Chapter 228 Enemy's Narrow Road
Chapter 228 Enemy's Narrow Road
As the saying goes, it's not speculative, and the two of them have long disliked each other, so they didn't waste time in contacting each other, and directly started to fight.
As the young master of the Autumn Water Sword Sect, Zhang Ruoxu got the true biography of the master Li Heishui. He is good at swordsmanship, and his Autumn Water Sword Art is really smooth and smooth when used.
Not to mention that compared with those disciples of big forces, in the small territory of Xiangguo, he is still considered a genius of quite a level.
However, Zhao Wu is from Xuelong Mountain after all, not to mention the origin of his family, but there are many powerful skills and martial arts in the sect, which is more advantageous than Zhang Ruoxu.
What he lacks is the attention from the sect, so the resources that will be tilted towards him will be relatively less. As for other inheritances, it is even worse than Zhang Ruoxu.
Zhao Wu also used swordsmanship, but compared with Zhang Ruoxu's swordsmanship, he took a domineering and masculine path, opening and closing every move, and winning with strength.
There is such a saying about weapons that 70% of the people in the world use swordsmanship, 25% use swordsmanship, and the remaining 10% are all kinds of strange weapons.
Of course, the masters in the army are excluded, and only for the people in the Jianghu, whether it is generals or pawns in the army, most of them use marksmanship.
There are still many people who use boxing and kicking kung fu, saying that their fists and feet are weapons, but most of them have not yet reached that level, and no one is foolish enough to use their fists to hit other people's blades.
Therefore, those who use boxing kung fu are also excluded, and they are not using weapons at all.
It's not that enemies don't get together, the two of them are enemies or even enemies, and when they fight, one is more ruthless than the other, the kind of death.
Zhang Ruoxu's swordsmanship was like a river like an ocean, and his true energy surged towards Zhao Wu, as if carrying energy from three rivers and four seas.
He got rid of the sword and took a slanted path, not relying on the sharpness of the sword in his hand, but using the sword in his hand to bring out his own cultivation base.
The sword was in his hand at this time, it was not a weapon, it was purely a power transmission medium.
However, Zhao Wu on the opposite side didn't pay attention to his powerful offensive. With a horizontal sword in his hand, he came directly towards his face.
In an instant, countless gang qi rushed out, and the platinum sword qi was as deep as the sea. Zhang Ruoxu could feel the pain of the skin being torn apart before the sword edge got close.
"Dragon King Sword!"
This is just the most basic entry-level swordsmanship in Xuelong Mountain, which can be practiced by outside disciples, but in front of the Qiushui Sword Sect, it seems to be a profound martial art.
The swords of the two sides touched together, and there was a crisp sound of "Zheng", and then what was visible to the naked eye was that the true energy on Zhang Ruoxu's sword was directly torn apart.
The majestic aura like Jiang Ruhai, like a castle in the air, couldn't bear the pressure at all, and was crushed in an instant.
At the next moment, Zhao Wu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and stabbed Zhang Ruoxu's abdomen directly with the sword in his hand. Zhang Ruoxu's moves were already old at this time, and he couldn't resist at all.
In desperation, he had no choice but to withdraw the sword in his hand. Sun Tzu made a 180-degree turn and forcibly used the toughness of his waist to avoid the attack.
However, Zhao Wu also predicted his movement, and the sword in his hand slid upwards, leaving a three-foot-long gash on his left back.
The blood suddenly gushed like water, soaking Zhang Ruoxu's coat in an instant. More importantly, Zhang Ruoxu's meridians were damaged, and his left arm was basically unable to exert force.
"You are at the peak of Wu Zong!"
Zhang Ruoxu looked at Zhao Wu in front of him bitterly, he didn't expect Xuelongshan to be so shameless, he came out as a little Wuzong master, and the other party directly sent out someone at the peak of Wuzong.
Zhang Ruoxu even thought that this was purely a dog leg sent by the young master of Xuelong Mountain to suppress him, and it was all because of that little bitch Huangfu.
He was originally the heir of the Qiushui Sword School, the proud son of heaven, but he never expected that Bei Xuelongshan would be so bullied because of that lowly bitch.
At this time, his face turned livid due to anger, and his facial expression was directly distorted, crazily mobilizing the energy in his body, forming streams of aura like flowing water on the surface of his body.
Driven by Zhang Ruoxu, the Gang Qi turned into radiant dragon-shaped patterns, covering his body directly, like mysterious totems, giving him great power.
And these dragon-shaped lines crazily absorb the energy of the outside world, and then pour it into his body one after another. At the same time, his cultivation base is also growing crazily.
Powerful power poured into his body, Zhang Ruoxu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale, but his aura climbed, and he reached the realm of half-step Martial King directly.
At this time, Zhao Wu's attack was also approaching, Zhang Ruoxu moved the long sword in his hand, and the real energy like flowing water merged with the sword light, and directly sprayed out hundreds of sword lights.
Hundreds of sword qi criss-crossed, leaving ravines on the fighting platform, all of which were directed at Zhao Wu. Zhang Ruoxu was like a general, commanding all the sword qi to attack Zhao Wu.
The power of his move is very powerful, and it has the meaning of Wan Jian Chaozong, but it is a pity that his cultivation level is not enough, and there is no way to use it in the past.
Now, he forcibly improves his cultivation, and shows the martial arts that he has comprehended for so long in the past, so he must let his sword drink blood.
With such a crazy and powerful sword, Zhao Wu was blown away without any suspense, but he didn't fall off the ring, barely stopping at the edge.
"Boy, you really don't die until you reach the Yellow River, and don't look back until you hit the south wall! Do you think that you can improve your cultivation, and I, as a true disciple of Xuelong Mountain, can't?"
"Since you want to play like this, then I will play with you, but you will be responsible for all the consequences!"
As soon as Zhao Wu's words fell, the silver-white Gang Qi around his body suddenly became darker, and directly turned into a dark red color, which seemed to be the color of dried blood.
As soon as the long sword in his hand moved, all the true energy in the space avoided it. When the long sword fell suddenly, countless deep black air had already covered the blade.
Demon Dragon Sword!
The deep black air directly formed a black dragon filled with black air. The jet-black sword energy merged with the gloomy blood-like gang energy, and collided with Zhang Ruoxu's sword energy fearlessly.
boom!