Madame Haitang was fighting one against two. She was attacked from the front and back, her moves were restricted and she gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. But since she was in a disadvantageous position, her sorrowful and beautiful light naturally spread out, making her even more delicate and pitiful. Zhang Shentong was infatuated with her and often missed a good opportunity to capture and kill her.
Although the Mistress of Afterglow Tower was a woman, her divine sense could not help but be affected. When she attacked with her sword, her strength was reduced by thirty percent and she was unable to deal a heavy blow.
Xu Lianghu was unwilling to fall behind; he laughed mischievously and said, "It's Madame Haitang who can still hold on. Let me add fuel to the fire." Then he joined the battle.
Being attacked by three top martial art masters at the same time, Madame Haitang was unable to hold on by herself. She heard a thousand li phoenix cry and in the midst of her grief, Xu Lianghu's Pangu Hammer smashed her jade arm.
Zhao Yun's body trembled and her fingers turned white. She struggled to gather her strength and shouted, "Madame Haitang, quickly leave! Use the Riding the Cloud Chasing the Moon Incantation now and you can still escape unscathed. "
Madame Haitang turned a deaf ear. Although Hua Zhi was in a difficult situation, she focused her mind and spared no effort to contend with the three martial art masters. She used her life to fulfill the most resolute vow in her heart.
Not long after, her right shoulder was hit by the Mistress of Afterglow Tower's sword. Blood immediately gushed out and dyed her pink silk skirt red like maple leaves.
Zhao Yun's tiger-like eyes turned red. She could not endure any longer. Disregarding her injuries, she brazenly raised her heavy sword and leaped up, stabbing toward Xu Lianghu's back.
"Humph, you overestimate yourself!" Xu Lianghu sensed the situation and knew the direction of Zhao Yun's attack. He lightly waved his left sleeve and said, "Fall down!"
Before Zhao Yun even arrived, she felt a gust of wind rushing toward her face. She hastily changed the thrust of the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword into a parry, trying to resist the ferocious power. But the power contained in the wind was far beyond her imagination. With a 'plop' sound, she was ruthlessly thrown to the ground along with her sword.
Zhao Yun was related to the secret of the Imperial Mausoleum, so Xu Lianghu naturally would not kill her. Xu Lianghu held back his strength, trying to make Zhao Yun behave.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Yun used her unparalleled willpower to prevent Wei Dou from flying out of her hands, but his severely injured heart meridian was already unable to circulate the Four Symbols True Qi, so he was completely defenseless. The Heavenly Framework Stone didn't even budge an inch from the impact, but his shoulders were badly mutilated. His left shoulder bone was even more painful than before.
"I will never admit defeat so easily! So what if he didn't have True Qi? So what if he's a Tribulation Stage expert? "
Zhao Yun's natural pride drove him to crawl up with difficulty. His strong willpower drove him to slowly raise the tip of his sword that was hanging on the ground. He pointed it at Xu Lianghu's back and staggered over.
"You're courting death!" When Xu Lianghu saw that Zhao Yun had repeatedly despised his dignity as a Tribulation Stage expert, an inexplicable anger rose in his heart. His left palm once again generated a palm wind, which whistled out and easily knocked Zhao Yun to the ground.
In his opinion, Zhao Yun was already seriously injured, and after receiving two of his powerful palms, he shouldn't be able to cause trouble anymore. Who would have thought that when he heard the surprised exclamations of the heroes below the stage, he actually sensed a murderous aura slowly approaching him again.
Xu Lianghu turned around angrily. As expected, he saw that Zhao Yun had stood up for the second time. He dragged his sickly body and slowly walked over with his sword.
The sound of the treasured sword rubbing against the Heavenly Framework Stone was even more ear-piercing noise, which made Xu Lianghu extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but become anxious and scolded, "I've shown mercy twice, yet you insist on coming to court death?"
The corner of Zhao Yun's mouth curled into a contemptuous smile. It was a silent mockery, "Bullying me with numbers, how can you be considered a peerless expert? You're even worse than a lowly gangster!"
