Martial arts supreme

Chapter 139 Heavy Casualties (Fourth Update! Please subscribe for a monthly pass)
As Yu Zhongnan flashed his sword, the atmosphere in the Hengyue faction instantly became tense.

Under the coercion exuded by the disciples of the Sword Sect, the more than [-] members of the Hengyue Sect immediately became more alert, glaring at the disciples of the Sword Sect holding swords one by one, as if Sima Chuan wanted to fight as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Then... let's fight!"

As soon as the three words were uttered, the Hengyue faction immediately let out bursts of roars, which filled the entire Hengyue Mountain and spread three miles away in an instant.

Looking at the more than [-] disciples of the Heng Yue Sect, those with weapons in their hands waved their weapons up and down, while those with bare hands rushed into the group of disciples of the Sword Sect and fought together.

In the blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere, and the person who was still alive one second, fell into a pool of blood the next second.

Gradually, the bluestone changed color, and an extremely pungent fishy smell became stronger and stronger. It was the smell of blood.

Looking at Sima Chuan who issued the battle order, his right foot smashed the steps, his burly body jumped up, and punched Yu Zhongnan straight away.

Before Sima Chuan landed, two men in gray appeared in front of Yu Zhongnan.

The two elders did not draw out the long swords on their backs. The elder on the left clenched his right fist and directly touched Sima Chuan's fist, while the elder in gray on the right slapped Sima Chuan. It hit Sima Chuan directly on the chest.

I saw Sima Chuan's body suddenly retreating, landed on the steps and stepped back three steps, clutching his chest and suppressing the surge of energy and blood, his cold eyes were directed at the two gray-clothed old men.

Sima Chuan just glanced at the two of them, then moved his gaze to behind Yu Zhongnan.

However, Sima Chuan felt bad when he saw this, and then he looked to both sides of the square. When he saw the third gray-clothed elder wantonly killing the disciples of the Hengyue Sect, the unknown fire rushed into his head, Sima Chuan He swung his fist again and rushed towards the two gray-clothed elders.

In fact, if they were to fight alone, none of the three elders of Jian Zong could defeat Sima Chuan.But the great thing about these three people is that they have the same mind. Often, an action that is inconspicuous in the eyes of others can instantly convey their respective meanings.

Just like the moment Sima Chuan swung his fist, the gray-clothed elder on the left threw out his fist without any hesitation, while the younger brother on the right hit Sima Chuan's chest with his right hand.

It can be said that the degree of tacit understanding between the two of them is amazing, and the cultivation base of the two is not too far behind Sima Chuan, how can the two of them work together that Sima Chuan can defeat?

However, these two people seemed to have no intention of seriously injuring and killing Sima Chuan. At this moment, they stood with Sima Chuan again. They just trapped Sima Chuan and found it difficult to escape. They did not draw their swords and kill him.

Taking advantage of the two elders holding Sima Chuan back, Yu Zhongnan held the golden silk soft sword tightly in his right hand, looked at Ye Feng who was motionless three meters ahead, raised his legs and walked over.

However, just as Yu Zhongnan stepped up the steps, a black knife slashed at Yu Zhongnan with the sound of the wind.

The black light emitted by the black knife fell into the corner of Zhongnan's eyes. He didn't look to see who was fighting him, but just waved the golden silk soft sword in his right hand. With a clang sound, the golden silk soft sword directly knocked the black knife away. .

The huge impact force made Sima Yanru take a step back. He stared blankly at the black knife in his hand, and wondered if it was a fake king's weapon.

The black knife is a fake king weapon, the reason why it was blown away by Yu Zhongnan's golden silk soft sword was because Sima Yanru's cultivation base was still a bit behind Yu Zhongnan's.

The blow was knocked back, and the haughty Sima Yanru was furious. He took two big strides to block Yu Zhongnan. Without saying a word, his vitality pierced through both arms, and he swung the black knife to chop down on Zhongnan again.

