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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 63: Subduing the Dragon

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    Chapter 63 Subduing the Dragon

    "Go ahead, kill without mercy!" The sturdy middle-aged man waved his hand and his voice was cold.

    He remained motionless, and more than thirty people behind him moved at the same time. Their legs kicked out fiercely, and they shot out like springs to meet the fifteen disciples of the Infinite Sword.

    "Ding, ding, ding, ding" The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, the sound was crisp and dense, like a single sound, with lingering echoes.

    The fifteen disciples collided with more than thirty people. The thirty or so people immediately surrounded the fifteen disciples. The sword light was sharp and cold, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

    Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands behind his back, and Rong Zijuan stood behind him, staring at the fight with a worried look on his face. His whole body was tense, his right hand was pressing the hilt of the sword, ready to draw the sword at any time.

    Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s expression was calm, and everything in front of him seemed to be of no importance. He glanced at the opposite side, and there were five people there who had not made any move.

    The burly middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, making him look even smaller. His eyes were dark and cold, staring at Xiao Yuesheng, like a cobra staring at him.

    There were four people standing behind him, all of whom were middle-aged. Their eyes were indifferent and introverted, as if they were numb to life and everything in the world. There was no joy or sorrow on their faces, as if they were wearing a mask.

    The five people stared at Xiao Yuesheng, and after a while, they slowly walked over.

    There was fierce fighting around them, with the lights of swords and shadows. When they passed by, they moved calmly and slowly, as if they were strolling in a courtyard, without frowning, and they were not worried about the swords having no eyes and hurting themselves.

    "Master, I'll take care of it!" Rong Zixu took a step forward with his sword in hand, his eyes hardened, as sharp as a sword, and he hummed in a low voice.

    Xiao Yuesheng blocked it with his hand, shook his head and said: "Uncle, please rest, I will do it myself!"

    "Master" Rong Ziju turned his head and his eyes softened.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "The Iron Blood Gang is a little-known gang and must not be underestimated. Let me meet them for a while!"

    Rong Ziju heard the meaning of the words, he was no match for the five people. He nodded and silently retreated. His eyes became sharp again and he stared at the field, no longer looking at the five people.

    Xiao Yuesheng took two steps forward and looked at the five people: "No need to talk nonsense, let's do it!"

    The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Xiao Yuesheng for a moment, twitched the corner of his mouth, seemed to be smiling, then nodded heavily, and shouted: "Kill!"

    This shout was made in a dull voice, like a heavy hammer hitting a drum. When I heard it, my heart skipped a beat and my consciousness was snatched away from me. However, my own blood was boiling and my energy and energy suddenly reached its peak.

    "Qiang" Five silver bolts rose instantly, like white rainbows across the sky, drawing a silver arc and striking down towards Xiao Yuesheng head-on.

    Under the rising sun, the light of the sword flashed like six silver dragons swooping down.

    Xiao Yuesheng took a step forward and rushed into the middle of the five people. He slapped his palm with a "buzz" sound, making a strange sound, like a faint roar of a dragon.

    He was secretly happy in his heart. With this palm of his, he achieved the Samadhi of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. His internal strength was several times deeper than Qiao Feng's, and the wind of his palm was more violent. It seemed to tear the air restraints, making strange sounds.

    Amid the roar of the dragon, he struck a knife with his left palm. There was a sharp "dang" sound, the light of the knife disappeared, and the silver dragon disappeared, revealing its true form.

    He immediately closed his palm and struck out with his right palm at the same time. There was another dragon roar, and with a sound of "dang", he hit the sword exactly and scattered its light.

    The two of them quickly retreated and exited the battle circle. There was a look of astonishment on their originally cold and numb faces, looking down at the knife.

    At this time, only the handles of the long knives of the two men were left, and the blades had disappeared.

    Xiao Yuesheng hit the target with a palm, then turned around and faced the others. They were about to draw their swords again, but the sword was lightly struck, and the blade turned into fragments and fell to the ground.

    They had never seen such palm power before, and their hearts were filled with turmoil. For a moment, they lost the courage to take action and immediately withdrew.

    In the flash of light and flint, they thought that without a weapon, it would be like dying if they fought with bare hands. His palms were as fast as lightning, and they were as strong as the sun. They were so powerful that they were afraid that they would not be able to catch a single move.

    The other three swung their swords faster, the swords were as bright as a sword, and the cold air was so intense that they never left Xiao Yuesheng's vitals.

    The power of the sword is sharp and fast, but it is also erratic and strange. The angle is always different, and the sword is often struck in unexpected places, making it difficult to guard against.

    They were afraid of Xiao Yuesheng's palms. His sword skills were erratic and they tried every means to avoid his palms. They were cunning, sinister and extremely powerful.

    " Xiao Yuesheng walked lightly on the waves, calmly and with a faint smile.

