Mixed martial arts: I am the best in the world

Chapter 166 A Sword Comes to the West

There was chaos on the sea. The soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty fled and cried for their fathers and mothers. Even the martial arts masters were the same. Even the brave masters were injured and did not dare to withstand its edge, let alone others.

"Quick, retreat temporarily, we can't resist." Huang Yaoshi saw clearly and knew that it was impossible to defeat the opponent in the current situation. The morale of the army had been severely damaged. If he did not retreat, there would be a danger of the entire army being annihilated.

"Father-in-law, you must not retreat at this time. The enemy will definitely take the opportunity to kill. Only by moving forward and resisting vigorously can we save a chance of survival." Guo Jing shouted: "The enemy is already coming."

Huang Yaoshi looked in the direction pointed by the other party, and sure enough he saw that the Ming Dynasty's warships were approaching. At this time, once they retreated, they would be pursued by the enemy, and it would be difficult to retreat to the camp.

"Fellow martial arts comrades, follow me and kill the enemy together." Huang Yaoshi immediately understood the situation in front of him. It was impossible to retreat. The only way was to face the artillery fire and fight the enemy with all his strength. If the two sides fought together, the enemy would not dare to shelling.

"Beat the drum." Wang Chongyang's face was gloomy in mid-air. He quickly made a decision and moved forward. The sharp sword in his hand flew across the sky, sprinkling a few cold stars, and knocked a fireball away, falling into the sea. , then turned into a sharp sword and landed on a warship. The cold light shone, blood flew across the deck, and soldiers were killed one by one.

"Looking for death." A Shaolin disciple came forward with a Zen staff in hand. He didn't even last a round before he was cut in half by the opponent with the Zen staff.But in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people died in Wang Chongyang's hands.

"Dang!" A sound of gold and iron clashing sounded. Wang Chongyang's body swayed, and nine figures appeared on the deck, and then he rushed towards the opposite side again. The blade of the sword flashed, and several cold stars appeared, dotted with cold stars. , separated out dozens of sword shadows, and swept towards the enemy on the opposite side.

One Qi transforms into three clears.

The Junzi Sword in Zhu Shou's right hand thrust out, and with a soft sound, the cold light in the sky disappeared instantly. Only a long sword appeared in the air, which was blocked by the Junzi Sword and could not move.

"what!"

Wang Chongyang's face was stunned, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes. He was able to break through the three clears with one energy. This was something Wang Chongyang had never thought about. It was really easy for the other party to break through. It was so easy. It's hard to see, as if he knows where his sword is pointing.

"National Master, these are the Dugu Nine Swords." Zhu Wuwu's voice sounded, his figure was erratic, he raised his palms and killed Zhu Shou.Without any concern for their own identities, the two innate masters actually besieged Zhu Shou.

Zhu Shou looked calm and waved the sword in his right hand, using the Tai Chi Sword. Although he could not defeat the enemy, there was still no problem in defending in a short period of time.

He is just stalling for time now. The morale of the Southern Song Dynasty navy is low, and the martial arts masters may not be as many as the Ming Dynasty. In a real fight to the end, the Southern Song Dynasty may not really have the upper hand.

Wang Chongyang also knew the truth behind this. He wanted to break away from the battle and target other martial arts masters. Unfortunately, Zhu Shou focused on him, and [-]% of the sword's attacks were placed on him. , only a small part was used on Zhu Wuwu.

But even this small part could not be resisted by Zhu Wuwu, which made Wang Chongyang very angry.

He didn't know what Zhu Shou was doing at this moment. Zhu Shou was holding a sword in his right hand, and his left hand was a fist, a palm, or a finger. He didn't know where the opponent learned his martial arts. His moves were so varied and complicated that Zhu Shou didn't know. In a hurry.

Sometimes, it was obvious that the opponent was trying to hit his Jianjing point, but in fact, the target was aimed at the Tanzhong point. Zhu was so frightened that he could only dodge in a hurry. "I don't know how an incompetent person became an innate master." Wang Chongyang watched Zhu ignore and dodge, and suddenly he was trembling with anger, but he had no choice but to seize the time to attack, hoping to defeat Zhu Shou as soon as possible.

At this time, the battle was already heating up. Wang Yangming faced Lin Chaoying, Cao Zhengchun faced Hong Qigong, Gu Dayong faced Huang Yaoshi, Master Jiejie faced Guo Jing, Master Fang Zheng faced Huang Rong, etc. The two sides were basically fighting each other, one ship after another. The shouts of killing on the warship were loud, and all the major martial arts masters were involved.

The blood was submerged into the sea, and the water was blood red. Figures fell from the warship and fell into the sea. Sharks smelled the blood and appeared around the warship to devour the delicious food.

The artillery fire on the coast had stopped long ago to avoid accidentally injuring our own people.

Compared with the Southern Song Dynasty, the navy of the Ming Dynasty was undoubtedly much braver. Although Qi Jiguang was highly skilled in martial arts, he only existed as a military commander at the moment, sitting on the flagship and commanding the army to break through. Countless ships were under his command, like an arm, Either by storm, by insertion, by division and encirclement, etc., he turned a million-strong army into a fool.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the warships of the Southern Song Dynasty slowly retreated. A large number of warships changed hands one after another. Fiery red figures appeared on the enemy ships. Some soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty simply knelt down on the warships and surrendered.

The warships of the Southern Song Dynasty navy slowly retreated, and the battlefield gradually moved to the deep sea. Only Zhu Shou and others continued to fight. Above Zhu Shou Niwan, white mist formed and slowly rose up. This was due to the exhaustion of internal energy. After all, his opponents are two innate masters. It is already very good to be able to sustain it. It is purely the result of the variety of standing martial arts and the indestructible magical power of the Vajra.

When the realm is equal and the internal strength is equal, the indestructible power of Vajra can indeed be invincible.

"Wang Chongyang, you are a martial arts man with no ability to govern a country or the wisdom to govern an army. You actually ordered the Southern Song Dynasty to march on an expedition. I don't know who gave you the courage. Do you think fighting is like a martial arts contest? You have nothing in your hands. You are commanding a large army, but you come to fight alone. You are really looking for death. Your team has already retreated. You have failed."

Zhu Shou took a deep breath.

"As long as I kill you, everything will be easy." Of course Wang Chongyang saw that his troops were retreating and the enemy had begun to pursue him, but now he had no choice but to kill Zhu Shou. Only in this way can the situation on the battlefield be changed.

"You can't kill Gu'er." Zhu Shou suddenly took a deep breath, raised the sharp sword in his hand, and his figure suddenly rose up, with cold light flashing and falling from the sky.

With a sword coming from the west, immortals fly from the sky.

Originally, Wang Chongyang did not take this sword seriously. Suddenly, a warning sign appeared in his heart, and he flew back upside down. The sword in his hand was swung, and countless cold stars were scattered to protect his whole body.

"Humph!" A muffled groan sounded. Wang Chongyang's right hand trembled, and a foot-long wound appeared on his right shoulder, with blood spilling out.

There was still a hint of horror on his face. If he hadn't been clever just now, this sword could have severed his right shoulder.

(End of this chapter)