"Things that don't have a long memory, don't let you suffer, your skin will always be itchy."

Yu Zhongnan stared straight at Sima Yanru with his cold eyes, when the black knife came to three inches above his head, Yu Zhongnan suddenly raised his hand and placed the soft golden sword across his head, and touched the black knife again with a clang.

This time, Yu Zhongnan exerted [-]% of his strength, which made Sima Yanru's hands numb, and his arms were trembling even more. He stepped back three steps to Ye Feng's side.

Seeing Sima Yanru whose complexion paled instantly, Yu Zhongnan snorted mockingly.

"Sima Yanru, you can't stop me. If you really want to piss me off, I'll take your animal skin off today."

Yu Zhongnan's words were extremely ugly, and he didn't give Sima Yanru any face at all.

This made Sima Yanru so angry that he gasped a few times angrily, held the knife in his right hand and turned his left hand over, and waved his left hand at Yu Zhongnan. At the same time, his right arm swung again, and the black knife slashed at Yu Zhongnan again. For Yu Zhongnan.

Yu Zhongnan was stunned just now, wondering why Sima Yanru moved her left hand. When she swung her left hand towards her, Yu Zhongnan's eyes flashed suddenly, and she stepped back five meters with a kick on her toes. During this period, the soft golden sword in his hand directly knocked three black steel needles into the air.

Before Zhongnan could speak angrily, Sima Yanru, who followed closely, also came to him, swung his black knife and chopped down again.

"You stinky bitch, you will still send hidden weapons after a few days. I will let you send it, let you send it."

If it weren't for Yu Zhongnan's sharp eyes just now, the three poisonous needles would have hurt him in such a short distance.

At this moment, Yu Zhongnan was also angry, and kept stabbing Sima Yanru's left hand with the soft golden silk sword.

This time Sima Yanru had a lot of fun, he kept using the black knife to block the golden silk soft sword, but because Yu Zhongnan drew the sword too fast, he couldn't stand it and could only retreat steadily.

When she was pushed back to the steps again, Sima Yanru stared, retracted the knife with her right hand and flipped it with her left hand, and shot six poisonous needles again.

Even though Sima Yanru knew how to use concealed weapons, the method of using concealed weapons was really not eye-catching, as if she had just learned it.

But because the needle was poisonous, Yu Zhongnan didn't dare to take it lightly. Whenever Sima Yanru was repelled, the woman would shoot a few poisonous needles to make Yu Zhongnan retreat, and take this opportunity to rush out to fight Yu Zhongnan again.

For a while, it was difficult for the two to tell the winner.But if the battle continues for a long time, there is no doubt that Sima Yanru will lose.

Looking at Hengyue Square again, it has become a sea of ​​corpses at this moment.The blood that flowed out from the corpse completely stained the bluestone ground red, slowly flowing and spreading along the gap between the two bluestones.

As more people died, the three thousand disciples brought by Yu Zhongnan had all rushed into the Hengyue Sect.Although Jianzong has few disciples, but there is a late-stage chivalrous elder to help in the battle, and the number of casualties among Hengyue sect's disciples exceeds that of Jianzong.

Sima Chuan, who fought against the two gray-clothed elders, was already sweating profusely and panting heavily, staring fiercely at the two with indescribable depression.

This was the most breathless fight Sima Chuan had ever fought. The two men in gray in front of him didn't hurt him at all, even if they punched him from time to time, they didn't hurt his muscles or bones.

Although Sima Chuan was not seriously injured, the disciples of the Hengyue Sect were not so lucky. As the war lasted longer and longer, looking at the square of the Hengyue Sect, the number of dead disciples had reached about a thousand, while the Sword Sect was only dead. More than 700 people.

"Yu Zhongnan! Are you really going to fight to the death with my Hengyue faction?" Sima Chuan roared angrily at Yu Zhongnan, taking advantage of the opportunity to catch his breath.

　It's still early, and the fifth watch is fine.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)