The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 660 Fight against the devil alone
"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!--"

Tu Wanfang who plunged into the crowd is like a bamboo kao growing in a pile of bamboo shoots, even if only one section grows, it looks particularly abrupt.

Tu Wanfang's abruptness is not only because of his height and long arms, but also because even though he is unarmed, every time he swings his fist, he cuts through a mountain like a giant axe, every time he swings his arm, it is like a spear smashing a thousand troops, and every time he moves forward, he is like a speeding carriage. block!
The people's stabbing with swords and axes made Tu Wanfang's long hair shorter and his clothes shredded, but hardly left any traces on his limbs, torso and head.

When the people around hear the sound of tearing, cracking, and cracking in the air, although they are frightened, they can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It was because these sounds meant that Tu Wanfang's attack missed.

If it is muffled or crisp, it is likely that someone else will suffer misfortune.

Gradually, there was no living person within three feet of Tu Wanfang.

In the eyes of everyone, Tu Wanfang, who was covered in blood, could not be regarded as a living person, but should be a different kind, or a real demon!

Even those members of the Red Clothes Religion Alliance who had taken the drug would let out extremely shrill howls when facing Tu Wanfang.

Xu Shi's vision was blurred by the blood on his head and face, and Tu Wanfang temporarily stopped the slaughter.

I saw him squatting down, stretching out his hands to scratch among the pile of corpses at his feet.

Thirty feet away, your side attacks and our side counterattacks, gold and iron intersect, and the battle is intense.

Within a radius of three zhang, Dutu Wanfang sat down silently.

However, as soon as the red-clothed ghost and the long-haired bamboo pole monster appeared on the stage, the two became the focus of the audience.

No matter when, there are always countless eyes looking for the two out of fear or worry from time to time.

At this moment, Tu Wanfang looked no different from a beggar eating steamed buns on the street, eating very earnestly and even greedily.

But anyone who witnessed this scene would feel stomach upset, scalp numbness, and creeps!
Just at this moment, Tu Wanfang had finished eating those "blood steamed buns".

The blood hanging on his forehead was about to flow out, revealing a face that was no longer covered by long hair.

On that face, the eyes are long and narrow, the eyebrows are drawn into the temples, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the mouth is wide and thick.

With its original tall and strong figure, it still does not lose the power of the first warrior of Wala.

However, most of this face is now stained with blood, and the rest, like his skinny body, is usually blue-purple.

It looked like a monster!

It's just that under the current situation, no one present will regret the change of the former number one warrior of Wala.

What's more, this monster has re-learned the world outside a radius of three feet through its eyes!
Tu Wanfang stood up and laughed!

When he smiled, the arc of his wide mouth was almost level with the base of his ears!

Immediately, people heard that crazy and breathtaking laughter again!
I also saw Tu Wanfang coming to kill him like a hungry tiger on a wolf!

Wherever it was heading, the crowd scattered in panic.

But there are still one or two poor people who cannot escape the claws of evil.

Or being directly stepped on, or smashing the sky cap with a palm, all of them will be cut off in an instant!
Seeing that Tu Wanfang was about to pounce on his next prey, a figure came up against the current and stopped it with his own strength!
That person wore a plain robe that had already been stained with blood from the days of beatings and killings, but no matter how filthy his body was soaked in blood, sweat, and muddy water, people would think that the person had cleaned himself up. It is extremely appropriate and neat, and even gives people a sense of familiarity that they have known for a long time, and they can get along with them without any awkwardness.

Previously, people only thought his knife could bring this kind of familiarity.

It was only later that people realized that he could also complete this transformation like his knife.

The man holds a knife in his hand.

A knife like a sword.

This person's name is Mo Shang.

He used to be the altar master of the Xiaoyue League's Gale Wind Altar.

He is now the leader of Xiaoyue League.

He is also the leader of the Alliance to Reject the North!
In the eyes of everyone, Mo Shang, who has faced difficulties, is like a clear stream in a sea of ​​fire, and a white moonlight in a dark night.

And this leader who had ruled the top three in the northern part of the former Kyushu Alliance at a young age did not disappoint at all.

