Xia do not stay

Chapter 78 Wind and Sword
"Junior Sister!"

Chen Haoran shouted and stepped forward to hug his junior sister, Chen Xi's eyes were terrified, his face was pale, and his wrists kept shaking.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..."

In the next moment, countless flying knives struck, as fast as a stream of light.

Clang!
Chen Haoran drew his sword suddenly, and used the [-]-style Kuangfeng Kuaijian. The sword light was bright, and the moves were exquisite. One sword was faster than the other, and in the end it almost became a dazzling sword light. The fierce sword wind was like a howling wind. .

All the flying knives of the heavenly girl scattered like flowers were struck by Chen Haoran's sword, and none of them slipped through the net.

Hunyuan Zhenqi surged all over his body, and even a trace of white smoke rose from the top of his head, which was a manifestation of the internal force running to the extreme.

Chen Haoran's eyes were serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan?"

"A little eyesight."

A figure appeared on the eaves, dressed in black, with calm eyes, hands slender as jade, playing with a throwing knife.

If Gu Yang were here, he would definitely recognize him as one of the four guards standing behind the prefect when he went to the banquet last time.

"The Kuaifeng Kuaijian... is interesting, but it's a pity you're not Linghu Jing."

Chen Haoran sneered and said, "If my elder sister is here, how can you have any part in talking?"

"Hehe, let's talk after you survive."

The people from the Tang Sect were about to continue their attack when a voice sounded.

"Fourth brother, don't panic, let brother play!"

A bald-headed man rushed over, crushing the ground every step he took, making a thumping sound.

The most eye-catching thing is that he is wearing a long black cloak behind him, dragging the ground.

It was also one of the four great guards at that time.

Chen Haoran is ready to fight.

The bald man flicked his cloak, and the long cloak was rolled together in an instant, like a steel gun, spinning and stabbing at Chen Haoran, with the faint sound of a tiger roaring.

"Tiger Roaring Iron Shirt!"

Chen Haoran exclaimed, Shaolin has three great horizontal exercises, which are the Dragon Chanting Golden Bell Cover, Tiger Roaring Iron Shirt and Vajra Immortality.

Among them, Vajra Immortality is the strongest, ranking first among the 72 unique skills, but it is also the most difficult to practice, so the former two are the most practiced.

Before he had time to think about it, Chen Haoran pushed his junior sister away with a palm, and then moved forward with a shake of his long sword.

But it wasn't Kuangfeng Kuaijian, but Ning's sword.

Wushuangwupair, Ning's sword!
This is a sword technique created by a former head wife of the Huashan School. She is a strange woman who condenses all the dangers and uniqueness of the Huashan Sword Technique into one sword. Peak, extremely powerful.

clang!
The sword sounded loudly, and the iron cloth shirt was torn apart countless times, but the long sword was also broken inch by inch, and finally only the hilt remained.

Chen Haoran hurriedly used his lightness kung fu, and dodged the blow in a split second, but the swordsman lost his sword, just like a tiger without claws.

He was solemn in his heart, Tang Sect masters and this bald man are both fifth-rank masters, on the same level as him, and both possess unique skills, so I'm afraid they won't be able to leave today.

The most terrible thing is, are there only these two masters?
Sure enough, the next moment, a figure came slowly, with an indifferent temperament, holding a long sword, with a sword mark on his face, just standing there, the sharp sword energy was about to overflow.

Another fifth-rank swordsman!
This is not over yet, the father and son of the prefect also came over, beside them was a Meng Yuan man with braids and a burly body like a bear, with cold and domineering eyes, like a goshawk on the grassland.

That person gave him the most pressure, definitely above the fifth rank!
Yang Qingyuan looked at Wei Gaoxuan, and said calmly: "I saw that you are a talent, so I warned you many times, and you didn't kill me. Alas, young man, why do you want to kill yourself?"

Wei Gaoxuan said firmly: "Being an official does not make decisions for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes! Since I have come, I have no plan to go back alive!"

"Sell sweet potatoes?"

Yang Qingyuan smiled lightly, and said: "I heard that your father used to sell sweet potatoes? It's a pity, you won't be able to eat them anymore."

Yang An snorted coldly: "Father, what are you talking about with them, kill them quickly!"

Yang Qingyuan waved his hand and sighed: "Let's do it, give him a good time, after all, we are waiting for scholars."

When Yang Qingyuan saw Wei Gaoxuan, it was as if he saw his former self. He also came from a poor family, and he reached his current position step by step.

He also pleaded for the people and was not afraid of life and death, so he admired Wei Gaoxuan and warned him many times without killing anyone.

It's just young people, why should they stand in the way of old men?

……

The swordsman with the sword mark on his face walked towards Chen Haoran step by step, and the sword energy became stronger with every step he took!
"Brother, take the sword!"