His steps were slow and messy, and his entire body was swaying as if he would be blown away by a light breeze. Every step he took required a lot of effort, and he had to endure a heart-wrenching pain. However, his gaze was still so firm and calm, as if he didn't care about death in the slightest.
In order to save his life, Zhao Yun didn't hesitate to stab Ling Ye Lai, who he respected the most. However, at this moment, under the impulse of the bottom of his heart, his barbaric nature flared up. He no longer had any rational consideration, and only knew that he had to stab Xu Lianghu with his sword.
Even if his life was threatened, even if it was useless, he had to move forward bravely.
That was because that was the pride in his bones.
There were things that a real man couldn't do, and there were things that he had to do. He had to listen to the call in his heart.
"What's the use of being in such a state?" Xu Lianghu sneered, and the Pangu Hammer in his right hand finally moved ruthlessly, "Ink Settles the World!"
Suddenly, a streak of black light was faster than lightning. Without any explanation, it pounced in front of Zhao Yun, and with a display of divine power, it flipped Zhao Yun to the ground.
Xu Lianghu's face revealed a pleased sneer, "Lie down obediently! You have to be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Ridiculous. "Then, he drilled his head over and besieged Madame Haitang again.
Madame Haitang's spiritual sense drifted over, and she was shocked to see Zhao Yun lying on the ground. She was distracted and exposed a flaw in her chest, and was hit by the Sunset Tower's master's "Traceless Autumn Dew". Then, Xu Lianghu's Pangu Hammer followed up like a poisonous snake, and smashed her left arm, causing blood to splatter.
Ziwei was certain in his heart, and he thought to himself, "Madame Haitang's movements are already in disorder. She will become a turtle in a jar in less than twenty moves." He turned his gaze to Zhao Yun, "This evil creature has a tough personality. It seems that it will take a lot of effort to pry the secret out of his mouth. Ah, how can it be! "
Ziwei's gaze could no longer remain calm, and he looked at the mysterious young man in black in astonishment.
Zhao Yun's right hand's fingers were clearly trembling slightly!
He had actually not lost consciousness after receiving Xu Lianghu's sudden blow.
"Look, Zhao Yun's hand is still f * cking moving!"
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, causing everyone's incredulous gazes to converge on a single point.
Heaven and earth seemed to have frozen in an instant. They could no longer hear the tragic battle between Madame Haitang and the three experts, nor could they see the clash of the famous moves of the Rainbow Phoenix Song, the Spring Flower Autumn Dew Sword, and the Heavenly Mark Hammer Technique. They could only see the stubborn expression on the silent young man's face.
Xu Lianghu had also noticed the abnormality in the field. He suddenly turned around and stared at Zhao Yun, and he could not help but feel a sense of helplessness and powerlessness in his heart.
"It's just on the premise of protecting Zhao Yun's life. Why is it so difficult to knock Zhao Yun to the ground? This kid's willpower is really strange! "
He originally thought that there was no suspense and no need to worry about a small matter, but suddenly, it became the most troublesome problem. And he, Mohist Master Xu Lianghu, was unable to deal with a seriously injured junior time and time again. He deserved to become a joke in the eyes of the crowd.
Xu Lianghu watched helplessly as Zhao Yun supported himself with the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword and stood up again with great difficulty. He actually felt helpless: "Zhao Yun's body is already extremely weak now. Even if I try my best to restrain my strength, I'm afraid that I will take his life the moment I make a move. But if I ignore it and let him walk in front of me, how can I still have the face to fight for the power of the Heavenly Incense Palace? "
Seeing Zhao Yun slowly moving step by step with the help of the sword as if he was burning his life force, the crowd was greatly shocked. They were infected by his reckless madness, and their eyes could not help but tear up.
That body that was not afraid of death was even more majestic than Mount Tai, and he walked into their hearts with the vastness of heaven and earth.
At this moment, they were truly afraid of Zhao Yun, and truly respected Zhao Yun.
The tears of a hero should flow for a hero!
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