Chapter 485 The additional effects of the Nameless Sword Technique
Chu Pingsheng cut off his arm with a sword, the sword energy entered his body, and his meridians were seriously damaged. Logically speaking, he should be disabled, but after arriving at Dadong Mountain, Wu Zhu His functions slowly recovered, and he also discovered that the overbearing true energy in his body had undergone some changes. It was able to flow between the broken meridians, organs, and acupuncture points. His cultivation progress could be said to be a thousand miles, and he was probably not even halfway there at this time. The fighting power of the Grandmaster.
This reminded him of a word - don't break, don't build, break and then build.
Unexpectedly, Chu Pingsheng’s humiliation actually fulfilled him.
Although he already knew his origin, this encounter gave him the consciousness of the protagonist. Like Yang Guo with a broken arm, Linghu Chong with alien energy, and Yan Nantian with a medicine jar, not all disasters can turn into good fortune like this. , become auspicious in times of trouble, and then defeat the big BOSS, becoming invincible in the end.
"Uncle Wuzhu, after I repair your body, I will go back to find..."
Halfway through his harsh words, the horseman driving in front suddenly shouted "Hu" and the carriage stopped quickly.
"What's wrong?"
Fan Xian was puzzled. He opened the door curtain and looked out. He saw four riders standing opposite, two in front and two in back. The person behind him was wearing a helmet on the left. Wearing a white turban and a white blouse, she looks like a woman.
The one on the right is an old acquaintance, Begonia Duoduo, the saint of the Northern Qi Dynasty.
As for the two riders in front, Fan Xian's eyes suddenly turned red after seeing those two faces, and the rage almost ignited the skin of his body.
Chu Pingsheng!
The guy next to him with a face like black coal, a body like a bamboo pole, and dressed in red is none other than Ode Biao, the commander of the sword guards.
"Isn't it good to be alive?"
"Chu Pingsheng..."
Fan Xian picked up the sword placed in the corner of the carriage and jumped onto the grass next to him. At the end of the gentle slope on the right was a gurgling small river with clear water and a few fish.
Whoosh...
There was another strange sound, and Wu Zhu also jumped out of the carriage, holding a pair of spiked iron crutches in both hands, and stood very steadily on the official road.
The groom saw that he was not a good person, so he quickly pulled the reins, turned in a circle, and drove away with a cloud of dust.
“Oudebiao, it’s time to test the results of your training.”
Chu Pingsheng did not move. Odebiao stepped on the stirrup and jumped out. His long sword wiped a beam of cold light in the air, and the scabbard flew straight into the tree trunk on the right.
Fan Xian held the sword with one hand, drew it hard, and then turned around and lifted it very gracefully.
At this time, he is not the same as before. Not to mention the commander of the sword guard, the White Ape is here, just in time to avenge Gundam.
However, this extremely fast and smooth stroke only hit an afterimage. The black and red Oudebiao seemed to have no bones, and his body was twisted like a snake, following the sword's force. Entering, the sword comes out of the flying catkins, and is handed over lightly. The cold light suddenly turns into three, and three turns into nine, as if there are nine Odebiao attacking from different directions.
What is this move?
Fan Xian was horrified and hurriedly waved his sword to block it.
Ding-ding-dong-dang...
I thought that this sword was an imaginary and unpredictable sword style, but it turned out to be true no matter how I thought of it.
Chi...
Fan Xian was unable to resist, and his elbow was struck by the sword. His calf did not avoid the sudden burst of sword light, and his skin and flesh were immediately torn open, with blood flying everywhere.
snort!
He recoiled in pain, horrified.
With just one move, he was injured by a master who was confident that he could even match the half-step master?
"You are no match for him."
Wuzhu's legs were completely disabled and he had difficulty moving, but his "eyesight" was still there. Knowing that Fan Xian was not good, he kept his iron crutch on the ground and flew over him In front of him, he stabbed Ode Biao in the right rib.
Chu Pingsheng sat on the horse, smiled calmly, and watched Fan Xian and Wu Zhu fight against his sword guard leader.
Oudebiao's calves sank, and his toes drew a slight arc on the ground. His body turned like a top, and like a long-sleeved palace maid who was good at dancing, she easily let go of the sharp-pointed iron crutch.
Wuzhu finally lost his legs and was in the air, unable to change direction. He could only lift his right hand up with the iron crutch and stab him again.
As Audebiao turned around, he raised his hands up and then pulled them away. His posture was as graceful as a dandy wearing colorful clothes and broad robes in a theater troupe. Wu Zhu felt a surge of energy like a wave. Coming forward, he unexpectedly missed the iron crutch on his right hand.
Looking at Oudebiao again, he crossed his legs and lowered his waist, half-twisting his body, making a very feminine squatting salute. The sword in his hand was turned behind him, aiming at Fan Xian's position without revealing it.
But with this implicit sword, Fan Xian felt as if he had been hit hard, and he stood dumbfounded with his sword raised, because in his last breath, a killing intent that was so cruel that it felt like falling into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood surged. After entering the body, the scalp will immediately feel numb and the hair will stand on end.
Based on the common sense of modern people he possesses, in this situation, adrenaline should be soaring, and physical fitness and Qi should be running to the extreme. However, the murderous intention instantly froze his body and sublimated it. His domineering energy was almost solidified, and he could no longer cut with his raised sword. He could only watch helplessly as Ode Biao turned lightly, straightened his body, "pulled out" the sword hidden behind his back and swung it.
Shua...
