Hanzi chuckled, turned around 360 degrees, swung the blood ax from behind, and faced Huang Tiezhang's sword with a roar.
The surging Qianlong true energy burst out from the blood axe, and with a loud "bang" sound, the thick sword and blood ax connected in the air. With the two people as the center, a violent storm surged, snowflakes flew, and almost both of them were wrapped up. .
Amidst the roar, everyone saw a tall figure falling out of the place where the snowflakes were flying. With a dull "bang-", he fell onto a boulder six or seven meters away. Where the snowflakes were flying, a big knife "dinged". The sound penetrated through the snow and penetrated into the rocks under the ice and snow.
Everyone was in an uproar.
Naturally, this person was Huang Tiezhen, and he couldn't get away from it even after two hard encounters. He knew that he was far different from Hanzi, and the fall was not light. After getting up from the ground, he still felt the blood surge. The right hand holding the knife was shaking violently, and he could hardly hold the big knife in his hand.
Where the heavy snow fell, Hanzi's clear and tall figure was revealed. He felt that the Qianlong Zhenqi could suppress the strange power, and the Qianlong Zhenqi could be used against the enemy. He was completely relieved to deal with it. It is enough for these ancient martial arts sects to have Qianlong Zhenqi.
Gu Daiyu's face in the distance showed a strange color, and she quietly whispered something to a girl next to her, and the girl turned and left.
Hanzi naturally saw this strange move, but where did the girl go? Firstly because he had to deal with the next battle, and secondly because there were eleven disciples standing around him, and his sight was blocked, so he couldn't see the girl doing it at all. What happened? I thought to myself: "I wonder what tricks this bitch is playing."
Turning around, he looked at Fei Wuhen and said, "You'd better come together to save me the trouble."
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt whispered a few words to the old man in Taoist robes next to him, and then slowly walked out, "Boy, you think too highly of yourself, don't you? Come along, I'm afraid that in a short time, you will become A lonely ghost."
He slowly took out a long bag from his waist and took out a short gun about one foot long. He pressed the gun twice and made two "clang" sounds. It turned into a one-meter-long gun. A few strands of gold-rimmed cherry blossom whiskers on the gun's head were floating in the cold wind. The gun's head shone brightly, giving off a chill.
When Hanzi saw his weapon, he said: "Your Excellency is Mr. Zhang from Beiqiang from Tiantai."
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "Yes, I didn't expect that at such a young age, I know a lot. I am just Zhang Zhiran from Tiantai."
Hanzi held the sacrificial ax in his hand and said solemnly: "Mr. Zhang, do you believe what Gu Daiyu said and that I am a heinous thief?" He heard Xu Xian'er say that Zhang Zhiran of the Tiantai Gunslinger is actually a very upright person. He is known as the Northern Spear, and Nan Fulu Taoist is known as the Southern Spear. He is one of the representatives of the ancient martial arts circles in the north and south.
Zhang Zhiran said calmly: "You should know best whether you are right or wrong. I believe that a woman's chastity is much more important than a person's life."
Hanzi was speechless. He thought that no matter how decent these people are, their thoughts are still that of an antique. There is a huge difference between their thoughts and modern thoughts. It is called the ancient martial arts world. In fact, all of them are old and immortal. In fact, they just dare not Poor people who face reality and cannot integrate into society.
Knowing that it would be useless to talk to him, he cupped his hands and said: "In that case, please go ahead." The blood ax made several ax flowers in his hand, which was a sign of respect for the other party, commonly known as courtesy.
It's the enemy, no one is injured or killed.
The blood ax turned into a white light and slashed out diagonally. The ax was dense and a bit colder than ice and snow.
"Well done!" The silver gun in Zhang Zhiran's hand pointed like a snake or a cone, two dots and one line. Everyone felt a flash of white light in front of their eyes, and then heard a sharp "ding" sound.
With a single click, Zhang Zhiran flipped over and jumped four to five meters into the air.
When Hanzi's blood ax touched him, he didn't retreat at all. He just moved his feet lightly in a defensive posture.
Zhang Zhiran whispered in the air, and the silver spear turned into dozens of white rays of light, attacking Han Zi on the ground like a bolt falling from the sky.
The bloody ax in Hanzi's hand was spinning rapidly, and the sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding" metal collisions was heard from the dense axe.
The young disciples of the Eleventh Sect saw Zhang Zhiran's body jumping up and down, moving forward and retreating like a rabbit or a goshawk, and his body movements were all reaching the extreme speed, so he couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Only Fei Wuhen and other senior ghosts could see that although Zhang Zhiran's offensive was extremely fierce, it did not pose any threat to Hanzi. Zhang Zhiran attacked dozens of moves, but Hanzi was just in the same position.
With a few simple movements within a meter radius, and with the bloody ax flying freely in his hand, he had blocked all the attacks from the North Spear, looking calm and calm, and able to cope with it easily.
Seeing that Zhang Zhiran could not gain the slightest upper hand after a long fight, he suddenly shot up in the air and stabbed Han Zi three times from three directions. The spears were like lightning and dazzling, truly full of power.
"What a move! Phoenix Three Nods!" Suddenly a voice of surprise came from the crowd.
Han Zi laughed heartily and said, "So what?" The blood ax was shot out with electricity, not noticing the two shots on the left at all, and faced the cold light of the right shot.
Zhang Zhiran seemed to be surprised. Although his famous stunt Phoenix Three Nods was executed in sequence, the difference was less than a fraction of a second. Hanzi's ax hit his first spear.
Strike first and then act, restrain first and then suppress, seal your shot, and the phoenix nods three times and becomes a rooster nodding. These are tests of quick eyes, arrows and hands.
The ax muzzles and spear points met, and with a clanging sound, Zhang Zhiran took three steps back suddenly, and Hanzi stepped forward diagonally with his right foot. It seemed that Zhang Zhiran had used all his strength in this attack.
"Look at the gun, kid." Zhang Zhiran retreated violently without looking back. The silver gun in his hand was like lightning and a silver snake splitting through the air, stabbing Han Zi straight from the top of his head.
This is the most powerful move in the Yue family's marksmanship in ancient times - the horseback spear.
Hanzi had been prepared for a long time. He had heard Xu Xian'er say that Bei Qiang Zhang Zhiran's counterattack spear was the most powerful. When he saw the opponent's spear glowing like a strong wind and waves, others could not see where the tip of the spear was, but he could see the spear tip in the sky.
I saw the tip of a silver gun as big as the tip of a pen.
The blood ax cut straight out like lightning, and a deep shout came from the mouth. This ax was not very famous, but it had the power to break through mountains and rivers. Where the shadows of the ax and gun overlapped, there were three consecutive sounds of "chichichichi" as metal broke through gold.
When the news came, Zhang Zhiran felt that the hand holding the gun was shaken violently. With a light move of his hand, the silver gun disappeared.
With horror in his heart, he suddenly retreated seven or eight meters, then raised his right hand, only to see that the sides of the right hand's mouth were covered in blood and flesh, and one palm was trembling uncontrollably.
Not far away, the head of his refined silver spear was split open from the middle, turning into a claw-like shape, lying crookedly on the vast snow.