Jumping up to the top of the city, a white sword shot out from Zhu Biao's hand. He had just mastered the "Zongheng Sword Technique" and was able to test it on his opponent.
Sun Tianfeng was shocked. He did not expect Zhujiazhuang to be so well prepared. Bows, arrows, and Zhu Biao had all arrived. But he still snorted coldly. He shook the fly whisk lightly in his hand, and the silk bundles were wrapped like silk.
When Zhu Biao suddenly stabbed the sword, he used his inner strength to break it in one fell swoop.
But the first-class level of "Zongheng Sword Technique" did not come for nothing. As soon as the whisk filament and the sword body came into contact, the power contained in the sword body shook the dust silk loose. When Sun Tianfeng's second internal force came, I wish
Biao had already turned his wrist to withdraw the long sword and moved it flatly in front of him.
The sword light was as fast as lightning under the indifferent starlight, and it cut straight towards Sun Tianfeng.
"Damn it!" Sun Tianfeng cursed in his heart, unable to breathe or exert force.
"Moyun Golden Wing Technique" is not "Nine Folds of Meandering Flow". Its advantages are height and speed, but it is too far behind to make twists and turns in mid-air.
Sun Tianfeng originally thought that with his strength as a second-rate master, it would be no problem for him to leap to the top of the city. However, he did not expect that Zhu Biao had already set up a net to arrest him. Although the two were a level apart, Sun Tianfeng was not at the point where he could do whatever he wanted.
The whisk was a useless effort, and Sun Tianfeng's old strength was exhausted. Zhu Biao made another smooth stroke in front of him, and Sun Tianfeng couldn't do it as if he was touching the wall with his feet.
The fly whisk was retracted to the middle of the chest. As soon as the dust handle blocked Zhu Biao's sword, it fell lightly to the ground with the help of this external force.
Zhu Biao kicked his legs hard and quickly took over the city.
He was unwilling to give up the first move, and stabbed Sun Tianfeng straight in the back with his long sword.
Sun Tianfeng heard the whistling of his sword behind his head, swung his fly whisk sideways, turned around and turned into ten thousand silver needles, and sprinkled them on Zhu Biao who was attacking.
With enough internal strength, the weak silk whisk became as hard as an iron needle. Zhu Biao's sword move from top to bottom was stunned. Sun Tianfeng blocked Zhu Biao's move and did not rush to use the whisk again.
To move forward, he handed the whisk to his left hand, reached his right arm behind his back, and a bright sword appeared in his hand.
The whisk in his left hand and the long sword in his right hand were used to kill Qi Shi. Zhu Biao's performance in several moves attracted Sun Tianfeng's attention.
Zhu Biao encountered a formidable enemy and was refreshed. Thinking of the Taoist's deep internal strength, his extremely swift moves, and his unpopular weapons such as whisks, he must now concentrate all his energy to unfold all he has learned and apply for this skill.
war.
Sun Tianfeng's swordsmanship was brisk and sharp, with a whisk flipping up and down, and his left and right hands cooperated tacitly. Zhu Biao felt nervous as soon as he took out a dozen moves. Although the "Zongheng Sword Technique" was sharp and fearless, his internal strength was not as good as others, and he gradually became nervous while the sword light was flying.
Like a bison caught in a net, it keeps running but can never get out of its trap.
Ji Dahai, Wei Xiaodong, and Guiliang watched with joy. Zhu Biao's posture was obviously helpless, so the three of them were just waiting to enter the village.
"Two brothers, let's attack separately to see how many men and arrows Zhujiazhuang has." Ji Dahai laughed loudly, his eyes falling on the broken wall of Zhujiawu Fort as if victory was within his grasp.
They have three third-rate masters and thirty elite servants, and they can of course kill them if they rush in. But losses are inevitable, and the purpose of this operation is to kill the entire Zhu clan. This is Sun Tianfeng's only
To meet their demands, it is natural to surround them and search them all.
"Damn-" It was Zhu Biao's turn to say this.
Every member of the Zhu family is the most precious asset of the Zhu family. He would be heartbroken if any of them were to die or be injured.
"Uncle Hong, take the people back to Zhuangzi——"
Although he had received the news early and made internal arrangements, Zhu Biao never expected Sun Tianfeng's appearance. Just like when he decided to enter Qing County alone, he did not think that he was an inner disciple of the Nine Curved Sword Sect.
Although the tiger skin has been peeled off, Chen, Wang, and Ji San in Qing County will never know about it, and their own information is definitely not that well-informed.
In fact, if Sun Tianfeng had not appeared, Zhu Biao would not have had any bad consequences as long as he did not use the name of "an inner disciple of the Nine-curved Sword Sect". Chen Shaohui, who knew nothing about his situation, and others
People will still treat him as an inner disciple of the Nine Curved Sword Sect.
Chen, Wang, and Ji San all have more or less third-rate masters and first-level coaches. Zhu Hong does not need to tell him this, Zhu Biao already knows it from his memory. But he owns the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword"
》With it in his hand, ordinary third-rate people cannot stand a blow from him.
That's why we set up a net and wait for the men from the three families to fall into the net.
But the appearance of Sun Tianfeng disrupted the whole situation. After seeing the origin of his martial arts at a glance, Zhu Biao couldn't help but raise his concerns.
Since he was trapped, the coaches of the three families were invincible. Uncle Hong could only hold down one of them. If the other two were to bully him, the twenty disciples of Zhumen would not be enough for them to kill.
There are quite a few servants following the instructor. If they get on the right track in Zhujiazhuang, things will be even more troublesome. In the future, I will be the Tuben clan, and I will not be able to recover today's losses.
At this moment, Zhu Biao became even more depressed and annoyed. Why didn't he think of digging a few tunnels to hide in ten days? The cold weather and the hard soil were not the reason.
"Boy, you should think more about yourself..." Zhu Biao was distracted, and Sun Tianfeng became even more advantageous, which made him happy and annoyed at the same time.
The happy thing is that Zhu Biao cares about the village, and his mind must be divided; the angry thing is that he, a second-rate expert, needs his opponent to distract him when dealing with a third-rate little shrimp. This is simply a shame!
But facts speak louder than words. Although Sun Tianfeng currently has the advantage, he has never been able to form an overwhelming force. Even the sword power of Zhu Biao's "Zongheng Sword Technique" has not been disrupted.
After completing the ten levels and ten perfections of basic swordsmanship, Zhu Biao was completely comfortable in applying swordsmanship such as "Zongheng Swordsmanship".
Moreover, Sun Tianfeng also knew that Zhu Biao also had the special skill of "Yinfeng Three Life Sword". In short, most of Sun Tianfeng's original arrogance had been worn away. He knew that he would have to pay a high price if he wanted to win Zhu Biao.
Sun Tianfeng didn't want to be injured or even seriously injured by Zhu Biao, so he endured it in his shame and annoyance, and, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, he stopped using his moves, and the heavy nets were still there for Zhu Biao.
A gap appeared.
In the life-and-death struggle, both parties were aware of every change in the situation, and Zhu Biao immediately felt the faint gap. But 73 points of wisdom told him that it was not a 'way to survive', the gap was
Behind it is bound to be a death trap that can plunge you into an irreversible situation.
"Yinfeng Three Life Sword"——
"Zongheng Sword Technique" Withdrew his sword power, Zhu Biao held his sword in the middle of his chest, facing Sun Tianfeng's long sword whisk without slowing down, and stabbed out three clean swords in sequence.
"Kill--" The long sword was like an angry dragon, baring its teeth and claws and striking straight at the slightest gap.
