Chapter 325 Scar's Fiasco

The surface of Scar's tiger-headed sword was no longer silver, but shone with a strange red color. The red color was not strong, it looked as if the tiger-headed sword had been covered with a layer of red film.

When Bai Zeming saw this weird scene, he didn't take it seriously. He was a genuine golden warrior who had cultivated step by step, and was completely different from the kind of golden warrior who was promoted through secret methods and had no future. Although the silver warrior on the opposite side was weird, he was only a silver warrior after all, and this level gap could not be easily made up with weird skills.

Just because he didn't take it to heart doesn't mean he would be careless. Bai Zeming made a steady lunge, golden dou qi covered the horned dragon stick, and after the horned dragon stick spun around his head for a few weeks, Bai Zeming held the tail of the horned dragon stick with his left hand, and the middle part of the horned dragon stick with his right hand, and ruthlessly swept towards the scar past.

Dao Scar didn't back down, swung the tiger-headed treasured saber round, and ruthlessly struck towards the horned dragon stick. A stern look flashed in Bai Zeming's eyes, and the golden grudge on the horned dragon stick became stronger.

"Wow!" With a loud noise, the two weapons collided with each other, and everyone felt a tingling pain in their eardrums, as if someone had suddenly struck a gong beside their ears. People with lower strength covered their ears with their hands and shook their heads slightly, feeling dizzy all over their heads, and some people were even directly knocked out by the loud noise.

A silver warrior wrestled with a gold warrior, and the outcome was not beyond everyone's expectations. The scar was severely knocked out.

Scar's own strength is much weaker than that of the Golden Warrior, and the previous battles have exhausted his physical strength, not to mention that he still has injuries on his body, and the arm bones can already be seen from the wounds on his arms.

Scar hit the courtyard wall of Lu's house directly with his back, and then stopped, slipping and sitting on the ground. Cracks like spider webs on the courtyard wall silently demonstrated the power of this stick.

Bai Zeming paused vigorously on the ground with the horned dragon stick, and the dark energy remaining after the clash between the horned dragon stick and the tiger's head sword was directed to the ground, and a square brick on the ground was instantly torn apart. Bai Zeming raised the horned dragon stick and pointed at Scar who was sitting on the ground, his eyes were full of provocation.

Scar shook his head, stood up slowly, and moved his joints. Obviously, the blow just now did not cause any harm to him.

Although Bai Zeming didn't know what the red light film on the tiger's head sword was, he could feel a fierce aura blowing towards his face when the weapons collided. If he hadn't been careful, protected his body with golden fighting energy, and covered the horned dragon stick with rich golden fighting energy, I'm afraid this fight would have suffered a big dark loss.

Even so, Bai Zeming still felt a surge of energy and blood, not because of injury, but because of an inexplicable emotion affecting him.

Emotions are not single, they seem to be a fusion of many kinds of negative emotions, such as fear, regret, confusion, helplessness, sadness and so on. Bai Zeming surged out with fighting spirit, and only then did he dispel this weird emotion out of his body.

Bai Zeming looked at Scar excitedly, he hadn't fought so happily for a long time. None of the Zongmen's golden warriors dared to attack him with all their strength, and they all deliberately lost after two hits. Seeing him, the Silver Warrior was like a mouse seeing a cat, fearful and respectful, how could he dare to attack him.

Although the person facing him today is a silver warrior, he still burns with a fighting spirit that is already on the verge of being extinguished. Fighting is often the best interpretation of a warrior.

The horned dragon stick pointed at the ground behind him obliquely, and Bai Zeming took big strides and rushed towards Scar. Dao Scar put the tiger-headed treasured sword across his side, and rushed towards Bai Zeming.

The weapons of the two sides collided again. This time, Scar was not sent flying, but retreated a dozen steps. Bai Zeming frowned, this time the power of the scar was obviously stronger than before, and the emotion that could affect his mind also became stronger.

Both sides did not choose dexterous agility and powerful martial arts, but just attacked each other with weapons wrapped in fighting spirit.

During the battle, Bai Zeming discovered that Scar's strength and fighting spirit increased little by little along with his fighting spirit. Now, although he can repel Scar, the distance Scar retreats is getting shorter and shorter, and he is more and more obviously affected by negative emotions.

Under the current situation, although it is certain that Scar cannot reach the strength of a golden warrior, it is not a good thing for him. This inexplicable negative emotion has already begun to affect his performance, making him very uncomfortable .

Although Bai Zeming had an exciting fight with Scar, it didn't mean that he wanted Scar to become stronger. He had played enough, a silver warrior had fought him head-on a few times, it was enough for him, any more would affect his prestige. He stood on the spot and began to slowly accumulate energy, the golden battle energy slowly gathered towards the horned dragon stick, and at the same time, he was distracted to watch out for Scar, if Scar wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, he didn't mind giving him a thunderous blow.

