"Let's go!" Suddenly there was a flash of blue light, and a blue rainbow separated the distance between the long sword in Zhan Bohan's hand and the woman. Another masked man in green clothes appeared, and with just a lift of his left hand, he grabbed the masked woman.
The masked woman glanced at the man in Tsing Yi with some panic. She was as graceful as a wild goose and had already flown out of the high wall.
"Another one!" Zhan Bohan stepped back slightly and looked at the young man in tight Tsing Yi with only a pair of icy eyes exposed in front of him.
"Mr...." The woman in green clothes said in a daze. As soon as she said a word, the man in green clothes coldly scolded her: "Go away quickly!" After saying that, she pushed the wind with her palm, and the woman in green clothes floated up.
, and then was sent outside the high wall
Zhan Bohan looked a little dazed, with a bit of surprise on his face, and snorted: "There are still a few more moments, your kung fu is good, let me teach you!" As he said this, he stepped forward, flipped the long sword in his hand, and pointed it towards the Qing Yi.
The masked boy stabbed him
The man in green gave way and moved sideways gracefully. With his backhand, he slashed towards Zhan Bohan's right shoulder with a sword. Zhan Bohan leaned back, moving like a wind, as quiet as a virgin, with a heroic appearance.
It's so powerful and powerful
And the man in green clothes moves like clouds and flowing water, his movements are freehand, light and elegant, just like the clouds and wild cranes in the mountains. The two of them are strong and soft, and they complement each other.
With a sound of "chi", after dozens of moves, Zhan Bohan gradually fell behind. The empty door on the right opened wide, and the man in green swiped his long sword. He actually knocked the sword from Zhan Bohan's hand and followed it with a kick.
Kicked away, Zhan Bohan hit Zhan Bohan in the chest. Zhan Bohan staggered back and leaned against a stone pillar. He groaned and vomited blood.
There was a sharp murderous intention in the eyes of the man in green clothes. Under the bright moonlight, his blue clothes were fluttering, like an immortal in a poem. The sword in his hand was sent forward and stabbed towards Zhan Bohan's chest.
"Be careful!" Yunxuan's face turned pale and she screamed, looking at the silver-white sword body and the cold and piercing eyes of the man in green with a look of fear.
"Master!" Hearing a shout, Zhan Anming, the steward of the Zhan family, ran out. The breeze in his sleeves shook the air, and a burst of true energy bounced back the young man's long sword.
The young man's body flew backwards, knowing that he had met a master, so he didn't bother too much. His green clothes fluttered, and his agile and light figure was hidden under the sky of the clear breeze and bright moon.