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Chapter 122 It’s not him!not him!
Chapter 122 It’s not him!not him! (Please subscribe)
Lu Qingdu's pupils shrank, and he saw a sword light tearing through the sky like chasing wind and lightning. The murderous intention and hostility contained in it made people feel chilled.
Compared with this kind of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship he had learned before was simply crude and ridiculous.
"what……"
He squeezed out a high-pitched roar full of despair and fear from his throat, his desire to survive exploded, and he wanted to avoid it.
But it's too late...
puff!
Before Lu Qingdu's cry could be heard, the long sword that was as fast as a stream of light had already pierced through the throat, cutting off all the roars and despair and locking it in the throat.
His fat body stood upright on the spot, the long sword in his hand fell with a clang, and his two palms subconsciously covered his throat.
But the hot blood in his neck gushes out like a fountain, and he can't stop it no matter how hard he blocks it.
"Little animal..."
Lu Qingdu murmured inarticulately in his throat, and his eyes were bleeding, as if he wanted to say something.
But before he could finish speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud and became motionless.
The hot blood flowed all over the floor in the blink of an eye, and the bright red blood made all the disciples present sting their pupils and freeze in place.
"evil creature!"
Almost at the moment when the sword in Yang Guo's hand pierced Lu Qingdu's throat, Zhao Zhijing's body moved.
He stamped his feet without any mercy. The long sword in his hand came out of its sheath with a clang, and with unparalleled true energy, he performed the sword technique of "One Qi Transforms Three Purities".
The sharp sword light instantly enveloped Yang Guo, blocking him in all directions, making it impossible for him to escape.
"I...I killed someone?!"
Only then did Yang Guo come back to his senses and realize what had just happened. The corpses and blood on the ground made his mind go blank and his heart was filled with panic and fear.
Facing the long sword that Zhao Zhijing was attacking, he subconsciously used the thousands-mile throat seal that had been tempered for thousands of times.
Keng!
The weapons collided and fire burst out.
Yang Guo retreated violently. Although his sword technique was powerful, it was not as good as Zhao Zhijing's true energy. He was beaten back five steps, staggered and almost fell.
"You beast, how dare you kill your senior brother."
"And your swordsmanship is clearly the Wanli Throat in my Quanzhen swordsmanship! I have obviously never taught you this swordsmanship."
"Who is it? Who dares to be so rebellious, violate the rules of the sect, and teach you this swordsmanship?"
Zhao Zhijing's face was full of anger. He had such a rebellious disciple who secretly learned the swordsmanship from his sect and even killed his fellow disciples.
It is simply a heinous crime and deserves death!
At this moment, his heart was filled with murderous intent, and he wished he could kill this traitor with one sword.
Otherwise, he would become the laughing stock among his peers.
How to compete with Yin Zhiping for the position of chief of the third generation?
He put his feet on the ground, spread out his arms, and soared into the sky like a wild goose. Then, like a violent storm, a sword shadow slashed towards Yang Guo's head and face.
bang!bang!bang!
Yang Guo had only learned one move, Thousand Miles Throat Sealing, so how could he withstand Zhao Zhijing's all-out killing move.
After blocking the enemy's three blows with the long sword in his hand, his arm finally went numb and was directly thrown away by the enemy's blade, falling to the ground.
Zhao Zhijing struck out with a palm, causing Yang Guo to spurt blood from his mouth and fall to the ground. "Beast, tell me where did you secretly learn my Quanzhen swordsmanship?"
"If you don't tell me, I'll beat you to death with one slap!"
His face was extremely ferocious, he grabbed Yang Guo's neck, lifted him up, and asked fiercely.
Yang Guo was almost choked and couldn't breathe. At this time, he had already given up and started punching and kicking Zhao Zhijing crazily.
"Beast, how dare you resist now?"
Zhao Zhijing was hit by his fists and kicks. Although there was no pain or itching, under the attention of many third- and fourth-generation disciples around him, he just felt humiliated.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
He slapped Yang Guo hard several times on the already swollen cheeks without hesitation.
"Nie Zhan, are you going to tell me or not?"
"Bah!" Yang Guo spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, which almost hit Zhao Zhijing's face. Although he avoided it, it still landed on the Taoist robe.
"Even if you beat me to death, I won't tell you!"
Zhao Zhijing was so angry that he slapped his head and face several more times, and roared in a fierce tone: "I'll ask you one last time, do you want to say it or not?"
