Chapter 298 Exchange Injury for Death

"These monks are really biting dogs. They don't bark silently." Waving his hand to block the golden light shot down like raindrops above his head, Wang Chan was also secretly shocked: "The timing is just right. Take advantage of the opportunity to enter. Every blow is not too big, but it can't withstand a large number. If it hadn't been for us, I would have been alert and had a premonition of danger. I withdrew the Taibai Jianwan to protect myself. This move was true. If you don't die, you will be seriously injured! What kind of monk do you say to be compassionate and kill people more cruel than anyone else?

"Unfortunately, you are better than me in close combat. In close combat, my methods are not as good as your ever-changing shooting skills."

The two swords that Sun Taizhen stabbed in the air were picked up by Wang Chan with one shot. He immediately scattered his hands and grabbed them. He drove the flying sword and danced around in the air, saying with some emotion. Finally, he admitted that his swordsmanship could not take any advantage in the close fight with Wang Chan.

However, now Wang Chan holds the Liquan magic gun in his hand, but he no longer talks to Sun Taizhen. He just has a long smile. He rushes forward, and his feet are like a horse. Each step is completely different, either high and radical, or he bends down vertically, wearing flowers on the left and right like butterflies flying around. The big gun swings and forward. Poke, a touch of silver-electric gun flashed by, and then there were circles and dots, and the sky was full of shining light and whirlpools. It was his move in "Taishang's love to break through the military killing road".

In the current situation, there are enemies hidden in the darkness in all directions. It is not only Sun Taizhen and the six masters of Zen Buddhism who want his last name. At the same time, in Wang Chan's heart, he has long felt the awe-in-in-scination against him from all parts of the capital.

The sky kills, the stars change to stay; the earth kills, the dragons and snakes land; the man kills, and the earth repeats.

Wang Chan's gun can gallop, behead the generals and seize the flag, kill the sky, and change the stars. Although it is powerful, it is not as powerful as the man's murderous and earth-shaking power. Once the power of the state machine is fully operational, it is really repetitive, enough to force anyone to be desperate.

The difference between these is just the big and small of "sacrifice"! Once the word "interest" is out of balance and exceeds the bottom line in some people's hearts, it is enough to shake the balance of any "balance" in the world.

Even if Wang Chan's magical power is vast and lawless to the extreme, he can come and go at will and kill all the individuals who are malicious to him, but he is just a person after all. In the face of thousands of people, countless people who go forward and follow, unless he kills his love and destroys his surname, there is no trace of human flavor at all, and he can be ruthless. If the country is subjugated, then the final result must also be compromised to some extent.

Or leave here, run away from the deep mountains, don't care about the world, or leave the country again and go to the other side of the ocean to be free.

Oh!

Wang Chan shot out, and his ears were full of shattered air in an instant. The starlight was connected, like the Tianhe River hanging upside down. He suddenly pulled it off from the top of his head, making a surging sound like a mountain tsunami, the tide, the gunlight danced wildly, and Sun Taizhen's face was gloomy. The muscles are shaking.

In the previous battle, he was blown out by Wang Chan's move and completely laid the foundation for the defeat. Now, after less than an hour, the two meet again, and the story repeats. Even if Sun Taixin has already had some calculations, he can't help but feel nervous for a while. I just feel dry in my mouth. In his busy schedule, he held a sword in one hand, pinched the sword in the other hand, two flying swords, taking care of the distance, and finally saw a line of trajectory in the gun in the cold sweat. The two swords moved together, one sword wrapped around the body, just like a ball of blue ball. After a sword was broken, it waved in the air, and the sword light was like practice. He only retreated backwards, and the air above his legs was outside. Leak, cut all the blue stones on the ground and cut out two deep ravines.

The soldier's gun skill is the most fierce. It is used on the divine power. It is more horrible than the flying sword stabbing in the world. Sun Taizhen racked his brains to think of the coping strategy, but he just tried not to fight with Wang Chan's broken army. With the help of the incomparable sword control in the Qingyang Palace, he constantly removes Wang Zen's gun. It's just strength.

It's just Wang Chan's way of killing method. Even he is a beginner, which makes it not perfect. As soon as he takes action, he goes all out. The gun light is overwhelming, and the starlight contains the power of the broken military starry sky accumulated over the head for countless years. It is stranded and pervasive. No matter how wonderful he thinks, it is, it is right again. It's the same as before. Only by constantly retreating can we get rid of this fierce and poisonous atmosphere.

