Chapter 49 Battle
Luo Dujun saw the opportunity, made a sword gesture with one hand, and drew the sword with the other. The snow-white sword light shone on the faces of Yang Ruo and Ning Fusang, and Yang Ruo subconsciously raised his sword to block.
The hand he was holding the sword was still shaking, but he was holding the sword extremely tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. There was an exciting sword cry, and the two swords that were intertwined were quickly shaken apart, and the air waves rolled towards them. Scattered around.
"Junior sister Ning, although the person in front of you is only a fourth-level monk, he has rich fighting experience. I think it may be a bit troublesome to capture him alive. The fighting will affect you, so you should step aside and avoid it." Yang Ruo turned slightly. He turned his head and said to Ning Fusang.
Ning Fusang raised his eyes, said "Senior brother, be careful" and left the battlefield temporarily.
Seeing Luo Dujun's moves in the distance, they were extremely cruel. Ning Fusang whispered in his heart: "He is not experienced in fighting, but experienced in killing."
The other party is not a genius like Yang Ruo, who has never killed anyone until he has cultivated to the fifth level. Ordinary monks who have cultivated to the third level have survived countless escapes from death.
The competition for resources is inherently cruel.
As a direct disciple, Yang Ruo has not realized this yet, but Luo Dujun has never forgotten it.
How many times did he almost die at the hands of monsters, and how many times did he escape from the hands of monks who were more advanced than himself.
Cultivation and combat power are not completely equivalent!
This is what past combat experience told Luo Dujun. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his left sleeve, a burst of mist-like smoke rushed toward Yang Ruo's face.
Yang Ruo had little combat experience, but he was not an idiot. He mobilized his spiritual energy to form a tight protective shield.
The green smoke and dust brushed against the spiritual defense shield. Li Zhoushui, who was watching the battle, slapped his thigh and shouted: "Looks like this stupid boy, how can he react so quickly!"
There was a rustling sound behind him. Li Zhoushui looked back and saw a bit of cold light coming through the leaves. He rolled on the spot, picked up his fellow swordsman, held it with both hands horizontally, and held it in front of him.
Stepping back left and right, Li Zhoushui used his strength to push forward against a cang tree, knocking away Ning Fusang's sword. He stepped backwards, stepped on the cang tree, and thrust forward.
laugh!
Mars flying!
Ning Fusang stepped back dozens of steps, suddenly turned around and stabbed, but the sword tilted and swept towards the person who was attacking from the right.
The latter touched his neck, still on his head, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Zhoushui's eyes lit up and he called happily: "Junior Brother Mao Dong, you came just in time!"
"Senior Brother Li, Senior Brother Mao, and us."
Elsewhere, three voices sounded in unison. Looking around, five people had formed a circle, trapping Ning Fusang.
The remaining third level person went to help Luo Dujun.
Very stupid tactic.
Ning Fusang thought.
If the third level person came to deal with her first, she would definitely be tied up and trapped in jail. But he chose to deal with Yang Ruo. Isn't this asking for death?
But the people of Qiu Shuang Sword Sect have their own considerations. Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong are both in the second level and cannot interfere in Luo Dujun's battle. However, they are more than enough to deal with a second level person. Who knows, they can still involve him. As long as a young man with unknown cultivation shows a flaw, Luo Dujun will deliver a fatal sword!
The five people formed a sword formation, started to seal the secret, and the flying swords intertwined and attacked towards Ning Fusang. She leaned up to avoid the flying swords in front of her, and then quickly straightened up and moved left and right. Strike, knocking back the sword blades flashing with cold light on both sides.
Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong flew forward, caught the hilts of their respective swords, and killed Ning Fusang.
The spiritual power exploded, a layer of light lit up on the flying sword, and the cold air surged crazily, as if it was solid, and seemed to split the air.
"The second autumn frost is slow!"
"Double Frost Blade!" Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong shouted at the same time. A wave of cold air slowly froze the surrounding vegetation, making people's fingers become numb and their movements become sluggish. Seven or eight double shadow sword lights came flying towards them. .
Ning Fusang's eyes were cold, the sword in his hand was close to the palm of his hand, he rotated a few times, and shot out the cold star sword radiance, hitting the Shuanghua sword blade respectively.
She walked with her sword, creating a stream of light. Snap, bright red blood splashed onto his face.
This first-level Qiu Shuang Sword Sect disciple had a very thin sword mark on his neck. If the blood wasn't so obvious, he might not be able to see the hair-thin wound clearly.
Blood spurted out, more and more.
The other two first-level disciples felt the unprecedented crisis and moved closer to Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong.
Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong looked at each other, feeling shocked and angry. They knew they could no longer hide behind their backs and had to go all out.
The two figures quickly approached Ning Fusang, slashing one to the left and one to the right, hard and sharp. Ning Fusang was one against two, his expression did not change, his figure was dexterous, and he disrupted the opponent's moves.
After more than ten rounds, all three of them were injured, and the hands holding the swords were all bloody.
Ning Fusang wiped the blood on her clothes and held the sword tightly again. Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong also wiped the blood on their clothes without paying much attention, then raised their arms and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
The corners of Li Zhoushui's lips were pulled down, and his expression was not good-looking. He licked his dry lips, with a faint glint in his eyes: "When her spiritual power is exhausted, she will just be the fish on the chopping board, let us slaughter her."
Mao Dong's cheeks were hot, he turned to look at the girl in green and said calmly: "It's better not to be careless and underestimate the enemy. Her moves are the way to kill people."
"I understand." Li Zhoushui's carelessness had been smoothed out by several mistakes. He nodded to Mao Dong, held his sword, and rushed out!
Mao Dong followed the plan and quietly disappeared from Ning Fusang's sight. A chill came from the back of his spine.
"Watch your back!"
Aquan's eyes widened and she shouted a reminder. She made a hand seal with her hands and cast a water spell, but the speed was too slow!
Ning Fusang blocked the attack with a backhand and kicked Mao Dong in the heart. He ducked and dodged Li Zhoushui's frontal attack.
At this time, Aquan's water spell hit Mao Dong. He was drenched all over and fell into a deep pit. He was choked by the soil and had difficulty breathing.
Aquan's expression was slightly relaxed. The next moment, he met Zhubei's cold eyes. The other tribesmen stared at her critically.
"Aquan, why do you want to help the human race?" the eldest shark asked.
Her lips quivered and her voice was low: "I just stand on the opposite side of the Qiushuang Sword Sect."
"Wrong."
Aquan raised his head and saw the old shark's eyes were indifferent: "We sharks should be on the opposite side of the entire human race."
"They want to kill each other. What does it have to do with us? You shouldn't have taken action just now."
The old shark looked at Aquan with pity: "Have you ever thought about what will happen to you if the Qiu Shuang Sword Sect wins?"
Aquan bit his lip: "The word left and right are just the same word for death, so what's the difference?"
(End of chapter)