Chapter 50: 2 losers

　　"On the contrary, I underestimate the young hero. I don't know what school the young hero is from, who is the teacher, and why I have never seen him in the rivers and lakes."

　　Duan Yanqing's dull ventriloquist sounded again.

　　Yang Guo was tall and tall, staring at Duan Yanqing, said with a sneer, "Why, I was thinking of delaying time."

　　Duan Yanqing couldn't see any expression on his face, and continued: "Hehe... How about a tie this time?

　　If the fight continues, the Lu family manor will probably be destroyed because of the young hero's avoidance of fighting, and the owner of the Lu family is probably not willing to come.

　　If the young hero wants to fight, he might as well find an open place another day, and compete with our Xixia Yipintang. "

　　Hearing this, Yang Guo glanced at the ruined walls and ruins around him, but couldn't say anything more.

　　At this time, due to the fight between the two, most of the tiles on the roofs of the surrounding area have been broken, and many holes have appeared.

　　If the tragedy of the courtyard is added, this Lujiazhuang may really have to be rebuilt.

　　When Yang Guo was thinking, he caught a glimpse of the movement in the courtyard below, his expression tightened, and he clenched his long sword tightly.

　　"Shenlong wagging its tail!!!"

　　Guo Jing shouted violently, blushing angrily, turned around and slapped out.

　　The ancestor of Xuedao hurriedly blocked with his sword.

　　Bang——

　　Horror loud noise, deafening!

　　The Blood Knife Patriarch spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and was slapped flying by the violent and swift palm force, collapsing the courtyard wall, and then stopped.

　　"Hoo hoo..."

　　Guo Jing was panting heavily, bright red blood was dripping from his firm palms that were constantly trembling on his waist and abdomen.

　　I don't know if it's someone else's or my own.

　　There was a moment of silence.

　　A crowd of Song warriors burst into cheers.

　　It just didn't last long, and the gravel that buried the ancestor of the blood knife shook.

　　"Ahem...ahem...the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan really deserves its reputation, but...the ancestor is not defeated yet!"

　　Accompanied by a cold shout, the Blood Knife Patriarch, who looked like a mummy, flew out of the chaotic rocks.

　　The blood-red saber seems to have come back to life because it devoured the blood. The blazing saber was so powerful that it could swallow people's bones, and slashed at Guo Jing who was in the center of the ring.

　　at first.

　　Compared with Guo Jing, this blood knife ancestor is obviously weaker by three points.

　　But as the two weapons left scars on each other's body, the ancestor of the blood knife was as if he had been spayed with chicken blood.

　　Just now, Guo Jing noticed something was wrong, so he took the risk to decide the outcome with one move, but he never expected that the Blood Knife Patriarch could still stand up.

　　What's more, he didn't expect that the ancestor of the blood knife came out of the ring and made a move. He didn't mean to obey the rules of the rivers and lakes at all.

　　The blade was facing him, Guo Jing's heart was beating wildly, so he forced his luck and used the Dragon Subduing Palm to resist.

　　But the long-term battle had exhausted his body early on.

　　He even felt a numbness coming from the place where he was scratched by the blood-red sword just now, and he couldn't lift his strength.

　　Seeing Guo Jing's dumbfounded appearance, the blood knife patriarch showed a sinister smile of success.

　　"Hero Guo, be careful!"

　　"You have already stepped out of the ring, but you still attack, you are shameless!"

　　"Brother Jing!!!"

　　...

　　hold head high--

　　Qiao Feng got close, and flew up, with a move of Flying Dragon in the sky, he wanted to forcefully suppress the blood knife ancestor to fight him.

　　"Master Qiao, the outcome is not yet decided, so don't rush to make a move!"

　　I have been standing on the wall watching Yanglian Zhenjia with a kind smile and one-handed seal.

　　Tantric Mahamudra - Lion Seal.

　　Roar--

　　Yang Lianzhenghana's fat right hand flew out of a mighty golden-red blood lion roaring towards the sky, and hit the belly of Qiao Feng who was flying up.

　　"The demon monk will die!"

　　"Extremely shameless!"

　　...

　　choking langlang——

　　choke lang lang...

　　All the chivalrous warriors from the Song Dynasty and disciples of the Beggar Clan were furious, their eyes were tearing apart, their weapons were out of their sheaths, their sticks were dancing wildly, and they besieged Yang Lian Zhenjia, intending to stop him.

　　"Overreaching!"

　　Yang Lian Zhenjia's left hand had an afterimage of Taoism, and his handprints were formed in an instant.

　　Esoteric Mahamudra - Vajra Seal.

　　A somewhat illusory, glaring Vajra with fangs and claws and blue-faced fangs suddenly appeared, blocking many weapons.

　　The blade was getting closer and closer, Guo Jing was weak and his face was pale.

　　All I saw was a black shadow suddenly appearing in front of Guo Jing,

　　Guo Jing's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Come on!!"

　　Staring at Yang Guo who suddenly appeared, the ancestor of Xuedao laughed wildly: "Since you want to die, then go to die!"

　　Yang Guo tried his best, raised his sword to meet the blood-red sword that was slashed at his head, Yang Guo's skin contracted for a while caused by the wind of the hob.

　　Pong——

　　The long sword broke at the sound, and the blood-red saber drove straight in, hitting Yang Guo's right shoulder.