Relying on the Xuanqing Qiankun Sword that has been with him for many years to destroy evil, he actually repulsed Tu Wanfang's step forward!
Mobei Yidao really lived up to its reputation.

Maybe today is the battle to destroy the evil and rectify the name!

Some people do this visualization while fighting.

Some people secretly broke into a cold sweat for Mo Shang.

After all, many people have already seen that Mo Shang's actions are partly to reassure people's hearts, and partly to win people's hearts by being a hero.

After the former gang leader Feng Chen died strangely and suddenly at the Hundred Flowers Conference, Xiaoyue League fell into months of turmoil, until Mo Shang, who had been away for a long time, returned, put down the civil strife with his extraordinary strength by leaps and bounds, and sat on the chair of acting leader.

Although there are still many criticisms in private, the Xiaoyue League has indeed gradually returned to the right track under Mo Shang's rectification.

Although it was not as strong as when it was strong, at least it stood firm when the undercurrents in the rivers and lakes of Zhongzhou were surging, and it was not destroyed by fire or destruction.

Immediately afterwards, they were alerted to the commotion of the Wala people in the north, and persuaded the Crescent Moon League and Qingtian people to form the Northern Alliance to guard against barbarian invasions in advance.

After several correct decisions, Mo Shang ascended to the throne equivalent to the leader of the martial arts alliance in the northern part of Zhongzhou.

But Mo Shang knew very well that this throne was not easy to sit warm.

This time I went south to Putian, I somewhat had the idea of ​​winning people's hearts, strengthening the Xiaoyue League and rejecting the North League.

In particular, Tu Wanfang's previous identity was the number one warrior of Wala.

If he is capable of beheading the number one warrior in Oirat back then and the number one devil in martial arts today, then, not to mention securing the throne of the leader of the Rejection of the Northern League, and convincing the members of the three major gangs, he will be the leader of the martial arts in the true sense It's just around the corner.

Few people noticed that the eyes of this man who wanted to reach the top of the rivers and lakes were dark red, like another evil spirit.

Every time he swung the knife and chopped the knife, the blade just landed on the end of Tu Wanfang's fist and clap.

It is a competition of simple strength between each blow and Tu Wanfang.

Of course, Tu Wanfang's power is purer, it's all brute force.

Mo Shang's strength is a combination of vigor, inner breath and ingenuity.

Forces compete with each other, more than half of them cancel each other, and the rest are transmitted to the source of the force.

Tu Wanfang could resist with his invulnerable and powerful body.

Mo Shang needs to rely on his skills to melt away some of it, and then take on the part that will not hurt his own strength.

In the eyes of everyone, Mo Shang seemed to be able to predict Tu Wanfang's attacking movement in advance. He had already prepared a bit of strength to use his sword, and a little bit of force to vent his strength. Who.

If Ji Zhe, who is in the distance, can get closer to watch the battle, he must be rewarded for his work!

Just relying on this single-handed resistance to Tu Wanfang, Mo Shang's status in the world is bound to rise a lot in the future.

When Mo Shang shouldered the burden of fighting against the devil alone, the others were not idle. Apart from observing the battle situation here occasionally, everyone stepped up their pursuit of the members of the Red Clothes Cult Alliance. , should be more confident to work together to kill demons.

In short, there are only three problems facing the Zhongzhou Jianghu people.

Tu Wanfang, Hongshang, and [-] members of the Red Clothes Sect Alliance.

After making waves several times, Hongshang has fallen into the encirclement of Wudang, Emei Sword Formation and the remaining Lin Tongren Formation, and has been cut off from the echo with Tu Wanfang.

This is also one of the reasons why Tu Wanfang squatted down to eat just right.

There are only about [-] members left in the [-] Red Clothes Sect Alliance. Even though there are only about [-] members left in Zhongzhou Wulin, the situation is much more optimistic.

After all, Mo Shang is a human being and not a demon. After fighting Tu Wanfang for nearly a stick of incense, he finally showed signs of fatigue.

No one knew that Mo Shang's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, but they could already see two lines of blood and tears streaming from his eyes!
"Leader take a break, leave this beast to me!"

(End of this chapter)