NABC Chapter 37 The Spirit of the Second Brother, Man and Sword United
Chapter 37 The Spirit of the Second Brother, Man and Sword United
"You dare kill my junior brother? Prepare to die!"
Amidst the shouts.
Li Xin felt a gust of wind rush towards him, and the air seemed to explode with a loud rumbling sound.
A huge, bright orange stick was brought down from mid-air.
He chuckled softly, then slightly pushed off with his feet, sliding half a foot away from the spot...
The giant club swept across his chest, landing on the ground and creating a deep crater.
At the same time, gravel flew up.
The stick suddenly rose, like a giant python turning over, catching up with the flying stones and clods of earth, and struck horizontally, thundering as it hit his chest again.
"That's incredibly strong."
Only then did Li Xin see it clearly.
The attacker turned out to be the short, stocky monk behind Monk Jinzhong, who was blowing a long, thick, suona-like instrument that produced a deep, desolate sound.
This man was in his thirties and had an ordinary appearance.
Previously, he was just an inconspicuous member of the band...
At this moment, it transformed into a Vajra roaring and suddenly pounced out, displaying extreme ferocity.
The nine-hole suona that makes sounds is not actually a real musical instrument, but a strangely shaped one-legged bronze figure.
The bronze figure danced, and a powerful wind swept through...
As it shattered the air, it also emitted a strange, whimpering sound that pierced the eardrums like the wailing of ghosts, causing unease in the heart.
At this moment, Li Xin was at the peak of his energy after killing the enemy, and he felt that his muscles, bones and skin were all in perfect condition.
Although the unicorn bronze man attacked fiercely, and his movements were as powerful as a tidal wave, he couldn't even touch a hair on his head.
His figure moved swiftly, changing with the circumstances and turning at will.
Like a phantom in broad daylight.
Their clothes fluttered in the wind, blown backward by the powerful gust of wind unleashed by the bronze figure.
"Catch the knife."
I heard a clear shout.
Senior Sister Cheng Feiyan, however, was alarmed as she watched from the side. She reached behind her, snatched the goose-wing longsword from her elder brother Cheng Dalong's hand, and swung it at him.
call out……
The blade flashed and arrived.
Li Xin didn't even turn his head. He caught the knife in his hand, rolled in mid-air, and laughed loudly: "Monk, you take my knife too."
I just received the knife.
Li Xin had a feeling.
It seemed that the knife was completely connected to his arm, and even his soul.
The knife is the person, and the person is the knife.
Even if there's a mountain right in front of you, you can still split it in two.
In the blink of an eye, he didn't have time to think about why he felt this way.
The blade seemed to possess a spirit, leaping like an elf, gently parting the unicorn bronze figure, transforming into a halo of light, and slashing down upon it.
call out……
The air was sliced apart like ripples on water.
"Le Wuba, retreat quickly!"
The monk Jinzhong suddenly spoke, his voice urgent.
The short, stocky monk Le Wuba was initially fighting with a wild and unrestrained attitude, wielding a bronze figure that resembled a spear and a hammer, maneuvering wildly.
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and I could have turned this kid who killed my junior brother into mincemeat.
Just as he was pressing his strength again, he suddenly felt the unicorn bronze figure in his hand being pulled off course.
The power surged forth uncontrollably and could not be contained in time.
A cold glint flashed before my eyes.
The Master's shouts rang in my ears again.
He instinctively leaned back, the bronze figure slightly raised, its long handle resting on his forehead.
The sharp blade had already cleaved a line of blood down his bald head, barely managing to stop it with the hilt.
Just as he was increasing his strength to block, he was about to use the force to swing his fist again.
Strangely, the bronze figure seemed ethereal and unaffected by any force.
It seemed that the opponent's menacing sword light was just an illusion.
But why were there marks on his scalp from being slashed?
Before he could react...
My right hand is in excruciating pain.
Amidst the splatter of blood, four fingers flew out of his hand.
"Excellent swordsmanship."
Le Wuba cried out in pain; his injury only fueled his ferocity.
With a furious roar, he pressed down heavily with his severed finger, gripping the blade firmly, the back of his hand gleaming faintly with gold.
