The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 318

"Second Master Uncle?"

"How's the situation inside Second Master Uncle?"

"Second Senior Uncle!?"

The intermittent voice of inquiry from outside became louder and more urgent.

From Qi Difu entering Tianxuan Hall, there was a voice of inquiry from outside, but it took only a moment.

This voice is Yunzhang's voice, even Lord Lian can recognize it.

After Qi Difu entered the Tianxuan Palace, Yun Zhang took special care.

The Second Martial Uncle jumped into the Tianxuan Palace from the hole in the wall. If Lord Suo was seriously injured and could not wake up, then he asked questions, and the Second Martial Uncle should obviously answer immediately. Something is wrong!

Qi Difu was only three feet away from the damaged wall hole, and probably less than four feet away from Yun Zhang outside. The distance is so close that Yun Zhang's voice can be heard clearly.

But he kept his lips tightly shut and didn't say a word.

In fact, he really wanted to open his mouth to respond, and he tried, but when he found that he was unable to open his mouth, he realized that he had only his last breath left.

If this tone is used to respond to Yunzhang, it can be done, but he will definitely be shot dead by Lord Suo.

If he spends time with Lord Suo with this tone, he has a chance to fight Lord Suo's life.

After a brief moment of weighing, the [-]-year-old Daoist's eyes were firm, and he had no other thoughts!

Qi Difu was unable to answer, but Lord Suo didn't dare to say anything. He could call for help from outside the palace, but he knew that Qi Difu couldn't last long, so he simply kept silent, lest the people from Yuntian Temple be the first to enter the palace , Instead, he suffered.

Accompanied by two screams, a white shadow jumped into the hole in the wall.

The white figure is undoubtedly Yun Zhang.

And those two screams should be the members of the Nether Sect who prevented Yunzhang from entering the palace.

As soon as Yunzhang entered the hall, he could see the situation in the hall clearly. Qi Difu was holding hands with Master Suo, and the two were at a critical moment. Either death or injury.

How could Yun Zhang hesitate, so he raised his sword and was about to stab Master Suo.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden burst of light and darkness in the hall, which was especially dazzling.

Yunzhang held his ground, his first reaction was to turn around and face the enemy!

Sure enough, three members of the Nether Cult followed in.

It was the entrance of the cave that only allowed one person to jump in at the same time, and the three of them followed so quickly, Yun Zhang really couldn't imagine what kind of disaster it would be if the door of the Tianxuan Palace was opened wide, and the Nether Sect would rush in. And he didn't have time to think too much, so he had to concentrate on dealing with the enemy.

At this moment, Qi Hongli, the Seventh Elder outside the hall, was still fighting Nightmare, while Qi Zhouling, the Sixth Elder, used one as two to stop the crying lady and Lord Yan who had lost half of his palm.

There are only a dozen or so members of the Nether Sect, and these ten or so people are not only full of strength and agility, but also close to ordinary people's mentality. They are obviously elite members.

After these elite congregants were ordered to concentrate on dealing with the four Yuntian Temple disciples, they had the upper hand.

With the joint efforts of the four, Yunzhang was able to break through the siege, which is really a fluke.

It is reasonable for the elite congregation to separate three people to follow them.

Seeing the three elite congregants stopping Yun Zhang, Lord Suo felt relieved.

But when he saw the expressionless Qi Difu, his face gradually drooping due to the gradual loss of energy and blood, and the eyes staring straight at him, Master Suo couldn't help but stand on his head.

It seemed that in front of him was not a rickety old man, but an unlucky ghost who was about to fall into the abyss. He knew that he would fall to nothing, but he firmly grasped his ankles, which echoed the old saying , If you die, you will have to hold your back!

Lord Suo of course wants to keep going, he is not like the old man in front of him, he has lived enough and does not think about it, he still hopes that one day he can eat and drink with his brothers without any scruples, and do whatever he wants, how can he fall down here so easily?

Lord Suo immediately stabilized his mind, and decided that as long as he survived half a cup of tea, the smelly old man would die of his own accord.

There is no disturbance in the situation where the two palms are facing each other.

On the other side, Yunzhang was completely at a disadvantage under the siege of the three elite congregants.

