Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 107 Angry, the three-foot green front will be stained with blood (subscription required)

Seeing the weapons coming from all directions, Guo Jing showed no fear at all. He attacked with both palms, the force was like an overwhelming force, and the wind of his palms surged.

It is the first move among the Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon, and there will be regrets for being a dragon!

This palm technique, he has practiced the most, used it the most, and comprehended it most delicately, and he has reached the state of perfection.

The strong wind roared, his palms flew, and there seemed to be a dragon's roar resounding in the void.

bang!bang!bang!

In the face of absolute strength, even though the sword formation was exquisite and the sword light was sharp, it was completely useless. Six long swords were knocked out of their hands.

However, Lu Nianchou was desperate at this time, her internal and external skills almost exploded, and she shouted angrily, "Kill!"

Guo Jing had just defeated six long swords with his palms, and Lu Nianchou's sword light had already reached his throat. It only took a slight movement to make his throat bleed with blood.

However, Guo Jing used his mighty dragon to confront the enemy with regrets, so he had three points of strength left so that he could calmly deal with the approaching sword edge to prevent any omissions.

Although this sword is fast and urgent, he only needs to make a sudden burst of his left palm, turn his body to one side, and avoid the enemy's killing move to beat him to death.

Although the sword light was so fast that a trace of blood might appear on his throat, it was not considered an injury.

But when Lu Nianchou's sword was an inch away from his throat, he stopped on his own initiative without any killing intent.

Seeing this, Guo Jing already had a good impression of him, but he was a bit slower in his moves, so he didn't want to rely on martial arts to forcefully bully others.

So he clasped his fists and said: "Little brother, your Beidou Tiangang sword array is really exquisite, your sword skills and internal skills are quite good, you really have got the true instruction."

"At this age, I am far inferior to you."

"In this competition, Guo lost a bit."

"How about asking my little brother to lead the way and lead me to see Master Ma and Master Qiu?"

He has a simple personality and does not have much desire to win. Moreover, it is true that when he was young, his martial arts progress was slow, and he was often scolded by several masters for being stupid.

Therefore, these words were sincere and without pretense, which made people feel good about him.

The Quanzhen disciples who were watching saw Guo Jing charging all the way up Zhongnan Mountain, defeating many disciples of three generations, and not even the Beidou Tiangang Sword Formation could stop him in the slightest.

The Beidou Formation set up by 98 people was killed to pieces by him, and almost escaped him.

But now this arrogant demon had his throat sealed with a sword by Lu Nianchou, and he personally admitted that he had lost.

Such a scene immediately made all the Quanzhen disciples cheer and let out excited shouts.

"Win! Win! Win!"

"Junior Brother Lu won!"

"Quan Zhen martial arts is no weaker than others; Quanzhen disciples are strong and strong!"

For a time, all the disciples in the entire field shouted loudly, the sound shook the sky and made people's blood boil.

However, Lu Nianchou clearly saw that Guo Jing's left palm shot out a foot, almost close to his chest, but then suddenly withdrew.

With this person's martial arts, I wouldn't have time to pierce his throat before he would be beaten to death with one palm.

Then Guo Jing admitted defeat. This kind of magnanimity and magnanimity were truly admirable.

But he also had a bit of arrogance in his heart. How could he be willing to be surrendered like this? He immediately retracted his sword and channeled his inner strength. His voice was clear and could be heard throughout the field.

"Guo Daxia is serious. If you hadn't withdrawn your palm power in time, I would have fallen to the ground in disgrace. How can I say I won?"

"I have just recognized Guo Daxia's Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. I knew Guo Daxia would not argue with a junior like me, so I was bold and bold."

"This time it was Hero Guo who won, and I am ashamed of myself."

"Master Guo, please!"

As soon as Lu Nianchou said these words, the Quanzhen disciples present were in an uproar.

"What? This is really Guo Jing, the hero?"

"We were actually dueling with Guo Daxia just now?"

"Oh my God! I said how could someone's martial arts be so advanced to such an unimaginable level, it turned out to be Guo Jing and Guo Daxia."

"Junior Brother Lu clearly knew it was Hero Guo, but he still dared to draw his sword and even roared with his sword in the end. This must be too courageous!"

"Hahaha, we lost in the hands of Guo Daxia, it won't be a shame even if the news spreads."

"Martial Nephew Lu formed a sword formation that even made Hero Guo claim to be inferior. This battle was really enjoyable!"

When they found out that the middle-aged man in front of them with unfathomable martial arts skills was Guo Jing, the Quanzhen disciples present became excited.

At that time, Guo Jing falsely conveyed the imperial edict in Xiangyang City, ordered the army to repel the Mongolian cavalry, and kept the people safe. He was admired by countless people in the world, and was respected and loved by all people.

There may be existences in the Jianghu who are more advanced in martial arts than Guo Jing, but in terms of fame and prestige, no one in the world can match him.

This man was killed in Xiangyang City at the expense of his own life, with his outstanding martial arts skills and the art of war written by Wu Mu.

Even Quanzhen Sect disciples are familiar with Guo Jing's name. Even though he has lived in seclusion on Peach Blossom Island in recent years, his prestige has not been damaged.

At this moment, in the backyard of Chongyang Palace, a fire suddenly burst into the sky, burning raging, blowing by the strong wind, almost dyeing half of the sky red.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, the expressions of both Guo Jing and the Quanzhen disciples present changed drastically.

