693: C693 Sword Sect Er Er

C693 Sword Sect Er Er

"It seems those silver needles are very effective." Qin Lang's mouth twitched a little.

Qin Lang's battle intent was even stronger, and he attacked first. Half of the broken blade flashed in the air, and the blade light became more and more brilliant. The blade light tore through the sky.

"Dang!"

At this moment, Yuvzhong Luye wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he raised his blade and attacked Qin Lang head-on.

This time, neither of them had the upper hand. Both of them took a step back, and Qin Lang raised his blade and swung it at the air for more than twenty times. The blade was sharp, and it left marks on the air.

After the Pound Medicine True Scripture's record of the blade technique was deduced by Qin Lang, even Yuvzhong Luye, who was known as a grandmaster of the sword sect, was secretly shocked.

"What kind of sword art is this?" Yuvzhong Luye couldn't help but ask, but his feet didn't slow down at all. Almost every strike of his sword could quickly seal off the incoming blade light.

The sound of the broken sword in the night sky colliding with the samurai sword was crisp and clear to the ears.

After Qin Lang attacked eighteen times, Yuvzhong Luye shook his right hand and returned the attack.

As Yuvzhong Luye slashed, the air seemed to tremble. It was extremely overbearing.

"Dang!"

Qin Lang raised his blade to block.

The terror of this slash could not be described with words. In Qin Lang's eyes, only the sharpness of the samurai sword remained.

Not only did it shake the night sky, but it also shook Qin Lang's heart. Before the edge of the blade had even stopped, that terrifying power had already been deeply instilled into Qin Lang's heart.

Xiang Yayue subconsciously retreated again.

"Dang -"

With a loud sound, Qin Lang's body shook. The blade was hit by Yuvzhong Luye's samurai sword. He poured his strength into it and crashed into Qin Lang's body.

Qin Lang's footsteps became weak, and he was sent flying backwards.

After five to six meters, Qin Lang twisted his body, and his feet landed on the ground, stopping and falling.

His blood and Qi rolled.

Half of the broken blade was broken again.

"Earth Realm?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Qin Lang's face.

"Yuv Zhong, you actually used silver needles to forcefully break through?"

Looks like you really hate me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be courting death like this. "

If he forcefully broke through, he would become a cripple regardless of whether he lived or died.

At the very least, his internal organs would be injured, and he would no longer be able to use martial arts. At the worst, his meridians would be broken, and he would die.

"As long as I can kill you, I don't care even if I die."

Yuvzhong Luye roared. He didn't hold back at all, and with a cold expression, he once again charged in front of Qin Lang.

Another slash was launched.

"Swoosh!"

The tip of the blade had yet to arrive, but the killing intent was already sharp.

"Kill!"

Qin Lang's eyes turned cold. He held the broken blade with both hands and drew a perfect arc in the air.

"Dang!"

Another crisp sound was heard. The two blades collided fiercely. Yuvzhong Luye and Qin Lang both took five or six steps back.

The grass on the ground was in a complete mess. A few rocks even cracked.

Yuvzhong Luye's eyes were completely bloodshot, and he didn't even gasp for breath. He raised his samurai blade and slashed down again.

Fast and ruthless.

At this moment, Qin Lang felt his field of vision was filled with killing intent.

He was about to retreat with all his strength when he suddenly felt dizzy and his consciousness stagnated.

When he regained consciousness, the katana was already in front of him.

Qin Lang could only raise his weapon and hurriedly block upwards.

"Clang!"

The samurai's blade slashed down and the two blades collided.

A crisp sound spread out in all directions, and a fierce wind blew across the sky, causing grass to fly everywhere.

A muffled groan came from Qin Lang's mouth.

Xiang Yayue and the others saw that Qin Lang had been struck by a blade, and his entire body was sent flying backwards.

Although Qin Lang had been mentally prepared for Yuvzhong Luye's strength, he had never thought that he would be able to unleash such a powerful attack.

This slash was too fast and overbearing!

Furthermore, he also discovered that ___ had applied poison on his katana, causing him to be poisoned after several collisions.

"Old fellow, you really are going all out."

Qin Lang took out an antidote pill and swallowed it, slowing down his own injuries.

