Chapter 177: The First Piece (Added for Silver Alliance Leader Feisi)

On the field.

The old man turned his head suddenly, his face covered in mud and blood. The black robe that had succeeded in one blow behind him couldn't retreat in time, because the old man's eagle-claw-like withered and powerful hand had gripped his wrist.

Hand-to-hand combat!

The old man at this time was like a wounded tiger, gripping the black robe's wrist and pulling it towards his own body, raising his knee and slamming it up. True Qi exploded a ripple, the black robe couldn't block the old man's sword, and at this time, he couldn't resist this collision either. A crisp sound of bone cracking sounded, and this blow actually made his body stiff and paralyzed for a moment.

While this blow hit the black robe's chest and abdomen, the old man released his wrist, causing the black robe to be hit away from his close proximity.

Leaving a space just right for wielding the sword to slash.

The old man stood up with his sword in anger, blood staining the cold light. Without a doubt, this sword was absolutely going to chop off the head of the enemy in front of him!

But the young girl tightly pinched the windowsill in horror.

Behind the old man, Lian Yanjiang's sword had already approached again. The moment the old man chopped off the black robe's head, his heart would also be pierced by this thick and heavy sword.

"Behind!" The young girl cried out in a loss of voice.

However, the dazed old man seemed to have no such reaction. His anger was pouring towards the enemy in front of him who was plotting against the young girl. The sword he was brewing in his hand was the top sword technique he could explode.

The sword tip behind him had already forced onto the old man's heart.

Although the young girl had long anticipated the tragedy she might have to face, imagination would never have the impact of the scene in front of her—the phantom of the old man's chest being twisted into a blood hole made her heart and lungs stop beating for a moment.

But this phantom shattered.

Because the young girl recognized the sword technique the old man was holding.

As if the sharp crescent moon in the sky fell to the human world, the arc swung by the old man at this time was such a sharp and bright arc. He twisted his steps, twisted his waist, and spun his body, with all his muscles, bones, and true Qi supporting this sword.

A sound of metal clashing, clear and reaching Luzhou.

Lian Yanjiang's sword was wide, long, heavy, and stable, and his hands were also muscular and knotted, a circle larger than ordinary people. When all of them were opened, they could cover half of a woman's head. Such a hand holding such a sword often gave people a feeling of solidity and unshakeability.

But now this sword flew out like a broken-string kite, and the man's fingers stiffened like chicken claws.

Silver light poured in from this opening.

Huang Feicui · 【Broken Ye Huilan】

Fast as gold electricity, heavy as a thousand jun.

When this sword stopped, it had already passed through Lian Yanjiang's throat. And behind the old man, the black robe still couldn't recover from the knee just now, paralyzed and falling to the ground.

The old man pulled out the sword and kicked Lian Yanjiang's chest. The man flew out five or six feet away, his dying body falling to the ground and twitching slightly.

Perhaps the old man's sanity was miraculously awakened for a moment, cooperating with 【Broken Ye Huilan】 to design this blow that seemed to be in front but was actually behind; perhaps it was just a superposition of coincidences and the favor of heaven, but no matter what, the old man indeed cleanly beheaded this Silver Mist Cave master.

And in front, was another enemy unable to resist.

——Even now, even if it was two against one, looking at the Seventh Lives of Bowang, who would dare to say they must win against Nie Qianyu.

The old man's survival from a desperate situation made Li Bijun cover her mouth in surprise. Analyzing the situation on the field next, the young girl was excited again—Uncle Master was injured, but the black robe was also injured. He naturally was still no match for Uncle Master, but if he still had the strength to fight back, he wouldn't have sat by and watched Lian Yanjiang be killed just now.

Maybe... he could really force out the opponent's third piece, that would most likely be Meng Chu—

This thought appeared in her heart, the smile at the corner of the young girl's mouth stiffened, and her heart was slowly gripped by a big hand.

She suddenly wished that the old man hadn't been able to turn defeat into victory just now, hadn't been able to swing this divine sword.

That way she could rightfully blow this whistle.

The young girl dazed and moved her palms. The whistle was wrapped inside, and the touch was very damp and greasy.

On the field, the old man panted and slowly turned to look at the black-robed man who was climbing up.

The black robe had no intention of fighting back, stepped on the ground and floated backwards. His cultivation was shallow and his strength was weak, but his lightness kung fu was surprisingly fast.

Nie Qianyu pulled out the light sword stuck in his abdomen and threw it, shooting at the black robe in the air like a shooting star.

This sword was filled with true Qi, and the injury caused must be quite considerable. This Seventh Life was probably very difficult to fight again.

But it was indeed not fatal. The black robe's figure tilted, still flying across the air. Nie Qianyu jumped up to pursue, but only flew up one step, and the wound on his waist and abdomen leaked a breath. The old man fell down, the anger on his face still not dissipated, but his brain seemed to be sluggish again.

He looked dazed at the black robe falling far away, tilted his head and showed a dazed look to the young girl on the building: "I can't catch up..."

And Li Bijun looked at the old man with a pale face, tightly pursing her lips, without speaking, her arm already gripping until blue veins appeared.

The old man fought and won, but he was going to die.

The young girl knew what would happen immediately. Meng Chuyuan was about to enter the field.

She should blow the whistle now, let Senior Elder Qinghuang make a move, Uncle Master could get support, and could survive.

She should look coldly, everyone had already put their lives on the line when they entered the field. At this time, the opponent's third piece was about to be exposed first. She couldn't bury this advantage for her own selfishness.

Uncle Master had to bear Meng Chuyuan's first move.

There was absolutely no need for a second move.

She even hoped at this time that the Seven Serpents side could have one more Seventh Life, so that the third piece would not be enough to take Uncle Master's life. Of course, that would mean they would lose, but that would be a defeat after trying their best. She didn't have to face this choice that ravaged her heart.

She knew this was her own weakness.

"Uncle Master, you walk forward a bit more." The young girl heard her own dry and hoarse voice.

She was hoping—that was the position where Senior Elder Qinghuang was ambushed.

"Ah... oh." The old man dazed and dragged his bleeding body over.

Li Bijun opened her lips several times, intending to blow the whistle in her mouth, but when she came back to her senses, the hand holding the whistle was actually tightly pressed on the windowsill, not moving at all.

The old man turned back and said: "Is it enough?"

"Enough... enough." The young girl's face was as pale as a weak piece of paper. She answered softly, her voice trembling.

The arm holding the whistle was already stiff.

The old man then stood still, turned back again and looked up at the young girl, a dazed smile blooming on his mud-and-blood-stained face: "Qingqing, I have fought everyone who wants to harm you, you come down—"

A silver light cut across his throat.

The attached sword Qi pushed the old man's body, which had lost its strength, to the ground. This sword didn't chop off the old man's entire head. The back of his neck was still stuck with some muscles, so when it fell to the ground, the wound looked like an opened watermelon.

Red juice flowed all over the ground.

This scene was reflected in Li Bijun's eyes, and the young girl bit a bright red piece off her own lips.

In a real trance, she felt herself growing out of some old and soft things again.

Still owe 33, why does it feel like it's not moving ⊙︿⊙

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