Genius commoner

Chapter 184
"Longgu 140 five, three gangs 120 seven."

The eight eagle disciples spurted blood and fell into the air. The person in charge immediately announced the final balance of power and counted them as the masters of the battle, making the Longgu camp completely hopeless. They got a lot closer, but there was still a big disparity in strength, and the ancient Buddha, who had fought fiercely for many times, was also unable to fight again.

"Sect Master Qinglong!"

When Long Aotian hugged the ancient Buddha to check his injuries, seven or eight masters of the Qinglong gang also rushed to the blood-stained Qinglong Zhentian, holding weapons to form a protective circle, Qinglong Zhentian twisted his arm and put the dislocation back , and then pointed at Long Aotian and Gu Dafo with a big sword, full of murderous intent: "The other party bullies the less, let me kill them together."

Following the Qinglong Zhentian's order, the three of them charged forward with a knife in their hands. The fighting between the two sides was no longer like the end of the initial period, and it was more of a merciless death. The three masters of the Qinglong gang knew that The ancient Buddha was powerful, but he didn't know Long Aotian's ability, so he slashed at the latter with three swords in a row.

"die!"

Long Aotian, who was holding the ancient Buddha, snatched the red sword, and roared out suddenly, but the light of the sword soared, suppressing the light above his head.

The coldness and night wind around were also trembling by this roar, the sword light soared, and the blood burst into the air. The master of the Azure Dragon Gang on the left couldn't dodge, and watched Long Aotian's sword cut off his weapon, and then the sword edge It landed on him fiercely, split him in half abruptly, and the master of the Qinglong gang yelled, and fell headfirst to the ground.

At this time, Long Aotian had already returned his sword and slashed towards the chest of the enemy in the middle, a red light flashed past everyone's eyes, as fast as a shooting star, the latter turned upside down one by one, but the person's chest was bleeding in the air, the red sword cut through His chest, if he hadn't been alert and dodged very quickly, he might have died, if so, he wouldn't be able to swing the knife to fight again.

He knelt beside Qinglong Zhentian, but was kicked away by the latter.

The blood-stained red sword danced through the air again, sending out a circle of light red blood droplets, which splashed in the air and rolled into the cold wind like dancing elves. The elves gathered in Long Aotian's third sword, roaring and whistling. Facing the neck of the master of the Qinglong gang, the blade slashed at the latter's nerves. The latter's neck was spattered with blood, he turned over and fell to the ground, losing his vitality.

Long Aotian unleashed three swords and killed three people, stirring up everyone's nerves again. Seeing Long Aotian hugging the ancient Buddha and struggling to kill the enemy, many people who had forgotten the glory of the Tang Palace couldn't help but think of those glorious years. Ye Kuangren's cigar was almost burning between his fingers, but he murmured unconsciously: "It seems that the third brother and Lao Yan still have some vision."

Long Gu deserves to be damned, but he still deserves Madman Ye's respect.

At this time, Long Aotian's sword light flashed coldly, and when he endured adding a scar on his body, the red sword also slashed across the throats of two masters of the Qinglong Gang, and the two retreated while holding their throats, their faces pale and unwilling, But in the end, seeing the blood pouring down from his chest, Long Aotian didn't throw Gu Dafo off the ring, but hugged him tightly with his left hand.

He was worried that once the ancient Buddha got off the ring, he would be tricked by the three gangs of masters, and if he was doomed to fail tonight, he would die on the stage together.

Long Aotian beheaded another member of the Qinglong Gang under the sword, making the rich blood on the ring reach its peak. However, although the sword technique is fierce and has no flaws, Long Aotian has flaws. If Long Aotian wants to kill a few It is estimated that ten or eight is not a problem, but if Long Aotian wants to win, it is tantamount to nonsense.

As more and more masters of the Qinglong gang died on the sword, the resistance Long Aotian encountered was also increasing, and the opponent's skill became higher and higher. The two vented their anger, during which Qinglong Zhentian glanced at Concubine Song Si, who nodded slightly to make him even more aggressive.

Seeing that Long Aotian was about to end, Ye Kuangren didn't feel any joy in his heart, on the contrary, there was only a trace of undisguised pity.

"Old Dragon!"

At this time, the tired and dizzy Gu Dafo opened his eyes and saw that the person hugging him was his old friend Long Aotian. Entering Long Aotian's ear, making his fighting movement stagnate, and in this gap, two more stab wounds appeared on his body.

Seeing this, the ancient Buddha immediately closed his mouth, and did not dare to shout to disturb Long Aotian's mind. When Long Aotian killed a person and took two steps back to breathe, the ancient Buddha sighed helplessly: "Old dragon, stop arguing, this If you lose the first battle, the miracle will not happen, you and I admit defeat, killing one more person will bring more resentment, brothers will have more danger."

Long Aotian frowned slightly: "Didn't we say we would fight to the death?"

Gu Dafo smiled wryly: "Is there any difference now? Several top masters of the opponent haven't moved yet, you and I are half dead, what suspense is there in this battle? It's better to admit defeat quickly, and we won't leave Long Shuo. In a foreign land, we use death to give our brothers some living space, I think they will be happy to make this deal."

"For them, it's better for us to kill ourselves than to find an excuse to kill someone."

