C1203 Cherry Blossom in Full Bloom(2)
C1203 Cherry Blossom in Full Bloom(2)
Thus, as soon as the bloody white blade battle started, Mr. Cang He from the Broken Knife Flow and Shangdao Yinghua from Nanfang's group aimed at each other and roared as they pounced on each other.
However, the terrain of the Blue Valley was complicated. It was only a few hundred meters wide, and there were more than two hundred people fighting in it. The scene was chaotic, and people were running all over the place, their blades flying everywhere.
The leaders of both factions were protected by the best of the best.
Only by ensuring the safety of their leader could the warriors on their side be at ease.
Otherwise, after the leader burps, he will quickly suffer a crushing defeat.
After the free-for-all had begun, white blades could be seen flashing everywhere. Some were from the enemies, while others were from their own side.
If one was not careful, one would be struck, that was for sure.
The smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger as people fell to the ground while screaming in pain.
Mister Cang He, who was strenuously initiating this battle, began to feel regret.
Never in his dreams did he expect that a ruffian who wasn't even in his sights would have such valiant fighting strength.
No, it wasn't that his battle prowess was strong.
Basically, all they knew was how to hack and hack with their sabers, and they didn't have any proper moves.
Every slash from a good man like the Broken Knife Flow had a name that pleased the eyes?
What did he mean by sweeping away the three armies? What did he mean by hacking Huashan? What did he mean by Black Tiger's heart?
However, the majority of them were hoodlums who had not received any training and only knew how to randomly cut people, and did not care about their lives!
What did he mean by 'don't want to die'?
He was the one who did not care about the profound moves that the heroes of Broken Knife Flow used on them, nor did he notice the follow up movements of the 'Moon Seizing Sect'. He merely fiercely hacked and hacked without any regards for anything else.
Zang He saw with his own eyes that his most proud disciple suddenly stabbed out a long blade from his chest before he could even retrieve the blade after chopping down two of Nanfang's lackeys.
Zang He's heart clenched in pain.
He had carefully trained his last disciple for the past few years, and was prepared to take over the position of Broken Knife Flow Sect Leader next.
How did he die in this battle?
The last disciple still had many exquisite moves that he had yet to use.
What made Zang He nearly vomit blood was that Nanfang, who tried to assassinate the last disciple with a knife, was kicked in the stomach earlier when he was about to pounce on someone with a long blade. As he fell back with a scream, the long sword took advantage of the opportunity and stabbed into the back of the last disciple.
A chaotic battle.
Cang He finally realized why Shangdao Yinghua, who had a bunch of hoodlums under her, dared to accept the Broken Knife Flow competition that was full of experts.
No matter how high your martial arts are, you won't be able to unleash Guain in this large-scale battle where you can't use your advantage.
Killing the old master with random fists, he was talking about what was in front of him.
There was one more thing that he could not accept. How could he not care about his own life!
All of them were like mad bulls that had been injected with chicken blood. Their eyes were bloodshot as they roared and ferociously chopped, disregarding life and death.
"Ah!
Xiaomu Ichiro, who had been slashed a few times, finally arrived in front of Sanpang. He raised his sword and was kicked away. The katana he was holding was stabbed into the back of an enemy through a strange accident.
He did not care who this enemy was.
In his heart, there was only one 'Brother Sanpu'.
He could see his daughter's eyes no longer flying, and could hear his wife crying out in joy beneath other men.
He wanted to kill, kill, kill!
He wanted to kill everyone with Broken Knife Flow!
First kill Sanpu.
With a loud roar, Xiaomu Ichiro pulled out the long knife that was stabbed into the enemy's back, and jumped towards San Pu once again.
In the time it took for him to draw his sword, San Pao had already rushed towards him with an evil grin, thrusting his long sword straight at his heart.
Instinctively, Xiaomu Ichiro dodged to the side and bumped into someone, causing him to stagger.
Puff!
The incomparably sharp katana pierced into his body like a pair of chopsticks cutting through snow.
Fortunately, he had dodged the attack in time and was able to avoid the attack.
Three excellent, full strength thrusts, a blade stabbed into Xiaomu Ichiro's right shoulder.
Although this slash wasn't fatal, Sanpang didn't think that Xiaomu Ichiro would be able to fight him after getting seriously injured.
He laughed sinisterly and shouted loudly: "Little Mu Jun, do you know? Your wife's skills in bed are quite outstanding. She makes me want to die every time. He said he was going to marry me. Ha, ha, ha, will I marry her? When I play three or five more months, I'll introduce her to the movies. "Let all the men in the world …"
As he shouted, Xiaomu Ichiro, who had been stabbed in the right shoulder by his long blade, suddenly leaned forward!
A long, sharp blade followed his momentum, and the tip of the blade pierced out from behind.
The smile on Sanpu's face froze.
After Xiaomu Ichiro was cut by the knife, the knife that was left hanging on the ground due to the intense pain pierced into his heart from under the fourth rib under his left rib like a viper with its head raised.
"Can she give you this comfort?"
Xiaomu Ichiro turned the knife handle in his hands.
San Pu's excellent body trembled as if it had been electrocuted.
Xinn'er shattered.
He didn't understand how Xiaomu Ichiro, who he regarded as a good-for-nothing, could have stabbed him even when he was about to die.
It was him. It was obviously Xiaomu Ichiro's, okay?
Fair, where is it?
Heaven, where is it?
"Kill!"
Following a somewhat childish roar, there was a crisp clank that woke Xiaomu Ichiro up from his deep thoughts of revenge.
It was Mutou who blocked the blade for him in time.
"Kill!"
Xiaomu Ichiro's body suddenly trembled. He roared and withdrew his long blade. A long blade was stabbed into his right shoulder. Xiaomu Ichiro raised the long blade with a face full of blood and slashed at a black robed warrior.
