The strength of these black-clothed guards is indeed extraordinary. When Wu Zhi kills one of them, he will also be slashed by them!
I am afraid that only Wu Zhi in the world can resist this method of exchanging one life with a knife!
Lu Zhishen wanted to rush to help, but Wu Zhi shouted back: "Second brother, hurry up and rescue these children! Come on, stop inking! I'll stop them!"
"I won't be able to leave until you all go out!"
"Brother-in-law, you must stay alive. You must never let my sister become a widow!"
Lu Zhishen did not expect that these black-clad guards would be so difficult to deal with, and as the whistle kept blowing, there were also rapid and orderly footsteps in the aisle far behind him. It was obvious that there were more The black-clad guards are on their way!
After all, there are only four of them, and they have little chance of winning against so many vicious guards in black!
"when!"
"when!"
"when!"
Throughout the claustrophobic space, the sound of swords clashing could be heard from time to time!
The guards in black died one by one under Wu Zhi's sword, but when they were about to die, they would try their best to leave a wound on Wu Zhi's body!
Lu Zhishen, Sun Erniang and others quickly broke open the wall and took out all the children inside.
Sun Erniang quickly found Pan Jinlian¡¯s younger brother Pan Yan, and there were several children of the same age beside him.
One of the children was tall and handsome. At this time, his eyes were staring at Wu Zhi's tall back.
Eyes full of reverence, adoration and yearning!
What Wu Zhi is currently using is the Shaolin Temple¡¯s 72 unique skills: the breaking sword technique!
These sword techniques are all killing moves and should only be used when a person desperately wants to die with the enemy!
But at this time, Wu Zhi used it to resist the enemy and create more space for everyone to escape.
"Walk!"
Lu Zhishen let out an angry roar and quickly evacuated with hundreds of children!
"Chase! Chase for me!"
The first batch of black-clothed guards who rushed up had already been chopped to pieces by Wu Zhi, and Wu Zhi himself also had more than a dozen wounds left on his body!
Even with Jiuyang Zhenqi protecting his body, Wu Zhi still felt that it was a bit too much!
His face turned slightly pale and his steps were more frivolous. But he knew that he must not retreat at this time, because another group of black-clad guards came quickly at the end of the corridor.
In order to create more time for Lu Zhishen and the others. So Wu Zhi got worried!
He held the knife in both hands and rushed towards the man who was blowing the whistle like a cheetah.
The man thought that Wu Zhi would definitely turn around and flee, but he didn't expect that he would rush up!
The man went to the ground and kept retreating, but Wu Zhi rushed to the man. The distance between the sword in his hand and the man's neck was getting closer and closer!
"Whoosh!"
The blade with a cold light cut through the whistle in the man's hand and cut off his fingers!
In the blink of an eye, a trace of blood was wiped on the man¡¯s neck!
Wu Zhi spun on the spot, and a blood-red drop of water slowly hung down along the bright blade.
When the blood drop reached the end of the blade, it was evaporated by the hot energy!
The man's body is still retreating, but his head has fallen off his neck. He couldn't believe until his death that such a fast knife existed at this time!
And the whistle that was broken into two parts actually ignited a flame on the ground.
There are even burnt marks on the man¡¯s severed neck!
Wu Zhi shook his right hand and said calmly: "I haven't practiced in these years, but the sword has still become slower."
The reason why Wu Zhi said this is that his sword skills are practiced one sword at a time, and he always wins with speed!
When he was in the Shaolin Temple, he always had to be punished because he often broke the rules.
Among them, he often takes a hatchet to the backyard to chop firewood. The mountains of wood are the best objects for Wu Zhi to practice his sword.
He chopped wood faster and faster, and his chops became more and more precise.
In the end, when the hatchet rubs against the wood, sparks will even be produced!
But it¡¯s just a little spark. According to the sweeping monk, Wu Zhi has almost mastered the Shaolin Temple¡¯s unique skill, the wood-burning sword technique!
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