The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 665
boom!
Tu Wanfang raised his right arm horizontally, a mass of energy exploded from his palm!

The tall and thin body like a bamboo pole staggered back a few steps, crooked, as if it would collapse in the wind, but the Zhongzhou heroes only beat him to the ground once during the long siege.

The clothes on his body have been turned into rags and rags and it is difficult to cover his body, and the gray-blue flesh exposed looks like a frozen carrion, but everyone feels that his vitality is stronger than anyone else.

Also being impacted by the surging air waves, everyone around fell to the ground, or squatted to protect their faces, and there were only a few people standing nearby, and most of them retreated three to five feet to the outside.

There was also a gray-haired old man with a bowed back and a wine gourd tied around his waist, who was blown away by the air wave and shot obliquely into the air!
The old man's face was covered by messy gray hair, the neckline on his chest was bloody, and his sleeves were empty. It could only be seen from the smudged black and red blood on the jagged cuffs that a moment ago two fresh The arm is still there.

Before the old man with the broken arm fell to the ground, a swordsman dressed as a down-and-out scholar flew up, stretched out his right arm and hugged the old man's back with great difficulty, and when he landed, he was almost untenable and brought the old man down backward.

It turned out that the scholar swordsman only had half an arm left on his left sleeve, and he hadn't been able to control the balance of this "new" body well.

After Yang Zijin took over the shocking thunder, he saw from the messy gray hair that the other person's eyes were closed, his face was loose and loose, and it was hard to see even the slightest bit of pain, as if he had breathed in less and breathed out more.

He kept shaking Zhen Tianlei's body, trying to teach him to stay awake and not fall asleep.

Reluctantly, the opening and closing of his lips was completely uncontrollable, trembling, and he didn't say a word, but another tear was shed on the wound on Zhen Tianlei's chest.

The eyes of silent attention moved away from Zhen Tianlei with a sigh.

Compared to Hongshang's failure at Xuanxiao's, the combined forces of more than forty powerful players in Zhongzhou Jianghu were also helpless against Tu Wanfang, and the number of people injured by Tu Wanfang was still increasing.

Many members of the Rejecting Beimeng, who followed Mo Shang to take the initiative to attack Tu Wanfang, retreated to the outer line in embarrassment, and the Qingtian group suffered the most severe injuries.

Except for Zhen Tianlei who had just been blasted back, and Yang Zijin who lost an arm.

Gang leader Junchi sat back on the wheelchair, put his hands on the armrests, lowered his head, breathless.

Hun's gun was broken, and Tu Wanfang pushed his head on the ground for more than ten feet.

Hun is born with eye disease, and it is difficult to distinguish the shape of the object with both eyes, so he usually actively covers one eye, and uses the left and right eyes in turn.

Now the left face is destroyed, the left eyeball is shattered, and several sternums are broken. It is extremely fortunate that there is no death. At the moment, there is no strength to fight anymore, and from then on, only one eye is available.

Sima Jie was in better condition. His legs were originally prosthetics, and he used his crutches as weapons. He was injured by Tu Wanfang again, but he lost one crutch and one prosthetic, so the impact was not that great.

Seeing this situation, the unbearable look in Meng Chao's song disappeared as soon as it appeared, and he shook his head.

The rejection of the Beimeng family to the south of Putian this time was not invited by Tingyu Pavilion, but came with their own purposes.

Compared with the Xiaoyue League and the New Moon League, which were more positive, although the Qingtian Sect also had a gang leader who personally led the formation, but the number of people who came was the smallest, only ten people.

Now only Sima Jie with a broken leg and Yang Zijin with a broken arm still have the energy to protect a living brother, which is really miserable.

Fortunately, there were not many red-clothed congregants and Dongying people left, and Tingyu Pavilion was still sufficiently manned, so Meng Chaoge asked Shi Zhonghuo to pull Shang Ji Zhe to the side of Qingtianzhong to take good care of them.

After Aban and Jiang Yichen worked together to overthrow a more tyrannical Dongying warrior, they saw the dying Zhentianlei in Yang Zijin's arms, the broken gourd fragments on the ground, and the last gourd wine in Zhentianlei's waist.

Aban, who had lost a confidant in life and in wine, was full of depression and spat on the ground.

Jiang Yichen from the side suddenly said: "Brother Aban and the old drunkard have had a drink?"

Although he and Jiang Yichen lived and died in Longyuan Gorge and have become acquainted with each other in Tingyu Pavilion, but for Jiang Yichen who is drunk when he gets drunk, A-Ban confided that he wanted to take his anger out on the Dongying people. With these words, memories flooded my mind like a tide, and it was difficult to move for a while.

"You also know that he is called an old drunkard. I am a person who likes to drink like a life. I have drank together more than once before and returned to my heart's content..."

The scenes of fighting wine again and again drifted across A-Ban's mind like a cloud of smoke, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and his completely uneven beard was combined, forming an ugly smile.

