Murong Baoding took a deep breath. Finally, he no longer hoped to rely on his priceless armor and Vajra Physique to resist. His fists were as quick as lightning. His fists landed on the waterfall formed by the abundant Sword Qi, causing loud bangs to ring out.
His fists shattered the Sword Qi, creating a scene of drifting clouds and scattering snow.
Chai Qingshan did not mind. He quickly stepped forward and thrust his sword forward. Although the three-foot-long sword in his hand was aimed at Murong Baoding's forehead, at the same time, no less than forty Sword Qi appeared around the Green Water Sword between the two. The Sword Qi surged forward, but the sword intent was of the same origin.
Chai Qingshan had comprehended this sword when he was 30 years old. He had seen a spring in the old Dongyue Kingdom. It was the third best spring in the world. The middle path was blocked by a protruding rock, causing the water to stagnate. Hundreds of thin streams of water flowed into the spring. Chai Qingshan had once told two of his proud disciples that he could use eighty swords in one breath to turn Vajra into dust.
Unfortunately, this sword master could only produce forty swords in one breath at this time. Even so, the power of the sword was extremely grand and shocking.
Murong Baoding snorted angrily. He actually wanted to retreat. As his burly figure retreated, he stretched out his arm. His five fingers were like hooks as he controlled his Qi to grab a rider and his horse. He blocked the curtain of sword rain formed by the majestic Sword Qi.
Chai Qingshan's sword pierced the horse's head. With a light shake of his wrist, the pitiful horse and rider were instantly sent flying.
Taking advantage of this opening, Murong Baoding was still one of Northern Mang's few martial arts masters after all. He heavily stepped out, stamped his foot, and took half a step back. The aura around his entire body instantly reached its peak. He was certain that Chai Qingshan would definitely continue to charge forward, so he punched out towards the air in front of him.
Facing Murong Baoding's overbearing Fist Aura, Chai Qingshan and his sword did not stagnate. They continued to float forward. The old man tilted his body slightly and allowed the Fist Aura to explode his left shoulder. His sword was as fast as a rainbow as it accurately pierced Murong Baoding's chest.
Injury for injury, death for death.
Murong Baoding's Qi sank into his dantian. At this moment, he realized that he had no power to fight back and chose to defend with all his might.
The Qi in his body circulated rapidly, and his face glowed with a dark yellow color. His feet were rooted to the ground, and he was as immovable as a mountain.
The Sword Qi of the three feet long sword pierced through the armor like a hot knife through butter.
After the tip of the sword was pressed against Murong Baoding's chest, the long sword bent like a crescent moon. In the end, it was almost a full moon!
Chai Qingshan, whose shoulder had been shattered and whose body was covered in blood, laughed loudly. "Scram!"
The tall and sturdy Murong Baoding was sent flying by the sword like a kite with its string cut!
Murong Baoding's face turned pale after he landed heavily on the ground. He didn't lower his head to look at the old swordsman. He just stretched out his hand and wiped his face. His palm was scarlet red.
Chai Qingshan, who was surrounded by the Beimang cavalry, had no choice but to draw his sword and kill the horsemen who were swarming towards him.
Thus, the line of sight between the two of them was blocked.
Murong Baoding took the opportunity to slap the ground with his palm. He stood up again with some lingering fear in his heart. This old fellow was somewhat difficult to deal with!
Murong Baoding, who didn't want to meet force with force, kept retreating, and said angrily, "Smash him to death!"
With Chai Qingshan at the center, the Northern Mang cavalry began to rapidly charge forward, charging forward.
The horsemen at the outermost edge finally had the chance to show off the grassland cavalry's riding and archery skills. The aristocratic Generals, who were frightened to death, had already given the order to kill regardless of whether they were friend or foe!
Chai Qingshan, who had to stop the cavalry's charge and break through the rain of arrows, swung his sword like a dragon. When he was trapped in a hopeless situation, the old man still tried to break through the cavalry formation and chase after the Governor of Orange Province who was avoiding the battle. However, his Qi pulled at the wound on his chest, and the blood turned into a strange dark green color. He was only a hair away from rushing out of the encirclement that the Beimang cavalry had built with their lives.
Murong Baoding, who had retreated again and again, had already retreated to the front of the Winter Thunder Elite Cavalry. His face was ferocious as he spat out a mouthful of blood. If it wasn't for the poison on his willow sword, he might have been chased to this place by Chai Qingshan. It didn't mean that he would lose. Murong Baoding still had the confidence to slowly exhaust this old man to death. However, how could Chai Qingshan's life be compared to his own?
He paid more attention to Wei Miao. If that guy wanted to abandon Chai Qingshan and retreat to North Resisting City, with Murong Baoding's injury, he was confident that he could stop him.
If one looked towards the north from North Resisting City's city walls, or if one looked towards the south from the Winter Thunder Elite Cavalry on horseback, they would see that the great circle the elder was in had layers upon layers of Northern Mang cavalry continuously charging towards the center of the circle.
Chai Qingshan stood alone with his sword. There were corpses all around him and piles of bones.
Murong Baoding suddenly raised his head.
There was a sudden explosion, and then a figure fell from the sky.
Murong Baoding could only tilt his head and cross his arms to block above his head.
Half of Murong Baoding's body was smashed into the ground by this punch!
It turned out that Wei Miao had directly jumped over the heads of the Beimang cavalry and found Murong Baoding. There was no way to retreat.
