"You're asking for it!" Gongsun Zhi was enraged. He pulled out his golden saber and black sword and attacked Yang Guo from both sides. Xiao, X.
Gongsun Zhi was very confident. After all, back in the Passionless Valley, Yang Guo and Xiao Long Nu's Dual Sword Harmonious Sword were no match for him. Now, Yang Guo was all alone and had lost his right arm. Gongsun Zhi's golden saber and black sword were both soft and hard. Even an enemy with two hands would not be able to handle them, let alone Yang Guo who only had one hand.
"Oh my god, why isn't Yang Guo moving?" Even though Guo Fu was angry at Yang Guo, he had grown up with her. Thinking that he could die in the hands of a stranger, she felt a little lost.
"This Passionless Valley Master's moves are like a master's. His golden saber and black sword are very strange. The golden saber is different from usual, it is soft and soft, but the black sword is hard and fierce. The saber is like a sword, and the sword is like a saber. His kung fu is probably no weaker than the Five Greats …"
Even though Huang Rong did not have much time to focus on practicing the Nine Yin Manual these past few years, she had friends who were all top martial artists in the world. Therefore, her eyes were very sharp. In a short moment, she had seen through Gongsun Zhi's power. "Guo Er … he can't move right now. Maybe he's trying to stay still …" Yang Guo was still standing in the same spot, his eyelashes drooping. Huang Rong was also a little uncertain.
Gongsun Zhi was obviously thinking the same thing as Huang Rong. He saw that his sword and saber were about to touch Yang Guo's body, but Yang Guo didn't move at all. Gongsun Zhi, who was naturally paranoid, was afraid that this was a trap. He quickly changed his stance and jumped back ten feet away, putting on a defensive posture. He was going to win this time anyway, so there was no need to be too reckless and fall into his opponent's trap.
But Yang Guo was still standing there without moving. If it weren't for his clothes flapping in the wind, people would have thought that he was a statue standing there.
Seeing that Gongsun Zhi had attacked with such ferocious momentum, but had suddenly retreated in a sorry state, the audience burst into laughter and jeers.
"How can you be so timid when facing a cripple? Get off the stage, don't embarrass yourself."
"That's right, that's right. He clearly has one arm, but you are using two weapons at the same time. Aren't you bullying him?"
…
These people didn't necessarily have any friendship with Yang Guo, but most of them didn't think well of the one-armed Yang Guo. Their sympathy for the weak made them subconsciously speak up for Yang Guo.
Gongsun Zhi couldn't help but blush. He was annoyed at himself for being too cautious. His opponent had clearly lost an arm, and he didn't have any weapons. There was only a black thing that looked like a fire stick on his back. If he said it was a sword, he would probably make a fool out of himself.
"Being handsome is always an advantage. Even his smile is full of mockery. Look at the smile on Yang Guo's face right now. It's very similar to those descriptions on the internet in my previous life. Gongsun Zhi probably can't hold it in anymore." Song Qingshu clicked his tongue as he watched, making the girls around him look at him strangely. Worried that he would feel inferior, Zeng Rou comforted him with a blush, "Big Brother Song, you're actually very handsome, no less than him …"
Song Qingshu blushed and said bashfully, "I'm really not as good as him …"
Huang Rong had also heard their quarrel. She looked at Song QingShu meaningfully, not because of anything else, but because Song QingShu's eyes were really sharp. As soon as he finished speaking, Gongsun Zhi let out a roar and closed the distance of ten feet in an instant. The golden knife lightly touched Yang Guo's severed arm, and the black sword fiercely chopped at the Coiled Leg.
"Shameless!" Although Huang Rong hated Yang Guo, she knew that he was a Grandmaster Realm cultivator, but his moves were so vicious. She knew he wasn't a good person.
"One-Eyed Dragon, don't you have any shame …"
The audience also yelled. But halfway through, a dragon's roar came from the stage, numbing everyone's eardrums.
Yang Guo unsheathed the heavy sword on his back. Without any other movements, he swung the heavy sword forward. Gongsun Zhi felt as if his hand was about to split open. He could no longer hold on to the golden saber and the black sword in his hands. The two weapons were sent flying into the distance. Gongsun Zhi felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several feet. However, no one paid any attention to his life or death. All their attention was on the two weapons that were sent flying because the golden saber and the black sword were whirling in the direction of Huang Rong and Guo Fu.
Huang Rong's expression changed. The others might have thought it was an accident, but she knew that Yang Guo had deliberately thrown the two weapons in her direction. Huang Rong didn't have the time to marvel at the fact that Gongsun Zhi had such precise control over his strength and direction while knocking away a top-notch expert's weapon. The two weapons were already in front of her. Huang Rong hurriedly took out the Dog Beating Stick and planned to use the Tripping Formula to disarm the weapons.
However, when she thought about the power of the weapons, Huang Rong's face turned even paler. She didn't have the slightest confidence that she could disarm them unscathed, especially when she had to protect Fu 'er. Today, at least one of the mother and daughter was going to die.
"Dragon-capturing Art!"
There were top-notch experts in the audience, but they were either too far away or had their own selfish thoughts. They didn't plan to help. Xiao Feng, on the other hand, didn't hesitate to make a move because of his friendship with the Beggar Clan.
However, Xiao Feng was still far away from Huang Rong. The golden saber and the black sword contained the inner strength of Yang Guo and Gongsun Zhi, and with the weight of the heavy sword, he didn't have the confidence to control the two weapons. He could only hope that the Dragon-capturing Art could slightly move the golden saber and the black sword a few inches to the side, and Huang Rong and her daughter would be able to escape.
At this moment, Huang Rong's Dog Beating Stick also moved. In this critical moment, her move could be said to have gathered the essence of the Dog Beating Stick and displayed a level that was unprecedented in her life. Whether it was the timing or the angle, it was impeccable. She finally let out a sigh of relief. Although she was inevitably injured by the power of the golden saber and the black sword, she had saved her and Fu 'er's lives. As long as the people of Shaolin, Wudang, and Chongyang Palace reacted, Yang Guo definitely wouldn't dare to brazenly attack them.
Suddenly, Huang Rong's expression changed because she realized that her Dog Beating Stick had hit air. It turned out that Xiao Feng's Dragon-capturing Art just so happened to affect the trajectory of the golden saber and the black sword, moving them a few inches to the side. If Huang Rong and her daughter hadn't moved from their original position, the two weapons would have only slid past them without any real danger.
Who would have thought that Huang Rong would coincidentally choose to use the Dog Beating Stick to deflect the force of the attack. Because the golden saber and the black sword were shifted, her Dog Beating Stick didn't hit. Also, because of Huang Rong's movement technique, it created a situation where she automatically moved toward the golden saber and the black sword that were being controlled by Xiao Feng's Dragon-capturing Art.
Such a freak combination of factors made it seem as if Huang Rong and Xiao Feng had joined hands, causing her to fall into a situation of certain death.
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