"Old drunkards have a long-standing "Wine Qi Jue" by their side. A major disadvantage of this technique is that it consumes a lot of alcohol. One gourd of wine adds a layer of alcohol strength, and three gourds of wine can fight wolves. A layer of Jiu Jin can tear a big worm with bare hands, and a nine layer of Jiu Jin can blow a bull to pieces with one punch!"

Jiang Yichen listened quietly to Aban telling about Yu Zhentianlei's past and some intelligence information he was not unfamiliar with.

"...Why do you think this old guy always carries so many wine gourds? It's not just for getting drunk and accumulating energy. Then each wine gourd can be used for explosive gas after it is filled with alcohol, and the gas will explode. The final effect is comparable to the gunpowder recorded in the old history during the period when martial arts was not flourishing, it is easy to break mountains and crack rocks!"

"However, hehe, such a marvelous wine gourd only blows up that monster twice!"

"That's the end of that amazing guy!"

"Really stupid!"

"Grass!"

puff!puff!
While venting his unhappiness, A-Ban cooperated with Jiang Yichen's black spear to slash wildly, killing two more opponents!

After a while, there were not many red-clothed congregants and Dongying people left on the scene.

There are still a hundred or eighty people surviving on the Jianghu side of Zhongzhou, and half of them are more than enough to clean up the mess.

Gu Xinhun, Long Duoduo, Master Qing Ku and other top masters joined in the battle of killing demons one by one.

All the heroes of the Zhongzhou Jianghu understand that as long as Tu Wanfang survives, the casualties similar to Zhentianlei will never stop, this battle will never end, and the Zhongzhou martial arts will never be peaceful!
But, how easy is it to kill Tu Wanfang?
In view of the fact that each time Tu Wanfang took the initiative to make a move, it was quite powerful and covered a wide area, and the formation of nearly a hundred people only surrounded the evil god in a radius of about twenty feet.

And in order to avoid accidental injury, most of the people surrounded and waited for the attack, waiting for the opportunity to move. There were often one-on-one, two-on-one, and at most three-on-one situations in the field.

The aggressive and invincible Long Duoduo and Tu Wanfang head-to-head.

Tu Wanfang is still that Tu Wanfang.

However, Long Duoduo seemed to be unable to get through the iron wall with a hammer. In less than thirty rounds, he beat himself out of internal injuries.

Seeing that even Long Duoduo couldn't bear it, the selfish Si'er forcibly restrained Piaoying, not allowing him to go forward and fight.

Gu Xinhun and Gongsun Yu joined hands.

Gongsun Yu moved his sword in all directions, but he couldn't kill Wanfang.

Gu Xinhun stabbed thousands of swords, but the Gu Yan Sword, which could break through the crystal wall of Sun Moon Fortress, pointed directly at Tu Wanfang's eyebrows, throat, heart, and genitals, and failed to cause any trauma to Tu Wanfang.

When everyone was at a loss, Master Qinggui, whose monk clothes were in tatters, stood up.

They replaced Gu Xinhun and Gongsun Yu, whose sword-holding hands trembled and needed a break to adjust their breathing.

Master Qing Ku and Tu Wanfang clashed fists and palms, making a sound like gold and iron hitting each other, bang bang!
A faint Buddha's light emerged from the skinny and dark body, sometimes like a vajra glaring, sometimes like a Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows, clapping his hands unhurriedly, not as if he was facing the wheat light with the tip of Tu Wan's target, but more like fisting the big guy Play around.

Master Qing Ku, who sacrificed the merciful Chiba Shou and Tu Wanfang to play the gentle "Tai Chi", not only taught everyone that the burden on their shoulders was a little lighter, but also pointed out a clear way for everyone.

——Since it is temporarily impossible to cut Tu Wanfang into pieces, then try to restrict the opponent, or sneak away from the opponent.

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With the death of the surviving members of the Red Clothes Sect and Dongying warriors, in the battle at Jiulian Mountain tonight, only Hong Chang and Tu Wanfang remained on the Red Clothes Sect's side.

Xuan Xiao returned to the main battlefield with her hands tied behind her back.

With a snap, he threw it into the mud!
Hong Chang couldn't control her body, so she had to kneel on the ground with her hips raised, her head on the ground, and fell to the ground!
His mouth was full of muddy water mixed with blood, sweat, and corpses, and he was not in a hurry to spit it out.

He just slowly lifted up the face with chaotic cyan lines and criss-cross lines, and it was hard to see the innocent childlike face, looking for Xuanxiao who looked down at him from a high position, showing a complacent expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, as if silently provoking a demonstration.

Xuan Xiao said lightly: "Tell me, what is the weakness of this monster? You won't make troubles that you can't solve yourself, will you?"

Hong Chang's mouth was still open, muddy water was still dripping from his mouth, he didn't intend to answer at all, and the sneer on his face was a little stronger.

Xuan Xiao scratched his chin and said helplessly: "How about throwing you over there to feed Tu Wanfang? Or we can find a way to bring the whole ship and send him back to Dongpu?"

(End of this chapter)