He Nian asked: "I wonder if Master Zhang likes drinking?"
Zhang Yuelu asked back: "Why, why would Baihu want to invite me to drink?"
"It's natural. I have this thirty-year-old wine in my hands. Why don't I invite Master Zhang to taste it first?" He Nian chuckled.
"It's not good." Zhang Yuelu said, "This is the wine that Qianhu wants. How can I win people's love?"
"It doesn't matter, I'll just get another jar for Master Qianhu." He Nian suddenly threw the wine jar in his hand.
The wine jar was injected with true energy in advance by He Nian, and before it hit the ground, it exploded in the air, and the wine contained in it fell like rain.
Almost at the same time, Zhang Yuelu turned the "photoless paper" into a paper umbrella to cover his body. Then the paper umbrella spun, and the wine was thrown away by the rotating umbrella surface, scattering in all directions.
Some fell on the railings, eaves, or walls. In an instant, small holes were corroded, making a sizzling sound.
If you look closely, you will see that this is some kind of old wine. It is clearly the waste liquid "green vitriol oil" produced by alchemy. No one knows what poison has been added, which makes it look extremely weird. Just a little bit of it on your body will cause it to rot to the point of decay.
bone.
However, the "photographic paper" is a semi-immortal object, and more than a treasure. Not only was it not damaged, it didn't even leave any traces.
He Nian said no more, stretched out his hand to take a shot, and the sword on his waist flew into his hand.
He Nian held the knife in his right hand and lightly touched the blade with two fingers of his left hand. The blade was suddenly covered with a layer of white light, which flowed erratically, like ripples on water, and at the same time there was a faint sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.
Zhang Yuelu instantly felt the harsh meaning and said softly: "Fuke follows the master in the wind and waves, and water and fire complement each other to make the void become reality. There is something interesting about it."
He Nian said calmly: "To deal with Master Zhang, naturally you have to use some special skills."
Zhang Yuelu closed the paper umbrella in his hand, signaling He Nianjin to let go and do anything.
He Nian was not polite, he pushed forward quickly and slashed horizontally with his sword.
Zhang Yuelu stood still, just when the blade was about to touch him, Zhang Yuelu's cloak automatically moved without wind, and ripples of energy rippled around his body. The paper umbrella in his hand was like a sword, and he pointed at the weak point of the blade.
There was a soft sound, and He Nian could hardly hold the sword in his hand.
At this moment, a heavy snow finally fell.
He Nian's face changed slightly, and he raised his sword in the air again.
The swaying snow curtain was split into two in an instant.
Zhang Yuelu raised the paper umbrella in his hand, using the umbrella as a sword, and held it horizontally in front of him.
The harsh sound of metal and stone colliding sounded.
The two of them suddenly separated, and the long knife in He Nian's hand trembled slightly, causing all the snowflakes within an inch of the blade to turn into snow particles like sprinkled salt.
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Not a single snowflake touched Zhang Yuelu's body, and the falling snowflakes circled and danced around her, like a mist.
The two of them faced each other without giving in at all.
The paper umbrella and the long knife each drew an arc in the snow curtain, and then collided suddenly.
The violent energy vibration directly shattered the snow curtain around both sides into a vast white mist.
The two were fighting together.
He Nian's sword moves and kills, it is fierce and fierce, only attacking but not defending, advancing but not retreating, dying but not living.
The movement of the Zhang Yue Deer Umbrella is light and ethereal, as if the umbrella is missing in the mist and snow, but the paper umbrella is missing but no one is there.
But seeing Zhang Yuelu's light and agile figure, he came and went quickly, and his sword moves were mysterious, either virtual or real, extremely erratic. Although a real person was right in front of him, He Nian felt that he was floating and misty, like smoke.
fog.
He Nian could only wave the long knife in his hand so tightly that the sound of whistling through the air was almost continuous.
Even after the fierce battle, Zhang Yuelu still had the energy to speak: "Sure enough, you are the person dressed as an official! Where are your accomplices?"
He Nian's face suddenly changed: "How did you know?"
Zhang Yuelu didn't answer, and simply passed by with an umbrella.
In an instant, all the snowflakes in the courtyard shattered and turned into countless powdery snow particles, like mist, shrouding He Nian.
He Nian suddenly fell backwards and retreated a distance of more than ten feet. The energy in his body was surging endlessly, causing the surrounding snow curtain to waver.
The white mist formed by the falling snow followed closely.
After He Nian stabilized his body, he circulated the true energy in his body. There was a hob air flowing on the long knife in his hand, like riding the wind and waves, breaking through the white fog that blinded the eyes. At the same time, he completely chopped up the true energy contained in it with one blow.
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The energy of Qi reverberated around, causing the snow and mist mixed with the abundant energy of Qi to fly chaotically across the distance between the two people.
The sword energy in He Nian's hand is like the river tide at the Dragon Boat Festival. It rises and rises again and again. Even in the vast snow and fog, the sword energy can be clearly seen lingering. It is condensed and almost substantial, as if adding another edge to the blade, approaching Zhang Yuelu.
go.
Zhang Yuelu's body was surrounded by countless swirling qi machines, layer upon layer, endless, making He Nian's sword seem to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to advance or retreat any further.
He Nian did not hesitate to release his right hand holding the sword, and while stepping back, he pointed a finger at the head of the long sword.
The long knife suddenly made a thunderous sound, the sword energy was restrained, and there was a faint flash of arc.
In an instant, he broke free from the entanglement of the air-opening machine and stabbed Zhang Yuelu directly in the face.
The "Sword Controlling Technique" of the Qi Refiner.
Zhang Yuelu stopped, his feet still, and his upper body suddenly leaned back, forming an exaggerated angle that was almost parallel to the ground.
