Chapter 1001 The Eight Grandmasters died outside the city, and the Beimang Army was killed and injured.
Then the Central Plains Sword Forest is indeed as Chai Qingshan said, one peak after another, continuous, and the scene is so grand! It is definitely not that there is no swordsman besides Deng Tai’a, nor that there is no sword move outside of Li Chungang’s two-sleeved green snake!
Since Murong Baoding was just sturdy, Chai Qingshan was in power and was unforgivable. He slashed down with a sword in the air, just like a waterfall spreading out in the long rain. The sword energy in front of Murong Baoding was filled with sword energy, like a hanging waterfall.
Murong Baoding took a deep breath, and finally no longer hoped to simply carry it with his priceless armor and Vajra body. He punched him quickly and as fast as thunder. He punched him on the “waterfall” made of abundant sword energy, and the “waterfall” thunder thunder.
The fist breaks the sword energy, showing the shape of floating clouds and scattering snow.
Chai Qingshan didn’t care, and quickly moved forward with a sword straight forward. Although the three-foot long sword in his hand “Green Water” pierced Murong Baoding’s eyebrows, at the same time, between the two, no less than forty sword energy was generated around the Green Water Sword. The sword energy was each rushing forward, but the sword intent was in line with each other.
Chai Qingshan’s sword was thirty years old and realized the feeling of watching the spring. There was a third spring in the world that was commented by the Great Tea Saint in the Old Dongyue Kingdom. The middle road was blocked by protruding stone rocks, and the water was slightly sluggish, and hundreds of wisps of fine water flowed long and fell into the spring pool. Chai Qingshan once told two proud disciples that this sword was at its peak, with eighty swords in one breath, and the diamond turned into powder.
It’s a pity that this sword master could only produce forty swords in one go, but even so, the sword power was already very grand and terrifying.
Murong Baoding snorted angrily, and he actually wanted to retreat. While his burly body retreated rapidly, his cross-arm stretched out his five fingers like a hook, controlled the energy and grabbed the man and horse, blocking the long curtain of sword rain created by the thriving sword energy.
Chai Qingshan stabbed the head of the war horse with a sword, his wrist trembled lightly, and the poor war horse and the cavalry immediately dismembered and splattered out.
Taking advantage of this gap, Murong Baoding was one of the few martial arts masters in Beimang. He stepped out with one foot and retreated half a step, and his aura instantly reached the peak. He expected Chai Qingshan would inevitably continue to rush forward, and swung his punch into the air in front of him, and the fist spirit exploded and broke through the air.
Faced with Murong Baoding’s domineering fist, Chai Qingshan, one sword of his own, continued to move forward without any stagnation, but the old man turned his body slightly and let the qi blew the left shoulder to smash, and a sword as fast as a storm hit Murong Baoding’s chest accurately.
Replace injury with injury, exchange death with death.
Murong Baoding’s energy sinks into the Dantian. In this moment, he actually thought he had no power to fight back and chose to defend himself.
The qi in the body flowed rapidly, a face radiating a dark yellow look, and his feet were rooted on the earth, still as motionless as a mountain.
Three-foot green edge, the sword energy breaks through the armor, and its momentum is like a bamboo.
After the tip of the sword hit Murong Baoding’s chest, the sword bent and instantly looked like an arcThe moon is almost the full moon in the end!
Chai Qingshan, whose shoulders were shattered and covered in blood, laughed and said, “Get out!”
The burly and strong Murong Baoding was picked up by this sword and smashed out like a kite with a broken string!
After landing heavily, Murong Baoding’s face turned pale. He did not look down, but still stared at the elderly swordsman. He just reached out to wipe it with a scarlet palm.
Chai Qingshan, who was surrounded by the Beimang cavalry, had to use his sword to kill the desperate cavalry who were swarming in.
So the line of sight was blocked between the two.
Murong Baoding took the opportunity to slap the ground with his palm, stood up again, and was still scared – this old guy is a little difficult to deal with!
Murong Baoding, who was unwilling to confront him head-on, kept sweeping back and said in anger: “Crash him to death!”