Fortunately, this time he was well prepared and was not caught off guard like last time. At least he retreated without chaos and panicked. Moreover, there was a flying sword outside his body to protect his body, but he was not really hurt. He just described it as embarrassed and his heart was angry. As soon as he noticed that the strength of Wang Chan's shot had weakened, he was looking for it. An empty door, he broke back with a sword.

Bow! Sun Taizhen's eyes were as cold as a sword. You came and went, and his figure floated half a foot high on the ground. Two flying swords were shot out. The air was curled by the light of the sword. The clouds were swaying, standing in a vacuum. The sword light was practiced, and the flowers were dazzling. Before he got close to his body, Wang Chan's eyebrows were painful, and there were almost tears in his eyes.

Qingcheng swordsmanship is the best in the world. As early as the era when sword immortals fluttered on the land of China, the swordsmanship of Qingcheng Shushan was the authentic sword immortals in the world. Compared with the swordsmanship of Longmen Wudang, I don't know how strong it is. Even though for thousands of years, the kendo has fallen, and many luck has been eliminated at the end of the Dharma era, the inheritance of their school has never been completely interrupted, and several very powerful sword skills have been retained.

In terms of Sun Taizhen's hand, which has never been easily revealed, it is one of the only three remaining killing moves in the Qingyang Palace. The two swords are combined, and the yin and yang are intertwined. With Sun Taizhen's kung fu magic power of practicing swords into elixir, it can be sacrificed casually, and a hill more than ten meters high can be completely twisted into powder.

He is not as good as Wang Chan in close combat, but only in terms of swordsmanship and the ability to control the sword and fly into the sky, Wang Chan is far inferior to him.

It's just that Wang Chan knew his length well. He expected that his Taibai Sword Pill could not compete with his opponent in swordsmanship, so he simply "collected the army and protect himself". He only took two Taibai Sword Pills by his side, and divided part of his mind to deal with the attacks of six Zen monks in all directions. He did not seek merit but no fault. Most of the essence But the force is still on a big gun in the hand.

Seeing that Sun Taizhen was forced back by himself with the same move twice in a row, he was already embarrassed and angry. In anger, he was strangled with a sword. The sword was soaring to the sky, but Wang Chan did not fight with him. He just let go of the Liquan gun sent out, like bending a bow and an arrow, breaking the city and flying crossbow. He took off his hand and shot out, shaking two sword lights in front of him. Then he squatted down and shrank down like a baby. He leaned against the ground and slid forward. His hands clattered, and the red light exploded. He pulled a big flower, which looked like a tiger's claws. It was a stroke of Sun Taizhen's lower abdomen.

Taoist sword immortals are proficient in swordsmanship and are the best at killing, but most of their magical power are on a sword. The degree of cultivation of his own body is not as terrible as Wang Chan's. Although Sun Taizhen practices sword into an elixir, his flesh and blood and bones are also condensed into one, which is equivalent to practicing the golden bell cover in boxing, iron cloth shirt and other outer door hard skills to the top. Foreign masters are not afraid of ordinary knives and axes, but they absolutely can't block Wang Chan's seven-killing knives.

One green and one purple, the sword light twisted. As soon as the Liquan gun thrown by Wang Chan met head-on, there was a click and harsh sound immediately. Then the sword light splashed, and the light fell like rain. The remaining starlight on the Liquan gun retreated like a tide, and then dissipated. There was no control of Wang Chan, and the strength was not continued. This A big gun could only slightly block Sun Taizhen for a moment. After a blink of an eye, it buzzed and was hit high by the sword light all over the sky.

However, after this, Wang Chan's back hand was also in place. His figure was like electricity. He rushed into Sun Taizhen and waved his hands like a golden snake dancing wildly. Sun Taizhen immediately knew that his sword was empty. If he really wanted to be caught by Wang Chan, he would seize the opportunity to fight close to him. The power of his flying sword would soon be reduced. I'm afraid of death, but I don't know how to die.

In close combat with the descendants of the soldiers, unless the brain is in the water, it is by no means the work of the wise.

At present, he hurriedly stepped on his feet one after another, stepped on the fight, and stepped on the seven stars backwards. Sun Taizhen's reaction was extremely fast. When he retreated, he had recalled the flying sword. The sword light turned and fought with Wang Chan's hands.