A beam of cold light, an invisible sword energy, a rushing wind, a burst of bright red, and an arm flipped into the air.
"Sword Qi..."
Fan Xian looked at his left shoulder. Blood was pouring out and falling on the green grass.
And his broken arm kept spinning, bringing up blood, making a subtle sound of clothes breaking through the air, and fell into the small ditch next to it. With a splash, reddish water splashed, and the sword sank to the bottom. , and the broken arm slowly moved away under the wash of running water, stained with blood red.
Fan Xian did not scream, but looked at Oudebiao with disbelief and muttered to himself: "Grandmaster? Impossible...impossible...absolutely impossible."
Last year Audebiao was still on the ninth level, how come he became a grand master this year? It’s not even a year yet!
Fan Xian knew very well how big the gap was between the ninth rank and the grand master. It was not possible to advance through hard work and study. He was injured by Chu Pingsheng's sword energy, and his meridians were in dilapidated state. After absorbing high-intensity nuclear energy in Dadong Mountain for more than half a year, he only reached the level of a half-step grand master today. Why did Ode Biao... stay with Chu Pingsheng for a year, break through to the ninth level and become a grand master?
Why?
Why is this? !
He couldn't understand the logic.
And just when he was doubting his life, Odebiao passed the long sword forward, and the sword energy exploded, slashing the five bamboo iron crutches from the middle, like a hatchet chopping bamboo pieces. , Riding the wind to break the bamboo, a sword pierced Wu Zhu's left chest, and with a twist of his backhand, the sword glow bloomed like lotus petals, blasting a hole larger than a fist. puff!
Wuzhu spurted out a mouthful of yellow liquid, which was hard to hold with one arm, and hit the official road heavily, causing a circle of fine dust to rise.
Fan Xian could not accept the scene before him.
Chu Pingsheng didn’t take action, so the battle was over?
He and his Uncle Wu Zhu, no matter how powerful the two half-step masters were, turned out to be two against one, and even Chu Pingsheng's thug Ode Biao couldn't beat them.
"Uncle Wu Zhu..."
"Fan Xian...how are you?"
Wuzhu raised his head and looked at Fan Xian's position.
His lower body was gone, and there was a hole in his chest the size of an alms bowl. He was still not dead after suffering such serious injuries.
"How did you do it? How did you do it..."
Fan Xian did not answer Wu Zhu's question, but just looked at the other side with an angry face, thinking that revenge was possible. , seeing the light of day, who knew... I had made so much progress, but still lost to Chu Pingsheng.
"Drive."
The green Cong horse walked lightly and walked three feet in front of Fan Xian and Wu Zhu.
Chu Pingsheng looked at him condescendingly.
“This is all thanks to Sigu Jian’s close disciple Wang Xi.”
“Sigu Jian?”
"Before Wang Xi left the Qing Kingdom, he gave Haitang the technique of Sigu Sword. When she got it, it was no different than when I got it. After reading the "Unknown Sword Technique", I improved it and taught it to her. Ao Debiao."
"You mean...in less than a year, he broke through to the ninth level and became a grand master with the help of "Unknown Sword Art"?"
"Follow that. When the devil makes a deal, he has to pay a corresponding price when he gains power. "
"What price?" Chu Pingsheng said with contempt: "Why should I tell you?"< br>
Odebiao did not intervene in the conversation between the two. He looked at Wu Zhu's head turning around and felt strange. He raised his sword and prepared to chop off Wu Zhu's head. He didn't believe it. Master Chu said "robot" He is immortal and can survive even if his body and head are moved.
“Slow.”
At this moment, a voice stopped his movement.
Fan Xian was shocked. His body that had become "slender" turned mechanically and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw the woman wearing a silk hat behind Chu Pingsheng riding a horse slowly towards the battlefield. .
"Wan...er?"
This voice...yes, it's Lin Waner.
He loves the girl with chicken legs so much that he is willing to give up everything.
"Wan'er, is it really you?"
Fan Xian was very excited and ran towards Lin Wan'er, but he didn't know if he was too weak. His foot slipped and he fell down. He lay on the ground until he tried his best and his face was scratched by the grass and dyed a lot of green, then he stood up from his kneeling position and returned to an upright position.
“Alas!”
With a deep sigh, Lin Wan'er took off the silk hat that covered her face, got off the horse, and looked at Fan Xian, who had no arms and was first-level disabled, with a complicated expression.
"Why did you do such a thing? He even said he would spare your life."
"For revenge." At this moment, Fan Xian endured the pain while feeling full of hope. He said affectionately: "And you."
After saying this, he noticed an abnormality. Lin Wan'er's originally thin cheeks had flesh, and her skin shone like jade in the sun.
By the way, isn’t her tuberculosis getting worse day by day? Why do you even dare to ride a horse now?
Lin Wan'er closed her eyes and sighed heavily.
"Fan Xian, let me ask you a question."
"What question? Tell me."
"My brother Lin Gong, was he killed by you? "
Fan Xian's heart sank, his expression felt a little unnatural, and he shook his head after hesitating for a moment.
"If it's not you, then it's him?"
An angry look flashed across Lin Wan'er's face, she pulled out the Frost Eternal Sword from its sheath and pointed at Wu Zhu with hatred.
Fan Xian looked at Chu Pingsheng on the horse with a playful look on his face, and knew that it was that bastard who was sowing discord - when he was at his ugliest and weakest, he hit Lin Wan'er, his heartthrob, heavily. Stab.
"Wan'er..."
Fan Xian didn't know how to excuse Wu Zhu.
(End of this chapter)