Outside, although the disciples of the Yuntianguan also have fewer enemies and more enemies, four pairs of eyes can see more than one pair of eyes, and four hands and feet can do more than one pair of hands and feet.

But now, Yunzhang fell into a situation of one against three, so he was somewhat stretched and tired of coping.

The weapons of the three Nether Sect elite members are the knuckles, sickles, and heavy hammers.

Not only has the strength of a long soldier, but also the danger of a short soldier.

The heavy hammer had the lowest swing frequency, but Yun Zhang had to dodge every hit.

The knuckles lacked a bit of power, but they could easily get close to the body. In addition, the knuckles in the hands of this elite congregation had thorns. Yunzhang could avoid heavy punches. There were bloodstains on his body.

On the contrary, the one who wields the sickle seems to be the weakest of the three, and rarely poses a threat to Yun Zhang.

Even so, Yunzhang seemed to have angered a wild cat in heat, and soon his white robe was scratched, and four uniform bloody claw marks could be seen everywhere.

Fortunately, the thorn was not poisoned, otherwise, he would have died long ago.

Don't underestimate that these injuries are just flesh and blood wounds, but essence and blood are the foundation of life for people. The more blood essence is lost, the person will lose vitality, energy, strength, and gradually go to ruin.

Although these injuries are not serious, as the number of wounds increases, Yunzhang loses more and more blood. The pills in his arms are either to stop bleeding and relieve pain, or to concentrate and refresh, or to replenish energy. His breath had already been exhausted before entering Tianxuan Hall, without the support of medicine, it would be difficult for him to maintain concentration.

One twisted his body to avoid the knuckles piercing his heart, and rolled back one after another, barely avoiding the heavy hammer that almost hit the door, and then he jumped up suddenly, stunned for a while, unable to stand steadily, Staggered back.

During the battle, any extra pause could become a fatal flaw, let alone this situation.

Yunzhang realized his dangerous situation, his mind was struggling desperately, but his hands and feet couldn't control it, it seemed that at this moment, his body and soul were separated.

The body and the soul are one, if the body is severely injured, how can the soul still have a place to live?

Yun Zhang watched helplessly as a black shadow rapidly grew larger in his pupils, but he was helpless.

The general situation is gone, is he going to die here today?

What about the younger brother?What about the brothers and sisters in the audience?

Do not!

How could I fall down so early?

It's okay to last half a stick of incense!

Must not fall now!

Yun Zhang growled in his heart.

In just a moment, his "dying struggle" succeeded.

His soul has returned to his body, and he can finally use his hands and feet.

Only, it was too late.

The black-robed man in front of him was inspired by the wind, and he swung his knife to chop down, the blade was only a foot away from his face.

But his sword has not yet been raised, obviously, it is too late to block the knife with the horizontal sword.

Destiny loves such jokes. The spark of survival that was just ignited was extinguished by the cold water in the blink of an eye, and Yun Zhang's heart was ashamed.

The black-robed man's face was cold and his eyes were dull. There were not twenty or fifteen members of the Nether Sect who died under Yunzhang's sword tonight. He had never carefully observed the faces of these people.

But at this moment, he could see very clearly, maybe this person had completely occupied his sight, or maybe this person would be the last face he saw in his life.

Good prediction, wind-like movement, it turns out that this man in black robe with a sickle has been hiding his strength.

The man in black robe is like an owl hidden in the night, he has been tepid all the time, just to show his sharp claws at the most critical moment, and kill his prey with one blow!

Yunzhang regretted that his life would be so short, but he quickly convinced himself, whose life would be without regrets?

He felt as if he had been teased, and he was annoyed.

He had accepted his fate, but he didn't want to let the man in black have an easy time.

His hand moved, and he raised his sword, not to block, but to stab forward.

The sickle will be cut on his forehead first, and he will take advantage of that moment to stab the sword into the belly of the man in black and die together!

when!

In an instant, Yunzhang first felt a shock in his hand, his tiger's mouth went numb, and the sword in his hand was almost knocked off.

Then, he felt a shock in his ears, he had never heard such a deafening sound of sword strikes.

In the end, it was a shock!

His intention was actually seen through!

(End of this chapter)