refuse to be a teacher

Chapter 172 Blood Blade

At that moment, even Shen Miaozhou couldn't help opening her eyes wide and called out in a trembling voice, "Gu... Junior Brother Gu?"

Too bad she called his name wrong.

——He was never Gu Hebai, but Wen Pianhong, who managed to recover his life from Northwest Zhufengmen's subordinates.

He's just a squirrel wandering in the gutter.Disgusting and ugly, with dirty and blood stains all over, people dare not touch it close.

Everyone present, who could see Pianhong's appearance at a glance, was full of fear and astonishment.

Because there is not much difference between him and Xue Lanyin in essence.From his appearance to his demeanor, he seemed to be the same person.

But when Ya Ling's sword light soared into the sky and dazzled the eyes, and resisted the crowds of blue and black flowing souls around him, everyone began to gradually realize that the point of the matter was not Wen Pianhong's face, but the madness in all directions. A large piece of soul smoke surging and rising.

——Such cruel sorcery, which is the mainstream of internal energy, is absolutely forbidden in the Lingtai One Sword School.

Only in the border areas far in the northwest, where no one can restrain them, would someone take the risk of practicing such an unnatural technique.

Soon, some disciples in the sect reacted.

But they realized that it wasn't the right time - the spirit-calling technique that Wen Pianhong tried his best to guide was at a fierce momentum at that time, covering almost half of the bright sky.

Xue Lan had no way to escape.

Wen Pianhong waved his hand, and within a radius of ten miles, he quickly opened a huge black barrier.During the period, Ya Lingjian carefully spread the weak sword light all the way, and it was completely eaten away by the frantic and invisible wandering soul in a short time, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Xue Lan hugged Yan Jue with both hands, while avoiding the forcible interference of the evil magic, at the same time placed Yan Jue under a tree in the distance, and was about to raise his sword back, when Wen Pianhong behind him was full of great power. A vicious slap, unprepared, hit Xue Lanyin's slightly bowed back.

Yan Jue's eyelashes trembled, and subconsciously he wanted to reach out to stop Xue Lanyin's powerful palm wind from the air.

However, this time, Xue Lanyin did not comply with Master's wishes.Before Yan Jue could make a move, he raised his arm one step ahead, almost familiar with the way, and swiped hard at the Yaling sword nearby——

At that time, Yan Jue almost couldn't breathe out of the air, so he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Xue Xiaomao, you..."

"This is the last time, forgive me, Master."

With one hand free, Xue Lan smiled and caressed Yan Jue's astonished cheek.

Then he stood up straight, turned his back to the weak man under the tree, said nothing more, only a simple mouth shape.

……I love you.

Yan Jue could see it, but felt helpless for no reason.He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but the apprentice had already strode away, and the Ya Ling sword fell heavily beside Yan Jue's knee, avoiding a snow-white and gentle shadow, and transformed into shapes one by one from Xue Lanyin's arm, It is another scarlet and fierce blood blade.

The sharp blade appeared for the first time, and the sudden rising temperature was like a fire, which quickly shook Wen Pianhong's uncontrollable palm a few feet away.

Because Xue Lan didn't talk much, she took a step forward and blocked Yan Jue behind her.Afterwards, the blood blade brute force was pulled outward, and it was slashing down on Wen Pianhong's ferocious, ghostly pale face.

The most primitive fighting method of the living sword tribe, apart from using their own blood to bury their heads in the fight, there would be no second choice.

They have always been a rough and unfeeling tribe.

The blood blade was born from Xue Lanyin's hand, and it was only half an arm short. Later, it expanded and diverged with the wound, and gradually extended to more than three feet.

Such a way of blood loss is enough to kill a normal person.

But Xue Lanyin didn't seem to feel any pain, the blood blade was held in the center of his palm, and the trembling live blood scorched his palm to the wrist bone until it was scorched.

Yan Jue saw it in his eyes, and then he understood it instantly - at that time when their master and apprentice had a big quarrel, and they sat side by side in the carport to reconcile, he asked Xue Lanyin why his hand was hurt, Xue Lanyin lied to him and said , was accidentally scalded by the charcoal basin.

Thinking about it now, he, the master, failed to protect his apprentice.

The master is not strong enough, that's why he forces his disciples to choose to kill him with a knife again and again.

Yan Jue moved his lips, wanting to call Xue Lanyin's name, but by this time, the simple voice had no real effect.

Once the living sword clansman swings the hot fierce blade formed by the condensed blood of his own, that kind of explosiveness is enough to destroy the world - but wherever the living blood is splashed, the vegetation will wither, and the bricks will be broken, including Wen Pianhong. As long as the scattered flowing souls summoned with one hand come into contact with Xue Lanyin's blood, they will be burnt to ashes in an instant under the high temperature, and there is no room for resistance.

Xue Lan pays attention to quick battles and quick decisions.

No one can engage in a never-ending protracted battle with his opponent in a state of high-intensity blood loss as if nothing had happened.

But his blood blade swiped out from his hand, and what he met was the endless souls behind Wen Pianhong like a surging tide.

In fact, so far, among the famous martial arts sects in the Central Plains, no one has been able to find out what the essence of the disciples of the Zhufeng Sect is.

They are good at skinning and seizing souls, especially in the northwestern region where there are many refugees, wandering around alone is simply delicious food for them.

