Xu Zhu still had tears on his face, his expression was ferocious, and his body was slightly tilted. His pampered body could not completely avoid it. The ring knife cut a blood line deep in his fingernails on Xu Zhu’s chest, pounced on the ground and pierced into the large pillar next to the hall. It went about a foot deep, and the blade trembled continuously, making a buzzing sound.
Xu Zhu closed his hands to his chest, clamped the sweeping sword of the horse, and then twisted the sword. Unexpectedly, the power on the sword could not be stopped like a wave, and it was a little unstoppable. Xu Zhu’s whole body of strength was transported to his hands, his face was blood-red, his foot was unstable, and he was pushed back and retreated.
The back of his feet softened, and he kicked something. It was the corpse that Xu Zhu rolled up before. As soon as he screamed, he fell down on his back. The sword cut through his palm and broke out. Xu Zhu still dared to stay there, and his majestic body formed a ball and rolled backwards.
Ding Yi turned his wrist and the heavy horse-slashing sword trembled slightly in his hand. He used the soft sword technique around his fingers, which was extremely agile. He chased out with a big step, lifting the weight as lightly, and the tip of the sword could not be carved on the ball.
The soft sword technique of the round finger was learned when Ding Yi and the sword immortal Zhuo Yiren. This sword technique is the unique skill of Wudang. It uses its dense and meticulous meaning and uses it with a soft sword or a flat long sword, which is named as a thin rope around the girl’s fingers. Ding Yi’s body is connected at this time, and his internal strength is like a great river in the Yangtze River. He does not learn sword moves, but only learns the sword intent. The sword of the horse is as easy as a branch on his hand, cutting Xu Zhu’s skin and making achievements in one fell swoop.
Xu Zhu’s heart is cold, his butt is cold, his thighs are cold, his arms are cold, his whole body is like a lingchi, and his slender blood beads are sprinkled.
Speaking of which, Xu Zhu lost unjustly. He was born in the countryside and did not like Jia unless he rushed to the battlefield. I went in and out of the imperial city with the lord many times, but I didn’t feel that there was any danger, so I was bare-shirted. If I had heavy armor on my body, I would be bounced away when I flew around the fingers. The light and agile cutting of the soft sword technique would be like scratching the shoe; not to mention that due to the environment, my mind was taken away, my heart was sad and angry, and my eyes were blurred. I was always passive since the battle, and I could defend Ding Yi’s speed.
A loud shout came from the ball: “Stop, Xu is willing to surrender, Your Majesty, help me!” The voice was majestic and shrill, with a hint of despair. Then the ball suddenly bounced from the ground, spread its body, jumped up in the air, fell down on all sides, kneeled on the ground like a gambling, giving up resistance, and stared at Emperor Xian Liu Xie, who was sitting next to the wall in the distance, and kowtowed continuously. Blood and tears continued on his face, and many water droplets mixed with blood fell to the ground.
Dozens of people rushed into the hall, all of whom were shocked. Xu Zhu was covered in blood and kept kowtowing. Ding Yi’s horse-slaying sword was placed on Xu Zhu’s side shoulders. As Xu Zhu knelt down, he couldn’t stop rising and falling. He could cut Xu Zhu’s thick neck with just a light send. On the middle of the hall are Cao Cao’s head and Cao Hong’s half-pull body. At the innermost part is Emperor Xian Liu Xie, who is sitting in the middle. On the right is the back with a expressionless face, and on the left is Concubine Dong with tears on her face.
Dozens of people were stunned for a moment, and then more than ten people snatched out and shouted loudly.He rushed towards Ding Yi while drinking.
No matter whether Xu Zhu surrenders is true or false, Ding Yishou’s horse sword shakes gently, and the thick ridge on the plane hits Xu Zhu’s neck-side artery heavily. Xu Zhu pushes the golden mountain and turns the jade pillar, suddenly stops the sound and faints.
Ding Yi rushed into the crowd, deliberately establishing his authority, holding the Great Sword of Killing Horse in both hands, and dancing a ball of silver light, as if he was heavy and crushed over. The sword light was filled with energy, shaving the guards’ eyes and faces hurt. Several long halberds were broken into two pieces in front of him. Several guards could not retreat to the same fate as the long halberd. Two cups of ring swords were smashed to the ground. The sword swept back and forth, several heads soared into the sky. The dozens of people rushing up to the sky, and they were staggering, and they died in a blink of an eye. The other guards formed a battle formation, but could not rush up. They were forced to retreat step by step by step, and squeezed into a group of guards who wanted to pour in from behind.