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Chapter 1173 Assassination and Practice

Wang Junlin stood at the door, lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and looked at the heavy snow in front of him. His heart was full of helplessness, but his face was full of determination.

He is helpless because he cannot prevent most of the people from dying, but he will definitely move towards this goal no matter how many people who would have died can be saved.

At this time, an old novice wearing black winter clothes was holding a small bundle of firewood and wanted to go inside to add more firewood. He walked in respectfully and humbly from the door where Wang Junlin was.

However, at this moment, Wang Junlin's eyes suddenly shrank.

In the heavy snow, the old novice suddenly moved strangely, no! It wasn't moving, because he was already walking, but in an instant he changed from a slow little sheep to a black one as fast as the wind.

Cheetah.

He actually turned himself into a black line in an instant and came through the wind. Like a black lightning, it seemed to have crossed the gap of time and space. With the wind and snow covering the sound of breaking through the air, in an instant, it shot towards

On Wang Junlin's side, a bright but faintly purple-black dagger appeared in his hand.

At such a short distance, this person was the top killer among the masters of the Breaking Stage. Wang Junlin knew that it was too late to dodge. With his right arm shaking slightly, he picked up the Dragon Bird Sword at his waist and the man was still facing him.

He was facing the front, but the Dragon Bird Sword in his right hand had already slashed straight to the side!

The swords touched each other and struck together, and there was a sound of metal and stone hitting each other.

Wang Junlin suddenly drifted back, stood with his sword horizontally, and looked coldly at the old novice.

The old novice stood still, but his upper body swayed slightly, with an unbelievable look on his face. He was so caught off guard, and in such a short distance, he drew the sword so fast, Wang Junlin actually struck first and blocked it.

Hit him with a killing blow.

And he knew that he only had this chance to strike, so he stood still after the strike and did not try to escape, because Zhang Tiangang had led people to surround him, and more than a hundred crossbow arrows were pointed at him. As long as Wang

With an order from Jun Lin, he will definitely die.

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"Everyone, stand down." Wang Junlin scolded.

Zhang Tiangang and others immediately put away the crossbow arrows. Luo Shixin looked eager to try: "Uncle, leave it to me! I will kill him."

"You may not be his opponent. Let me play for a while first." Wang Junlin waved his hand to Luo Shixin and said with a faint smile: "What a fast sword. I didn't expect that I would meet such a master swordsman when I first arrived in the Central Plains. It happened to be a while.

, I haven’t done anything yet, and I just learned a lesson today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already taken the initiative to attack.

The old novice thought that he would die immediately, but he did not expect that he would have a chance to fight Wang Junlin alone. He laughed evilly and stabbed Wang Junlin with his sword from the left.

This sword seems ordinary, but it is actually the accumulated skill of the old novice throughout his life, and it has reached the state of turning decay into magic, which is as clever as clumsy.

I don’t know who sent this old novice monk, Yang Su, Yu Wenshu, the Queen and the Crown Prince. His strength has reached the peak among the masters of the Breaking Stage, otherwise Wang Junlin would not be interested in him.

The old novice's swordsmanship is not specialized in assassination, but pays great attention to momentum, risking death and then resurrecting. Victory or defeat is determined by a few moves. At this moment, he has murderous intent, and his sword strike is different from the one that killed him just now.

Wang Junlin's eyes were sparkling, and he was walking with strange steps, only walking a few feet away, which made people feel that he was not attacking in a straight line, but constantly changing angles and directions, but it seemed that he was just advancing in a straight line.

It's an indescribable feeling. Just watching it can give people a headache, and you can even imagine how he feels when facing a small killing code.

This unique footwork is a footwork that Nie Xiaoyu tailor-made for Wang Junlin based on Wang Junlin's body shape, height, walking speed and reaction ability, through an unparalleled amount of calculations.

Zhang Tiangang and Luo Shixin had not seen Wang Junlin take action for a long time. At this time, they were very excited and understood, secretly thinking that the footwork could produce such a wonderful effect.

The old novice shouted loudly and moved sideways with lightning. When Wang Junlin held his sword in front of his chest, he refused to fight and evaded, and came to the left side of the opponent about ten feet away.

Others couldn't understand why he suddenly changed his fighting method. Only Zhang Tiangang and Luo Shixin understood that the old novice was unable to see through Wang Junlin's footwork and did not dare to advance rashly, so he was forced to adopt this fighting method.

However, there was a profound reason for his avoidance, and he was able to dodge to the weakest point of Wang Junlin's sword, so he was definitely not at a disadvantage.

When Wang Junlin saw this, his eyes lit up, he shouted "Okay", and at the same time he suddenly backed away.

Under the guidance of Qi, the dagger in the old Samayi's hand turned into a sword shadow like a stormy wave, and the river rushed in pursuit.

Wang Junlin seemed to have predicted the outcome of this battle. He was as calm as a deep pool without wind and waves, and his stern face was as calm as still water. After retreating a foot, he snatched back the horizontal sword to seal the fight.

His retreat and advance are as natural as the tide, and they already have a natural flavor, giving people an indescribable and strange feeling.

Zhang Tiangang, Luo Shixin and others could no longer hide the horrified expressions on their faces.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang!" In the lightning flash, the two exchanged eight moves.

For a moment, the sword light shot out in all directions, and the sword energy filled the air.

The sword's glow enveloped a three-foot radius, and the onlookers' masters of the special operations team subconsciously wanted to retreat as far as possible from this thrilling battlefield.

Wang Junlin suddenly narrowed the sword's power, only clinging to a narrow space. With his strange footwork, in the shadow of the old novice's sword, which opened and closed like a turbulent wave, he looked like a ghost waiting to be moved.

It seemed that he was at a disadvantage, but Zhang Tiangang and Luo Shixin knew that this was actually the best strategy to deal with Lao Shamiyi. At the same time, Wang Junlin wanted to take the opportunity to practice and familiarize himself with this pace through actual combat.

You must know that all moves that focus on attack consume the most vitality. If Wang Junlin can prolong the current situation, when the old novice is exhausted, it will be the moment for Wang Junlin to turn from defense to offense.

At this time, the old Samiyi was focused on nothing else, and slashed out nine swords in a row. Each sword was taken at a different angle, and the force was either light or heavy. Anyone who stood in front of him would feel unstoppable. But Wang Junlin did not.

With a long laugh, the Dragon Bird Sword quickly resolved them one by one, and the force of the sword suddenly expanded, gaining a little initiative and gradually gaining the upper hand.

Luo Shixin, Zhang Tiangang and others looked at the fierce fight on the field with shock on their faces.

In this way, Wang Junlin became more and more courageous as he fought, and his upper hand became more and more obvious. At a certain moment, the old novice was thrown away by Wang Junlin's knife, and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

"Kill him!" Wang Junlin put away his sword and stood up. The evenly matched fight just now made him very satisfied, especially when he went to Snake Island more than a month ago. Nie Xiaoyu was worried that he would be in danger when he came to Luoyang, and he had mastered the steps taught to him.

, even if you encounter masters like the Spring and Autumn Messenger and the Sword God, even if you lose, you can still persist for a while with this pace.

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