After the long knife passed over Zhang Yuelu, she just straightened up when she saw He Nian holding the sword formula with his right hand and making a pulling and pulling movement. Then, under the pull of the true energy, the long knife actually
Then he forcibly turned a round arc behind Zhang Yuelu, like a swallow whirling around a beam, and once again stabbed straight into the woman's back.
Zhang Yuelu turned around suddenly, and opened the paper umbrella in his hand, like a lotus blooming, and like a big shield, blocking the heart-piercing knife from behind.
The long knife stabbed the umbrella surface, making a sharp and harsh sound of metal and stone colliding and rubbing.
He Nian made a gesture of holding the handle of the knife, and the long knife then rotated and hovered in front of the owner.
He Nian held the sword again, followed the movement of the sword, and swept towards Zhang Yuelu again, as if he was hearing thunder in a silent place, and it was coming in an instant.
Facing this knife, Zhang Yuelu did not dodge, but turned the paper umbrella in his hand into a white paper spear and stabbed it out.
The tip of the spear touched the blade of the knife. He Nian's figure suddenly shook, and a flush of color appeared on his face.
Zhang Yuelu swayed backwards and fell. After his feet touched the ground, violent energy exploded directly under his feet and spread around, like a white lotus that was slowly blooming.
When Zhang Yuelu stood still, He Nian rushed forward again. The sword's energy surged, causing the blade that was originally only three feet to lengthen by another half a foot.
Zhang Yuelu held the spear with both hands and swept it out with one shot. The force was so powerful that it actually gave people the illusion that the spear was bent into an arc. He Nian blocked it with a backhand knife. The two collided, and there was a sudden thunder and countless chaotic energy.
The machine scatters lasers.
Zhang Yue's deer body moves with the spear in his hand, sweeping one arc, three arcs are like a half moon, and nine arcs become a full moon.
This set of marksmanship came from the hands of Qi Ying, the former governor of Central Qin. His marksmanship was recognized as unparalleled in the world. This man once led an army to fight against the Golden Horde, and it was only on the battlefield that he could hone his marksmanship to the extreme.
Qi Ying used his spear to sweep again and again but not to stab again. He once blocked the pouring of the Luoshui river with eighty-one consecutive sweeps.
I saw Zhang Yuelu's nine sweeps into a full moon. The move had not aged, but it was already spinning around. Then there was a big full moon within a small full moon, and a half moon with a quarter moon. More and more full moons were imagined by the spear. After a while, Zhang Yuelu's
The whole body is hidden in countless full moons. One of the full moons has not disappeared, and the other one has regenerated. Although the spear is moving extremely fast, there is no sound of strong wind whistling, which shows that it is not blindly strong, but soft under the strength.
Resilience has reached the realm of transformation.
Why do you think about it now?
No gaps can be found in Zhang Yuelu's marksmanship. The arcs are like a moon, layer upon layer, like a well-organized military formation. You can retreat and defend, advance and attack. It's like a shield wall wave, coming slowly, not one move at a time.
The moves are attacking each other, but the defense is a mixture of dozens of moves and marksmanship, and it turns into an offensive at the same time, as if a large shield is directly pressing down.
If He Nian couldn't resist, he had to retreat. As long as he took a step back, Zhang Yuelu would push forward. If he pressed forward step by step, he would lose if he stayed for a long time, and he would be defeated.
Why not retreat? Instead of attacking, you won't have the slightest upper hand.
Since ancient times, when comparing weapons with each other, one inch is shorter and the other is dangerous, and every inch is longer and the other is stronger.
Previously, He Nian and Zhang Yuelu had a close fight because of the word "danger". If they were not careful, blood could be splashed within five steps. But at this time, Zhang Yuelu used a spear and used the advantage of the length of the weapon to suppress He Nian and prevent him from getting close.
It occupies the word "strong", and the situation of strength and weakness changes instantly.
Zhang Yuelu's spear suddenly slowed down, and then he changed his move and drew a long arc that was three feet long, right in front of He Nian's face.
He Nian only felt a bit of cold air coming towards his face. He could not avoid it, so he could only passively use his sword to resist. However, this sweep was actually a false move. Suddenly, Zhang Yuelu switched his left and right hands back and forth, and with a flash of the spear in his hand, he aimed at He Nian's neck.
Strike out the middle.
This move was so fast that it was too late for He Nian to put away the knife and defend. He had to move forward to close the distance between their weapons, and pointed the long knife at her side with the intention of attacking the enemy and saving her.
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Zhang Yuelu had already anticipated that when the two of them were close, he held the middle part of the spear and swiped the tail of the spear, knocking the weapon away from He Nian's hand. Then he swung the tip of the spear and hit He Nian hard.
On the neck, it flew directly sideways, breaking a corridor pillar in the middle, and a section of the corridor collapsed with it, burying it under the rubble.
At this moment, someone shouted: "Stop!"
Zhang Yuelu turned around and looked around, only to see a group of Qingluan guards pouring into the place, surrounding her, and then parting ways, two men walked slowly towards her.
One of them is none other than Luo Xiao from the local Baihu Office, while the other one is a stranger, probably not too old, and has a short beard. Judging from his clothes, he is from Qianhu of Qingluan Guard.
Luo Xiao looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhang, I hope you can give an explanation."
Zhang Yuelu put away the spear in his hand, indicating that he was not hostile, and then said: "This person is a believer of the ancient immortal. He used 'green vitriol oil' to sneak attack me in front, and I fought back. If you two don't believe it, you can search his body now."
, there should be something related to the ancient immortal."
Luo Xiao's expression changed slightly and he looked at Master Qianhu next to him.