"There really is a powerful enemy invading Chongyang Palace!" Guo Jing's face darkened and he shouted: "I'll go to Chongyang Palace first to lend a helping hand to a few real people. Guo went ahead."

The words were still echoing in the air, and he was already rushing towards the Chongyang Palace at an extremely terrifying speed like a violent wind and lightning. After a few ups and downs, he had disappeared.

"Master is still in retreat!" Lu Nianchou was also anxious. The direction of the fire burning included the small courtyard where the three of them, master and disciple, lived.At this time, he didn't care about the fighting at Chongyang Palace and rushed straight towards the backyard.

He unfolded his body skills, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he rushed to the courtyard. He saw the flames rising, thick smoke filling the air, and the fire getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, Quanzhen Sect disciples were fighting against foreign enemies, but no one was able to free their hands to put out the fire.

From a distance, Lu Nianchou saw a burly man with a beard on his face, carrying a simple knife, followed by a dozen gangsters with hideous expressions.

They held torches in their hands, set fire everywhere, and killed everyone they saw. Taoist priests, cooks and old people who had no martial arts skills in the kitchen had their intestines disemboweled or their throats cut.

They were laughing, screaming, shouting, roaring and wailing, mixed with the monstrous flames, the scene was extremely bloody and cruel.

Originally, a 49-man Beidou Formation was deployed on the back mountain, but because Zhao Zhijing and others on the front mountain went to stop Guo Jing, the Quanzhen Sect disciples who were originally guarding the back mountain were evacuated from here to guard the Chongyang Palace.

When the martial arts men brought by Huo Du came up from the back mountain and killed them, how could the ordinary people in this backyard stop those wolves and tigers from the world?

In the blink of an eye, there was a river of blood and dead bodies everywhere.

In the small courtyard where Lu Nianchou and the others lived, Wang Ye was covered in blood, and he was guarding the door of Li Zhihua's retreat. The sword in his hand was bloody, and his face and body were covered in blood.

In front of him, seven or eight big men were holding swords, guns and clubs, shouting and surrounding him, and from time to time they cut a bloody wound on his body.

"Little Taoist priest, kneel down for me, grandpa, and I will spare your life."

"Hahaha, boss, why don't you leave this pretty boy to me for my enjoyment?"

"This guy is fair and tender, and more handsome than a girl!"

"Hahaha!"

A group of people talked obscenely, but their actions were extremely ruthless. They took turns pressing down with swords, guns and sticks, and some even threw a torch directly, causing Li Zhihua's retreat room to instantly burst into flames.

puff!

Wang was also slashed on his left arm with a knife, bleeding profusely, and a look of despair on his face.

"Master...disciple can't hold on any longer!"

Seeing the thieves from all directions attacking them with a grinning grin, he roared, "Kill!!"

Regardless of the long sword in his hand, he stabbed towards the heart of one of the enemies. He didn't care about killing his other weapons at all, wanting to kill another thief with all his might.

At this moment, Wang Ye suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure falling from the sky out of the corner of his eye, and a bright sword flashed past.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
Three heads fell to the ground, and blood splashed everywhere like spring water.

"Junior Brother Lu!"

Wang Ye relaxed and knelt on the ground.

"kill"

Lu Nianchou roared, like a lone wolf, charging towards the oncoming enemy.

He did not dodge or evade the enemy's swords and weapons. The long sword roared vertically and horizontally, wreaking havoc like lightning. Wherever it passed, the fishy wind and bloody rain were the same color, and severed limbs and heads flew together, like a human-shaped meat grinder.

puff!puff!puff!

One corpse after another fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, all the enemies who surrounded Wang Ye were dead on the ground.

"Save Master!"

Wang also watched the room behind him bursting into flames, and was about to be completely engulfed by the flames in a blink of an eye.

Regardless of his injuries, he struggled to get up from the ground, trying not to rush into the sea of ​​fire desperately.

"Stay here, I'll go!"

Lu Nianchou put down the long sword in his hand, straightened his body, tapped the door frame with his toes, kicked the flaming door away with a bang, and then rushed straight in.

As soon as he entered the quiet room, he saw that the corners of Li Zhihua's mouth and chest were covered with blood, and he fainted on the ground. It was obvious that he was disturbed at a critical moment of the movement and suffered severe backlash.

At this time, the room was burned by fire, and even the beams were collapsing and falling.

He rushed forward quickly, carried him on his back, knocked away the falling tiles and wooden beams with his fists, and rushed out quickly.

The moment he rushed out, the whole room collapsed.

"Junior brother, master!"

Wang was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, almost thinking that both of them were going to be buried in the sea of ​​fire.

"Senior brother, can you still move around?" Lu Nianchou's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"A little skin injury, but he won't die." Wang Ye usually looks lazy and weak, but at this time, he is much stronger than those so-called tough guys.

"let's go!"

Lu Nianchou used his toes hard and kicked the long sword that had just been thrown on the ground into the air.

He held Li Zhihua on his back with his left hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and strode towards the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

"Huo Dou, old and new grudges, I will count with you!"

Thinking of Li Mochou being severely injured by Huo Dou, and now Li Zhihua's life and death is unknown because of him.

Lu Nianchou was filled with rage, holding a long sword in his hand, with murderous intent boiling over him, and his eyes were full of blood.

Along the way, the murderer and arsonist saw the three of them, master and disciple, and came to kill them while shouting wildly.

puff!puff!puff!
The long sword slashed and killed, the blade stained with blood. Wherever it passed, there was no enemy, only dead bodies falling behind.

(End of this chapter)