Xuanyuan Jue

Chapter 214
Seeing that his arm was about to be lost, Wu Yuantu hurriedly used all his strength to resist.Unexpectedly, Feng Zhao suddenly withdrew his strength, and Wu Yuantu pushed so hard that he jumped into the air involuntarily.

One ebb and the other, Wu Yuantu's inner breath suddenly became confused, his hand softened, and the iron sword could hardly be held.Feng Zhao wanted to swing his gun again and again, but Zhang Shaoshang had already attacked.

When he landed, Wu Yuantu stepped back a few steps "thump thump thump" and pushed the iron sword to the ground so as not to fall.When the breath calmed down, Wu Yuantu hurriedly resorted to lightness, and while Feng Zhao and Zhang Shaoshang were fighting each other, he quietly touched Feng Zhao's back.

Seeing that Feng Zhao didn't turn around, Wu Yuantu raised his sword and stabbed.Unexpectedly, the tip of the sword was handed halfway, Feng Zhao seemed to have eyes behind him, and poked the iron tail of the spear backwards with a "shua".

The spear is long and the sword is short, if Feng Zhao proves it, Wu Yuantu will die first.How could Wu Yuantu not understand such a simple truth?Immediately, he withdrew his sword abruptly, and wanted to back away in a hurry.Who would have thought that in such a panic, Wu Yuantu Fang's calm inner breath suddenly went off again, and he didn't raise his breath, his body froze completely, and instead he threw himself straight to the ground.

Coincidentally, the place where Wu Yuantu fell was lying on Zhuo Bushu's mace that was knocked into the air.Before Wu Yuantu could react, the back of the head was pierced by countless thorns on the stick, and he died when he kicked his feet.

Feng Zhao flicked the tip of his spear, jumped a few feet to the side, turned his head to look, and instantly guessed the reason. "Oh, God's will! I didn't expect Wu Yuantu, the majestic Baji sect, to die in such a useless way..."

Zhang Shaoshang said angrily: "Old man Feng, don't you want cats to cry and rats to pretend to be merciful! Death is death, how can you be useless or not?"

"That's right!" Feng Zhao snorted, "As minions of Prince Qianqing's mansion, you have long since thrown away your past chivalrous names, so how can you have any sense of shame left?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Shaoshang's eyes seemed to be bleeding, and the ghost knife in his hand was blazing green. "Let's see the real chapter under our hands!"

"Okay!" Feng Zhao threw away the Maza spear and picked up Wu Yuantu's iron sword. "Now that there are only you and me left, I won't take advantage of you in terms of weapons! Come on, use your 'slashing landslide' in the Sangmen sword technique! I will use this sword to meet The stunt you are famous for. Once you pass this move, it will be a matter of life and death!"

Before Zhang Shaoshang could answer, Feng Shen and Xianggua rushed out by calling each other "Daddy" and "Uncle Feng". "Let's deal with him!"

Feng Zhao sternly said: "Go back! Are you sent to die?"

Zhang Shaoshang glanced at Feng Shen and Xianggua, and said to Feng Zhao: "Old man Feng, do you still have time to worry about others? Don't you think I don't know? You've fought so hard, I'm afraid it's the end of your strength, right? Hehe, I have enough strength left." Well, as you wish, I will kill you first with a style of "cutting landslides", and then I will kill you Feng's family!"

Feng Zhao shouted: "If you want to do evil, you must first win the iron sword in the old man's hand!"

"Look at the knife!" Zhang Shaoshang roared wildly, and the ghost-headed knife clanged and slashed towards Feng Zhao with a thunderous force.

Feng Zhao raised his iron sword, his true energy surged, and the tip of the sword turned into a meteor, stabbing directly at the blade.

As soon as the sword was exchanged, there was a non-stop "crackling", and the two of them were covered by the smoke and dust that shook their bodies. Looking from the outside, they could only see sparks flying in all directions.

After a while, the sound of slashing stopped suddenly, and after the smoke cleared, Feng Zhao and Zhang Shaoshang were already standing with their backs to each other.

Feng Shen and the others' hearts were in their throats, and they opened their mouths dryly, but they didn't dare to shout first.

After another half hour, the corners of Zhang Shaoshang's lips moved slightly. "What a fast sword..."

"Accepted!" Feng Zhaofang turned around and walked down the corridor, the ghost knife fell to the ground with a "bang", and then Zhang Shaoshang fell headfirst, with a pool of blood dripping from his body.

Feng Shen and the others were ecstatic, dancing and welcoming Feng Zhao one after another.

"Father, it's all up to you tonight!"

"Yeah, Uncle Feng is amazing."

"That's right, what about our master? But I was so scared at the time. When I came back to my senses, the master had sent all the bad guys away..."

Feng Zhao waved his hand, and said weakly to Feng Shen: "Shen'er...help me sit down..."

Seeing that his father looked wrong, Feng Shen immediately became nervous. "Dad! What's the matter with you?"

The rest of the people also panicked, and hurriedly helped Feng Zhao sit down, and hurriedly checked his whole body to see if there was any wound.

However, there was a lot of blood on Feng Zhao's clothes, but it was all spattered by the opponent during the confrontation. Just as everyone was relieved, Feng Zhao coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Shen was shocked, "Father, could it be that you suffered an internal injury? Where is the injury? Where is the injury!"

Feng Zhao's face was like gold paper, and he pointed to the courtyard: "Those are good fighters... Although their weapons didn't hit me, but after the fight, the sword wind and sword energy they received have passed through the back of my heart. It shocked my heart into a serious injury... I inspired Zhang Shaoshang to decide victory or defeat with one move, just for a quick victory...cough cough...I have no regrets if I can survive until now..."