    He was not in a hurry and struck out with one palm after another, forcing them to do their best. The wind whistling in his palms carried the roar of the dragon, either low or high, as if there was really a giant dragon hovering in the void.

    Rongzi pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, occasionally glancing at it, and most of the time staring at the other side, ready to rush out and rescue him at any time.

    Fifteen people against more than thirty people, and thisThese people are all masters in swordsmanship, and Rong Zijou was secretly worried.

    As for the leader, he was not worried at all. He secretly thought to himself that the leader had strong internal strength, as deep as the sea, and his moves were exquisite. He was probably invincible in the world, even if one could defeat five, it would be more than enough.

    What worries me the most is the fifteen disciples.

    But after watching it for a while, I felt relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. I felt an inexplicable surge of surprise and stared at the field.

    ????????????????????????????????????????The fifteen disciples were a little inexperienced when they started, four of them surrounded them, their sword skills were sharp and powerful, as if they didn't care about life and death, just to hurt the enemy.

    Their swordsmanship is both fierce and ruthless, making them hard to guard against.

    Fortunately, after a few moves, the daily hard work was revealed, and the Wuliang Fifteen disciples seemed to instinctively use the Wuliang Eight Swords. As soon as the Wuliang Eight Swords were released, they naturally felt relaxed and moved calmly.

    There are eight infinite swords, some fast and some slow. The fast sword is like thunder and lightning, and the momentum is like thunderbolt. The slow sword is like gentle wind and drizzle, elegant and unrestrained.

    They practice their swords hard on weekdays, but now they show their power. Every sword is instinctive, and they are swung at will, and they are all powerful.

    After a few moves, two people worked together to block the four opponents effortlessly. Even if the opponent's sword was as bright as lightning, they could still be calm and composed.

    Seeing this, Rong Ziju felt very relieved. He loosened his grip on the sword and was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect that the disciples would make such an advance this time.

    "Good sword skills!" Xiao Yuesheng laughed loudly, his movements suddenly accelerated, and with a "ouch" sound, the sound of a dragon's roar suddenly sounded, and he hit two swords with his two palms.

    "Dang-dang" made two crisp sounds, and he ignored it and turned to another person. It was the middle-aged man of Xiu Xiang. His swordsmanship was the best.

    With a "Woo" sound, he slapped his right palm, and the long knife was inevitable, as if he was just waiting for him to deliver the long knife to the door.

    There was a crisp sound of "dang", and he swung the knife down. The long knife was not broken, and the light of the knife was as bright as ice.

    " Xiao Yuesheng smiled softly. He just slapped it with his palm and knew that this sword was extraordinary. It was a precious sword, indestructible and able to cut iron like mud.

    If you want to destroy it, it is easy. Just clap your palm again and it will become a feminine force. The intersection of hardness and softness is enough to break it.

    It was a pity that such a precious sword was broken into pieces like this. He already regarded it as something in his pocket and was a little reluctant to part with it.

    He turned his palm into his fingers and stroked it gently, like waving five strings, soft and graceful, his movements were free and elegant, with a slight smile on his face.

    The wrist of the middle-aged man's right hand went numb, and his fingers suddenly lost consciousness. He couldn't help but let go, and the sword flashed and fell from his hand.

    He grabbed it with his left hand and was about to catch it, but the sword suddenly floated away, causing his left hand to catch it. It flew away with a cry and fell into Xiao Yuesheng's palm.

    Xiao Yuesheng held the knife in his right hand, and gently stroked the back of the knife with his left hand, looking at the faint patterns on the blade. In the flickering light, there was a chrysanthemum looming.

    He exclaimed: "What a knife!"

    The middle-aged man's face darkened. This was his family's treasured sword, which cut iron like clay. The family's swordsmanship combined with this family's treasured sword was like a tiger with wings, infinite power, and invincible.

    There was a cold light in his eyes, and he suddenly flicked his left hand, and a blue light suddenly enveloped Xiao Yuesheng, so close that he could not avoid it.

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned, swung his long knife, and drew an arc. The snow-white light was brilliant, and the blue light in the sky suddenly changed direction, and they rushed towards the sword, like iron filings meeting a magnet.

    He used Tai Chi¡¯s sticky technique to absorb the hidden weapon, and when he lowered his head, he saw that the knife was covered with tiny needles, densely packed, and flashing with blue light.

    Seeing this blue light, his anger rose in his heart. The blade of the sword suddenly shook, and the blue light flew up and shot back. The middle-aged man was stunned when he suddenly saw the blue light coming, and he was unable to dodge.

    "Ah!" With a scream, the middle-aged man suddenly fell to the ground with his body covered with fine needles.

    These blue needles stabbed into Xiao Yuesheng's body with such speed that he had no way to dodge.

    He screamed, reached into his arms and found a blue porcelain bottle in his hand.
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