Urban Evil Doctor

With the outcome decided, the elders of Haotian Peak stepped forward and lifted Sha Yuanfeng down, who had frozen into a popsicle.

In the stands, Master Kuangfeng sighed: "Fellow Taoist Wuya, each of your disciples is really more amazing than the last. This water-walking monk will be a big shot in the future!"

Wu Yazi stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This kid is so so-so, okay."

Little did he know that Wu Yazi was already smiling in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Shuijie's practice has improved so much during this period. Not only has his tactical ability improved, but his understanding of flexibility has also changed dramatically. It's really gratifying.

Thinking back to those days...it was how the Patriarch became an ascended immortal through various adaptations.

Over here, Master Kuangfeng said: "Fellow Daoist Wuya, we have lost two games in a row and you have got the match point. But if I lose three games in a row, I'm afraid I won't be able to save my face and I won't be able to do anything to the people in the sect. Explain, so, in the next game, we have to take action seriously."

Wu Yazi smiled slightly and said, "If you have any outstanding disciples, you might as well send them out to shine."

Master Kuangfeng said: "The next one to come on stage is my direct disciple."

"Is it such a coincidence? Every disciple I sent here is a true disciple." Wu Yazi said hehely.

"That's good."

Immediately, Master Kuangfeng turned his head and said to a man not far away: "Go ahead, don't lose the dignity of being a teacher."

The expressionless young man walked towards the ring without nodding his head.

"The true inheritance of Haotian Peak is here like the wind! Who will teach me?" The man held a short knife in his hand and looked around calmly, with a look of arrogance.

Huo Jie walked up to the front desk holding a knife.

"Your opponent is me!" Huo Jie responded.

"Very good, you are a swordsman, and so am I! Let's see whose sword is faster." Zhen Rufeng responded calmly.

But Huo Jie was even more indifferent than Zhen Rufeng. He drew his sword on the spot and slashed at Zhen Rufeng.

[Five Elements of Fu Sect. Fire Element. Fiery Slash]!

Huo Jie raised his hand and made a real killing move, aiming to destroy Zhen Rufeng.

Wu Yazi's five disciples each received a part of the Five Elements of Fumen. However, when the master came in, they all relied on themselves to practice. The techniques practiced by the brothers were different, and their understanding became the biggest obstacle for everyone to advance.

Huo Jie's sword was his own killing move, and he had the courage to kill everything in front of him!

The fire spiritual power swept across, and the blade was like a glow.

After it fell, the ground was cracked.

but……

Zhen Rufeng was not within the range of being killed.

"Your knife is very strong, like strong wine used to cook fire." Zhen Rufeng praised: "It's a pity, it's just a little slow."

After saying this, Zhenrufeng's sword arrived!

A short knife as thin as a willow leaf was slashed towards Huo Jie's neck.

Who knows how this guy got in front of Huo Jie.

At this moment, Huo Jie, who had opened the door due to a full blow, was actually in a critical situation of death.

This is the battle between swordsmen in the world of cultivation!

Unlike all other types of practitioners, most swordsman's battles are like wind and thunder, with victory or defeat, life and death all decided by this thought.

…

Huo Jie encountered a crisis with just one strike!

But Huo Jie is not a person who gives up easily!

Faced with the lancet slashing towards his neck, Huo Jie made an astonishing response!

He used the little time he had to avoid the vital part of his neck and used the shoulder blade of his left arm to bear the blow of the knife!

In a flash of lightning, the knife cut into Huo Jie's body.

Blood, accompanied by the force of the strong wind, began to splash.

This is the effect of Zhenrufeng’s spiritual blessing: [Bloodletting]!

But that's all the damage!

Zhen Rufeng discovered in horror that the direct knife was actually embedded in Huo Jie's body and could not be pulled out!

This Huo Jie... actually thought of a strategy that would hurt both sides.

When Zhen Rufeng realized this, it was already too late!

Because Huo Jie's knife has arrived.

The blade is still blazing, like a blazing fire.

Zhen Rufeng only had one tenth of a second to think about his next move.

If he doesn't give up his sword and retreat, then his hand holding the sword will be cut off directly. Even if he cultivates to the sky for the rest of his life, he can only use his left hand to hold the sword, because even if the broken hand can be put back without any abnormality, But he can no longer practice the sword technique as fast as the wind today.

Then, I had no choice but to give up the knife.

But……

After giving up the sword, can I still be considered a swordsman?

Swordsmen all have one belief: the knife belongs to the person.

After giving up the knife, my faith collapsed.

This is a choice.

And there is only a flash of time to think.

Finally, driven by instinct, Zhen Rufeng let go.

The knife was left on Huo Jie's body.

"Stop, we lose this battle." Wu Yazi spoke before Huo Jie could use his sword again.

"Master..." Huo Jie was very puzzled.

Wu Yazi replied: "Disciple, hide your sword in your heart. This is just a competition, not a life or death battle."

Hearing this, Huo Jie's burning eyes gradually calmed down. He nodded, then put the knife into its sheath, then pulled out the lancet that struck him. Finally, he turned to look at Zhen Rufeng and said, "Your knife is very fast. I It’s okay to admit that.”

Zhen Rufeng's face was ashen.

Huo Jie continued: "You can win this competition, but when it comes to life and death, you will definitely die... You know what I mean, your sword is with me, your belief as a swordsman is gone, your The Taoist heart is also destroyed. You can talk about winning or losing, but you can't talk about life and death. You have fear."

After saying this, Huo Jie threw away the bloody lancet, then turned and left the pavilion.

Zhen Rufeng stood there, his eyes blank.

"Fellow Taoist, this disciple of yours is simply a desperado." Taoist Guangfeng had a bad look on his face.

Wu Yazi said angrily: "You have the nerve to say that my apprentice was cut like this by your apprentice. If I don't stop, one of them will die today. But your apprentice has no sword, I I wonder how he survives.”

"Isn't this a win?" Master Kuangfeng laughed.

"Let's start the fourth game." Wu Yazi lost interest because of what Huo Jie was doing.

At the beginning of the fourth game, Tujie walked out.

Tujie is a simple and honest young man, wearing shorts and shorts, which are mended, and holding a lump of soil in his hand, like a farmer returning from planting rice.

Looking at such a guy, Master Kuangfeng smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Wuya, each of your disciples is really more unique than the last."

"Of course!" Wu Yazi said: "The purpose of our sect is to educate people without distinction. As long as they have talent that can be made, it doesn't matter what they do. As long as they are willing to learn, they will achieve something."