Those who were supposed to fight against the top ten with Broken Knife Flow alone, were forced to retreat step by step by a group of hooligans they viewed as a motley crowd.
Mr. Canghe finally understood.
The hundred people that Shangdao Yinghua had sent out were all lunatics who had a blood feud with Broken Knife Flow.
They did not care about their own casualties. They only wanted to perish together with the enemy.
Broken Knife Flow was defeated.
Mr. Cang He no longer needed to look to know that his side had been completely defeated.
They weren't defeated in terms of equipment or outstanding killing techniques, but rather in front of an unforgettable aggro.
As the Great Master of the Broken Knife Flow, Cang He was very clear that after losing this battle, not only would Blue Orchid Valley change its surname, there would no longer be any Broken Knife Flow left in the world.
The thought of the Broken Knife Flow, which had been passed down for more than a thousand years and had won the respect of the people, had disappeared in his own hands. It was as if a knife was being used to dig into Mr. Zang He's heart.
"No, no! That's not what I want to see. I have to turn the tide, and turn the tide! "
Mr. Zang He suddenly roared out loud. With both of his hands holding onto his saber, he fiercely pushed off the guards who were desperately protecting him, and rushed towards Shangdao Yinghua who was over ten meters away from him.
He still had a chance to turn the tide.
That was to kill the boss of Nanfang's group, Shangdao Yinghua.
As long as he could kill that woman, even if Broken Knife Flow was killed to the point where he was the only one left, he would still be considered as the victor.
He's here, his Broken Knife Flow is here.
What was there to fear if the disciple died?
Dong Yang has over a hundred million citizens. As long as they can keep their feet on the ground and develop and grow, it will take at most ten years for their Broken Knife Flow to still stand proud in the east of the world.
As Zang He pounced on Shangdao Yinghua, the latter saw him as well.
"Get out of the way!"
Knowing that the most critical moment had come, Shangdao Yinghua kicked Gala, who was standing in front of her, away. She put her broken blade that was tightly clenched in her hands on her right shoulder and rushed over with a shout.
She wanted to completely stabilize herself in Dongyang so that the authorities would not dare to underestimate her. Then, the current Sect Leader of the Broken Knife Flow would be the best opportunity to do so.
It was as if the heavens wished for the two bosses to have an exciting final showdown. Thus, when the two of them charged at each other in rage, regardless of whether it was the enemy or the enemy, all of their underlings dodged it with good eyes.
Clang!
Along with the sound of weapons clashing that echoed throughout the Vale of Canglan, dark-red sparks suddenly exploded.
It disappeared in a flash.
When Mr. Cang He was fighting with his life on the line, the energy that he unleashed would even cause the world to change color — how could Shangdao Yinghua contend against him?
Fresh blood flowed from Shangdao Yinghua's mouth.
If she hadn't tied the handle of the sabre with a white cloth before the battle, the sabre would have definitely flown out of her hand after the collision.
Strength wasn't something that a woman was good at.
Female killers were basically all ruthless.
Most importantly, Mr. and Shangdao Yinghua are now a good replica of Xiaomu Ichiro and Sanpu.
One was to solve the problem in one go, while the other was for the survival of his own faction.
Shangdao Yinghua was obviously not as good as Mr. Zang He when it came to fighting to the death.
She just wanted to kill, but she didn't want to die.
Her man had come back from overseas alive, and he would appear before her in a few days, holding her sexy body in his arms, biting her most sensitive part, sending her flying through the clouds — how could she bear to die when she had not yet experienced that kind of ecstasy?
On the other hand, Mr. Zang He, who had placed his Broken Knife Flow and survival in his ultimate battle with her, had already put his life and death on the line, and only fought with everything he had without defending. He could obviously win against her in terms of momentum, just like how Xiaomu Ichiro, who was at an absolute disadvantage, could successfully kill three opponents despite being heavily injured.
On the battlefield, those who were more afraid of death died faster.
The more fearless a person was, the more likely they would survive.
After the saber was chopped out, Mr. Zang He did not stop at all. He roared again and swept his saber horizontally towards Shangdao Yinghua's neck.
Shangdao Yinghua, who had lost both of her arms due to the shock, gritted her teeth and used her blade.
Clang!
Another crisp sound.
This time, Shangdao Yinghua's luck was not as good as before.
After her long blade was swung away, the tip of Mr. Cang He's blade swept across her left shoulder.
Suddenly, a pool of blood appeared under the sunlight. It was very eye-catching.
However, there wasn't a large chunk of flesh that was cut off. The tip of the blade had ruthlessly slashed across her shoulder, creating a bloody wound.
As the fresh blood fell, it sprinkled onto Shangdao Yinghua's back.
They were like blossoming cherry blossoms.
"Boss!"
Gala, who was kicked to the side by Shangdao Yinghua, saw Shangdao Yinghua's blood splatter all over the place. He screamed in fear and was about to pounce at her, but was blocked by the rest of the Broken Knife Flow.
The Broken Knife Flow that had suffered heavy losses due to underestimating the enemy, under the current cruel situation of survival, had actually erupted into a ruthlessness that Nanfang Group was afraid of.
This was because they knew very well that whether Mr. Cang He could successfully kill Shangdao Yinghua or not had a decisive impact on their chances of leaving the battlefield alive today.
Therefore, even though Gala was extremely worried about Shangdao Yinghua's safety and was leading the group of people to charge over like a fierce tiger, the people from Broken Knife Flow would rather die than block them.
"Bitch, go to hell!"
After the first cut, Mr. Cang He's confidence was greatly boosted. With a vicious smile, he raised the blade for the third time and rushed towards Shangdao Yinghua.