Wang Chan, guarded by sword light outside his body, learned from Hong Tianjing's skill of making bows, snakes and arrows with a gun. On the one hand, he threw out a Liquan gun to block the sword light, and on the other hand, he made his hands into claws and attacked his opponent's body. Sun Taizhen saw the opportunity quickly. The two swords were back in the ring, and the sword spirit was fierce, but Wang Chan's moves were all dangerous kung fu to fight close to him. He could no longer protect all the empty parts of his lower body in a hurry. Ding Dingdang, after a few hands in succession, could not force Wang Chan's figure to retreat with the advantage of his flying sword.

Fortunately, the kung fu base on his body was not weak. He stabilized his body, put his hands forward, and reached into the light of the sword. In an instant, he grabbed two swords and held them in his hand. One hand was full of illusions and dots, blocking Wang Chan's overwhelming seven-killing knives. In the other hand, he suddenly inserted the sword.

Suddenly exchanged a few moves. Both sides already knew the opponent's weakness and wanted to fight short with long, but their thoughts were good. Unfortunately, outside the two's battle circle, there was also the arhat array jointly laid by the six masters of Zen sect, which was oppressing step by step, compressing and shrinking the battlefield of the two people step by step. No matter what Mrs. Sun really thought, she didn't expect her last step. She was not knocked down by Wang Chan, but it was in the hands of a group of accomplices.

He is good at swordsmanship, but he can't distance himself. Although he knows in his heart that he can't fight with Wang Chan in close combat, in the present situation, many factors are intertwined, but he can't help but to choose. He can only fly back. On the one hand, he fights with Wang Chan and circle around the stone tablet. Son.

In this way, he also made up with Wang Chan's heart. He pressed all the way and rushed in, moving like lightning and thunder, practicing tiger claws, and killing seven knives, constantly surging out, driving the air in the whole battlefield to rotate, bursting like thunder, endlessly! After a blink of an eye, a dark cloud like a thunderstorm formed, with blood lights coming and going, like lightning bolts falling from the sky in a thunderstorm.

The space is too small to unfold the flying sword. Holding the sword in both hands, Sun Taizhen's wrists trembled and performed swordsmanship as dense as embroidery needles all the way. The sword light turned over like a spring silkworm spitting silk. Wang Chan sneered, and his whole body almost stuck to his opponent. His two claws dragged out one blood after another in the air. He grabbed it forward and landed in the air, but only heard a click.

Wang Chan's two arms, as soon as he shrank, but he suddenly used his back fists to move his muscles and bones. The two arms were like one body. One shrank half a foot, and the other soared half a foot at the same time. Unexpectedly, it was a heavy sword light in front of him. The blood flashed and fiercely took out Sun Taizhen's chest.

The combination of the two is the most common way for soldiers to fight.

Sun Taizhen watched Wang Chan grab his face and quickly inhale and shrink his chest. A sword light danced and protected his chest. A sword light surrounded Wei to save Zhao and stabbed Wang Chan's ribs.

Unexpectedly, once Wang Chan gains power, he will never let go!

Like Sun Taizhen, such a sword fairy, once he loses the opportunity to fight in close combat and is distanced by him, the battle situation will immediately return to the past, fall into a stalemate, and want to kill him to the sky.

His feet fell to the ground, and the ground under Wang Chan's body shook violently. He actually looked at Sun Taizhen's sword as if nothing, and only stepped forward. He raised one fist high above his head and pinched it into a seal. The five fingers suddenly changed color and turned into white, green, black, red, yellow, and five colors. Unexpectedly, he gave up seven kill knives. With it, it turned into the most powerful "big five-eing boxing boxing" in the five-egment boxing. It crushed people with force, broke the enemy with force, and bombarded it down with one punch. Suddenly, it hit his chest with the flying sword in front of Sun Taizhen.

Although Sun Taizhen is also proficient in martial arts, he has devoted his life to swordsmanship. Boxing is only used to strengthen his body at ordinary times. Although he is more powerful than ordinary martial arts masters, it is not as good as Wang Chan's painstaking practice. He enters the Taoism with martial arts and form internal elixirs. There is a lot of martial arts in the world, and Taoist practice. Qishu and military magic are both internal and external, creating an unbad body.

What's more, Wang Chan is young and strong, and his physical strength is the peak state of his life. He came in close to him and suppressed people with force. Sun Taizhen was not his opponent.

