Although Zhu Ping laughed, the momentum around him became stronger and stronger, and Du Yun's expression gradually became solemn, he frowned slightly and said, "Wang Xuanjian did this, whose instruction was it?"

Zhu Ping sneered and said, "You really think of yourself as a character? ”

Duyun pulled the Zen staff in front of him and said, "Now that Ah Zhen misses, what are you going to do?"

Zhu Ping also turned his hand slightly to hold the knife, and said, "You also know our purpose, it's better to get out of the way, so as not to see each other." ”

Duyun lifted the Zen staff and said, "Then you should know what I mean." ”

Zhu Ping saw him rising, his expression was slightly restrained, he raised the knife in his hand, pointed it at Du Yun, and said, "I know that your martial arts are very high, but with your own strength, how many people can you protect? ”

Duyun whispered, "You dare?"

Zhu Ping saw that he was angry, and he also shouted: "Kill!" As soon as his words fell, many black shadows came out of the darkness around him, and quietly stood around the courtyard.

When Duyun saw it, he knew it was his person, so he turned his palm and struck at him, shouting loudly: "Bastard!"

Duyun's palm, with internal force, Yuanji and Ah Zhen both changed color slightly, only Zhu Ping's expression did not change at all, and he also shouted, raised his knife and got up, and shot back at Duyun.

Seeing that his sword was fierce and not affected by his internal force, Du Yun was also slightly surprised, and hurriedly raised his Zen staff and swung his knife away.

The master made a move, and in just a moment, when the knives and sticks collided, the two already knew each other's roots.

Zhu Ping withdrew the knife, took a step back, and said with a slight smile: "The Zen master is so powerful. ”

Du Yun looked indifferent, and still said, "How are you going to pass my level." ”

Zhu Ping smiled unabated, gently moved his numb arm, and said, "It's a pity." ”

Seeing that there was really pity in his tone, Du Yun asked, "What is a pity?"

Zhu Ping smiled lightly and said, "Your kung fu is originally just and pure, if you ......"

Speaking of this, Zhu Ping deliberately paused and said, "If it weren't for you to stay on the line, you should be invincible." ”

Du Yun snorted lightly and said, "Are you completely sure that you can win me?" Speaking of this, he shouted, jumped slightly, raised his Zen staff, and hit Zhu Ping's head.

Zhu Ping's eyes were cold, and he raised his knife to hit his Zen staff, Duyun didn't know what Zhu Ping's purpose was, and he would exert some force, so he didn't use all his strength, and he was a little restrained.

But Zhu Ping didn't seem to show mercy to his subordinates, the blade was wrapped in the night wind, and he rushed directly towards Duyun, who was careless for a while and was almost injured. Fortunately, his internal strength is mellow, and even if he doesn't use all his strength, he still has more than enough defense.

Seeing this, Zhu Ping sneered, turned his wrist, circled the Zen staff of the clouds, and slashed at him. Duyun didn't avoid it, but with a burst of internal force, Shengsheng shook his knife.

But Zhu Ping's internal strength is also quite good, the two face each other, each of them felt a little difficult, Zhu Ping withdrew the knife and said: "Zen master, the night is not early, we might as well understand it earlier." ”

When Du Yun heard this, his expression darkened a little, and when he saw him raising his knife to stab, he no longer retracted his strength, and raised his Zen staff to slash at him.

The moment the two of their weapons touched, they were almost comparable, and at this moment, Zhu Ping bowed his back slightly, and with a sweep of his left hand, he pulled out another knife from the scabbard and stabbed at Duyun.