　　The saber was so strong that Yang Guo's feet sank into the mud, and he held the blade tightly with both hands. His body muscles were slightly red, his black hair danced wildly, and his pupils flashed purple.

　　Yang Guo was injured suddenly, Xiao Longnv's pupils shrank, her mind was in a mess, she cried out: "Guoer!!"

　　call out--

　　call out--

　　call out...

　　The hair-thin Jade Bee Needle shot at many dead spots on the blood knife ancestor's back.

　　While waving the sleeves, silk and satin like a white dragon flew out of Xiaolongnv's sleeves and bound towards the neck of the blood knife ancestor.

　　"It's not a good habit for a little girl to sneak attack..."

　　Ding Chunqiu said with a smile, he grabbed a disciple beside him and threw it at Xiao Longnv who was rushing towards Yang Guo

　　Bang——

　　There was an explosion, and the rain of blood flew, also blocking all of Xiao Longnu's attacks just now.

　　"Miss Long, be careful!" Zhen Zhibing shouted.

　　Boom——

　　Taking advantage of the absence of the Blood Saber Patriarch, Yang Guo endured his headache and flew up, his internal energy surged, blowing the rain of blood towards Ding ChunQiu.

　　Yang Guo laughed and said, "Auntie, I didn't..."

　　As soon as Yang Guo left, the Blood Knife Patriarch suddenly woke up and continued to swing the knife at Guo Jing.

　　hold head high--

　　Qiao Feng's heart was ruthless, he resisted the lion's mark, stabilized his figure, coughed up blood, and rushed towards the ancestor of the blood knife.

　　The wind of the palm was terrifying, the ancestor of the blood knife flew up his white hair, and hurriedly raised his knife to block it.

　　Yang Lian Zhenjia's eyes were full of coldness, he made his body look empty, suddenly appeared behind Yang Guo, and used the bloody handprint of Da Zang's hand.

　　"Bad Buddha is a big deal! Go to hell!"

　　His big fat hand was scarlet red, as if it could bleed, he slapped Yang Guo's back violently.

　　Snapped--

　　There was nowhere to rely on strength in the air, and it was difficult to change his moves in a hurry, Yang Guo's internal energy surged, his muscles tensed, after he forcefully swallowed this powerful palm, his internal energy collapsed, his face turned pale in an instant, and he spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

　　"After a while—"

　　Xiao Longnv's eyes were wet, and she used white silk to tie Yang Guo's waist, holding Yang Guo with her eyes closed, and floated to the ground, her internal force penetrated into Yang Guo's body to check the situation.

　　Shaoqing.

　　Xiao Longnv's tears fell down, her cherry lips trembled, and she cried out, "After a while...you'll be fine later, you'll be fine..."

　　Yang Guo slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, squeezed out a smile, and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay in the future, aunt, don't cry, it's not good to cry... um... um, um... "

　　Bright red blood flowed out of Yang Guo's mouth uncontrollably, staining Xiao Longnu's white dress red.

　　...

　　With a successful move, Yang Lian Zhenjia's figure fell down, his palm was scarlet, and he slapped Guo Jing Tianlingai.

　　"Dare!"

　　The old man roared with a little panting, and a long sword engraved with Yin-Yang and Tai Chi diagrams slashed at Yang Lian Zhenjia's throat.

　　"Master Zhang, are you safe?"

　　Dongfang Bubai, who had been silent all this time, flicked his sleeves lightly, and the embroidery needles wrapped with red threads stopped the Zhenwu sword.

　　Yang Lian Zhenjia kept moving his palms, and was about to end Guo Jing's life in one fell swoop, when suddenly there was a huge suction force, his body froze, and he couldn't help shouting: "Capture the Dragon Kungfu!?"

　　At this moment, Guo Jing's eyes were about to burst, and after suppressing the toxin for the time being, he saw Long Zaitian with one move. Regardless of the serious injury afterwards, he used all his strength to slap Yang Lian Zhenjia's fat chest with a mighty palm.

　　Book of Changes: Qian Hexagram: Xiang Yue: Nine Two: Seeing the dragon in the field, it is beneficial to see the adults.

　　hold head high--

　　Yang Lian Zhenjia's complexion changed drastically, and he formed a defense of the Vajra seal in an instant.

　　Bang——

　　A loud noise shook the sky and set off an invisible wave of air.

　　Yang Lian Zhenjia looked pained, all five bones in his hand were broken, the skin on his chest was ripped open, and the bones were deeply visible, the person even flew upside down and broke several pillars before he could barely stop.

　　With one move, the energy was exhausted, Guo Jing looked sluggish, his metacarpal bones were also broken by the shock of the Vajra Seal, he clutched his chest, and knelt down halfway.

　　Looking at Yang Guo, who was lying in Xiaolongnv's arms, covered in blood and closed his eyes, Guo Jing burst into tears, "Guoer~"

　　"Brother Jing..."

　　Huang Rong and the others rushed to Guo Jing's side and took out Jiuhua Yulu Pills.

　　Yang Lian Zhenjia was spitting out blood, and after taking a bright red meat elixir, his complexion became sickly ruddy, and he said coldly, "Golden Wheel!"

　　The golden wheel didn't go away, after hearing the words and Huo Dou looked at each other, they took out the sounding arrow, lit it and fired it.

　　call out--