With Chai Qingshan as the center of the circle, the Beimang cavalry began to charge quickly and rush away.
The cavalry located at the outermost periphery finally had the opportunity to show the cavalry and shooting skills of the grassland cavalry. The nobleman who was scattered his life has already given his life to death. No matter whether he is enemies or us, just shoot and kill!
Chai Qingshan, who wanted to stop the cavalry from rushing and break the arrow rain, was like a dragon. When he was in death, the old man still tried to break through the cavalry formation to chase and avoid fighting, but the wound on his chest was pulled by the qi, and the blood turned into a strange black green color. He was only one line away from rushing out of the encirclement accumulated by the Beimang cavalry with his lives.
Murong Baoding, who had retreated again and again, had retreated to the front of the Winter Thunder Spirit Cavalry, with a ferocious face and a mouthful of blood. If it weren’t for the extremely poisonous quenching of Liu’s sword, he might have been chased by Chai Qingshan. It’s not that he will lose. Murong Baoding is still confident to slowly waste this old man to death. But how can the life of Chai Qingshan, who is bound to die, be compared with his Murong Baoding’s life!
He focused more on Wei Miao. If that guy wanted to leave Chai Qingshan, who would undoubtedly die, retreated to Jubei City, and with Murong Baoding’s strength, he was very sure to stop him.
Looking north from the head of the city of Jubei City, or looking south from the Donglei Spirit riding on a high horse, I saw the large circle where the old man was, layered with layers of Beimang cavalry constantly rushed towards the center of the circle.
Chai Qingshan stood with one sword, holding a sword, and there were dead people around him, with corpses full of bones.
Murong Baoding suddenly raised his head.
A thunder suddenly sounded, and then a figure fell from the air.
Murong Baoding could only tilt his head in a hurry, with his arms crossed, blocking his head.
Murong Baoding was hit by this punch and half of his body fell to the ground!
It turned out that Wei Miao directly crossed the Beimang Cavalry and found Murong Baoding. There was no way out of retreat.
Murong Baoding protected his head with instinct, and indeed Wei Miao held the former with one handIn the head, a knee hit Murong Baoding!
When Murong Baoding was hit, his body plowed out a deep groove several meters long.
The dust was flying, and in the yellow sand, Wei Miao punched so fast that people saw a afterimage. Murong Baoding, wearing silver armor, retreated again and again.
Wei Miao’s punch rose and fell hard, as strong as a collapsed bow, as if it was thunder! He opened the middle door of Murong Baoding, bursting out continuously!
Finally, Wei Miao’s fist was like a baby in his arms, and his moves were not fierce, but in fact he was the most fierce.
The old master of martial arts martial arts has long been determined. Only by practicing boxing tens of thousands of times can you see your skills and strength!
Wei Miao became a fool in practicing boxing. He never slacked off for a moment with outstanding talent. He learned this style since he was young. He worked diligently every day, went into the mountains to destroy huge trees, and went into the water to hit the rivers. Perhaps he had already made millions of punches!
A punch was like smashing a big bell, with a loud bang.
After being picked out by Chai Qingshan with a sword, Murong Baoding, who occupied the right time, place and people, was hit by Wei Miao again and flew out dozens of feet. Dozens of Dong Lei Spirit Cavalry who could not dodge were hit and killed on the spot!
This Nanzhao martial arts master who should have shined in the Central Plains was beaten by Murong Baoding in the battlefield outside the North City and in the sight of thousands of Northern Mang cavalrymen! Murong Baoding’s body was so bumpy that it was almost completely damaged!
Murong Baoding, who was shaking, roared angrily, “Come again!”
Wei Miao followed like a shadow, stretched out his left arm, walked around Murong Baoding’s ear, and pressed his palm against his temple. He slapped his face as if he was too light. Murong Baoding, who was far taller than Wei Miao, had his feet off the ground, and Wei Miao punched his right hand like a thunderous blow.
The body that was originally flying backwards was pulled back by Wei Miao’s left hand and punched him in the abdomen.
That scene was funny and tragic.