Scar obviously wasn't going to continue head-to-head with Bai Zeming by relying on weapons, so he also stood still and began to accumulate energy. All the silver grudge on his body turned into red, and the red flowed towards the tiger-head sword like a stream of water, and the eyes that were already red with the scar suddenly returned to their normal color little by little. The tiger's head sword is no longer a light red film, but has turned blood red little by little.

Everyone fell silent, even the two sides who were fighting each other stopped, watching the scene in front of them quietly.

The members of the Poison Sect naturally knew the strength of the Young Sect Master Bai Zeming, he was a real golden warrior. What they didn't expect was that the man with the scar on his face, with the strength of a silver warrior, had no harm in head-to-head encounters with Bai Zeming several times, and there was a tendency to fight more and more fiercely.

The people on Lu Lianggong's side also looked at Scar expectantly. If Scar could defeat Bai Zeming, then they would have a chance to live. Who would want to die if they could survive!

Bai Zeming's horned dragon stick was full of golden light, and the hovering horned dragon on the stick seemed to be alive, and it kept walking around the stick. The horned dragon stick danced like the wind, and everyone even had the illusion of hearing the dragon chant.

Scar's tiger-headed sword has completely turned blood red, even the handle is blood red, and the blood red is flowing on the knife, as if blood is flowing on the knife, everyone's ears are full of tiger roars voice. This is not an illusion, but the real sound of a tiger roaring.

After the two parties finished charging, they raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at each other. Everyone felt that their eyes went dark, as if four dazzling golden lights spewed out.

The two rushed towards each other at the same time, almost pulling out two afterimages at such a high speed. People with low strength only feel that the two of them have disappeared in front of their eyes.

Everyone felt the golden light and the red light flickering in front of their eyes, and they could be separated at the touch of a touch, and the sound of weapons clashing could be heard endlessly. This time the attack was not the same as at the beginning. It made people dizzy. Not only did it not sound harsh, but it had an inexplicable sense of rhythm of metal percussion.

Suddenly this sense of rhythm became more and more compact, and even became chaotic and no longer harmonious. Then everyone heard the sound of metal colliding with **.

Everyone only saw that the golden light dimmed a little, and the blood-red light flickered a few times before disappearing. A figure flew out and crashed into Lu Zhai's house, leaving a big hole in the wall.

The golden light slowly dissipated, and what was revealed was Bai Zeming, the Young Patriarch of the Poison Sect. There were beads of sweat on Bai Zeming's forehead, and his face was a little pale. It was obvious that he had exhausted a lot. Although his clothes were wrinkled, there were no scars on his body.

Seeing Bai Zeming appearing intact, the members of the Poison Sect burst into enthusiastic shouts, shouting Long Live the Young Sect Master!

The faces of the people in the Lu residence changed suddenly, and several disciples ran into the house one after another, and hurriedly lifted the second senior brother Dao Scar who was vomiting blood profusely with a door panel.

Everyone hurriedly gathered around, Scar was a little depressed, but his eyes were extremely bright. Lu Lianggong looked at Scar nervously, his eyes were full of concern, but he didn't speak.

"Scar, you..." Liu Zhengde didn't know what to say when he saw that Scar's arm was twisted strangely and his chest had collapsed.

"I...it's fine...I can't die yet..." Scar gasped violently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, trying to smile, but it seemed to be affecting a certain pain in his body, and the smile finally turned into a hissing twitch gasp.

"Stop talking and have a good rest." Liu Zhengde originally wanted to pat Scar on the shoulder, but he had already stretched out his hand, but finally shook his head helplessly, and took his hand back. Scar is covered with wounds all over his body now, and he doesn't dare to touch it lightly.

"Are you still going to continue to resist?" Bai Zeming patted the folds of his clothes lightly, and looked at Lu Lianggong with a smile.

Lu Lianggong looked at the scar that had already vented more gas than breathed in, then looked at the corpses of other disabled disciples and the sixth disciple, his eyes flickered.

"Teacher, don't make unnecessary sacrifices anymore! If you and your seniors just die like this, it's not worth it! This may be my life!" Lin'er had tears in her eyes, and she smiled, showing determination in her eyes.

This smile is so helpless, so heartbreaking. This smile is so beautiful, so beautiful that everything seems to lose its luster at this moment.

When Bai Mingze heard Lin'er's words and saw Lin'er's sad and beautiful smile, his pale face turned rosy, and his breathing became a little short.

After Lin'er finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the Poison Sect without hesitation. But she didn't get what she wanted because someone grabbed her hand...