Chapter 2488 The Civil and Military Champion vs the Old Sword Master

"Easy to say."

The old sword master flicked his sleeves and released a sword energy.

The rope was untied, and Zuo Laoer, who was hanging in the air, fell to the ground.

It may be that his body bones are too weak, or he has been hung for too long. The old man couldn't get up for a while, and he coughed violently, showing his illness.

The old sword master did not make things difficult for him. Zhao Zilong had arrived and his goal had been achieved. He, the former leader of the martial arts alliance, seemed to have lost the value of his existence.

"You shouldn't have come."

Zuo Lao'er stumbled a step and then managed to stand firm.

At this moment, he is older than ever before.

He never thought that he, who was once the supreme martial artist, would one day become a burden to others.

"Let's go home first." Zhao Yun greeted.

"Okay." Zuo Laoer gave a rare smile, but he jumped off the cliff.

This was his realization. When he was captured, he knew he was going to die.

He was not afraid of death, but what he was afraid of was that his brother, Zhao Zilong, might be killed if he was involved. No one could leave with him.

In this case, it’s better to hit the road early.

"you."

Zhao Yun was startled for a moment, not expecting Zuo Laoer to be so decisive.

He wanted to save him, but it was too late. His sworn brother had already fallen off the cliff.

"Why are you so strong?"

The old sword master put down his tea cup and reached out to touch the corners of his eyes.

It was moist, and he actually cried. It was probably because he saw his junior brother die that he couldn't help but shed tears, but it was only a drop.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun's figure was like a gust of wind, and he also jumped off the cliff.

He also had tears, but he came too early and ended up killing someone.

In the dark abyss, he found Zuo Lao'er, a bloody mess.

"You old fool, why are you so stupid?"

"Walk."

Mr. Zuo is not dead yet, to be precise, he only has his last breath left.

A few words were his last words before his death, hoping that his brother could escape.

"Brother?"

Zhao Yun called out, but received no response.

Left

The old man is dead and has no breath anymore.

"Don't be sad, you will be able to accompany him soon."

Faint words sounded in the darkness.

The old sword master also came down. I don't know how much light work he had practiced, but he was actually hanging in the air, with his black and white swords flying back and forth on the left and right of his body.

"I will use your blood to sacrifice his soul."

Zhao Yun stood up, his face was ashen, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Look at the Qinghong Sword in his hand, which is also clanging and moving, and the sword energy is everywhere.

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

The old sword master said calmly, then waved his arms.

Suddenly, the black and white swords struck like two rays of light.

"Swordsmanship."

Zhao Yun thought in his mind that he had heard of this kind of method before.

However, this method has been lost for a long time, and it is unexpected that the old sword master knows it.

"Come."

His momentum surged, and he waved green and red, blocking the black and white swords.

"She does have some background." The old sword master smiled quietly, waving his sleeves and attacking with his sword.

His sword struck wherever he pointed, it was very tricky and extremely sharp.

Even Zhao Yun's fighting mood was in a state of embarrassment for a while.

"break!"

As soon as Zhao Yun drank a sonorous drink, he tried his best to use his energy to counterattack.

The black and white swords that were slashed were all knocked over.

"Hunyuan Yiqi Jue." The old sword master smiled jokingly.

"Take my palm." Zhao Yun strode towards him with a fierce and domineering palm.

"Arrogant junior." The old sword master retreated instead of advancing, and also struck out from the air with a palm.

boom!

The two qi energies collided, leaving a lingering power that shattered a large tree.

Zhao Yun groaned and stepped back. His palms, arms and even his internal organs felt a sharp pain, and there was a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, the old sword master remained unmoved.

Not moving doesn't mean he's not surprised.

He is a demon cultivator

The strength of the kid, whose internal strength was extremely high, faced the blast head-on with the younger generation, and the bones in his hands were still numb from the shock. The kid's bones were astonishing, he was really incredibly powerful.

"What a freak."

The masters hiding in the dark were also amazed.

They have already seen how strong the old sword master is. Looking at the martial arts world, there are no more than three people who can compare with him in terms of internal strength.

Now, a young man who is only eighteen years old can withstand the power of his palm. Is the legendary Hunyuan Qi Jue really so overbearing?

"It is rumored that he has amazing bones and an extraordinary physique."

"That's right. He is a martial arts wizard who is unique among thousands."

"No wonder Zuo Lao'er appreciated him and passed on the leader's token."

Whispers came and went, and I don't know how many people were hidden.

It doesn't matter how much, the shock to Zhao Yun comes from the bottom of his heart.

"very good."

The old sword master's eyes became even more fiery.

Baby, this kid is a baby bump.

Swallowing its power and using its bones and blood to make elixirs will surely prolong your life.

"What a magical skill."

Zhao Yun stood firm with a sudden step, and the rolling internal energy filled the eight extraordinary meridians.

His body was ignited with flames, the light of ice and fire, extremely extraordinary.

"Let me see what else you have."

The old sword master stepped over and raised his palm from the sky.

He is a master of sword training, and his palm power is also extremely strong.

Zhao Yun felt it most vividly, always feeling like there was a mountain looming overhead.

open!

Zhao Yun waved Qinghong, and the sword energy was pointed directly at Tianxiao, breaking the power of the old sword master.

At the same moment, he leaped into the air, without saying a word, and struck out with his powerful Vajra Palm.

Well!

This time, the old sword master groaned and was forced to retreat with a palm.

Seeing this situation, the masters hiding in the dark raised their eyebrows.

But he underestimated the number one civil and military scholar, who was so fierce at full strength.

pound!

Bang!

As he spoke, there was the sound of iron weapons clashing in the dark abyss.

Zhao Yun and the old sword master started a battle. The sword shadows intertwined and there was a lot of blood.

The mountainous forests were affected, with lots of debris flying and patches of large trees toppling over.

No one came forward, the secret masters were all spectators.

The old sword master said before he came that he wanted to meet the civil and military champion in person.

With his skills as an old man, there is no need for help.

puff!

The bloody light suddenly appeared, and Zhao Yun was defeated again.

And, why say again, because since the war started, there has been bloodshed more than once.

It was he who seriously underestimated the old sword master and cultivated magic skills that were truly unfathomable.

On the other hand, the old sword master's eyes were hot, but there was also a hint of fear.

Monster, this guy is so monster, if given enough time, he will definitely be able to surpass him.

"He must die."

Thinking of this, the old sword master became furious and struck down both black and white swords.

Zhao Yun tapped his toes on the ground, flew back, and fired out more than a dozen sword energy.

pound!

The black and white swords were blocked and flipped out sideways.

What was not blocked was the old sword master's finger, which was as sharp as a sword.

puff!

Zhao Yunbanban received a full blow and a finger hole was poked in his shoulder.

What's disgusting is not this, but the fact that the old sword master's finger is extremely poisonous.

That's right, a master who has practiced magic skills has pitfalls all over his body.

He did not dare to be careless and used the inner power of ice and fire to forcibly remove the poison.

"What else can I rely on?"

The old sword master made a faint sound, appeared like a ghost, and grabbed it with one hand.

There is a black mist lingering in his hand, which must be the characteristic of magic power, as black as ink.

"roll."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, and the ice and fire were blazing, blessing his internal strength.

Having suffered a loss once, he will not be fooled twice.

Buzz!

But I saw him waving Qinghong, the sword energy surrounding his body, forcibly defending.

This method worked well, but as soon as the old sword master's front foot arrived, his back foot was injured by the sword energy.