Feng Shen hurriedly touched his father's back, the clothes on the back were really torn, with a light pull, they were all shredded into strands. "Feng Quan! Quickly get the wound medicine! Quickly get the wound medicine!"

Feng Zhao waved his hand, "My heart pulse has been broken long ago, and there is no cure for it..."

Feng Shen burst into tears, and firmly held his father's hand. "There is salvation! There must be salvation! Father, stop talking!"

Feng Zhao smiled slightly, "Father doesn't speak anymore, I'm afraid there will be no chance...Shen'er, there is a string of chains around Daddy's neck...you take it off..."

"Yes!" Feng Shen touched Feng Zhao's neck with tears in his eyes, and took off the chain.Seeing that there were a lot of small bumps and bumps on the chain, Feng Shen asked again: "Father, this is..."

Feng Zhaodao: "I don't know either... You put it away and don't lose it... Maybe you will understand when fate comes in the future..."

"Okay, remember, kid!" Feng Shen nodded, and hung the chain around his neck. Just about to say something, Feng Zhao's eyelids closed, and he fainted.

"Father! Father!"

"Uncle Feng!"

"Master, wake up..."

Everyone was calling desperately, there were a few soft "clicks" on the wall, and three figures jumped up.

Feng Shen's heart trembled, thinking that there was another enemy attacking, he quickly wiped his face and grabbed the Ye Bilong Saber. "Cantaloupe, you are here to protect my father! I'm going to fight them!"

"Okay!" Cantaloupe twitched, and said with red eyes, "Brother Feng, be careful!"

Those three came so fast.As soon as Feng Shen stepped out of the corridor, they swayed from the wall to the front.

After seeing who was coming, Feng Shen couldn't help being startled. "It's you..."

It turned out that these three people, Feng Shen, had all seen each other before, one was the one-eyed Taoist, one was the middle-aged scribe, and the remaining one was the nun with hair.All three of them had messy faces and bloody robes, as if they had just experienced a fight.

The middle-aged scribe looked down the corridor and stomped his feet. "Oh! It's still a step late!"

The one-eyed Taoist figured it out silently for a while, then sighed: "Be good when you are in trouble, you should be in this catastrophe. God's will is like this, you can't force it..."

Feng Shen didn't know whether the three were enemies or friends, so he blocked them with a horizontal knife. "Are you also Eagle Claws of Prince Qing's Mansion?"

The one-eyed Taoist didn't answer, his body dodged under the knife, and he had already caught Feng Zhao's palm.Xianggua had no time to think, and shot an arrow at the Taoist.

The Taoist didn't even raise his head, but suddenly stretched out his two fingers, and unexpectedly firmly clamped the nail arrow that was shot.

"Don't touch my father!" Feng Shen was shocked, and swung his knife to slash at the Taoist.

With a flick of the girl's clothes, she gently pushed Feng Shen aside. "Shen'er, we are not outsiders!"

Hearing what the nun said, Feng Shen and Xianggua were stunned for a while, and then stopped acting rashly.I saw the one-eyed Taoist throw away the nail and arrow, and then put his fingertips on the "Laogong acupoint" in Feng Zhao's palm, as if losing quickly with real strength.

About half a cup of tea, the Taoist's forehead was already sweating, Feng Zhao's eyelids suddenly lifted a few times, and he woke up leisurely.

"Father!" Feng Shen threw the knife away and rushed over.

Feng Zhao opened his eyes, and when he saw the one-eyed Taoist, instead of being surprised, he became happy instead. "Senior brother... the musketeers..."

The one-eyed Taoist called "Junior Brother", the middle-aged scribe and the nun also came forward. "Second senior brother, don't worry, everything has been cleared!"

Feng Shen and the others were all taken aback when they heard this address from several people. "Father, who are they?"

Feng Zhao raised his hand tremblingly, pointing to the Taoist, scribe and nun in turn. "This is Taoist Priest Xianguan... This is Mr. Hua Wushenghua... This is Master Kongru... Shen'er, I've met three seniors soon, let's kowtow to them..."

Father has orders, how dare Feng Shen disobey them?Immediately lift the robe, then kneel down.

Master Kong Ru and Hua Wusheng hurriedly blocked each other, and said to Feng Zhao: "Second Senior Brother, Shen'er can call us 'Uncle Master' and 'Uncle Master', why do you have to talk so much?"

Taoist Priest Xianguan also nodded and said, "Yes, Second Junior Brother, it doesn't have to be so commensurate."

Feng Zhao shook his head and said: "Although Shen'er and I are father and son, he has never learned the skills of our master...so let him act like a junior first, if...cough cough...if you think he is okay... Create, please... please include him in the gate wall..."

Hearing this, the three of them already understood that Feng Zhao wanted to ask Gu.Hua Wusheng and Kong Ru looked at each other, and they both looked at Taoist Xianguan.

Taoist Xianguan pondered for a while, then nodded slightly. "Shen'er will take care of me in the future, Second Junior Brother can rest assured."

A look of joy appeared in Feng Zhao's eyes. "Thank you, Senior Sect Leader..."

"Where is Second Junior Brother talking?" Taoist Xianguan waved his hand, then whispered to Feng Shen, "Shen'er, if you have anything else to say, hurry up and tell your father..."

Feng Shen "thumped" and knelt down to Taoist Xianguan, weeping like rain. "Daoist, you are an expert, please save my father! I know, you must have a way! Please..."

(End of this chapter)