Hero Don’t Stop

Hero Don’t Stop Chapter 78

2022-03-13

Chapter 78 Wind Sword

“Junior Sister!”

Chen Haoran Yelled stepped forward and hugged Junior Sister, Chen Xi was terrified, face deathly pale, and his wrists kept shaking.

"sou! sou! Swish..."

Next moment, countless flying knives struck, as fast as a streamer.

clang!

Chen Haoran drew his sword sharply, and the 108-style gust of wind swiftly used the sword, the sword light was dazzling, and the tricks were exquisite. It almost became a dazzling sword light, and the fierce sword wind was like a raging wind.

All the flying knives like the scattered flowers of the goddess were hit by Chen Haoran with the sword, and none of them slipped through the net.

Immemorial True Qi agitated all over his body, and there was even a trace of white smoke above his head, which was the performance of Inner Strength running to the extreme.

Chen Haoran's eyes were solemn, said solemnly: "Tang Sect in Shu?"

"A little eyesight."

One silhouette appeared on the eaves, wearing Black clothed, his eyes are calm, his hands are as slender as jade, and he is playing with a flying knife.

If Gu Yang was here, he would have recognized him as one of the four guards who stood behind the prefect at the last banquet.

"Guangfeng Kuaijian...Interesting, it's a pity that you are not Linghujing."

Chen Haoran said with a sneer: "If my Eldest Senior Sister is here, there is no place for you. What do you want to talk about?"

"Hehe, you should survive first."

The people of Tang Sect were about to make another move when a voice sounded.

“Old Fourth, don’t panic, let the big brother play!”

A bald man rushed over, smashing the ground with every step he took, making the sound of dong dong dong.

The most eye-catching thing is that he is wearing a long black cloak behind him, mopping the floor.

He was also one of the four guards at that time.

Chen Haoran is waiting.

The bald man flicked the cloak, and the long cloak rolled together in an instant, like a steel gun, spinning and stabbing at Chen Haoran, with the sound of Tiger Roar faintly.

“Tiger Roar Iron Cloth!”

Chen Haoran exclaimed, Shaolin has three horizontal Divine Art, namely dragon roar Golden Bell Cover, Tiger Roar Iron Cloth and Indestructible Vajra Art.

Among them, Indestructible Vajra Divine Art is the strongest, ranking first among the seventy-two stunts, but it is also the most difficult to practice.

Before he could think about it, Chen Haoran pushed Junior Sister away with a palm, and then the long sword shook and greeted her with a sword.

It's not a gust of wind, but a sword of Ning Clan.

Ning Clan's sword!

This is the Sword Art created by a Mrs. Sect Master of Mount Hua Sect. She is a strange woman who condenses all the steepness and wonder of Mount Hua Sword Art into one sword. It is equivalent to accumulating Mount Hua Sword Art to Peak, and the formidable power is extremely strong.

clang!

The sword cry was loud and bright, and the Iron Cloth broke countless holes, but the long sword also broke apart inch by inch, and only the hilt remained.

Chen Haoran was busy with Lightweight Art and avoided this blow at the crucial moment, but a swordsman without a sword is like a tiger without claws.

He was dignified, Tang Sect expert and this bald man are both Grade 5 experts, and they are in the same realm as him, and they both have unique skills, I am afraid they will not be able to leave today.

The most terrible thing is, are there only these two experts?

Sure enough, the next moment, one silhouette came slowly, with a cold temperament, holding a long sword, with a sword mark on his face, just going to that stop, the sharp sword qi was about to overflow.

Another Grade 5 swordsman!

This is not the end, the prefect father and son also came over, and there was a Mengyuan man beside them, full of braids, burly body like a bear, cold and domineering eyes, like the blue sky on the grassland. eagle.

That person put the most pressure on him, definitely above Grade 5!

Yang Qingyuan looked at Wei Gaoxuan and said indifferently: "I saw that you are also considered a talent, so I warned you many times that you didn't kill him, alas, youngster, why should you court death yourself?"

Wei Gaoxuan firmly said: "Being an official is not a decision for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes! Since I am here, I have no intention of going back alive!"

"Sell sweet potatoes?"

Yang Qingyuan smiled faintly, and said: "I heard that your father used to sell sweet potatoes? It's a pity, you can't eat them anymore."

Yang An coldly snorted: "Father, what nonsense are you talking to them, Hurry up and kill it!"

Yang Qingyuan waved his hand and sighed: "Go ahead, give him a good time, after all, I am waiting for a scholar."

Yang Qingyuan saw Wei Gaoxuan, as if Seeing who he used to be, he also came from a poor family, so step by step has come to where he is today.

He also pleaded for the people's life and was not afraid of life and death, so he admired Wei Gaoxuan, warned many times but did not kill.

It's just youngster, why get in the way of old fogey?

