Chapter 153 Confidence
On the other side, Hua Wuying had an iron sword in his left hand and an epee in his right hand. He was half-kneeling with both swords on the ground, panting.
In front of him, two tall monks, one fell to the ground and the other half-kneeled.
The monk who fell to the ground had a deep wound on his chest. His ribs were broken and his organs were chopped. He was already dead. The monk who was half-kneeling had an arm, neck and more broken. It was bent at a terrible angle. Although it was still breathing, it was no different from death.
"So tired...so tired..."
Hua Wuying murmured to himself, trying to raise his sword many times, but he couldn't do it no matter what.
The strength of these two monks is only slightly weaker than him. The two of them joined forces to stabilize his head. If it weren't for his defensive swordsmanship, another person would have been hacked to death. He was the only one who could Fight back in a desperate situation.
He looked at the two monks in front of him, his eyes full of apology and bitterness.
"Why do you do evil things, why do you want to kill people?"
He said solemnly: "If you choose to be good people, you won't be killed by me..."
At this moment, a heartbreaking shout suddenly came from the distance.
“Help! Help!”
Hua Wuying was surprised at first, and then happy again.
"This is not Fu Xiandi's voice. Could it be that he has already succeeded? But..."
Another doubt flashed on his face: "If he captured someone, he shouldn't give in to the law. A cry for help.”
After thinking for a moment, Hua Wuying gritted his teeth, veins popped out in the hands holding the hilt of the sword, and supported himself to stand up little by little.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
“The young leader of the Martial Arts Alliance is indeed extraordinary.”
Hua Wuying was stunned and turned around slightly.
I saw a man in black standing behind him. Judging from his body shape, posture, and tone of voice, he was exactly the same as the Fa Ai he had seen before.
It's just that the man in black listened to the cry for help, his eyes were particularly fierce and cruel.
"Dharma?"
Hua Wuying turned his head slightly, but the cry for help in the distance still didn't stop.
Looking forward, there is another Dharma in front of us.
The smart man reacted immediately: "More than one method?!"
"You know it's too late."
The man in black, Fa'ai, sneered: "You...can't fight anymore, right?"
As he spoke, he raised his arms Vibrating, several sharp iron claws popped out of his sleeves, and with a movement of his body, they were approaching like black smoke!
Hua Wuying's pupils shrank sharply, and he abandoned the heavy sword without hesitation and swung the iron sword.
But after a fierce battle with two powerful monks, his physical strength was at its lowest. This sword swing was slow and light, unable to resist the iron claws.
There was a local sound, and the iron sword did hit the iron claws, but was unable to block it. The iron claws and the sword hit Hua Wuying's chest together.
But this claw did not penetrate.
The iron claws cut open Hua Wuying's coat, revealing the silvery soft armor inside.
“You!”
Fa Ai’s eyes narrowed.
At the same time, Hua Wuying smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and the iron sword spun up in his hand, twisting towards Fa Ai's wrist with a clanging sound!
Fa Ai was startled and wanted to stop, but in just a blink of an eye, the iron sword in Hua Wuying's hand turned into two, two into four, four into eight, and turned into dozens of sword shadows. Coming at you!
The overwhelming shadow of the sword made Fa Ai's pupils shrink to an extremely small size. At this moment, he had no way to avoid or retreat.
In less than a breath, his iron claws were twisted into twists, and his hands were dripping with blood
Seeing that the shadow of the sword was about to swallow up Fa Ai, Hua Wuying suddenly died A shock.
The hand holding the sword froze in mid-air, veins popped out on the back of the hand, and the five fingers were trembling. It was difficult for the iron sword to move forward even half an inch.
The shadow of the sword dissipated, leaving only the tip of the sword falling in front of Fa'an's face door.
Fa Ai looked at the iron sword in amazement that could pierce his Yintang by just a hair. After a moment, he suddenly laughed wildly! "Hahahaha! You have no strength!"
Hua Wuying gritted his teeth and his ears were full of ridicule, but his body had indeed reached its limit and he could not even take a step forward. I can't even use my strength.
Fa Hui flew up with a kick and kicked the iron sword away unceremoniously. Then he jumped up and changed his legs and kicked Hua Wuying like a heavy whip.
He grunted, flew out, and landed in the mire.
The swamp soon showed its ruthless side and gradually began to swallow up his hands and feet, and Hua Wuying was no longer able to struggle.
Fa'ai sneered, stopped looking at him, stood up, and floated away towards the distant cry for help.
The swamp submerged Hua Wuying's body bit by bit, and before he knew it, only one of his heads was left exposed... Before long, he would be completely swallowed up.
"Master..."
He murmured with a wry smile: "I still haven't learned...don't always do things beyond your capabilities..."
Speaking of this, he raised his eyebrows Looking at the vast sky, he seemed to be talking to himself or to someone.
"I know I was wrong, I will practice Zhijian Baishu... I just ask Master... to help them..."
Hua Wuying's voice was very low and soft. , obviously no one can hear it except him.
But miraculously, someone did respond to him.
"No, you still don't know your fault."
At the same time as the voice sounded, a steady footsteps came.
Hua Wuying looked slightly sideways.
I saw a tall figure blocking the sun, standing steadily on the mire, standing beside Hua Wuying.
This is a man who takes good care of himself. He looks about fifty or sixty years old, but his skin is not old at all. He is wearing a plain robe, with his hands behind his back. His long snow-white hair is tied up around his waist. Although he has long trousers, Although he has a beard, his white beard is also very neat and clean. His two temperaments of "immortal style" and "heroic spirit" are undoubtedly revealed in his body.
"Wuying, this time you just failed and were unable to help your friends anymore, so you admit your mistake."
The man looked down at the young man at his feet and said calmly: " This is not true."
Hua Wuying smiled bitterly: "Master..."
This is none other than the leader of the Wulin Alliance, Jiang Baichuan.
Miraculously, when he appeared, the swamp seemed to solidify and no longer swallowed Hua Wuying.
"You are my disciple who I regard as my own."
Jiang Baichuan said calmly: "Of course I will save you, but this should not be your confidence."
"The young hero Fu who is traveling with you knows how to buy more things at the Nebula Chamber of Commerce and make preparations. What about you? You have been waiting with him all night, but you don't even know how to prepare for yourself."
"Is this your attitude in the face of a powerful enemy? Even if it is to send a message, Fa'ai has the ability to send you a message quietly. With your intelligence, you didn't expect that he can also steal the message? Even if you have a back-up plan, , don’t you know?”
"No, you just don't care. Just because you know that my teacher is watching you, you are confident."
He shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment: "Maybe my teacher should give you an update. Thorough tempering."
Hua Wuying saw the meaning in the master's eyes, and his mood became depressed.
“I’m sorry.”
He whispered: “Master, I’m sorry.”
"You can reflect here." Jiang Baichuan lowered his eyelids: "This quagmire can't kill you. When you regain some strength, climb out on your own."
Hua Wuying responded softly: "Yes "
"As for your friends..."
Jiang Baichuan said calmly: "I haven't received your letter, so naturally I don't know what happened to you, let alone help you. People, if you want to help them, think of your own solution."
Hua Wuying sighed: "...Yes."
As he finished speaking, there was no longer a single figure around him, and not even a gust of wind had blown up, as if the person who had just appeared was just a phantom.
(End of this chapter)