Murong Baoding instinctively protected his head with his arms. Sure enough, Wei Miao pressed down on his head with one hand and sent out a knee strike!
Murong Baoding was knocked back and a deep ditch several zhang long was plowed out.
Dust flew up. In the yellow sand, Wei Miao's punch was so fast that people could only see a blur. The silver-armored Murong Baoding retreated again and again.
Wei Miao's punch rose up and landed hard. The force was like a broken bow, and it was like a thunderclap! He forcefully opened Murong Baoding's door and burst out again and again!
Finally, Wei Miao's punch was like holding a baby.
The name of the move did not sound fierce, but in fact, it was the fiercest.
The older generation of Jianghu fist masters had already concluded that after practicing this move for tens of thousands of times, the foundation could be seen, and the strength could reach the hair!
Wei Miao was obsessed with fist practice. He never slacked off because of his outstanding talent. Since he learned this move when he was young, he practiced it diligently every day. When he entered the mountains, he destroyed huge trees, when he entered the water, he hammered the rivers. Perhaps he had already punched a million times!
His punch was like smashing a big bell, causing a loud bang.
After Murong Baoding was flicked out by Chai Qingshan's sword, he had the advantage of time, place, and people. Once again, he was sent flying by Wei Miao's punch. Dozens of Winter Thunder Elite Cavalrymen who could not dodge in time were killed on the spot!
This Southern Zhao Martial Dao Grand Master who should have displayed extraordinary brilliance in the Central Plains' Jianghu, on the battlefield outside Northern Barricade City, under the gaze of several thousand Northern Mang cavalry, beat Murong Baoding until he was in an extremely sorry state, his aura swaying! He had beaten Murong Baoding's armor until it was full of holes and almost completely destroyed!
Murong Baoding, who was on the verge of collapsing, roared, "Again!"
Wei Miao followed him like a shadow. He stretched out his left arm and circled it to Murong Baoding's ear. He placed his palm on Murong Baoding's temple and patted it casually. Murong Baoding, who was much taller than Wei Miao, was lifted off the ground. Wei Miao's right fist smashed into Murong Baoding's abdomen like a thunderclap.
Murong Baoding's body, who was originally flying backward, was pulled back by Wei Miao's left hand and punched his abdomen again.
It was a comical and tragic scene.
Murong Baoding's body, which was hanging sideways in the air, did not fall to the ground. Wei Miao walked forward step by step and punched his abdomen repeatedly.
Wei Miao's last punch, which was also the last punch of his life, landed heavily on Murong Baoding's abdomen.
Murong Baoding finally fell to the ground. He was thrown seventy to eighty feet away, bleeding from his seven orifices.
The so-called invincible body, even with the protection of the armor, was still a big joke.
Wei Miao stood proudly in the same place and gently turned his head to look back. He looked at the cavalry circle but could not see Chai Qingshan, who had fought side by side until now.
He raised his gaze slightly and looked at North Jiebei City. It was destined that he could not see that graceful figure.
Wei Miao's vision was gradually blurred by the blood that flowed out of his eyes.
After Murong Baoding fell to the ground, he tried to get up but it was futile. He kept vomiting blood.
He knew that Wei Miao was only a few punches away from taking his life.
If both sides fought fair and square, Murong Baoding would not be able to contend against Wei Miao.
At this moment, Murong Baoding no longer had the slightest thought about dominating the Jianghu of the Central Plains.
Murong Baoding got up three times in a row but gave up halfway. He could only lie on the ground dejectedly. His face was pale and colorless. He had completely lost the ability to fight. This Beimang, whose heart was higher than the sky, held the edict with a bitter expression. He cursed softly, "F * ck the Jianghu of the Central Plains!"
Not far away, Wei Miao stood silently in the same place.
Nanzhao Grandmaster Wei Miao, all the tendons and veins in his body were broken, but he did not fall down!
Since the World Fist has Wei Miao, how can I, Wei Miao, be afraid of death and withdraw my fists?
There is no such reason.
She was watching.
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Before Wei Miao died heroically in battle, the Beimang cavalry circle was strangely still. That old man had killed them until they were terrified. Moreover, the corpses of the cavalry and the warhorses had formed a natural barrier, which was not conducive for the cavalry to gallop and kill.
The old swordsman, who had been hit by several arrows, spat out a mouthful of black blood. He knelt on one knee, using the long sword in his hand to support his body from falling.
Chai Qingshan did not want to die kneeling on the ground, but he also did not want to fall down and die. In the end, he sat cross-legged with the sword across his knees.
Since the sword was named Green Water, the sword blade was naturally green, just like the spring scenery in Jiangnan of the Central Plains. The ripples of the sword light under the sunlight were just like the ripples of the Dongyue Sword Pool in the spring breeze.
Chai Qingshan used his sleeve to gently wipe off the black blood on the sword blade.
Before the old man died, he smiled with a trembling voice, "My Dongyue Sword Pool has been established for five hundred years. With a sword in hand, I looked at the Jianghu … The mountains are high, the water is deep, and the sword aura is long! I, Chai Qingshan … have never let the Three-Foot Sword be humiliated! "
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After Cheng Baishuang and Sui Xiegu, the two Grandmasters of the Central Plains.
Chai Qingshan died in battle.
Wei Miao followed him, silently meeting his death.
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