Clearly, he has pushed the Vajra Body of Body Protection to its limit.
Lockblade...
He only took two blows before he understood that his opponent's swordsmanship and movement were simply exquisite.
The interplay of reality and illusion is like a gazelle hanging its horns, perfectly natural.
It's like the attackers weren't just one person with one knife.
Rather, it was a knife that had come to life.
All that could be seen was the flash of blades, but no one.
If we can't even see where the enemy is, how can we fight?
His swordsmanship is swift and unpredictable, with feints and real moves constantly shifting, making it impossible to defend against.
If this fight continues, my head will be gone in less than three moves.
Therefore, to continue fighting with weapons and adaptability at this point would be extremely foolish.
Only by trading injury for injury, by fighting for one's life, can one have even a sliver of hope of victory.
Le Wuba made decisions extremely quickly.
The thought flashed through my mind, and I acted immediately.
Even if it means sacrificing one hand, I will still lock Li Xin's longsword in my grasp for a fleeting moment.
At the same time, he clenched his left fist, stepped forward, and struck.
His body leaned forward, as if a mountain were collapsing.
boom……
The fist struck like a wave, leaving a white gas trail in Li Xin's chest.
Li Xin raised an eyebrow. He seemed to hear the mournful cry of the long sword in his hand, and he could feel the sword's thirst for blood and its disdain for all living beings.
Should I avoid your sharp edge?
A strange feeling welled up inside me.
Li Xin laughed heartily.
At this moment, he neither retreated nor avoided, nor did he discard his sword.
With a slight turn of the blade, the opponent's right wrist was severed.
At the same time, he slightly raised his left fist, preparing to deliver a punch to the waist.
Boom!
Two fists clashing.
Both of them were violently shaken at the same time.
Le Wuba's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer stand steadily, stumbling back four or five steps.
Li Xin leaned back, using the recoil to fall backward. He felt a tingling numbness on the left side of his body, and the blood and qi in his arm were actually scattered.
With this punch, he channeled his energy using the divine will of Erlang Shen, bringing his [physical fitness] to 26 points, which translates to approximately 780 jin (about 340 catties) of basic strength.
Then, using the Qian Yuan Gang Jin he had previously comprehended, he unleashed his full power, totaling over a thousand jin of attack force.
I thought I would have the upper hand.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's punches were equally powerful, and his body was extremely tough.
The two fists clashed, and both were knocked back, their blood boiling with excitement.
Before Li Xin even landed after his fall, he lightly tapped the trunk of the jujube tree with his long sword.
The blade bent slightly, *clang*...
His body shot out like an arrow.
Turn a retreat into an attack...
As he spun, the long sword passed under his armpit and with a whoosh, it was once again aimed at Le Wuba's eyes.
They came and went as fast as lightning.
With a flash of light, the blade pierced the opponent's eye and broke through their skull.
Le Wuba's whole body was sore and weak from the shock, and his blood and qi had not yet calmed down.
With his hands hanging limply at his sides, he watched helplessly as the knife struck, with no way to dodge it.
Pfft...
His head was tilted back slightly, the fierce and savage look on his face had not yet faded, and he felt nothing at all.
"Le Wuba".
The monk Jinzhong was furious.
He had great confidence in his two apprentices, and simply watched the battle from the sidelines with his hands behind his back.
Unexpectedly, the first to be killed was his second disciple, Nadahe, who was killed in just a few moves.
I hadn't even had time to savor the heartache.
The eldest disciple has already fought his way out.
They had the upper hand, but unexpectedly, after the opponent received the knife, they exchanged a few blows and, in the blink of an eye, the opponent killed the eldest disciple.
This is absolutely outrageous!
Amidst the roars.
The monk Jinzhong had no longer cared about his status.
With a roar, he stomped his foot heavily...
His figure seemed to vanish for a moment, and the next instant, he had already placed a palm on his eldest disciple Le Wuba's back.
Li Xin had not yet drawn his long sword.
He felt a powerful and vast energy suddenly surge from the head of Le Wuba, along the blade.
The blade instantly turned crimson.
With a violent tremor in his arm, his five fingers snapped open, and he flew backward.
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