The five elements change of magic boxing, the strength arises in the five viscera, gathering the innate righteousness of the human body, the five elements rotate, and nourishing each other. When Wang Chan's inner elixir is completed, his physique returns to the original. After reversing the innate, the magic power of boxing has changed again. He has long been out of the shackles of boxing and developed a magic power that only belongs to himself. The five elements are combined with one punch. It belongs to the double cultivation of law and martial arts. It is both martial arts and magical power.

Although Sun Taizhen had a flying sword in front of his chest and was not directly hit in the chest, Wang Chan's fist was like a mountain, but it was like the tide of the sea. One wave of waves rose again and again, and one wave was higher than the other. Suddenly, he broke the sword light, passed on the power from another, and fought across the mountain. Cows swarmed in. Sun Taizhen only felt that the two lungs and heart under his chest were suddenly tightened, and his whole body seemed to have been violently slammed by a ten thousand pounds of sledgehammer.

The blood immediately surged up, and the mouth was full of fishy and sweet. The head buzzed, and the three souls seemed to vibrate together. It was dark in front of him, and the hot blood suddenly rushed to the throat and sprayed out. At the same time, Wang Chan's fist was vigorously implemented, and Sun Taizhen's body was also like a light scarecrow, thrown high and flew out.

After winning Wang Chan's big five-eulge fist, the iron man can also smash into a discus on the spot, not to mention that Sun Taizhen's body is still made of flesh and blood. It's just that this man has been meditating all year round, and his vitality is extremely strong. He sprayed blood out of his mouth one after another, and even his heart and lungs were broken. He spit out pieces and hit the ground with a bang, but he was still not dead.

Only after Wang Chan's punch fell, blood splashed on one side of his body, and a sword light swept by, and a half-foot-long opening under his ribs was also opened. This was the reason why his soldiers practiced the kung fu of the body in place. The thirteen Taibao practiced kung fu to protect the body. Otherwise, if someone else had changed, he would have cut him into two with one sword and cut him into two. It's a paragraph.

Sun Taizhen's two flying swords are really powerful. They have been passed down over the ages and are much stronger than the ordinary sword fairy flying swords.

However, Wang Chan is also really fierce. He exchanged injuries for injuries. It is obvious that he is bullying Sun Taizhen's body is not as strong as his own. His waist is still full of blood, but he completely ignores. His body is like a cloud and driving fog. Then Sun Taizhen's body rushed to him and brush two knives. Without waiting for this Taoist to make any more action, he immediately blood and light on his body. The two are broken into pieces.

Only pity this Shushan peerless sword fairy. He was not checked for a while and was tricked. He was moved without a name. In the end, he practiced hard all his life, paid for the flowing water, and died in a different place.

"The evil barrier!"

"Amitabha!"

There was a burst of exclamation. All this only happened in a blink of an eye. Even now, the golden light above Wang Chan's head had not finished a round. The eagle flew away, and it was a human life in a blink of an eye. After the four sword immortals of Longmen Wudang, Sun Taizhen, who had the deepest cultivation among all of them, was killed by Wang Chan again.

Until now, the figure in the field has really come to an end. Wang Chan's body fell to the ground, and his feet were also staggering. There was a series of wars. He was not familiar with the two uses. He consumed a lot of the army to kill, and was cut open his waist and kidney by Sun Taizhen with a sword. The sword spirit penetrated into the bone marrow. In terms of injury, it is far better than looking outside. It's much more serious to get up. If it were someone else, they would have fainted in pain.

But Wang Chan was under his hand, but he was still unremitting and did not dare to relax. When he heard a few roars in his ear, he saw Sanskrit Zen singing in all directions, and the sword light surged down to him. He rolled his body and picked up the Liquan gun that fell to the ground. He danced close to him. He didn't see the light and shadow, and he didn't have time to stand up. He only rolled around, and finally rolled under the stone tablet behind him, breaking the danger of being attacked by the enemy behind him.

This stone tablet is so hard that the flying sword can't hurt it. At this time, it happened to be Wang Chan's shield.

However, at this time, he was also close to the end of oil. His physical strength was almost exhausted, and a cold sword spirit pierced his body fiercely. Wang Chan finally couldn't help spitting blood out. It's just that he was born with tenacity. The harder he was, the more unyielding he was. He swallowed a few mouthfuls like a bellows, and his mouth also bursts of ferocious smiles.

(to be continued)