Chapter 517 (1/2)

Gouzhu completely abandoned his own defense. His angle was sharp, his speed was fast, and his ruthlessness was incomparable. Tang Su had no chance to change his moves, so he had to cut it with a sword.

When the sword goes into the skin, he throws a fan-shaped gorgeous blood flower on his left shoulder. A sharp sword spirit goes straight into the meridians, like a needle into the body. However, he does not change his sword moves at all and stabs Tang Su under his left shoulder.

The body of the sword stabbed under Tang Su's clavicle. It's three inches into the flesh, and then it's pulled out. It's the wind and broken clouds in the cloud piercing sword. The sword tip flashes a red cold light with blood flowers, and cuts Tang Su's neck directly.

Tang Su was a swordsman since he was a child. He practiced his sword techniques in the ancient home of yuntiancheng. However, it is also because of his powerful sword skills, he is known as the pride of heaven. Few of his contemporaries have really tasted the painful taste of the sharp edge and the flesh and skin.

Now his own perception, like lightning, stung the whole body, he inevitably frowned, a sense of fear surged into his heart.

For Gou Zhu, it's not the key to change the sword's wound. The key is that Tang Su felt pain after he hit the sword. He was shocked by his sense of God, and then he could attack his vital point directly!

Gouzhu full heart just want to go back to find Lian Ling, originally did not want to entangle with Tang Su here. Since the heart mirror is so unbreakable, we can only kill the one who drives the magic weapon first.

As for the sword wound, he didn't even think about it. Compared with the injury he suffered on the sword puppet bridge of the transmission tower, it is really a small amount.

After all, Tang Su is excellent at swordsmanship and dodges quickly. He suddenly retracted his neck, and the blade of his sword wiped his Adam's apple, and the crisis of life and death was avoided. As soon as his mind was steady, he turned the purple light sword in his hand, lifted the infinite sword Qi, and slashed it.

At the same time, he felt that the sword wound under his left shoulder was freezing cold and his vitality was rapidly losing. He hastened to continue the move reluctantly, while urging the true Qi to gush Qi and blood. A stream of blood shot out of the wound and landed on the polyp rock.

The remnant blood falls to the ground, on which grows several white Xuan Yin orchids. These red blood quickly turns black, and the vitality is exhausted. Fortunately, the strange orchid on Gouzhu sword has been expelled from the body by his blood spurting, so he can avoid this vicious plot. But his counterattack moves have also been discounted.

After Gouzhu easily defused the attack, the extremely cold Xuanyin orchid danced with the sword edge, interlaced with the countless purple light of Tang Su's purple light sword. From a distance, it was clear that the two groups of purple and white streamers were competing for each other's brilliance. It was still unclear who was in the ascendant.

The living hall swayed again and continued to click. The whole hall slowly split into two parts. Several stone pillars, several tens of feet high, could no longer be supported. They collapsed and hit several positions, and the soil sand splashed like smoke.

There were foundation building friars stationed in those positions, but they were punished and disturbed. Most of them were shocked by divine consciousness and fainted to the ground. This was hit by a huge stone, but there is no body left.

The stone platform where Tang Su and Gou Zhu were located also began to crack, revealing a large seam. The strong wind poured in from the cracks on both sides of the hall, making a huge whine in the hall.

At the same time, the light of heaven and earth outside also shot in. The sky was bright, and the scene in the dilapidated living hall became more and more clear. The wind is blowing up and the sand and rocks are flying. They are all fighting for swordsmanship. They seem to turn a deaf ear to everything outside and turn a blind eye to it.

Flying in the sandy soil, two teenagers, one tall and burly, handsome face, in the eyes of the British. The other was slender and thin, with cold twinkling eyes. Both of them were hunting in robes, with blood in their white clothes. Their swords were flying in their hands. The sword light of purple and white was flickering in the wind, and endless killing opportunities were flying with the wind.

Tang Su's swordsmanship is excellent. His moves are like the roar of a tiger and the singing of a dragon. His momentum is magnificent and gradually dominates. But it's just the surface.

Although the sword skill of Gouzhu is not as high as Tang Su's, and his moves are various, it is insidious and strange. He is not afraid of life and death, and sometimes he exchanges injuries for injuries. Both of them were decorated in many places. Tang Su had a headache.

After all, he came to end the old resentment and cut off his own demons. He wants to be successful, but he doesn't want to die. And hook Zhu is different. I am in a hurry to save people, but you dare to stop me. I really want to play with you!

He is like a poisonous snake in the grass. The more you force it, the more you suppress him, the more he will be like a dying snake. He will not want his own life at any time, but will fight back to bite.