"Sister said she didn't want anyone to disturb her tonight, so she specifically asked me to guard the door for her." Zhao Zheng replied calmly.
"But she also said that I should go find her at the second watch." Zhou Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and deliberately glanced at the Yiming Sword that reflected the light. The light was as cold as ice.
"Really? Why don't I remember hearing her say that?" Zhao Zheng pretended not to know.
Zhou Chen was already sure that Zhao Zheng was looking for trouble, but he still smiled kindly and said: "I am an elder, how could I lie to you."
"The older you get, the spicier you get. The older you get, the slipperier you are. The older you are, the more untrustworthy you are." Zhao Zheng slowly shook his head.
"Haha, if it's in business, that's true. But I didn't lie to you today. It would be better if you let me go."
"It's easy for you to get over. Whenever I lie on the ground and can't move, you can get over at any time." Zhao Zheng said as he unsheathed his sword, and the sword drew a dazzling arc, and a strong wind swept across it.
Passing around, the fire was dancing wildly.
"Brother Xian, you are hurting the harmony by talking like this." Zhou Chen clearly felt the threat from Zhao Zheng, and secretly clenched his fists to build up his internal strength.
"Kindness is used to hurt." Zhao Zheng pointed his sword in the air and showed his starting hand.
Zhou Chen spent five hundred taels of money to go out today, how could he be scared here? What's more, in his opinion, Zhao Zheng is just a young boy with yellow hair, and there is really nothing to be afraid of. He made up his mind.
We have to overcome the difficulties tonight and open Shen Luoxia's boudoir door.
Both of them had the will to fight, their eyes met, and they started to fight at the same time.
Zhao Zheng knew that the opponent was very powerful and should not be underestimated, so he struck without any politeness. He swung his sword three times in a row, using the Wuxiang Wuchang and ever-changing Maha Sword Technique.
Zhou Chen suffered the disadvantage of not having a weapon. As soon as he made a move, he was forced back two steps by several sword flowers, and was at a disadvantage. He was good at concealed weapons and was good at using money darts, but he had no eyes for concealed weapons.
It is easy to hurt people. Zhao is Shen Luoxia's younger brother. He was unwilling to hurt Zhao Zheng for a while, so he did not use his proud hidden weapon skills, but used a set of thirty-two styles of long fists to meet the challenge.
Zhao Zheng's strikes were like lightning, and his sword moves were sharp, like a rolling tide. Each wave was stronger than the next. After swinging the seven swords, he became more and more smooth, and simply took the aggressive route, opening and closing the One-Life Sword in his hand.
, the cold light shone in all directions, making the corridor shadowy.
"It's strange, this kid is so young, how can he be so powerful? His moves are fierce and powerful, and his speed is extremely fast. Looking at it like this, he is at least as strong as the second heaven. I really underestimated him before." Zhou.
Chen was secretly surprised. He dodged left and right, dodged several attacks, seized a flaw and launched a counterattack. He used the "stepping double palm" in the 32-style long fist, put his hands on both sides of his abdomen, and aimed at
He took a lunge forward, suddenly pushed out his palms, and penetrated the envelope of sword light.
Zhao Zheng faced the two palms without any panic. He naturally recalled the sword moves specially designed to deal with this situation in his mind. He quickly retracted the sword of life and held it horizontally in front of him. He placed it appropriately across his palms.
The position that was about to be photographed. If Zhou Chen's palms were actually photographed, he would have been cut with blood by the sword blade.
This defensive sword move is called "Moth to the Flame", which means to let the enemy pounce on you and kill yourself.
When Zhou Chen saw the cold light flashing in front of him, he immediately felt something bad. He stopped the momentum of his palms abruptly. There was a muffled sound all over his body, and he stopped his half-swung palms. At this moment, the palms of his hands were far away from the sword blade.
There is only an inch of distance. This is thanks to the fact that he is a warrior from the third heaven and has certain strength. If he had been a warrior from the second heaven, he might not be able to take back these palms.
Zhao Zheng forced Zhou Chen's palms back and launched a further attack. He suddenly swung the life sword horizontally and slashed Zhou Chen's arms without leaving any room.
Zhou Chen stopped the move halfway, and the blood in his body surged and collided. His movements were affected, and he almost couldn't dodge. He barely managed to dodge the move, turned over and kicked the wall, used the force to bounce, jumped onto the guardrail next to him, and leaned over
He squatted on it. He secretly cried out in his heart: "This kid has a weapon in his hand, and his sword skills are sharp and powerful. I will never be a match against him with my bare hands. If I make a mistake, I will be in trouble tonight. It seems that I want to fight him with my bare hands."
To win, you still have to use the money dart that I am good at, but you have to be careful not to seriously hurt him, just hit his hair or sleeves to make him retreat."
Zhao Zheng didn't give Zhou Chen time to breathe. He caught up with him with a sword move, jumped up in the air, and used the sharp tip of his sword to hit Zhou Chen's head.
Zhou Chen quickly dodged, fell to the ground, and then pretended to use the thirty-two-style long fist to counterattack. He punched out, and secretly reached into the dart bag with the other hand, grabbing a money dart, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Hidden weapons, hidden weapons, of course have to be used secretly to kill, to attack them unprepared, to catch them by surprise, and to catch the enemy by surprise.
The two of them exchanged two more moves. Zhou Chen seized the opportunity, flicked his hand, and knocked out the money dart in his hand, aiming at the tip of Zhao Zheng's hair.