Long Aotian was slightly silent, his eyes were full of sadness, although he was not afraid of life and death, but at the last moment, there was still some melancholy.

If you come out to hang out, you will always have to pay it back!

At this moment, two more Longzhuang masters came up to the stage from behind, without saying a word, stabbing them with long swords.

Originally, the red sword in Long Aotian's hand was already drooping, and there were many stab wounds on his body, and he was stared at by the masters of the Qinglong Gang who were about to move. When the disciples of Longzhuang attacked, he was still able to thrust out a sword, and the thrust of this sword was earth-shattering, directly piercing a person's throat.

That person was the master of Longzhuang who attacked the ancient Buddha.

Long Aotian saved the ancient Buddha, but he didn't have time to block the sword that was stabbing at him. There was an unspeakable pain in the waist of the sideways flash, and a spray of blood spurted out. A mouthful of blood was spat out, and then the long sword of the master of Longzhuang plucked a scar on his thigh, where the bones were deep and blood was flowing.

Long Aotian endured the pain and cut off the long sword, and at the same time kicked fiercely, the tip of his toe hit the opponent's chin, and the latter screamed and fell flying.

Just when Long Aotian coughed to relieve the pain, a bright saber light flashed and fell towards Long Aotian like lightning.

The ancient Buddha shouted: "Old dragon, be careful!"

Long Aotian, who smelled the danger, turned around swiftly, and saw Qinglong Zhentian pressing down with a big knife in a condescending posture like a goshawk catching rabbits, his clothes rolled upside down and danced wildly. The eyes are already full of murderous intent, locked on the figure of Long Aotian, like a demon god: "Long Aotian, you go to die."

The long and narrow saber in Qinglong Zhentian's hand slashed down at Long Aotian's body with a kind of domineering arrogance.

The white light with endless killing intent was swift and fierce as it flew across the air, and there seemed to be the sound of paper tearing in the air following that knife.

"The blue dragon shakes the sky,,,"

This knife has the power to split the sky and destroy the earth, even if ordinary people grow wings, they may not be able to dodge it.

But at this moment, Long Aotian's mind escaped into a state where life and death were ignored.

Long Aotian, who has always been domineering, suddenly became calm, like spring water that stopped boiling and spraying. Facing the thundering knife of Qinglong Zhentian, he completely gave up his own safety, threw the ancient Buddha on the ground with his backhand, and stepped on the floor with his right foot. The body bounced up suddenly, and he swung his sword to stab at Qinglong Zhentian's heart with all his strength: "It's too lonely to go on the road alone!"

"You, come and accompany me!"

For a moment, what Long Aotian felt was not fear, but a kind of peace back to nature.

The corner of Qinglong Zhentian's mouth twitched, not wanting to die together, he turned his sword and slashed at the red sword.

With a loud noise, as if time stopped, a strange distortion appeared in the space.

After the two bodies paused in the air with a heavy posture, they flew upside down. At this time, the crackling sound of the air was piercing, and the storm-like air flow was wrapped in blood. There is a kind of pain like being cut by a knife, Long Aotian is like being struck by lightning, and the light in his eyes flickers and disappears.

The trailing feet left scars of varying shades of red on the ring, and his body couldn't help stepping back, coughing up blood as he shifted his steps, the blood spat on the red sword in his hand, it was so thick that it couldn't flow down, Qinglong Zhentian broke his sword, and fell down on the red floor like a stupid chicken, with a trace of pain on his face, panting heavily.

His situation is much better than Long Aotian.

Qinglong Zhentian dropped the broken knife in his hand, stared at Long Aotian and sneered: "You are finally going to die."

Long Aotian half-kneeled beside the ancient Buddha, the clothes on his body were blown by the wind, cracked obliquely, and a smear of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he was no longer able to fight.

Long Aotian looked at the flushed Qinglong Zhentian: "You never dare to fight alone with me."

Qinglong shook the sky and shouted sharply: "The winner is the king and the loser."

He stood up, this guy with a body as strong as a cow, his fighting power and tenacity were indeed beyond ordinary people's imagination, his fists were tightly clenched, and his eyes showed ferociousness.

Everyone could see that he wanted to kill the two of them with his own hands.

The ancient Buddha shouted: "Old Dragon!"

Long Aotian looked at the ancient Buddha who went to life and death together, and a smile appeared on his vicissitudes old face:
"This round is indeed lost. The vow you and I made at the beginning will be fulfilled. We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day."

The ancient Buddha laughed loudly: "I just want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day."

"Killing so many of my brothers, it's time to sacrifice their heads."

Qinglong Zhentian licked his lips: "Don't you think that, after fighting to such an extent, both sides have other options besides death?"

"I lost, I lost, Long Gu admits defeat!"

At this time, Bai Qiuhua's heart trembled, and he shouted loudly: "We have surrendered in these two rounds."

"Longgu 140 six, three gangs 130 eight!"

The respected notary looked at the arena where only Qinglong was standing, cleared his throat and shouted: "No one will succeed Long Gu, Long Gu..."

"Long Gu has not lost!"

Before the words were written, a figure suddenly jumped up from the eagle camp, and several landing stations stepped onto the big arena:
"The green dragon shakes the sky, if you dare to touch them even an inch, I'll slaughter your entire Qinglong gang."

(End of this chapter)