Chapter 156: Flower's Sorrow
Chapter 156: Flower's Sorrow (Don't scold me, I'm not dead)
The sword moves are full of murderous intent.
Zhang Yu hurriedly pushed "Flowing Clouds and Water" to its extreme, dodging with difficulty under the sword lights. Relying on the blessing of the green jade ring, he was like a deer in the forest, leaping dangerously again and again to avoid the nets set by the hunters.
"kindness…"
Zhang Yu was stabbed in the left chest with a sword, and blood splattered, but fortunately the wound was not deep.
'when! when! when! '
He was not surprised at all, but took a step forward and thrust his sword at Yue Buqun's right hand three times in a row, forcing the other party to retreat to protect himself, and finally interrupted the continuous sword energy of "Ancient Cypresses".
"Good swordsmanship!"
Yue Buqun sighed inwardly. The opponent took the risk of being stabbed in the chest and unexpectedly broke his move. This man's determination and swordsmanship far exceeded his age.
Such a talented young man actually joined the evil cult. God is really blind.
While Yue Buqun appreciated his talent, he also became more determined to kill him.
"If this continues, I will definitely lose."
Zhang Yu’s mind raced like lightning.
He had only taken a cursory look at the sword techniques written on the stone wall and had not yet practiced them in depth. Apart from the first three moves, he was able to put some pressure on Yue Buqun. However, every time they fought afterwards, before he could think of a way to break through, the opponent would come up with a new move.
The purple sword can cut through iron like mud, and Yue Buqun's sword is also of extraordinary quality. Moreover, for a true master of swordsmanship, grass and trees can also be used as swords. It is not a matter of hard-core chopping and fighting. The secret lies in the mind. Naturally, it is difficult for Zhang Yu to fully exploit the advantage in weapons.
Hua Jian was anxious. The two men drew their swords at lightning speed, so fast that it was almost invisible. In a blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than thirty moves and their strengths were clearly revealed.
Yue Buqun had not yet used his internal energy, but he had already suppressed Zhang Yu with his swordsmanship alone.
"The head of the Five Mountains Sword Sect is indeed not an easy person to deal with."
Zhang Yu thought to himself that he had seven more sword wounds on his body, most of which were just flesh wounds, but the blood soaked through his white robe, as if several red lotuses had bloomed on his body, making him look particularly miserable.
"grown ups!"
"I am fine."
Hua Jian was anxious and drew his sword and rushed forward, but was stopped by Zhang Yu with a look.
"Where did you learn the Huashan sword technique?"
Yue Buqun looked down at the cut on his waist and looked at the other party coldly. He originally thought that Zhang Yu was just a genius in swordsmanship, but in that move just now, the other party directly used the Huashan swordsmanship and forced him into such an embarrassing situation.
Zhang Yu spat out a mouthful of blood foam and laughed, "The founder of Huashan passed it on to me in a dream. He said that his descendants are unworthy and only seek fame and reputation. They have no morals and no conduct. We can only hope that outsiders can carry forward this Huashan swordsmanship."
Yue Buqun shook his head and said, "You don't know your own limitations. You are about to die, yet you still dare to show off your words."
Blood flowed down his arm, soaking the Ziwei God General, and the enchanting and strange purple light on his arm became brighter.
From the beginning, he didn't expect to win.
The opponent we face this time is much stronger than before.
The leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, a truly first-rate master in the martial arts world. If it weren't for the Green Jade Ring and the Siguo Cliff Secret Cave Sword Technique, he wouldn't have been able to tangle with Yue Buqun for so long.
Zhang Yu shook his head slightly, sighed, and said with a smile: "What a pity! In another half a year, I will definitely be able to surpass you in swordsmanship."
Yue Buqun mocked, "Although Master Zhang is young, he is still a hero of the Demon Cult. Why do you have to say such childish words? If you lose, you lose. Do you still want to beg for your life from me?"
Zhang Yu glanced at Hua Jian and smiled cynically, "I've always heard that a gentleman's sword heart is as hard as iron. If I kneel down, I may not be able to survive, so I won't do it in vain."
Yue Buqun stepped forward with his sword in hand and sneered, "You are quite self-aware. If that is the case, take the initiative to surrender and I can give you a quick death."
Zhang Yu said, "Wait."
"Hmm? Scared?"
Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "I am just a small soldier of the Divine Sect. I am not as skilled as others. I have nothing to complain about dying under the sword of the leader of the Huashan Sect. It's just that I am obsessed with martial arts. I have heard for a long time that Mr. Yue is a master of the Qi Sect. I would be unwilling if I can't learn from him."
"It seems you still won't give up!"
When Yue Buqun heard the words "Qi Zong master", his eyes turned slightly cold. He raised his palms and swung them out suddenly. The slanting wind and drizzle were swept by the powerful palm power and rushed towards the other end of the stone bridge.
Zhang Yu suddenly pushed the flower sword back and shouted, "Go!"
Hua Jian stood there blankly. She could see that Zhang Yu was no longer as calm as before, and his eyes showed a determination to die.
Zhang Yu rushed forward, and Hua Jian felt his heart gradually sinking towards the stone bridge.
At this moment, there seemed to be a whistling sound of a sword.
A sharp sword appeared in her mind, circling around like a butterfly dancing around a flower...
Zhang Yu slapped out with both palms with all his strength, and the Beiming Divine Art surged wildly, gushing out like a nine-day waterfall, barely resisting Yue Buqun's palm power.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and the drizzle splashed all around. The rain on the stone bridge under their feet was also evaporated into water vapor. Hua Jian tried to get close several times but failed. The two powerful true qi separated her.
Yue Buqun was calm and composed, his eyes sparkling as he said with a smile: "So I have something to rely on, but it's a pity that I only used 60% of my strength, so you can't change anything."
Zhang Yu still gritted his teeth and persisted. Although Bei Ming's magic was powerful, it could not withstand his repeated attempts to swallow an elephant.
The hard-earned purple gold lotus in Dantian gradually withered.
At the same time, a powerful suction force came from Zhang Yu's palms.
Yue Buqun only felt that the internal force in his dantian was being uncontrollably sucked over by the other party along the meridians in his arms.
His expression changed slightly: "Star Absorbing Magic?"
Yue Buqun waved his palms in an attempt to break free, but found that the suction force of the opponent's palms was getting stronger and stronger, and his internal force was lost faster and faster, and the trickle gradually grew stronger.
Zhang Yu looked at Yue Buqun coldly: "Aren't you going to compete in internal strength?"
"Humph! It's just like an ant trying to shake a tree."
Yue Buqun sneered, and his cheeks turned purple, strangely like clouds in the sky.
He no longer held back and used all his strength to mobilize his true energy.
The majestic true energy surged like a tide, tearing Zhang Yu's meridians apart and causing him to feel extreme pain.
The purple-gold lotus completely withered and died.
"Oh!"
Zhang Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, dispersed his Bei Ming Qi, and flew backwards, hitting the stone bridge railing heavily.
"You were able to force me to use my full strength, so your defeat was not unfair."
The moment Yue Buqun dissipated his Zixia magic, before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw a cold light coming towards him from the corner of his eye.
"what!"
Hua Jian drew out his sword and stepped forward at the fastest speed in his life.
"Foil sword?"
Zhang Yucai struggled to get up, and saw only the white butterfly flying past him.
"Unbelievable!"
Hua Jian stabbed at his neck, but before he could raise his sword to block, she let go.
"This sword is called Flying Skull!"
The long sword seemed to have its own consciousness, carrying a murderous intent and a cold light, as it wrapped around the opponent's neck.
In just a moment, Yue Buqun felt creepy and his life was hanging by a thread.
Even Zhang Yu had never given him this feeling.
"when!"
The long sword flew out, crossed the stone bridge, and fell into the deep ravine.
"It's really courting death!"
Yue Buqun stood there, extremely angry. He struck out with one palm, and the white butterfly fluttered in the wind.
Three of the five long flowing willow whiskers under Gentleman Sword's chin were cut off.
On that elegant face, a red line gradually appeared, and tiny beads of blood oozed out...
The drizzle in the sky stopped at some point.
Hua Jian lay in Zhang Yu's arms, spitting out blood and breathing barely a breath.
She reached out to touch the young man's face, a smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.
"grown ups……"
Zhang Yu grabbed Hua Jian's hand and slowly placed it on his face.
"Foil sword."
The woman's lips were pale and her voice was trembling.
"If there is an afterlife, well, I am still willing to follow you, sir, and draw all the sword techniques in the world for you..."
Zhang Yu stood up with his sword in hand, purple light flashing, and rushed towards Yue Buqun quickly.
(End of this chapter)