"Kill!"

Yuvzhong Luye charged again.

Qin Lang shook his right hand and grabbed another knife to protect himself.

"Whiz, whiz, whiz!"

Yuvzhong Luye slashed out thirty-six times in one breath. The knife was sharp and fierce, and all of them carried the tragic momentum of a warrior leaving.

Qin Lang blocked all of the incoming samurai blades.

However, every time they collided, Qin Lang felt a pain in the middle of his thumb and forefinger, and his blood boiled as well.

After another 36 strikes, Yuvzhong Luye and Qin Lang fought to the death.

Qin Lang's expression became serious. Yuvzhong Luye had been injected with stimulants, and with just one punch, he could probably kill a few cows.

However, Qin Lang soon caught a clue. Yuvzhong Luye's eyes also had a touch of anxiety.

A clue that he could not defeat after attacking for a long time.

After more than a hundred slashes, Qin Lang found that the pressure on him had started to decrease.

Yuvzhong Luye's strength began to fade.

Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat.

"Yuvzhong Luye, your unorthodox means are pretty good, but it's a pity that you forcefully broke through. Furthermore, you have an old and weak body, so you won't be able to last long."

"I can feel that your Qi has become chaotic, and your strength is also beginning to fade."

Qin Lang's eyes sparkled. "At most twenty moves, and you won't be able to do it."

Yuvzhong Luye's eyes turned cold. "I don't know what you are talking about. It's just that no matter how much strength I have, it will be enough to kill you."

Qin Lang smiled brightly. He did not block any more attacks, but used the Windward Willow Step to dodge.

After another sixteen consecutive attacks, Yuvzhong Luye had stabbed empty air. His face became even gloomier, and his forehead was beaded with sweat.

"Plop!"

When Yuvzhong Luye missed his target again, and his body trembled slightly, Qin Lang suddenly shook half of his broken blade and slashed at Yuvzhong Luye with lightning speed.

It flashed and disappeared in a flash!

Yuvzhong Luye's expression changed drastically. He could feel Qin Lang's power. He shouted angrily and waved the warrior sword to block the attack.

"Dang!"

Qin Lang's blade pierced through the blade light.

With a loud bang, the blade light instantly exploded. It couldn't withstand the penetrating force of the broken blade at all.

"Slash!"

The momentum of the broken blade didn't decrease at all. It went straight for Yuvzhong Luye's chest.

The blade that was ready to strike had a killing intent that could topple mountains and overturn seas. It was as if it would never stop until it reached its goal.

Yuvzhong Luye's expression was completely ugly. He could feel the aura of death. He subconsciously waved the samurai sword and retreated at the same time.

However, the lethality of Qin Lang's attack had completely exceeded Yuvzhong Luye's imagination.

"Slash!"

Yuvzhong Luye used his katana to press down on the broken sword, and retreated as fast as he could.

"Feng, sword!" Qin Lang shouted.

Qin Lang leaned forward and gently picked up the black sword with his left hand. He swung the black sword.

"No..."

Yuvzhong Luye's heart trembled. He roared and pressed all of his power into the sword. He did his best to jump back.2

However, just as he was halfway back, the black sword sliced through his chest.

A stream of fresh blood shot out.

A few silver needles also fell.

"Plop!"

With a sharp sound, Yuvzhong Luye, who had fallen to the ground, trembled. Like a deflated balloon, he slowly returned to his original appearance.

However, he looked older, more haggard, and more aged. "

It was clear that the battle just now had drained quite a bit of his vitality.

Yuvzhong Luye did not shout or struggle. He only covered his wound and leaned against the pillar.

He was not dead. There was still a little bit of distance left.

However, the outcome had been decided, and his life was still in Qin Lang's hands.

"Argh!"

Upon seeing this scene, many Japanese felt extremely sad and sad, as if their mental energy had been castrated.

Their eyes focused on Qin Lang, as if a huge sun was setting in their eyes, and an even brighter sun was rising.

The remaining dozen Japanese men and women looked as if they had lost their parents.

Xiang Yayue was also dumbfounded. She had never thought that Qin Lang would be able to defeat Yuvzhong Luye.

"Protect Mister Yuv Zhong."

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