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Chapter 82 Decisive Battle (5)

"Master Wen!" Changsun Jue, Su Hong, Cheng Dewen, several people including Wu Shaoyang and Liu Qingyi exclaimed in shock. They have a close relationship with Wen Tao, and seeing Wen Tao's appearance like this, they were outraged. Canglang in Tsing Yi pulled out the Willow Leaf Sword, Changsun Jue held the sword in front of him, Su Hong Shaolin Dragon Claws used it, and there really was a dragon roar.

"Do you want to bully the few with more?!" Ku Dun said angrily, stepped forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the sword. His attitude was self-evident. Abhi, Ashina Siyun, Muzahede, including the girl, Qi Qi took a step forward with great momentum.

"That's right, there are few people who bully you!" Wu Jiantong shouted angrily, stepped forward, and faced Abhi monk directly, without any timidity.

As soon as Wu Jiantong said this, more than a dozen sect leaders and sect leaders behind Wen Tao all stepped forward and glared at the Turkic people.Even Kong Wen was no exception. He uttered the Buddha's name, and his fingertips surged with qi, which turned out to be a Yang finger. As long as the Turkic made any abnormal movements, the finger would be aimed at Ku Dun immediately.

"Don't think that I'm afraid of you because there are too many people, sweeping away thousands of troops!" Mu Zhahede has a violent temper, and the Ten Styles of Controlling the Army is a group attack move that is open and close, and it is even more powerful in this situation What's more, the body of the gun flicked immediately, and went straight to the people in the Central Plains.

Kudun and Abhishen felt annoyed in their hearts. This Muzahede had no brains. He took the two of them with him when he was going to die. Among the crowd on the other side, they didn't even raise their guns, and were sent flying back at a faster speed than before.

One Yang Finger, Nine Heavens Profound Palm, Two Points One Qi Sword, Nine Yin White Bone Claws, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms... There are only one end for Mu Zhahede when many skills are hit on him... Mu Zhahede is abolished. It's useless, everyone controlled their strength skillfully, and didn't kill Muzahede with one blow, so as to prevent Kudun and others from dying and jumping over the wall in grief.

So Muzahede became a victim, he fell limply to the ground, all the meridians in his body were cut off, all the bones in his body were smashed, and he tilted his head.Blood flowed out of the mouth, it was already more air intake and less air output.

Don't blame anyone else, just blame Muzahede for being too stupid, thinking that he created the ten styles of controlling the army that are extremely powerful, but he chose the wrong opponent.

But he forgot that he was facing a group of people with the most profound martial arts in the Central Plains. At least half of the dozen or so people were stronger than him, and they rushed forward. This is not lighting the toilet... looking for death?

Muzahede fell, Ku Dun and others naturally did not dare to act rashly, it is good to be able to kill the Central Plains people, but they have to confess to it, and it is not worthwhile to exchange themselves for unimportant people on the opposite side.

Jiang Xiaoye and others will naturally not take the initiative to attack. It is indeed a huge temptation to kill Kudun and others, but the price is that at least half of the people on his side will be killed or injured. No one can afford this responsibility, so now there is Such a weird scene.

The Turks obviously lost a great general, but they dared not speak out.

The Central Plains people clearly had the opportunity to wipe out the enemy, but they were cautious.

"Master Wen! Master Wen is not dead!" Luo Changming's voice suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their heads suddenly.

Wen Tao is not dead, the battle is not over.

Both the Central Plains people and the Turkic people breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was agreed to fight here, the rules must be followed. Muzahede lost, Ashina Siyun lost, Bi Wuzun lost, all of this unimportant.

The Turks have seven!

Abhishen and Kudun didn't play, the Turkic girl didn't play, and now the sword is in a stable situation, at least, there is still room.

Everyone kept their eyes on Wen Tao, his bloody body was struggling, and Wen Tao, with his back to the blue sky, tried his best to support his body, the blood soaked Wen Tao's black hair, flowed through his cheeks, chin, and dripped onto the dry yellow earth .

The wounds all over his body merged with the bloody clothes, and he couldn't tell where the body was and where the clothes were. If you look carefully, you will find that there is no wound on Wen Tao's body that bleeds again. If you pour clean water from head to toe on Wen Tao On Tao, these people would definitely call him a monster.

Wen Tao has no wounds on his body!

The dozens of wounds left by the sword on Wen Tao's body have long since disappeared, and even the blood looks like someone else's.

"Woooo..." Wen Tao's deep sobs were heard by everyone, but a chill came out of nowhere, and white sweat broke out from behind.

"Roar!" Wen Tao raised his head suddenly, and Su Hong and Mrs. Yiqing who were watching Wen Tao exclaimed, and stepped back several times, seeing Wen Tao's eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

"Come again!" After roaring, Wen Tao straightened up easily from the ground, as if the person just now was not him. The scarlet eyes that Yi Qing and the others saw had turned brown at this moment, but...just...Yi Qing and Su Hong and the others always found it strange that Wen Tao's eyes seemed to be the same, but they seemed very different.

