Facing the extremely terrifying Killer No. 2 of the Immortal Yin Sect, Wang Junlin finally stimulated all the potential in his body and slashed out several extremely dazzling swords.
Just like nine black lotuses, they bloomed beside the hair of the woman named Zhang Chuchen, and then disappeared helplessly and indifferently.
Zhang Chuchen had a smile on his face and held a simple, dark-colored dagger in his hand. There were grass clippings beside the sword. Those green grass clippings with juice left them strangely formed into several small dots on the surface of the sword.
In the previous moment, Wang Junlin's extremely sharp and extremely fast nine swords were all responded to by the short sword in Zhang Chuchen's hand. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, looking particularly weak and weak in the wind, but it seemed like countless
Dao Qingfeng restrained Wang Junlin's Dragon Bird Sword, and finally made Wang Junlin's inner breath attached to the Dragon Bird Sword turn into a light cloud.
Wang Junlin's expression was solemn, and he praised: "As expected, he is the No. 2 of the Hidden Killing Sect, and he can defeat my offensive so easily." In the past six months, Wang Junlin, with Nie Xiaoyu's unreserved help,
, coupled with his own efforts, he practiced inner breath whenever he had time, practiced sword skills hard, and experienced several lives and deaths. His strength improved rapidly. He could kill ordinary masters who had broken the martial arts stage. Unknowingly, his martial arts had already improved.
He was on the same level as Chunqiu Nu and Li Zongfeng, but he knew very well that he was no match for Zhang Chuchen.
However, although they were not opponents, it did not mean that they would not fight. On the contrary, Wang Junlin was full of fighting spirit at this time. He grinned at Zhang Chuchen, kicked his toes on the ground, and actually rushed straight towards Zhang Chuchen.
Graceful figure.
With Nie Xiaoyu by his side, Chun Qiu Nu and Chun Qiu Lao Nu, six swordsmen and Shen Guang's group of six ghost-eyed masters were also watching Zhang Chuchen. Even if Wang Junlin was not this female opponent, he was not afraid of himself.
There will be danger, and in this case, this girl is simply the best candidate who automatically comes to his door for him to practice.
Wang Junlin suddenly realized that he had been really lucky recently. First, Luo Yi, a master of swordsmanship, taught him moves, and now he had the second-ranked super assassin in the world to let him practice. Afterwards, he realized something more and listened to Nie Xiaoyu's words.
My opinion, it’s probably difficult to make progress in martial arts!
Zhang Chuchen opened his pair of extremely clear eyes with a somewhat surprised expression. Since she was trained by No. 1, she has killed countless masters who have failed in their power, but she has never encountered such a rampage as Wang Junlin. It seems that
With his heroic and heroic fighting style, doesn't the opponent know that he can easily kill him with such stupid sprint and full of flaws?
No. 1, whom she regarded as everything, did not tell her to kill Wang Junlin now. However, before he went north to find Nie Xiaoyu, he went to the Xu Guogong Mansion in the capital to visit his mother, and used his mother's request to escape from slavery with him.
Yang Su made an exchange and agreed that Yang Su would kill Wang Junlin. He thought that with the existence of Nie Xiaoyu and Chunqiu Lao Nu, it would be difficult for him to kill Wang Junlin, but he did not expect that the opportunity would appear so soon.
Thinking like this, Zhang Chuchen turned his heels slightly, and his whole center of gravity moved back two inches.
In a moment, Wang Junlin had already rushed in front of her. He slashed with a sword without any fancy, and the blade was right between the two majestic breasts under Zhang Chuchen's green and black skirt.
When the Dragon Bird Sword was less than three inches away from Zhang Chuchen's body, Zhang Chuchen's body was like a willow branch, as if it had been broken by the wind of the fist. His whole body fell backward in an extremely strange way.
Using his heel as an axis, he drew a semicircle. After a moment, like a gust of wind, he floated behind Wang Junlin. He gently raised his dagger and stabbed Wang Junlin in the back of the head.
It seemed like a simple action, but under Wang Junlin's speed and the extremely short sunset light at this time, it seemed extremely delicate and terrifying.
And her random stab was obviously a murderous stab, a move most commonly used by hidden killers, but when she performed it, it seemed so casual, so natural... The natural meaning was to give others
In my opinion, since that light sword thrust out, the next moment, it would naturally fall on the back of Wang Junlin's head and stab Wang Junlin directly to death.
It's a pity that she misjudged Wang Junlin's reaction speed and ability to control his body, as well as the purity and richness of the inner breath in his body.
Wang Junlin groaned, and the foot in front of him had already stepped deeply into the soft meadow mud! If an ordinary person wanted to stop suddenly while rushing forward at such a high speed, he would be afraid that the knee of his right foot would be damaged due to
Unable to withstand the force, it broke into several pieces, but Wang Junlin suddenly stopped due to the powerful counter-shock force.
He didn't even look back, and stabbed the dragon bird knife from his armpit with a vicious backhand!
The tip of the sword is pointing towards the ethereal and extremely sharp sword tip.
A clanging sound.
The swords collided, Zhang Chuchen frowned, and waved his free left hand. His sleeve instantly swelled as if something had been poured into it, and he hit Wang Junlin on the head.
Wang Junlin swung out his left fist fiercely and collided with his sleeve. There was a clang and the sound of gold and stone hitting.
In the flash of lightning, a ball the size of a baby's fist flew out from Wang Junlin's left sleeve and exploded in mid-air. A stream of smoke with a strange fragrance suddenly spread quickly between the two of them. The tip of Zhang Chuchen's eyebrows
Wrinkling again, she immediately held her breath, tiptoed, and was about to retreat temporarily. Unexpectedly, three iron thorns from miniature fast crossbows shot out from the white smoke without any sound. When she realized it, they were already a foot in front of her.
land!
If you are an ordinary master of breaking the gong period, your breath will be slightly confused, and then you will have to hold your breath again, and you will inevitably feel a little depressed in your chest and abdomen. Then suddenly encounter Wang Junlin's unpreventable method of shooting iron thorns with a fast crossbow, and it will be very scary.
escape.
But after all, Zhang Chuchen was the number 2 in the hidden murder sect. She suddenly raised her left arm and covered her face with her sleeves. There were three crisp sounds, and the three iron thorns seemed to be shot into the iron.
On top of the board, the sleeves were stretched flat in front of her cheeks, unmovable by the wind, like iron blocks. But it was not without cost. The sleeves were shattered inch by inch, weakly broken into several pieces, revealing her fair and delicate breasts.
Forearm.
At this point, Wang Junlin's sneak attacks had all failed. Zhang Chuchen had no expression on his face, and with a backhand throw, the sword split through the faint poisonous smoke like lightning, followed a weird trajectory, and suddenly killed Wang Junlin.
In front of the king.
Wang Junlin held the Dragon Bird Sword in front of him, and with a clang, the blade just blocked the dagger.
A shadow floated over, and Zhang Chuchen's figure seemed to be no slower than the flying sword. He then came to Wang Junlin's body, held the hilt of the sword extremely calmly, and turned it gently.