The skin and flesh on Yang Guo's face were beaten to pieces, and he could vaguely see the white bones, which was extremely miserable.
"Hey……"
"Want to know who taught me? Come to me and I'll tell you."
"Little beast, don't try any tricks with me." Zhao Zhijing stepped forward.
Yang Guo took the opportunity to open his mouth and bit his ear hard.
Zhao Zhijing was wary in his heart and quickly avoided it. At this moment, he completely lost his patience and ordered to the disciples on the side: "Hang him up for me. I am not allowed to give him anything to eat or drink. I want to see him." How tough your mouth is."
There were other Quanzhen disciples around who couldn't bear to see Yang Guo's skinny body covered in blood, his cheeks swollen and almost unrecognizable as a human being.
But now that Wang Chuyi is not on the mountain, Zhao Zhijing, as the elder brother and Yang Guo's master, cannot allow others to interfere with how to deal with it.
All he could do was watch Yang Guo being hung on a big tree. It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it was getting even colder on Zhongnan Mountain.
Yang Guo was seriously injured, bleeding constantly and was hung on a tree. He felt pain everywhere in his body, his vision went black, and he almost lost consciousness.
"Mom, I miss you..."
At this time, he seemed to see Mu Nianci's figure, and his heart was filled with sourness and sorrow, and he couldn't help but want to shed tears.
At this moment, one of the disciples in the field murmured: "Yang Guo often goes to the Sutra Library in the back mountain. Couldn't this swordsmanship be taught by the person in the Sutra Library?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of dead silence. Even Yang Guo's body froze slightly, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his pupils covered by blood.
Zhao Zhijing's face showed a trace of ruthlessness, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I knew it was him who violated the sect rules and taught us swordsmanship, and even killed someone because of it."
"I want to see how he explains to the door this time?"
When Yang Guo heard this, he shouted urgently: "It's not him, it's not him, it has nothing to do with Senior Brother Lu!"
Seeing his appearance, Zhao Zhijing's face showed satisfaction, "Little beast, you are protecting him like this. It seems that he really taught you the swordsmanship."
"This time I'm going to make both of you walk around without food!"
"Put this little beast down for me and let two people hold him up. Everyone follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped towards the Sutra Library.
(End of this chapter)
Lu Qingdu's pupils shrank, and he saw a sword light tearing through the sky like chasing wind and lightning. The murderous intention and hostility contained in it made people feel chilled.
Compared with this kind of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship he had learned before was simply crude and ridiculous.
"what……"
He squeezed out a high-pitched roar full of despair and fear from his throat, his desire to survive exploded, and he wanted to avoid it.
But it's too late...
puff!
Before Lu Qingdu's cry could be heard, the long sword that was as fast as a stream of light had already pierced through the throat, cutting off all the roars and despair and locking it in the throat.
His fat body stood upright on the spot, the long sword in his hand fell with a clang, and his two palms subconsciously covered his throat.
But the hot blood in his neck gushes out like a fountain, and he can't stop it no matter how hard he blocks it.
"Little animal..."
Lu Qingdu murmured inarticulately in his throat, and his eyes were bleeding, as if he wanted to say something.
But before he could finish speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud and became motionless.
The hot blood flowed all over the floor in the blink of an eye, and the bright red blood made all the disciples present sting their pupils and freeze in place.
"evil creature!"
Almost at the moment when the sword in Yang Guo's hand pierced Lu Qingdu's throat, Zhao Zhijing's body moved.
He stamped his feet without any mercy. The long sword in his hand came out of its sheath with a clang, and with unparalleled true energy, he performed the sword technique of "One Qi Transforms Three Purities".
The sharp sword light instantly enveloped Yang Guo, blocking him in all directions, making it impossible for him to escape.
"I...I killed someone?!"
Only then did Yang Guo come back to his senses and realize what had just happened. The corpses and blood on the ground made his mind go blank and his heart was filled with panic and fear.
Facing the long sword that Zhao Zhijing was attacking, he subconsciously used the thousands-mile throat seal that had been tempered for thousands of times.
Keng!
The weapons collided and fire burst out.
Yang Guo retreated violently. Although his sword technique was powerful, it was not as good as Zhao Zhijing's true energy. He was beaten back five steps, staggered and almost fell.
"You beast, how dare you kill your senior brother."
"And your swordsmanship is clearly the Wanli Throat in my Quanzhen swordsmanship! I have obviously never taught you this swordsmanship."