"Okay!" Jian smiled, just raised the corner of his mouth, but Wen Tao did see Jian smile.

"Yangyi produces four images!" Wen Tao closed his eyes, and murmured four words. The crowd stared at Wen Tao in a daze. The foot suddenly rises, gradually filling the crowd.

Feeling the smoke, instead of panicking, these people closed their eyes in the smoke, enjoying the caress of the smoke on their bodies. This feeling is like a lover's slender hands massaging your skin Your shoulders, your lower back, distract you.

Swords are the exception!

What he is facing now is a monster, a monster exactly like Wen Tao!

She has the same appearance as Wen Tao, the same body, and even the same voice and movement.

The only difference is the eyes.

Those scarlet eyes!

Demonized true energy, demonized Wen Tao.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Jian squinted his eyes, and with a simple stab of the long sword, he broke through the limitation of space. He was clearly far away from Wen Tao, but the point of the sword reached Wen Tao's throat just after he stabbed out. In a moment, the tip of the sword pierced Wen Tao's throat.

Wen Tao is naturally not dead, and Jian will not think that his sword really pierced Wen Tao's throat. With an evil laugh, the sword in the sword's hand stabs out eighteen times in a row, sealing off eighteen spaces in front of him, allowing Da Luo Jinxian , as long as you are in it, you will definitely be stabbed by one or two of the eighteen swords.

Wen Tao was naturally not a Da Luo Jinxian, but he was not stabbed even once.

"How is it possible!" Rao Shijian, who had always shown others indifference, couldn't help but exclaimed at this time, only because the scene in front of him was too horrifying.

It's not bad that Wen Tao appeared in the middle of the eighteen swords, and it's not bad that he didn't get stabbed by any of the swords.

But is that Wen Tao?No, not Wen Tao!

Jian couldn't help cursing in his heart, it was a golden blue soul, naturally it was Wen Tao's soul, what Jian couldn't understand was why this ghost appeared!
"Yangyi produces four images! That's right, that Liangyi produces four images!" Jian thought for a while, then figured it out, and shouted loudly, trying to wake up those people who were spinning around on the ground inexplicably.

But it was just in vain. There was a strong look of fear in the eyes of the sword. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of such an inexplicable death. Especially Wen Tao's soul was looking at him with a strange smile at this moment, and the sword only felt that he was behind him. The sweat is like rain.

"Who are you! Don't play tricks, come out! Come out and fight me!" Jian waved his sword, slashing at Wen Tao's soul in vain, without any of the exquisite sword moves before, just like a woodcutter When faced with tigers and leopards, the husband will only wave the knife in his hand indiscriminately in order to protect himself.

"Come out!" Jian hissed and screamed, and the only answer to him was the echo in the valley. Apart from that, everything in the world seemed to be non-existent. Wear one, and a cloud of smoke will be produced. What he stabs is just an illusion.

"Ah!!!" Jian was terrified, hesitant, and at a loss, waving his sword, and suddenly, Jian keenly saw a figure.

It's Wen Tao!It's real Wen Tao, not an illusion!

With such confidence, Jian covered his face and laughed wildly. Jian used the most exquisite sword technique in his life.

The sword energy hundreds of feet wide smashed Wen Tao's body into thousands of pieces with the force of thunder and lightning. The sword laughed and hissed wildly, but two tears overflowed from the sockets of his eyes.

"what happened?!"

"What happened?!"

At this moment, the crowd suddenly woke up, seeing their messy clothes, they couldn't help asking.

"Jian Shaoxia!" An exclamation sounded, and everyone suddenly remembered that Wen Tao and Jian were still fighting, but they didn't know what happened just now, and what happened to these two people.

The exclamation came from the Abhi monk, because he saw the most unforgettable scene in his life, holding a long sword in his hand and performing the most magnificent and domineering move.

This move was brilliant and magnificent, which Abhi had only seen in his life, but this was not the reason for his exclamation.

The real reason is that the target of the sword's move is himself.

The sword killed himself, and killed himself with the most unrivaled move in his life.

"What did you do to him!" Abhishen roared angrily, looking at Wen Tao with anger and fear.

Angry, of course, is the death of Jian, which is inseparable from Wen Tao, and even the scenes just now may be caused by Wen Tao.

What I am afraid of is the origin of the sword. The sword comes from the Tibetan Tantra, the four masters under the lama's seat... the sword in the hook of the sword demon!

This is just one of his identities, a more secret identity, known only to Abhi monks who have had a relationship with the lama once. The name of the sword is Tuobafeng, a closed disciple of the lama.

The lama entrusted the sword to the abhi monk, but the sword was killed in front of his own eyes. The abhi monk could not imagine how the lama would react, nor could he imagine how the lama would react.

Maybe killing Wen Tao can save the lama from blaming him!
(End of this chapter)