Zhao Zheng caught a glimpse of the golden light and immediately turned around to avoid it. He had long known that Zhou Chen was good at playing money darts, so he had been secretly wary of this move.
The money dart rang through the air and flew past a lock of black hair that Zhao Zheng shook off, cutting off several hair strands. If Zhao Zheng had been slower to dodge, an entire lock of hair would have been cut off.
"beep!"
The empty money dart was nailed to the opposite wall, piercing through the earth and stone, sinking into it and disappearing without a trace.
If you were hit by such a dart, you would definitely be dead or injured.
Zhao Zheng was facing a formidable enemy, so he increased his vigilance and charged towards Zhou Chen with his sword, trying to get close to him for a fight.
Zhou Chen missed a hit, frowned, backed up quickly, and took out three money darts in one breath, clasping them between his fingers. Every time he took a step back, he knocked out one of the money darts. Money Darts
Cutting through the night, leaving straight golden rays in mid-air. In almost the blink of an eye, he had already shot out all three money darts.
Zhao Zheng turned sideways to avoid the first money dart, blocked the second money dart with his sword, and jumped high on the guardrail on one side to avoid the third money dart. He stood high and looked down.
He dived, drawing an arc of light with his sword, and the sharp edge was directed towards Zhou Chen's face. His sword seemed simple and unpretentious, but it contained multiple back-up moves. Regardless of whether the enemy was dodging or blocking, he was sure to dismantle it.
This sword move was also created by him, and it was the most powerful among several self-created moves. He named it "One Sword to the West"!
The two of them were no more than a foot apart, and victory or defeat could all happen in a split second.
Facing the cold light coming towards his face, Zhou Chen took out a money dart, held it with two fingers, making an orchid finger gesture, and suddenly exerted force with his middle finger, flicking the money dart out, aiming at the back of Zhao Zheng's hand.
I want to knock the sword out of Zhao Zheng's hand.
Zhao Zheng changed his moves in the air and shook the Life Sword in his hand. Hearing a crisp "ding" sound, the money dart flew away, while the tip of the sword continued to run towards Zhou Chen's door.
The figure stopped, the sword flowers fell away, and the cold light was restrained.
Zhao Zheng stood upright, standing in front of Zhou Chen. The sword in his hand was motionless, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the tip of Zhou Chen's nose. If he moved forward just a little bit, it would be able to pierce the skin.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Zhou Chen's cheek, and his complexion became ugly. He thought that tonight would be the worst chance of defeat at the hands of Shen Luoxia, and even if he lost, he would still be able to spar with the beauty of his dreams, but he didn't expect that he would be able to compete with the beauty of his dreams. He couldn't even enter the beauty's boudoir and was blocked by a yellow-haired boy. It was not that he had never been defeated before, but he was really unwilling to be defeated by a yellow-haired boy's sword.
Zhao Zheng was victorious in the first battle and was extremely happy. Ling Ran said: "I won't hurt you, but I won't do it again. Remember to stay away from my sister in the future." After saying that, he returned the sword to its sheath, and the sword blade and the scabbard rubbed against each other, making the sound of a snake hesitating. .
"My dear brother, you are too arrogant. Do you think you really defeated me? If you hadn't relied on the strength of the sword and I didn't want to hurt you with darts, you would have lost long ago. , how can I allow you to show off your power in front of me." Zhou Chen lost money and was humiliated by Zhao Zheng, and was a little angry.
"Are you not convinced?"
"Of course I'm not convinced."
"Okay, let's compete again. This time I won't use a sword, and you won't use a money dart. Let's just compete with fists and kicks. What do you think?" Zhao Zheng asked with raised eyebrows.
"I think that's right! Fists and feet are not as good as swords, even if there are some bumps, they won't kill people. If it were a fight of fists and kicks, I wouldn't have to give in to you." Zhou Chen responded.
"Hmph, I don't need you to give in."
"We agreed in advance that if I defeat you with fists and kicks this time, you have to make way for me."
"If you have anything to say, I'll tell you after you win!" After Zhao Zheng said this, he raised his hands and prepared to take action.
"I must let you know tonight that I am powerful with my fists and kicks!" Zhou Chen's eyes were sharp, he attacked forward, and used a powerful "Three Walking Fist" to hit the center, stepped out with his left foot, and swung out his right fist, the punch was powerful. As fierce as a tiger.
For this kind of direct attack, he should have dodged and counterattacked, but Zhao Zheng suddenly became interested and planned to have a head-to-head confrontation to see who was stronger than his opponent. He had just won the battle, and his self-confidence had doubled. He stepped forward without fear, activated his inner strength, and punched out with all his strength.
The two fists collided together, making a muffled sound like the morning bells of an ancient temple!
Both fists were so powerful that if they hit a stone, even the stone would be broken. The two forces collided together, just like two wild beasts colliding. The two suddenly collided and separated. Zhao Just as he was taking two steps back to steady his feet, Zhou Chen first took three steps back, and then was shaken by an internal force. He took two more steps back until he was leaning against the wall.
Zhou Chen felt that the phalanges of his fist were about to be broken, and he was in excruciating pain. His body was also hit by internal force, like an overwhelming force. His throat felt salty, and he vomited a mouthful of blood. He said in shock: "This, this kid's internal force is actually stronger than I still want to be strong, could it be that he has also reached the third heaven realm? This is really bloody, how can he cultivate to this point at such a young age!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature Register as a member and recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