"Who is it? Who dares to be so rebellious, violate the rules of the sect, and teach you this swordsmanship?"
Zhao Zhijing's face was full of anger. He had such a rebellious disciple who secretly learned the swordsmanship from his sect and even killed his fellow disciples.
It is simply a heinous crime and deserves death!
At this moment, his heart was filled with murderous intent, and he wished he could kill this traitor with one sword.
Otherwise, he would become the laughing stock among his peers.
How to compete with Yin Zhiping for the position of chief of the third generation?
He put his feet on the ground, spread out his arms, and soared into the sky like a wild goose. Then, like a violent storm, a sword shadow slashed towards Yang Guo's head and face.
bang!bang!bang!
Yang Guo had only learned one move, Thousand Miles Throat Sealing, so how could he withstand Zhao Zhijing's all-out killing move.
After blocking the enemy's three blows with the long sword in his hand, his arm finally went numb and was directly thrown away by the enemy's blade, falling to the ground.
Zhao Zhijing struck out with a palm, causing Yang Guo to spurt blood from his mouth and fall to the ground. "Beast, tell me where did you secretly learn my Quanzhen swordsmanship?"
"If you don't tell me, I'll beat you to death with one slap!"
His face was extremely ferocious, he grabbed Yang Guo's neck, lifted him up, and asked fiercely.
Yang Guo was almost choked and couldn't breathe. At this time, he had already given up and started punching and kicking Zhao Zhijing crazily.
"Beast, how dare you resist now?"
Zhao Zhijing was hit by his fists and kicks. Although there was no pain or itching, under the attention of many third- and fourth-generation disciples around him, he just felt humiliated.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
He slapped Yang Guo hard several times on the already swollen cheeks without hesitation.
"Nie Zhan, are you going to tell me or not?"
"Bah!" Yang Guo spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, which almost hit Zhao Zhijing's face. Although he avoided it, it still landed on the Taoist robe.
"Even if you beat me to death, I won't tell you!"
Zhao Zhijing was so angry that he slapped his head and face several more times, and roared in a fierce tone: "I'll ask you one last time, do you want to say it or not?"
The skin and flesh on Yang Guo's face were beaten to pieces, and he could vaguely see the white bones, which was extremely miserable.
"Hey……"
"Want to know who taught me? Come to me and I'll tell you."
"Little beast, don't try any tricks with me." Zhao Zhijing stepped forward.
Yang Guo took the opportunity to open his mouth and bit his ear hard.
Zhao Zhijing was wary in his heart and quickly avoided it. At this moment, he completely lost his patience and ordered to the disciples on the side: "Hang him up for me. I am not allowed to give him anything to eat or drink. I want to see him." How tough your mouth is."
There were other Quanzhen disciples around who couldn't bear to see Yang Guo's skinny body covered in blood, his cheeks swollen and almost unrecognizable as a human being.
But now that Wang Chuyi is not on the mountain, Zhao Zhijing, as the elder brother and Yang Guo's master, cannot allow others to interfere with how to deal with it.
All he could do was watch Yang Guo being hung on a big tree. It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it was getting even colder on Zhongnan Mountain.
Yang Guo was seriously injured, bleeding constantly and was hung on a tree. He felt pain everywhere in his body, his vision went black, and he almost lost consciousness.
"Mom, I miss you..."
At this time, he seemed to see Mu Nianci's figure, and his heart was filled with sourness and sorrow, and he couldn't help but want to shed tears.
At this moment, one of the disciples in the field murmured: "Yang Guo often goes to the Sutra Library in the back mountain. Couldn't this swordsmanship be taught by the person in the Sutra Library?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of dead silence. Even Yang Guo's body froze slightly, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his pupils covered by blood.
Zhao Zhijing's face showed a trace of ruthlessness, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I knew it was him who violated the sect rules and taught us swordsmanship, and even killed someone because of it."
"I want to see how he explains to the door this time?"
When Yang Guo heard this, he shouted urgently: "It's not him, it's not him, it has nothing to do with Senior Brother Lu!"
Seeing his appearance, Zhao Zhijing's face showed satisfaction, "Little beast, you are protecting him like this. It seems that he really taught you the swordsmanship."
"This time I'm going to make both of you walk around without food!"
"Put this little beast down for me and let two people hold him up. Everyone follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped towards the Sutra Library.
(End of this chapter)
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