Therefore, there are two obvious and simple features that are necessary for people in the Zhufengmen to walk in the rivers and lakes-one is a thousand-changing face and inexhaustible human skin, and the other is the sorcerer's soul-calling, which manipulates the unconscious souls of dead people to launch attacks.

But Wen Pianhong is different from all of them.As early as 20 years ago, with a bloody ugly face, he joined the Lingtai Yijian School, and Mo Fuqiu and his wife nodded and took him in. Since then, his clean and excellent swordsmanship has been All the elders in the sect personally pointed out.

Everyone said that he is talented and has excellent swordsmanship, and he will definitely be one of the best martial arts geniuses in the world in the future.

But when he was fighting Xue Lanyin this time, he no longer used the sword, but instead used the evil kung fu of his old profession, only defending but not attacking.

——I don’t even think about it, most of it is to delay the time.

Because the longer the stalemate lasted, the more Xue Lanyin would gradually become weak due to excessive blood loss. At that time, with a big wave of his hand, taking his head would become a piece of cake.

Of course Xue Lanyin wasn't that stupid, and he could see through Wen Pianhong's little twisted thoughts at a glance.

So turning around for a while, Yan Jue happened to be looking at each other with him, without saying a word, grabbed the Ya Ling sword and threw it over, Xue Lan took it with a hook, and swept it across, like Mu Chunxue's sword tip It happened to pierce Wen Pianhong's defenseless side face.

It was a pair of facial features that had almost the same characteristics as Xue Lanyin.

As if not long ago, such a face appeared in his dream, and said softly and softly: "...don't be afraid, brother will protect you."

"Don't be afraid, Erjin."

"I'm on this road, waiting for you to come back."

Xue Lan opened her eyes suddenly, Ya Ling's sword was out of control at that time, and a bloody scar was drawn on Wen Pianhong's pale cheek.

Wen Pianhong frowned, and at the same time he split his palm and opened it outward, a large number of wandering souls in the surrounding area fell like rain, rushing towards Xue Lan in a frenzy and bewilderment because of the shining snowy long sword in his hand, almost wanting to kill it Thoroughly shredded and annexed.

However, Ya Ling Sword is Ya Ling Sword after all, even with the double cooperation with the unfamiliar blood blade in Xue Lanyin's hand, its rigid and unyielding sword body will never be inferior.

Wen Pianhong swung his palm from the air, Xue Lanyin raised his Ya Ling sword to block it.He actually understood what Yan Jue meant, and most likely he didn't want him to do anything to hurt himself—but because Xue Lan looked down at a hideous scar on his arm, blood was gushing out at the moment, and if he wanted to do it now It is obviously impossible to stop in time.

The only thing he can do now is to end this meaningless battle as quickly as possible.

So he held the Ya Ling sword that Yan Jue threw to him in one hand, while the bloody long blade that he tried to maintain in the other hand was still continuously absorbing the fresh blood flowing in his body.

Then, because Xue Lan did something against his master's order, he also believed that his master would never forgive him easily.

He tightly grasped Yan Jupan's Yaling Sword which he used for self-defense, turned towards himself, and pointed the tip of the sword at the narrow wound on his arm where the blood was flowing slowly. For the second time, he cut the blood vessel Even the meridian area tried to open——

All of a sudden, the eyes were filled with scarlet and hot blood.

The destructive ability caused by a huge amount of blood circulation is indeed extremely effective.

Wen Pianhong probably didn't expect that Xue Lanyin would continue to deepen the wound. After all, the Ya Ling sword was in his hand, so there was no need to waste blood and make some thankless actions.

However, Xue Lan treats herself ruthlessly every day, and is always better than treating anyone else.

Wen Pianhong never thought about this, so he took the only defensive measure against external attacks, and it was only used to target Ya Lingjian.

Zhu Fengmen's soul-flowing technique is very fragile in nature, once it is eroded by Huoxue, it will immediately lose its foothold in front of people.

When Wen Pianhong came to his senses, the blood blade that Xue Lanyin swung away had already hit his neck heavily.

The edge of the blade was straight forward, accurate and steady, and immediately cut through the pale skin that was as fragile as paper.Immediately afterwards, there is the real flesh and blood under the skin, which is an important part of Wen Pianhong's body.

The speed of the blood blade is fast and impatient, and it is often not fully controlled by manpower.With this blow, Xue Lan was able to penetrate Wen Pianhong's throat with only a two-inch gap.

However, at the last critical moment, the boiling and flowing long blade couldn't grasp the strength after all, and Wen Pianhong turned his head away from each other within a short distance, and escaped just under the edge of the blade.

And the fierce blade itself is bloodthirsty, and his dodging has aroused the irresistible violence and madness of the living blood.

Because Xue Lan didn't stop, theoretically, he couldn't stop, so when the blood blade rushed towards Wen Pianhong again, this insidious and cunning member of Fengfengmen suddenly threw himself As soon as he was short, he turned back a few steps, turned around slightly, and just found a good angle, grabbed Yun Zhehuan, who was helpless on the ground, and dragged him forward, and struck hard——

At that time Xue Lan wanted to stop, but it was too late.

Wen Pianhong didn't expect Xue Lanyin to be ruthless, and to intensify her efforts to open her wound.Xue Lanyin naturally did not expect that Wen Pianhong would use the dying Yun Zhehuan as the last shield in his desperation.

As a result, the blood blade was uncontrollable, almost fierce and greedy, it rushed forward without reservation, piercing and tearing Yun Zhehuan completely.