Zuo Zimu was shocked.
The gazes of all the Infinite Sword School disciples were all focused on Zuo Zimu. At this moment, Zuo Zimu really had a feeling of riding a tiger and finding it difficult to get off. The moment Zhao Wuji made his move, he faintly felt that Zhao Wuji's strength surpassed his.
At the very least, he couldn't kill his two disciples in such a short period of time. Their speed was too fast, and coupled with their strange movement techniques, Zuo Zimu had already developed a sense of fear in his heart before he even started to attack.
Undefeatable!
Zuo Zimu could not help but feel a shadow in his heart. However, at this moment, Zuo Zimu also reacted.
"Die!"
Only to see an extremely cold expression, his body with a "hula", already arrived in front of Zhao Wuji, his walking position extremely mysterious, but also a peculiar footwork, his body with a swishing sound, the speed that instantly erupted was incomparably swift, in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of Zhao Wuji, long sword straight for Zhao Wuji's throat attack.
"Sneak attack! Despicable!"
Xin Shuangqing saw through Zuo Zimu's surprise at a glance. This time, his speed was extremely fast. Before Xin Shuangqing's voice could be transmitted, the long sword in his hand loosened forward and already arrived in front of Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji was as unmoving as a mountain. In fact, the instant Zuo Zimu launched a sneak attack, Zhao Wuji's demonic seed had already sensed it. He only felt a numbness in his throat, having long felt the route of Zuo Zimu's sneak attack.
Xin Shuangqing's voice had just passed out when Zuo Zimu's long sword just barely poked Zhao Wuji's Adam's apple.
This sword was extremely vicious, carrying a mysterious, dark, cold, and vicious style, but it was also not the style of the Infinite Sword School. A vicious style, coupled with a sneak attack, Zuo Zimu had absolute confidence that he could definitely kill Zhao Wuji.
However…
A sword stabbing into the air, Zhao Wuji's footsteps lightly slid, quickly pulling open the distance between himself and Zuo Zimu, Lingbo microstep, unrestrained like an immortal, Zhao Wuji dressed in white, but very free and easy.
Xin Shuangqing only felt a blur in front of her eyes. Zhao Wuji who clearly didn't have time to dodge actually swiftly pulled open the distance. This reaction speed was simply terrifying.
Zuo Zimu's attack didn't hit, but the sword momentum in his hand fiercely unfolded. Relying on sneak attacks, he had already taken the initiative, and was also very confident in his own strength. If he continued to fight fiercely, he would definitely be able to find Zhao Wuji's flaw and give him a fatal blow.
The golden needle transcended the tribulation, the white rainbow pierced the sun, and the myriad flowers competed for beauty.
The Infinite Sword School's swordsmanship was displayed continuously like flowing clouds and flowing water. The disciples of the Infinite Sword School could not help but be intoxicated when they saw it.
"Sect Master, this sword technique is really amazing. I also know unscrupulous sword techniques, but I didn't expect this sword technique to be so terrifying!”
"I see, Zhao Wuji this brat definitely can't block the sect master's attack!”
"Look at him. He can only dodge now. I think he'll die without a doubt in less than ten moves!”
Xin Shuangqing also secretly squeezed a cold sweat. Right now Zhao Wuji was clearly at a disadvantage. Although it looked like no matter how Zuo Zimu attacked, there was always no way to truly injure Zhao Wuji. It was just that Zuo Zimu wasn't anxious. His sword momentum unfolded, already gradually forcing Zhao Wuji into a blind spot. As long as he couldn't unfold his movement technique, it would be the time for him to die!
It was now!
Zuo Zimu suddenly displayed his golden needle tribulation, like an immortal tribulation, only to see a sword light break through the tribulation cloud straight towards Zhao Wuji's chest, only…
Ding!
Just at this time, Zhao Wuji suddenly stepped out, the footwork of Lingbo Microstep suddenly changed, but it was Seven Star Step.
He took a step forward, and a domineering aura suddenly appeared!
A third rate move of the pugilistic world, when displayed by Zhao Wuji, was truly unstoppable. This step, his entire person was like a great river surging, the river water hitting the table, rolling up ten thousand feet of waves. Clearly he was forced to have no place to dodge, but, it was this step that changed the world.
Zhao Wuji was white as a feather, between one step flashing, his imposing manner expanded once again. Afterwards, also not seeing Zhao Wuji use a sword, just stepping with his right foot, a move of Wind God's Leg,'Strong Grass in the Wind's' leg momentum, exploded out.
His aura was surging with this kick. His entire body was filled with inner strength. His muscles, bones, and skin were pulled apart one by one. With one move, he was like a thunderbolt and a god descending to the mortal world.
"This aura!"
All the disciples felt the extraordinary power of this move at this moment. The disciples who were still shouting about the wisdom of the sect leader stopped talking at this moment. They were like ducks that had their necks pinched and were waiting to be slaughtered. They looked at everything in front of them foolishly.
Zuo Zimu's whole body shook, seeing this leg attack, he couldn't hide, couldn't avoid, Zhao Wuji kicked heavily in the chest.
Wow!
In an instant, Zuo Zimu felt his chest tremble violently, a mouthful of blood violently spurting out in the middle of the roar. In just an instant, he knew that he was seriously injured. Only, at this time, his eyes also revealed a bit of ruthlessness, circulating his inner strength, forcefully stopping his retreating trend. The long sword in his hand stabbed forward, straight towards Zhao Wuji's chest.
With a light sound, Zhao Wuji's three fingers gently pinched the sword's edge. In an instant, Zuo Zimu's expression changed. Raising his head, he saw Zhao Wuji's mocking gaze.
This guy was simply toying with him.
Subconsciously, Zuo Zimu wanted to swing his sword horizontally, cutting off Zhao Wuji's finger, only, with a ding sound, the sword edge didn't move at all, but a terrifying suction force was suddenly transmitted from the sword blade.
In an instant, Zuo Zimu felt his internal strength surge out.
The Northern Dark Divine Art had sucked all the inner strength in his body. Zuo Zimu's body went limp, and with a plop, his hair turned pale instantly. His face looked like an old man in his nineties.
His life essence was all sucked dry by Zhao Wuji.
Thud!
Zuo Zimu's whole body fell limp on the ground, only feeling that his body didn't have the slightest bit of strength. He reluctantly raised his head, looking at Zhao Wuji, his mouth issuing a weak and pleading voice: " Sect Master, I, I still have a young son. He, he is still a baby. Please, please…"
Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and then he spoke indifferently: "I promise you!"
Zuo Zimu gasped a few times, raising his head to look at Zhao Wuji, his eyes revealing a somewhat grateful expression. Afterwards, he mustered his last bit of strength and loudly said: "I, Zuo Zimu, entered the Sword Lake Palace and betrayed my fellow disciples. Heaven and earth deserve to be punished. Today, the disciples of the sect shall accept Zhao Wuji as the new sect master.”
As he spoke, Zuo Zimu raised his sword and slashed at his own neck.
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