Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night

Chapter 286 The Dead Soul of the Broadsword
Good people can distinguish all phenomena and remain immovable in the first truth.

This is a sentence that Fazhao and Lu Hu have been reciting from the Buddhist scriptures these days. When Lu Hu was reciting it during the battle, he missed the last word "not moving".

Fazhao also understood what Lu Hu wanted to convey to him.

He was also amazed that Lu Hu could still be so quick-witted and able to secretly convey information to him in this way without any prior discussion.

As for Lu Hu, knowing that all of these mountain bandits were very scheming, he was afraid that Xiao Ding would become suspicious, so he deliberately changed his breath to confuse the other party.

But even so, when the wind dragon was about to take shape, Xiao Ding sensed the danger and forcibly escaped from the battle.

The tornado of blood-colored sword energy that roared upwards only disturbed half of Xiao Ding's body.

After Lu Hu slashed out the wind dragon, he half-knelt on the ground, holding the tiger blade on the ground with one hand to support his body. He was sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and looking straight ahead.

They saw that Xiao Ding's lower body armor shone with bright fire amid the violence of the sword tornado. Xiao Ding roared and plunged the big knife into the ground with one hand to resist the power of the tornado.

But because his legs were unable to use force at this time, the large knife that was submerged in the ground pulled out a deep groove in the ground, causing an increasing proportion of his body to be submerged in the tornado. After passing a critical point, he was directly killed even with the knife. After sucking it in, the roar turned into a scream.

After Lu Hu saw it, he finally felt relieved.

Next to him, Fazhao, who was also staring intently, secretly marveled. He had seen this move from a distance before when Lu Hu killed the female ghost in the village.

Now I see Lu Hu perform it again, and its momentum and scale are much stronger than last time.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think that even in his prime state, if he was hit by a wind dragon like Lu Hu, he would lose half his life.

However, although this power is great, the conditions for its use are too harsh. This time, even if I tried my best to pester Xiao Ding, I still managed to get half of him to escape. The power of the wind dragon was the strongest at the beginning, and then gradually weakened.

After all, Xiao Ding did not suffer all the damage from the wind dragon because of his rich combat experience.

Just when the tornado stirred up by the wind dragon gradually weakened, the two of them saw a black figure standing with a horizontal sword in the blood.

The horizontal sword suddenly rotated, and a dazzling blue light burst out from the blood. It slashed straight ahead. The green arc light immediately cut away the wind dragon in the second half and flew towards Lu Hu. He rolled on the spot and hid. Pass this cut.

Looking slightly embarrassed, he got up from the ground and looked forward. The wind dragon was killed, leaving only some residual and weak blood wind spinning around Xiao Ding.

But Xiao Ding's helmet was gone, and the nose on his face, along with the flesh, had been smashed to pieces, revealing a dark hole underneath. One of his eyeballs had exploded, and there were only some scraps of flesh hanging on the whole face. Rows of fine, white teeth were exposed, and the entire face turned into a skeleton.

The heavy armor that had resisted most of the damage for him now became pitted and covered with knife marks, like a piece of cracked porcelain.

Lu Hu and Fazhao didn't feel relieved when they saw Xiao Ding's condition. Instead, their expressions became serious.

Xiao Ding turned his only remaining eye and took a heavy step forward. With this step, the armor on his chest and arms suddenly made a clicking sound, and blood spurted out from the cracks.

Large pieces of debris fell downwards, revealing a strong body covered with knife marks on the back.

And Xiao Ding took the next step, and with a heavy step, both Lu Hu and Fazhao's hearts trembled.

"Sure enough, although the injury looks ferocious, it still doesn't hurt the root. The heavy armor's defense is really ridiculously strong!"

Fazhao's worries finally came true. Lu Hufenglong's sword was stronger than ever, but Xiao Ding avoided the strongest edge, and the subsequent damage was only some skin trauma to his body after breaking through the armor.

However, he and Lu Hu were almost exhausted at this time and had no strength to fight anymore!
Lu Hu struggled to push himself up from the ground with the tiger blade, stared at Xiao Ding, and asked Fa Zhao.

"Master, is that ghost pill still on you?" After hearing this, Fazhao knew that Lu Hu had to start risking his life.

He let out a long sigh, "The ghost pill has been taken away by the abbot!"

When Lu Hu heard this, he spat blood on the ground, "Damn it, no more fun!"

Despite his words, he still used the last bit of energy in his body to treat some wounds with his magical powers, while holding the tiger blade in front of him.

It showed that no matter how hard it was, he, Lu Hu, would never suffer the consequences.

The tiger blade collided with the meteorite hammer and the heavy armor of the broadsword, which were also doped with meteorite. At this time, the blade also collapsed with seven or eight gaps. The back of the blade was deformed, and the blade was covered with scratches. It was no longer as sharp as before!

Xiao Ding's face had no muscles, and he knew at this time whether he was happy or angry, but his bloodshot one eye was filled with murderous intent. With a turn of the big knife in his hand, he was about to kill these two weaklings under the knife, and declared the outcome of this battle. Finish.

The Dead Soul Broadsword, a flash of green light lit up on one side of the blade, and he took a step forward!
"call!"

A sound of breaking wind suddenly exploded in the field!

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was heard.

Xiao Ding's single eye was full of shock. He lowered his head and saw half of the sword emerging from his chest.

"Brother Xiao, thank you for your hard work. Please teach me the next thing!"

A laugh appeared from behind.

"clang!"

The heavy dead soul sword was released and hit the ground, "Ahem~!"

A large mouthful of blood poured out of Xiao Ding's mouth. He twisted around hard and saw Chu Feng, who was supposed to be moving with the Kuishan brigade, appeared behind him with a bright smile on his face.

"How dare you...hard...hard."

"Aren't you afraid that Qi Yuntao will cause trouble for me?" Chu Feng smiled and completed what Xiao Ding could not finish.

"Don't worry, I will collapse the entrance to this tomb in the future so that no one will disturb Brother Xiao's sleep again."

The smile on Chu Feng's face turned into sarcasm, "It's just a few things that were added later to make up the numbers. Do you really think that because Qi Yuntao gave you a seat, you can really be brothers with him? Idiot!"

"livestock!"

As soon as Xiao Ding opened his mouth, Chu Feng didn't give him another chance. He twisted and twitched the long sword in his hand, and suddenly a blood hole appeared in Xiao Ding's chest, and he gently pushed forward with his palm.

Xiao Ding immediately knelt down. The light of life in his one eye disappeared, but he still stared in the direction of Chu Feng.

Chu Feng shook his head slightly and smiled, looking at Lu Hu and the two of them, "We are really destined to meet again so soon!"

As he said that, he walked slowly towards the two of them, and struck Xiao Ding's head with a sword, blowing it off.

(End of this chapter)