The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 247 Bloody Rain in Sword Forging Valley
At this time Wu Zhai had already killed back and forth in the valley.

But seeing a group to the east and a group to the west on the hillside, hundreds of people are already fighting desperately.

The disciples of the Hengshan sect formed a team of seven and formed a sword formation to fight against the enemy, but there were also many people left alone, and before forming a sword formation, they had already engaged in battle with the enemy.

Even if those who made up the sword array didn't have the upper hand, they were fine for a while, but the dangers of fighting each other were full of dangers. He raised his breath and rushed over, suddenly seeing a blue light flashing, and a long sword stabbing towards him.

Wu Zhai stretched out his long sword, pierced the man's throat, and he was killed immediately.

After a few ups and downs, he ran before another group of people. One sword pierced the vest of one man, and the other pierced the heart of another man. The No. 3 man raised his steel whip, and Wu Zhai's long sword went up to meet him. He split shoulder-to-shoulder in half.

Wu Zhai's figure was like lightning, and seeing that the disciples of Hengshan were trapped, he jumped over, "shua shua" two swords, one in the center of the hole, and the other severed the neck. When he turned around, the long sword was everywhere, and three men were screaming. I fell to the ground and couldn't afford it.

Only an old voice was heard shouting:

"Work together to cook him, and kill this guy first."

Three gray shadows rushed towards Wu Zhai in response, three swords came out, pointing at Wu Zhai's throat, chest and lower abdomen.

Wu Zhai was taken aback, and thought:

"It's a pity that this big tonic meatball was wasted!"

With just one thought in his mind, the tips of the enemy's three long swords were already approaching his three vital points. Wu Zhai used the "Breaking Sword Style" key in "Dugu Nine Swords", and turned the long swords in circles to catch the enemy's three swords at once. It was resolved, but the sword intent was not exhausted, and the enemy was forced to move two steps behind.

On the left is a big fat man, about forty years old, with a short beard under his chin, in the middle is a thin old man with dark skin and bright eyes.

He didn't have time to look at the third person, he leaped out, and stabbed down the two enemies who were attacking Hengshan's disciples.

The three men roared loudly and chased after them.

Wu Zhai has made up his mind:
"These three people have very good swordsmanship, and they can't be dismissed for a while. If they fight for a long time, the Hengshan sect will suffer a lot of damage, so let's stay here for a while."

He raised his inner strength, without stopping, he stabs eastward and slashes westward with his sword, wherever the long sword goes, an enemy will be killed by the sword.

The three masters chased after him, but their lightness kung fu was not as good as him, and they were still far behind him.

With just one cup of tea, more than a hundred enemies have died under Wu Zhai's sword. He is really invincible, no one can stop his every move, and the enemy has killed more than a hundred people in an instant. The trend immediately reversed.

Every time Wu Zhai kills a few enemies, a few female disciples of Hengshan sect will move out slowly, and turn to help their fellow sects. They were originally outnumbered, but gradually turned into bullying the weak by the strong, gaining more and more the upper hand.

Wu Zhai thought to himself:

"These Songshan disciples, I'm afraid they must be regarded as villains. After all, they want to be punished. It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, and it's better to kill. It's easier to make a deal!"

At this moment, with all the true qi in the dantian, he runs like flying, sometimes straight, sometimes obliquely, wherever his footprints go, no enemy within Zhang Xu will be spared.

Not long after, more than fifty people fell to the ground.

Standing on the top of the kiln, Dingyi saw Wu Zhai's surreptitious and surreptitious killing and wounding of the enemy, his swordsmanship was so amazing that he had never seen it before in his life, he was delighted but also horrified.

There were still forty or fifty enemies left. Seeing that Wu Zhai was like a ghost and could not be resisted by human beings, they shouted from the ground and more than twenty people fled into the bushes.

But Wu Zhai refused to give up, relying on his superb lightness kung fu, his body was like a ghost, he jumped into the bushes and killed them all.

Only those three masters were still chasing after him, but the distance was getting farther and farther away. Seeing Wu Zhai's ruthlessness, they were obviously very timid.

Wu Zhai stood still, turned around, and shouted:

"You are from the Songshan School, aren't you?"

Those three people jumped back hurriedly, a tall man shouted:
"Who is Your Excellency?"

Wu Zhai didn't answer, turned around to look, and saw the disciples of Hengshan, under the leadership of Master Dingjing and Dingyi, cut down branches and beat the burning firewood, Yihe and other disciples had already jumped into the ring of fire.

Once the dead branches and dry grass were on fire, they could no longer be extinguished by beating them, but more than a dozen people beat them hard, and a gap was opened in the fire circle. Yihe and others helped several dying nuns out of the kiln.

Wu Zhai asked:

"How is Master Dingxian?"

Only an old woman's voice was heard saying:

"I have to worry about it!"

An old nun of medium build slowly stepped out from the circle of fire. There was neither blood nor dust on her moon-white clothes. She held no weapon in her hand, but only a string of rosary beads in her left hand. Her face was kind and calm. idle.

Wu Zhai was very surprised and thought:
"This Mrs. Dingxian is so calm. She is in a difficult situation, but she doesn't lose her composure. She really lives up to her reputation."

Immediately bowed and saluted, and said:
"Meet the teacher."

Master Dingxian returned the salute with Taiheshi, but said:
"There is a sneak attack, be careful."

Wu Zhai replied:

"Yes!"

Without turning around, he swung the sword with his backhand and blocked the stabbing sword from the big fat man. He repeated "Dangdang" and blocked the two stabbing swords from behind.

At this time, more than ten nuns came out from the circle of fire, and some even carried corpses on their backs.

Master Dingyi stepped out and cursed sternly:
"Shameless traitor, such a wolfish ambition..."

The corner of her robe was on fire, and it was spreading upwards, but she ignored it, and Mrs. Yu went over to put it out for her.

Wu Zhai said:
"The two mistresses are safe, and Tian did not make the trip in vain."

There was a "chi chi" sound behind him, and the three long swords pierced at the same time. Wu Zhai heard the sound of the golden blade chopping the wind, sensed his internal force, and naturally knew where the enemy was coming from.

Those three people's martial arts skills were extremely high, and they dodged quickly, but the back of the tall man's hand was still cut and blood was dripping.

The three masters of Songshan School changed their moves one after another, but they couldn't do anything to Wu Zhai.

Seeing that he turned his back to his side and held the sword behind his back, his sword moves were already unpredictable, if he turned around, how could he be his enemy?

The three groaned secretly, just wanting to get away and run away.

Wu Zhai turned around, counting his swords and attacking quickly, the sword moves out, the enemy on the left attacked the left side, and the enemy on the right attacked the right side, forcing the three of them to squeeze closer and tighter.

He surrounded the three of them with a long sword and attacked 18 times in a row. The three people blocked 18 attacks and had no room to fight back.

The three people used the exquisite swordsmanship of the Songshan School, but under the attack of the "Dugu Nine Swords", there was no room for retaliation. Wu Zhai deliberately forced them to use their own swordsmanship, which could no longer be denied. Seeing the three The people's faces were covered with sweat, and their expressions were ferocious and terrifying, but their swordsmanship was not scattered. It was obvious that everyone's decades of cultivation were extraordinary.

Master Dingxian said:

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness! Brother Zhao, Brother Zhang, and Brother Sima, I, Hengshan Sect, and your Sect have no enmity or enmity. Why are the three of you so hard-pressed, competing to set fire to me? consult."

(End of this chapter)