Chapter 235 The masters gather, what are they planning?
Wearing a tight-fitting shadow suit, he was shrouded by the colorful branches under the moon, as if he was invisible. Zhu Biao couldn't hear the slightest sound of his breathing. He was obviously close at hand, let alone the sound of his heartbeat. He had two Emei thorns in his hands.
The same thin black cone looks like a weapon for bloodthirsty assassination.
This is an assassin-type master!
"I just saved my life." Wiping the non-existent sweat on his head, Zhu Biao was secretly afraid. It was natural for people to be together with Song Yingzhu. At this time, they were absolute allies.
"Huhu..." There was another string of clothes piercing the air. Four figures, two in front and two in back, fell one after another. It seemed that four more famous masters had arrived.
Song Yingzhu's palms were soaked with sweat, and Zhu Biao's mouth couldn't close even more. What's going on? Are the experts gathering in groups?
Among the four people who came, the leader was a forty strong man with a broad purple face, a big nose and a square mouth. He was much more powerful than the others. He stood there with his eyes wide open like a king in the palace.
"Who are you? An enemy of the Nine Curved Sword Sect?"
It was Song Yingzhu who had been asking them who they were. Now that they knew Song Yingzhu's identity, they were surprised to find Zhu Biao's identity. Zhuang Xianfei's body was placed aside, and everyone could see that his head was separated.
The previous heavy injury - arrow!
"The Infinite Way?"
Among the two major evil sects of the Northern Han Dynasty, the Red Lotus Sect is simply an evil sect, while the Wuliang Tao focuses most of its energy on developing followers and rebelling. Their original origins are very strange. To rebel, weapons, armor, and crossbows must be involved.
A disciple of the Jiuqu Sword Sect was injured by an arrow. Wuliang Dao is naturally the most suspect.
"Nvxia Song, my lord does not want to quarrel with the Jiuqu Sword Sect, nor is he an evil heretic. Therefore, I dare to ask the female hero to calm down and come to our residence to suffer for a few days. When everything is settled, I will release my daughter.
Freeman——"
The purple-faced man spoke with complete sincerity. Even Zhu Biao could hear it.
But even if the other party was telling the truth, Song Yingzhu didn't lie at all. If he stayed with them for a few days, when everything was over, the Jiuqu Sword Sect might have to get involved with them. And he was a woman. Just in case.
If you suffer from the Tao, life is worse than death!
Clenching the sword in his hand, Song Yingzhu's eyes became sharper.
"Boy, are you not a member of the Wuliang Tao? If so, then come with us. The leader of your sect, the Wuliang Taoist, is also a guest of my lord."
"Hmph, a bunch of rebels and low-key juniors, how can I get along with them?" With the sword in front of his chest, Zhu Biao made a gesture of preparation. However, he was not so 'refreshed' that he took the initiative to reveal himself.
His name has a lot of grievances and grievances that have not yet been understood. If this bigger one is involved, when will there be a complete solution?
Although this group of people seemed to be targeting the imperial hunting ground in Nanshan, and they would be targeting dignitaries or even members of the royal family, but 'the matter is none of their own business'. Let's save our lives first today.
"Nvxia Song, please come to our cave to rest for a while. This junior, take it, no matter whether you live or die." The two big eyes like copper bells rolled up, and the purple-faced man also turned his hands down, and then showed them in front of others.
At that moment, his hands were suddenly wearing a pair of boxing gloves that glowed with red copper.
The five knuckles were specially made with the heads of lions, tigers, bears, wolves and leopards, and the ferocious and sharp barbs on the back of the hand made people shudder. The feeling of hitting people is so creepy!
This kind of strange weapon that has only been seen in books in the past is really much more intimidating than weapons like swords, cones and canes. Zhu Biao's eyes felt like his eyelids were twitching from the first moment the gloves appeared.
I thought that if I were pulled by the barb, my mouth would be dry and my throat would be tight.
Moreover, every strange weapon must correspond to a unique unique skill. He has definitely never seen such a skill. He has no experience, and now he is encountering an absolutely strong enemy and a weak one. Really
It's very unlucky.
And the gloves can restrain the sword to a certain extent. Zhu Biao didn't know that the sword in Song Yingzhu's hand was a famous weapon in the world, but he knew that the three-foot green sword in his hand was just an ordinary 100-meter steel-making sword.
The sword is made by the craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry and is the standard sword of the first-level officer of Zhonglang General. It cannot withstand the ravages and intimacy of the fist gloves several times!
But on the surface, Zhu Biao stood tall and straight, showing no trace of his uneasiness or anxiety. He tried his best to save his life. All the changes came too suddenly and the time was too short.
Just now, he was sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, but in the blink of an eye, he found that the tiger had turned into a pride of lions, and he was thrown into the center of the pride with the first tigress. The sudden danger, the sudden crisis that he faced, left him speechless.
Time to think about what is going on.
He didn't even have time to say a word to Song Yingzhu. The two just exchanged a look, and their thoughts and thoughts were all distracted by the constant changes——
His eyes were fixed on the other person's figure, his messy hair was fluttering in the wind, and the hem of his robe was fluttering in the night wind. He was lonely and arrogant!
Seven against two, there is still a serious disagreement between the two middle schools, but Zhu Biao does not think that he is a dead end. He still has "Xuanyin Smoke" in his hand, as well as Thunderbolts and Lei Zhenzi, so he can fight out
A way out is not a problem!
Five steps before slanting his hand, the man in shadow under the mottled shadows of the trees, his long and narrow face showed no emotion, his eyes were focused and deep, and his black jade-like crystal pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of transparent crystal, making it impossible to see.
His expression changed slightly.
There was a deathly silence all around, the calm before the storm, and no sound of breathing could be heard.