......

The swordsman with the sword marks on his face walked towards Chen Haoran step by step. With each step, his sword qi became stronger!

"Senior Brother takes the sword!"

Chen Xi waved his left hand, picked up his saber from the ground and threw it to Chen Haoran.

Chen Haoran's eyes lit up, he drew his sword in his hand, and his heart suddenly felt a little more confident.

The swordsman did not stop him, but continued to walk towards Chen Haoran step by step, and then drew his sword!

clang!

When Chen Haoran heard the sword cry, his heart froze, because this is not the sound of the sword being drawn out, but the sound of being sheathed, just because of this The sword was too fast, and the sounds of drawing out and retracting the sword overlapped.

This sword is almost over the sound!

However, Chen Haoran is the Second Senior Brother of the Hua Mountain Sword faction after all, and his Primordial Chaos Art is also a first-class internal strength, allowing him to avoid the fatal sword in a critical moment.

The sword pierced through his chest, but he missed the point.

“Sword-Drawing Technique!”

Chen Haoran stared at his sword, but his opponent did not make another shot.

The swordsman shook his head and said, "Fast wind and fast sword? It's too slow."

He actually lost interest in using the sword and turned to leave.

Chen Haoran was humiliated. Although the Kuaifeng Kuaijian was also a Kuaishou sword, it took the path of one sword faster than another. It needed to gain momentum. In the end, it was like a stormy sea. In the Sword-Drawing Technique just now.

It's just that he was too careless, didn't expect the other party to be proficient in the Sword-Drawing Technique of the sword moves with side stroke. This sword technique abandons all sword intents and just asks for a quick word, extreme to the extreme.

If he is prepared in advance, he has a chance to dodge, and for Sword-Drawing Technique, as long as he dodges the first sword, he has already won.

No! I still have a chance!

Chen Haoran's eyes flashed, and he was ready to go all out with secret technique. He looked at Yang Qingyuan's father and son.

The thief is the first to capture the king!

Without any hesitation, he stabbed the prefect father and son with his sword.

The burly Mongolian man stood in front of him, like a city wall.

"Get out of the way!"

Chen Haoran used the Ning Clan sword again. This sword has a new understanding in the desperate situation. Under the mood, the formidable power increases greatly!

The Mengyuan man just took a deep breath, his arm muscles swelled rapidly, as thick as his legs.

He slammed into the ground.

Boom!

The ground shook violently, cracking countless cracks, all the houses around were trembling, and the bricks and tiles sounded like an earthquake.

Chen Haoran couldn't stand still and almost fell.

Next moment, a giant hand grabbed his neck, lifted him, and fiercely threw it.

Bang! boom! boom! Bang...

Chen Haoran smashed through the walls like a cannonball.

Before he passed out, he heard only one sentence.

"Don't kill them yet, hang them up for me, I will torture them fiercely!"

......

The rain fell, and the water droplets the size of beans smashed On Chen Haoran's face, he was finally awakened.

His mouth was full of blood and bruises all over his body, and he was hanged in front of the prefect's mansion.

Hanging from the rope with him, Junior Sister Chen Xi and Wei Gaoxuan.

Chen Xi's long hair was loose and stuck to the skin. The wound on her right wrist seemed to be more serious and had symptoms of necrosis.

What makes Chen Haoran even more angry is that she has one after another whip mark on her body.

"Senior Brother...Are we... going to die?"

Chen Haoran vomited blood and forced an ugly smile.

"Good...don't be afraid...Senior Brother...will accompany you..."

Wei Gaoxuan also had whip marks on his body. But he still insisted: "Two heroes...it's me...I've implicated you all!"

Chen Haoran smiled carefreely.

"Huashan is like a sword, and Huashan Disciple...the same is true! The sword can be broken, but not bent!"

These words seemed to dispel the fear in Chen Xi's heart, and she also said with a smile :"This... is said by Eldest Senior Sister...Eldest Senior Sister...will avenge us..."

"What a mountain like a sword!"

"A good sword can be broken, but not bent!"

In the rainy night, two silhouettes came, one big and one small, wearing a bamboo hat.

The rain slid down the hat, splashing the ground.

clang!

The sword was light flashed, the rope hanging the three people broke instantly, and the three fell to the ground.

"Be good, take care of them."

"Yes, Master!"

Chen Haoran looked at the silhouette walking towards the Prefect's Mansion and shouted : "Who is Your Excellency? It's better to think long-term if you are expert as clouds inside!"

"Someone is Gu Yang."

Chen Haoran was stunned, cry out in surprise: "Jade-faced golden blade?"

"Exactly."

The tone barely fell, Chen Haoran felt a sword qi rising into the sky, and the crimson long sword sent out bursts of sound of dragon's roar in the master's hand.

For a time, it covered the rainy sky.

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(end of this chapter)