C107 He Had Killed His Enemy

"Hmph, come on!"

Guxing shook his hand. Countless sword shadows burst out from the long sword and rained down like a storm. On the body of the black-faced man. Seeing this, the Mang man didn't even try to dodge. Instead, he used his physical body to fight back. The sound of metal clashing could be heard from the battlefield.

"Stinking brat, you really think that you can injure me? This is really funny. Let me tell you, you won't be so lucky this time!"

The Mang man gave Guxing a cold glance, then waved his iron fist and welcomed him once again. He was extremely good at fist and palm techniques to begin with, and now his injuries were all in the palm of his hand. Naturally, it was not good to use palm energy again, but to use palm to form a fist. The force of the fist wind that he sent out was even more powerful than the force of the palm wind. It did not take long before. . . The two of them once again engaged in a battle. Their fist shadows met the sword shadows. It was a lively fight. The fourth style of the Ancient Chaotic Sword Arts, Swift Sword Strike!"

The speed of that burly man was far inferior to his own. Guxing took advantage of the fact that he was still distracted to deal with the sword shadows that filled the sky, and suddenly changed his stance. He suddenly thrust his sword at Guxing's eyes.

"Uh. "

The black-faced man panicked. He had originally relied on his physical body. Even if Guxing had really stabbed him, he would not have felt any pain or itch. However, he was in a hurry to turn the tables. He did not want others to say that he would only win by taking a beating. Besides, with his temper, how could he be willing to be provoked endlessly by a young lad? Only then did he start to compete with Guxing at a speed as if he was angry.

However, it was obvious that he could no longer remain calm. Because his eyes were not as tough as his body, and because he had practiced this hard qigong, his eyes were better than his. Ordinary people were much weaker than him. If Guxing stabbed him with his sword, how could he still be alive?

Without any time to think, he immediately leaned back, and the cold blade instantly sliced through the tip of his nose. At the same time that he took away a piece of blood, he also cut off quite a bit of the hair on his forehead that was originally not much.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

He touched his bald head and wanted to go crazy. Who knew that Guxing would not give him the chance to attack? Before he could respond, a cold sword light instantly arrived in front of him.

"Ah, that detestable brat. "

He shouted in a panic, secretly hating that Guxing had chosen his eyes to attack him. Not only his eyes, but his face was also a helpless part of a foreign cultivator. This was also the reason why his nose was injured.

He did not dare to delay. He immediately crossed his arms and blocked Guxing's fatal strike. With a clang, even with the strength of his body, he could not help but feel a touch of pain.

"Strange, why did this kid's sword technique suddenly become so powerful?"

He muttered to himself in confusion. He did not know that Guxing was just testing him and did not use his best skills. Now that he was attacking with all his strength, the effect was obviously incomparable to before.

"Do you think you can block it with just this?!"

Guxing's cold shout brought him back to his senses. He could only see a flash of cold light below him. Then, a sword tip drilled out from the gap between his arms. After that, the entire sword was revealed, and it was aimed at his eyes.

It was another eye!

This time, he finally had no idea. Subconsciously, he pulled his hands back. Helpless, he could only tightly hold the sword in his wounded hands. Finally, the sword stopped in midair. At this time, the sword tip was less than half a foot away from his eyes.

He stared at the tip of the sword. His trembling hands did not dare to let go. He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The pain of the wound in his palm being torn again made him involuntarily suck in a breath of cold air.

"Mang!"

At this moment, someone among the four people could not bear to watch any longer. They immediately shouted out with worry. Just as they were about to step forward to rescue him, they were stopped by the old man. He spoke in a stern voice. "All of you, stand properly. If anyone dares to take a step forward, don't blame me for turning hostile and not recognizing them!"

"Milord, but Mang. . . "

"He asked for it. If he did not underestimate his opponent earlier, he would not have fallen into such a situation. He clearly possessed the strength to kill his opponent, yet he was still naive enough to compete with his opponent in a life and death battle. Such an action is truly childish and laughable. "

As he spoke, the old man narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice, "Moreover. . . As my subordinate, if he does not even have this little ability to react, he might as well die. . . "

Hearing this, the four of them shivered.

"Tenth style of Ancient Chaotic Sword Arts, Lone Army Attack!"

Just as the black-faced man and the others were stunned, Guxing's voice, which sounded like it came from hell, rang in their ears once again.

"Uh, what?"

The black-faced man was shocked. Then, he saw Guxing's body, which was originally leaning forward, start to spin strangely. He started to spin faster and faster, even the sword in his hand started to spin. It was as if he was drilling wood for fire. One man and one sword broke through crazily.

"Ahhhh!"

A miserable scream filled the air. The pain of being cut three times in a row in a short period of time was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The brutish man loosened his hands almost at the moment he felt it. Without any restraint, the tip of the sword instantly spun and rushed towards his chest, stabbing towards his throat.

This time, the sound of collision did not ring out again. The incomparably hard throat of the burly man seemed to have lost its original firmness. Under the might of Guxing's sword technique, it instantly became as fragile as tofu.

"Pu ~ Chi!"

The sound of the long sword piercing into flesh shocked everyone once again. This time, even the old man revealed an expression of disbelief. He knew that the battle would end very soon, but he didn't expect it to end so quickly. Moreover, the result seemed to be very different from what he had expected.

"Uh, you, I. . . "

The Mang man lowered his head and looked at the sword that had stabbed into his throat. Then, he raised his head and looked at Guxing. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes. At this time, Guxing saw that his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but fate obviously didn't give him a chance. Before he could say anything, he tilted his head and died.

No one had expected that a Mid Period of Spirit Cultivating Stage would have such an outcome in a fight between two Mid Mid Period of Spirit Cultivating Stage warriors. The old man obviously didn't either. Therefore, he immediately stood up from his seat, and his body trembled slightly.

"Mang!"

Seeing this, the four of them could no longer maintain their calm. They did not even bother to listen to the old man's warning, and all of them pounced forward in grief.

The four of them carefully helped up the boorish man's body. When they realized that he had long breathed his last, they could not help but sigh endlessly. At this time, the old man also took a heavy step and arrived in front of the four of them.

The five of them were like brothers and sisters. One of them immediately had teary eyes. "Sir, Mang he. . . "

"I know. "

The old man calmly waved his hand and said: "I'll bury him later, I was a bit careless, I'm sorry"

"How can you blame my lord, everything is on that Heaven Murder brat!"

When they heard this, they were immediately stunned. They seemed to have missed out on something.

"Not good, where's that brat!?"

Suddenly, someone cried out in alarm. Not good! The old man immediately thought to himself. He turned his head around first, only to find that there was nothing in front of him. There was no sign of the two of them. . .