Wen came to the stage, hugged his fists and said: "Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Hong Wen, please help the beggars to teach."

A smile appeared on Ding Yunhao's face, and then he slowly walked to the ring.

The faces of the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were ugly, and Wu Shi was even more angry and shouted, "Ding Yunhao, you are shameless."

Ding Yunhao didn't care about Wu Shi's accusation at all, but said: "I, Ding Yunhao, studied under Jiang Zhixing, and the elder is naturally the same generation as the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, is it because I have cultivated to a high level, I am shameless, what is the reason."

When Ding Yunhao was eighteen years old, Ding Yunhao was favored by Elder Jiang and accepted as a disciple, and he was twenty-five years old this year, and he was already a cultivator of the Nine Realms of the Righteous Heart, although he was old, he was indeed a disciple of the same era as Hongwen.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are different, all the swords in the world are returned to the sect, it sounds majestic, and the arrogant swordsman sounds even more full of praise, but this praise and fame are written by many disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect with blood.

In order to train the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to become a lonely swordsman, they are not allowed to ask anyone from the sect for help for three years, and all difficulties have to be faced alone.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect also have a fatal shortcoming, that is, they are young, when the Ten Thousand Swords Sect recruits disciples, they are all a group of babies, they are young, which naturally means that the time for martial arts training is short, so on the contrary, the older ones naturally have a long time to practice martial arts.

Ding Yunhao's words, no one refutes them, and there is nothing to refute, you are young, your martial arts are low, they are not excuses, we are disciples of the same generation, and it is okay to fight.

Even Su Dashan did not raise a voice to object, although the beggar gang's move was a little inappropriate, but it also did not lose the name of chivalry, which is also the reason why Ding Yunhao experienced the pain of losing his teacher and felt revenge in his heart, otherwise the beggar gang would definitely not do such a thing.

is at the peak of his state of mind, Ding Yunhao;

The peak realm of self-cultivation, Hong Wen;

The result is obvious, everyone wants Hong Wen of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to admit defeat directly, but the person sitting next to the ring doesn't think so, because the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are all swordsmen, and they would rather bend than bend, and they will admit defeat without making a move.

Sure enough, the sword in Hong Wen's hand was instantly unsheathed, and there was a sharp sword aura, and the long sword stabbed straight towards Ding Yunhao.

Before Ding Yunhao worshiped Jiang Zhixing's master, he was a martial artist at the peak of self-cultivation, and naturally he was good at it, but he saw Ding Yunhao put his hands into fists and smashed towards the long sword.

The two fist marks shattered Hong Wen's sword and smashed into Hong Wen's chest, Hong Wen spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his ribs were broken for an unknown number of pieces, and his body flew out upside down and smashed heavily on the ground.

But he still wanted to struggle to get up and draw his sword, Ding Yunhao was unmoved, another punch was struck, and a fist mark appeared on the field again, this punch hit Hong Wen, and Hong Wen must be killed.

It was at this time that a sword qi arose beside Hong Wen's body, the fist mark was shattered by the sword, and a black figure appeared in the ring.

Song Yu said with a chill on his face: "Ding Yunhao" is just three words, but it is full of killing intent.

It was really wrong for Song Yu to come to power privately, but no one objected, after all, Ding Yunhao had gone too far.

Ding Yunhao has a lot of hatred in his heart, he knows that he doesn't want to kill Yang Huaxu in his life, so he wants to kill in the ring of life and death, so the two factions will naturally fight bloodily, even Yang Huaxu can't be alone.

He hated Yang Huaxu for killing his master, and he hated the Ten Thousand Swords Sect even more for ruining his future, so he naturally felt a little crazy in his heart.

Ding Yunhao didn't care about Song Yu's coming to power, because everyone in the rivers and lakes knew that the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were the weakest when they first came down the mountain, and once they were given time, they would all become masters.

But at this time, he wouldn't give them time, and when he saw Ding Yunhao punch again, several fist marks appeared, smashing towards Song Yu.

Zhongzheng swordsmanship is to take the meaning of Zhongzheng and keep peace, although the defense is not as good as the world-famous sword, but not everyone can break through.

The shadow of the fist in the sky smashed on Song Yude's sword, Song Yu did not retreat a step, and blood continued to overflow from his mouth.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were broken, and the disciples of the Beggar Gang also felt that their faces were gloomy, and when they saw Song Yu, the people all saw the sword that would rather not bend.

But how sharp the sword is, when it is under too much pressure, it will still break, Song Yu finally took a step back, and then took three steps back, and when he retreated in front of Hong Wen, he couldn't retreat, and when he retreated, Hong Wen would die under his fist.

At this time, the fist shadow in the sky condensed into a punch and smashed towards Song Yu, a trace of madness appeared on Song Yu's face, and the long sword in his hand actually stabbed towards the fist mark.

This is almost the last blow of a swordsman, after all, Ding Yunhao's punch at the peak of his heart is infinitely powerful, and it is not at all something that Song Yu of the self-cultivation realm can stop, and everyone in the audience held their breath and their eyes widened.

At this moment, a clear wind came from nowhere, and a sword slashed through the sky, smashing the fist shadow and shattering the killing machine.

A slightly embarrassed figure appeared in the middle of the field and said, "Zhou Ruoyu, why hasn't ****** arrived yet?"

When Song Yu saw this figure, he couldn't help but smile a little, and when he saw the senior brother, then the banner of maintaining the reputation of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect naturally fell on the senior brother, and when he heard Lin Yu's words, even Song Yu couldn't help but say: "I give full marks to this forced pretend."