With a wave of his left hand, Chen Xi picked up his saber from the ground and threw it to Chen Haoran.

Chen Haoran's eyes lit up, he drew his sword in his hand, and he felt a little more confident in his heart.

The swordsman didn't stop him, but continued to walk towards Chen Haoran step by step, and then drew his sword!
Clang!
When Chen Haoran heard the sound of the sword, his heart felt cold, because it was not the sound of the sword being unsheathed, but the sound of sheathing. It was just because the sword was too fast, and the sound of drawing and drawing the sword overlapped. Together.

This sword has almost surpassed the sound!
However, Chen Haoran is the second brother of the Huashan Sword Sect after all, and his Hunyuan Kung Fu is also a first-class internal skill, allowing him to avoid a fatal sword in a critical moment.

The sword pierced through his chest, but he avoided the vital point.

"Sword Drawing!"

Chen Haoran stared at his sword, but his opponent didn't make another move.

The swordsman shook his head and said, "Blazing wind and fast sword? It's too slow."

He had no interest in drawing the sword, so he turned and left.

Chen Haoran was humiliated in his heart. Although the Kuangfeng Kuaijian was also a fast sword, it took the path of one sword being faster than the other.

It's just that he was too careless. He didn't expect the opponent to be proficient in the sword drawing technique of moving the sword forward. This sword technique abandons all sword moves and sword intentions, and only seeks a quick word, which is extreme to the extreme.

If he was prepared in advance, he would have a chance to escape, but for sword drawing, as long as he escaped the first sword, he would have won.

No!I still have a chance!
Chen Haoran's eyes flashed, urging the secret method to prepare for his desperation, he looked at Yang Qingyuan and his son.

Catch the thief first catch the king!
Without any hesitation, he stabbed the prefect father and son with his sword.

The burly bear-like Meng Yuan man stood in front of him like a city wall.

"Get out of the way!"

Chen Haoran used Ning's sword again. This sword has a new understanding in the desperate situation, and its power has greatly increased in the desperate state of mind!

The Mengyuan man just took a deep breath, and the muscles in his arms swelled rapidly, as thick as elephant legs.

He hit the ground hard.

Boom!

The ground was shaken violently, cracking countless gaps, the surrounding houses were trembling, bricks and tiles were buzzing, as if an earthquake was imminent.

Chen Haoran lost his footing and almost fell down.

The next moment, a giant hand grabbed his neck, lifted him up, and threw him hard.

boom!boom!boom!boom……

Chen Haoran smashed through countless walls like a cannonball, the arena was in a mess, and one third of the prefect's mansion was about to collapse.

Before he fell into a coma, he only heard one sentence.

"Don't kill them yet, hang them up for me, I will torture them severely!"

……

When the rain fell, big drops of water hit Chen Haoran's face, finally waking him up.

His mouth was full of blood foam, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and he was hung in front of the gate of the prefect's mansion.

Hanging by the rope with him, there are junior sisters Chen Xi and Wei Gaoxuan.

Chen Xi's long hair was loose and stuck to her skin. The wound on her right wrist seemed to be getting worse, with symptoms of necrosis.

What made Chen Haoran even more angry was that there were whip marks on her body.

"Brother... are we... going to die?"

Chen Haoran spat out blood and squeezed out an ugly smile.

"Hey...don't be afraid...senior brother...will accompany you..."

Wei Gaoxuan also had welt marks on his body, his body was weak, and he was almost unconscious at this moment, but he still held on and said: "You two heroes...it's me...that made you suffer!"

Chen Haoran smiled.

"Huashan is like a sword, so are Huashan's disciples! A sword can be broken, but it cannot be bent!"

This sentence seemed to have dispelled the fear in Chen Xi's heart, and she also laughed: "This...is said by the elder sister...the elder sister...will avenge us...!"

"What a Huashan is like a sword!"

"What a sword can be broken, but it cannot be bent!"

In the rainy night, two figures came, one big and one small, wearing bamboo hats.

The rainwater slid down the bamboo hat and splashed on the ground.

Clang!
With a flash of sword light, the rope hanging the three of them broke instantly, and the three of them fell to the ground.

"Good apprentice, take care of them."

"Yes, Master!"

Chen Haoran looked at the figure who was walking towards the prefect's mansion, and shouted: "Who is your Excellency? There are so many experts in there, why don't you think long-term!"

The man kept walking, stepping on the ground with splashes of water.

"Someone is Gu Yang."

Chen Haoran was taken aback for a moment, and exclaimed: "Golden knife with jade face?"

"Exactly."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Haoran felt a surge of sword energy soaring into the sky, and the scarlet long sword made dragon roars in the master's hand.

For a while, it overshadowed the rain that filled the sky.

……

(End of this chapter)