C272 Fight to the Ground

"No, one less!"

Guxing quickly scanned his surroundings with the corner of his eye. He did not see that person's figure, but when he thought about it, he already got the answer.

"Do you only think of it now? Unfortunately, it's already too late!"

He had already leaped into the air at some point in time. Seeing this, the interrogator, who was charging down from above, let out a thunderous roar. "It's over!"

At this moment, he no longer needed to conceal anything and allowed his aura to pour down like a tidal wave. The full power of a Peak Late Period of Spirit Cultivating Stage warrior couldn't be underestimated, and it had yet to be fully unleashed. * Hong Long. . . . . . * All the plants and trees kowtowed, while he held his heavy sword high above his head. It was as if a god looking down on all living things was interrogating criminals in the mortal world. His majesty was inviolable.

"Bang!"

The ground shook three times in an instant. Dust flew up and blocked everyone's sight. Wentian and Wen Di had already put away their weapons. They were standing on the side with their arms crossed, watching the show. It seemed that the outcome was already obvious. It was impossible to dodge at such a close distance. They knew very well the power of Wen Di's attack. Not to mention that this kid was only at the early Spirit Smelting stage, even an early stage Zhi Fa expert would have to suffer.

"Sigh, what a pity. Actually, this kid is quite to my liking. " Wen Tianzheng squatted on the ground and said with a regretful tone. Just now, a grain of sand had accidentally scraped into his eyes. He was trying his best to find a way to take it out.

However, Wen Tianzheng was much steadier than him, even though he also believed in his third brother's strength. However, if he didn't see Guxing fall to the ground with his own eyes, he definitely wouldn't dare to underestimate him. He caressed the gap on the sword. He seemed to be able to feel that his companion who had followed him for many years was trembling slightly because of fear. Instinct told him that this enemy was far from being as simple as he had imagined.

As if to verify his conjecture, in the next moment, he saw a miserable figure staggering up from the ground and quickly rushing towards him.

"Is he asking someone?" The person asking looked at him in confusion and suddenly his expression changed.

"The question is, hurry up and help me blow it. My eyes are in sand. I can't get them out no matter how hard I try. He's so cold that it almost hurts me to death. "

Wentian was still squatting on the ground and rolling his eyelids. Even the thin sword was thrown aside by him. His eyes were almost swollen from the rubbing, but he still could not do anything to the stone. Helpless, he could only call for help from his second brother. However, what responded to him was a kick with a force accumulated on the ground. Wentian only felt a strong force coming from his butt, and then he was sent flying for a full five meters before he fell to the ground with a "bang. " He took a bite of the mud.

"I. . . "

Wentian got up from the ground and spat out everything in his mouth. He pointed at the ground and said angrily, "Are you kidding me? Why did you kick me? Do you think I should let you go because you are younger than me? Let me tell you, there's no door! What? What do you mean by that look of yours? Don't tell me you want to fight with Big Brother. . . "

Before he could finish his words, he saw Wen dragging his heavy sword and charging over with a murderous look on his face. He was a little stunned. However, when he saw Wen repeatedly pouting and gesturing for him to turn back, He suddenly understood. He immediately stomped on the ground with his toes. His body glided away like a bird, and the moment he left. . . A ray of sword light flew past his neck.

"Fourth style of Ancient Chaotic Sword Arts, Swift Sword Strike!"

The timing was perfect, but unfortunately, Guxing still failed.

After the scare, Wentian's eyes unexpectedly stopped hurting. However, he obviously couldn't be bothered to be happy at this moment. He believed that anyone who saw an enemy who was supposed to be dead standing there suddenly wouldn't feel good.

"Where's Mo? Where did Mo go!?" Wentian's voice trembled slightly. At this point, the situation was obviously out of his control.

"He should still be alive there. " He pointed at the huge pit not far away and said. He could vaguely see a person struggling inside.

Wentian heaved a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't dead, everything wouldn't be too bad.

"Big Brother, you go and see how Third Brother's injuries are. Leave this kid to me. " With a wave of his heavy sword, he stood up and spoke with an imposing manner.

Wentian's gaze looked back and forth between him and Guxing a few times. He nodded heavily and immediately rushed to where Wen Di was like an arrow leaving the bow. When Guxing saw this, he wanted to stop him but was blocked by Wen Di's heavy sword.

"From now on, your opponent is me. " Wen Di lifted the heavy sword with one hand and said faintly.

Seeing this, Guxing's eyes instantly became bitingly cold.

"You're courting death!"

Although he said so, he didn't dare to be careless in his actions. These three brothers were not like the four tigers of Luoan just now. Any one of them would be able to handle the situation on their own. This was especially the case when the person in front of him asked a question that was different from his big brother's frivolous words. He was also not as frivolous as his third brother. The only thing he gave off was the demeanor of an extraordinary expert. His every move seemed to be calm and composed, as steady as Mount Tai.

Although Guxing had defeated one of them with just one move, he was the only one who knew what kind of heavy price he had paid. At this moment, his left hand had completely lost consciousness. Although the Revolving Star Passage Technique he used at the critical moment had successfully crippled one of them, Guxing had also lost half of his combat strength.

"Bang!"

With a loud sound, a heavy sword violently smashed onto the ground. While dodging, Guxing took the opportunity to thrust the fourth movement of the Swift Sword Strike at his throat, but he had underestimated the speed of his defense. With a clang, the long sword stabbed into the heavy sword, but it did not penetrate it. It only made a piercing sound.

The two of them clashed for a few breaths, and then there was another intense collision. However, this time Guxing was not as strong as his inner energy. He was forced back a few steps. There was a surge of blood and Qi in his body, and he was not going to let go when he got the upper hand. He forcefully swung a hundred-pound sword in the air, causing the air around him to become dense. He continued to climb his momentum, and with every step he took, he charged towards Guxing.

Just like that, every time he took a step forward, the pressure in Guxing's heart increased. Finally, when he took his seventh step, Guxing could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. At this time, the distance between the two was less than five meters.

Five meters. For ordinary people, it was a very short distance, let alone a place where Late Period of Spirit Cultivating Stage warriors could ask questions. It could be said that as long as he wanted to, he only needed one breath's time to let Guxing's head fall to the ground.

Guxing was in an extremely dangerous situation right now, because he instantly felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire. It was as if his entire body had been glued to it, and he couldn't move at all.