The black slender awl was the first to take action, and his movements were so fast that they were in sharp contrast to Ning Zhi, who seemed to have disappeared before. His body just swayed on the spot, and when he rushed forward, shadows appeared in all directions of Zhu Biao, fierce
The offensive covered Zhu Biao’s whole body!
Zhu Biao's body stood upright and motionless, as stable as a mountain, without swaying a step. He just turned his right hand over, and a white light as cold as ice spread out around his body, as if it was an exploded pearl of light.
, countless sword shadows burst out with little bits of shining light and cold light...
I don’t know how many times the symphony struck at that moment. The figure disappeared, and the sword shadows flew. The two people were still facing each other in the original position and posture.
The Assassin's Creed requires no slightest contempt or carelessness, but Zhu Biao's young face is really unconvincing.
Among the nine people present, apart from him, none of them were over thirty, or even over thirty-five. Did the young Zhu Biao have any strength to get involved in the fight?
The purple-faced man said that Zhu Biao didn't care whether he lived or died. The assassin who just failed to succeed in the attack was the first one to want to avenge his humiliation.
"What a fast sword! Is there such a hero in the Northern Land?" There was an exclamation from the other side.
However, such admiration only made the assassin feel colder. The middle of his eyebrows was green, and his murderous gaze continued to cover Zhu Biao's face...
The brand new sapphire blue gown was fluttering slightly, and Zhu Biao's expression was indifferent. Since someone on the other side wanted to challenge him, and they all agreed that the person wanted to challenge him, let him teach him a lesson!
Suddenly——
The assassin suddenly rose ten feet tall, and his body swayed in the air as if there were six or seven phantoms. They all pounced down, and it was so hazy that people couldn't distinguish them. And when people's eyes chased those phantoms.
, but his true body has turned behind Zhu Biao, and the thin black cone in his right hand is invisible, piercing the spine quickly, without any sound of wind, without the slightest chill! Only the unconcealed murderous intention is on Zhu Biao's back.
One of them!
Zhu Biao's figure suddenly turned sideways, his waist bent like lightning, and he was already behind the assassin. The three-foot green sword was as powerful as thunder. The shadows of the swords intertwined in a criss-cross direction, and they rolled wildly!
The thin black cone suddenly turned into a dark web of light, and the assassin reacted very quickly. One move was missed, and the other raised his hand to execute, and he moved up extremely quickly.
The collision of gold and iron was as dense and loud as the fireworks during the Lantern Festival. It suddenly echoed in the mountains.
The assassin lifted off the ground and jumped into the air again, then swooped down. He turned around and saw two black thin cones, black lights criss-crossing, black shadows, and sharp energy like roaring. As if encompassing the world, they intertwined into a big net, and continued to move forward.
Under the shroud of Zhu Biao.
With his arms stretched out, both feet on the ground, the long sword swept across the sky, "Yinfeng Three Life Sword", the assassin made a unique move, Zhu Biao would not show mercy, three pillar-like sword lights penetrated straight into the head.
Zhang Guangwang.
The sword light was so strong that wherever it went, the light net that jumped down from mid-air scattered. However, in the colorful flash of light, several shadows also found gaps and slid down. Flutters of blood were thrown at the same time, and two figures appeared.
They separated suddenly, but met again at the moment of separation.
The black light exploded completely, and the fragmented light network turned into a flash of lightning, bending and twisting, stabbing and flying. The white, bright and cold sword light also continued its previous strength, three cold rays
The rainbow pierced through the light and shadow as before.
Then there was another burst of thunder and crashing sound.
"Haha, Lady Song, we didn't know the winner just now, now let's compete again -" The man in sackcloth swung his long sword, and the sword technique, as heavy as an underwater whirlpool, whizzed towards Song Yingzhu. There was no more beginning.
The man in linen clothes with a solemn expression immediately had the demeanor of a famous martial arts master. Even though the narrow single sword in his hand had been cut into pieces by the green waves, it looked as if he had been cut by the waves.
The dog took three big bites.
"Haha, it seems that some people have forgotten their identities and thought they were running around!" Five people were watching on guard. On the small platform, two teams of four were competing in a fair competition.
But at this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded in the ears of each of the nine people.
Zhu Biao's face suddenly changed. He didn't know where this sinister voice came from, but it seemed to be speaking behind his ears. If Zhu Biao hadn't been determined, he would have wanted to look back in an instant.
But he was still distracted at this moment, and another bloody flower appeared on his shoulder.
The purple-faced man's face froze, but then he roared and jumped up into the air. He hit Zhu Biao's vest with two fists from top to bottom.
The whistling punch force went straight to the back of the heart. Zhu Biao responded with a sword to support the assassin. He turned his left hand back and struck out with two palms.
The "Thunderbolt Hand", which was not weak in power, was completely at a disadvantage in this contest. In the explosion, an extremely strong force rushed down Zhu Biao's palm to the tip of his elbow before being resolved by Zhu Biao's internal strength.
It's the punching power of the purple-faced man.
It was still a punch from a distance. If the fists and palms were facing each other, without the assistance of the gloves, Zhu Biao's left arm would be instantly disabled.
The slight internal injuries he had suffered before were also somewhat affected, and Zhu Biao clearly felt the stagnation of his blood at this moment.
"Well -" A deep groan came from Song Yingzhu's mouth. Just when Zhu Biao suffered a small loss from being beaten twice by the purple-faced man, the iron stick man and a middle-aged scholar using an iron fan also
They attacked her.
She was hit under the base of her left breast by an iron fan. The iron fan looked light, but this blow was extremely powerful. It was supposed to be a point-pressing technique, but Song Yingzhu avoided it. The iron fan almost broke her sternum.
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