Generally speaking, there are many enemies on the rivers and lakes, and the danger is extremely dangerous, and the people who are surrounded must keep waving their weapons in order to prevent others from approaching, forming a defensive situation, and those who are close will either be injured or killed.

However, for a swordsman of Zhao Weisong's level, as if playing chess, beginners can calculate one step at the next step, regardless of the consequences, and the intermediate level can calculate a few more steps, knowing the fighting method within three or five steps, and the master is planning the whole thing, each son is useful,-for-tat, not giving up an inch of land, and everyone who is perfect not only seeks the whole picture, but also attaches more importance to the tactics outside the board, attacking the enemy and attacking the heart, the chess pieces have not fallen, the heart has been lost, and the victory or defeat has naturally become a certainty.

Zhao Weisong faced the dangerous situation of more than ten masters fighting, knowing that he could not win without strange moves, if he could not defeat the twelve people in front of him, including You Guangjue, even if he killed eleven of them and was killed by the last person, it could only be regarded as a failure.

In order to win, he would rather go into danger and be surrounded by eleven people, at this time it is extremely easy to be attacked on his back, but this is also the closest place to eleven people at the same time, so close that everyone is only a sword away from him.

He held a green mang sword, and in the night, he was silent and motionless like a standing Buddha.

At that moment, Zhao Weisong remembered the battle of fame when he was young.

Dark night, broken temples, heavy rain, pouring down.

A fledgling young man, hiding from the rain under the temple with a sword, the cold frost blade in the sheath, has never been bloodthirsty, and has practiced swordsmanship for many years, and he just picks the annoying floaters in the temple at night.

Eight horsemen came in the rain, and a woman was tied to her horse, screaming for help in a hoarse voice.

The bearded man at the head laughed and said, "Let you be cheerful in the broken temple!"

The young man stepped forward, with an angry face, and shouted, "Let go of that woman!"

The bearded man laughed wildly, raised his knife, and said, "This little white face, hello Seven, this mouth is given to you." ”

The other seven were dressed in robes and hats, and their smiles under the eaves were hideous and terrifying.

The young man was not nervous at all, after all, he had pierced through seven flying mosquitoes with a sword, a sword that mosquitoes that could not dodge much faster than human reactions, and in the rainy night, it sounded in a low voice, like a sword soul eager to drink blood.

Eight men who dismounted threw the woman on the muddy ground, covered in mud.

Eight men in big clothes carried knives and surrounded the boy.

The rain became more and more intense, pouring down and pouring down on everyone.

The boy's vision became more and more blurred, and the rain from his eyes obscured his vision.

He simply closed his eyes, and without thinking about it, the position of each mosquito was fixed, and only the flying mosquitoes needed to open their eyes to see.

At this time, the line of sight is no longer important, the mosquitoes fixed at the eight points are already dying mosquitoes, and it only takes a sword to send them to death.

A sword stabbed out, like a thunderbolt and flint, and swung it in a circle in the rain, cutting the rain to pieces.

The rain continued to fall, melting into wisps of bright red blood and falling to the ground.

Wailing, screaming in pain, covering their eyes, and dancing wildly, eight people fell into madness.

Everyone's eyes saw the extremely fast sword light, and then the world in their eyes turned into darkness, and the sting pain that penetrated into the bones crawled out of the eyes and gnawed at the brain.

The young man didn't understand the identities of these people, but he remembered that the master had told him that when he went down the mountain, he would make more friends and make fewer enemies, so in order to uphold the master's teachings, he could only kill all the eight people who had made enemies, and the dead would naturally not make enemies again.

On the rivers and lakes, since then, there has been one less group of robbers who call themselves the Crocodile Gang, and one more pair of fairy couples with unparalleled swordsmanship.

Thinking of the lady who often pestered him to ask a question, the gentle words seemed to be in his ears: "That night, why were you willing to risk life and death to save me a strange woman?"

On the street in the dark night, I only heard Zhao Weisong muttering to himself: "I never knew the answer before, I thought it was just a teenager's spirit, but today I realized that without you by my side, I can't live anymore." ”

"Kill these twelve, and I'll go back. Zhao Weisong's tone was flat, and the old farmer who was working in the field said goodbye to the old woman who had not yet woken up in the house.

You Guangjue sneered: "Don't be delusional, let's take the medicine obediently and let you have your life to go back." ”

The two sides had been at a stalemate in the night for a long time, and a dark shadow couldn't resist drawing his sword.

Zhao Weisong stabbed out the flying sword, and the black shadow sword was not unsheathed, and he fell to the ground with a muffled sound, his eyes full of frightened looks.

The tip of the sword was stained with blood, and it had returned to its original place, drawing the sword and retracting it, so fast that it was as if the sword had never been moved.

Only a green light flew in the night, and it returned to Zhao Weisong's hand in an instant.

And the black shadow man lying on the ground, only to see that the blade of the sword broke his tendons, the tendons were almost broken, and the sharp sword stabbed upward, disemboweling until the throat, and the death was unbearable.

Everything was in an instant, stabbing three key points in a row, and there were very few kendo masters in the world who could do this.

"He is worthy of being the number one swordsman in the world, and his swordsmanship is superb, I didn't think that I had heard of Zhao Jianzong's sword for less than ten years, and it was once sheathed on the rivers and lakes, and now it is still as sharp as ever, which is admirable!" You Guangjue stroked his palms and admired.

Zhao Weisong was stunned, his eyes were staring at the remaining ten people who were close to him, no matter which one dared to move, he would kill with a fast sword, so that the game with the ten people became a one-on-one wheel battle.

It's just that he only has one chance, every time he kills someone, he can only kill one move, in case he fails to seal his throat with a sword, he will immediately be in a desperate situation, and there will be masters besieging him from front to back.

The other person did not believe in evil, secretly lucked his strength, and was ready to jump up and use light skills to fly away the dangerous distance of this sword.

Zhao Weisong didn't wait for him to lift his foot, Qingmang had already reached his throat, a sword pierced, slashed horizontally, killing three people in a row, everyone's throat cut an inch-deep wound, and blood gushed out.

You Guangjue scolded: "A group of fools, won't they go together, if you have to move one by one, he will naturally kill you one by one!"

When the remaining seven people heard this, their eyes met with each other, and they raised their blades together, and they all rushed towards Zhao Weisong.

Seeing that his swordsmanship was really powerful, You Guangjue couldn't help but think crookedly, took out the poison pill given by his fellow Gu Sect in his arms, and flicked it into Zhao Weisong's face.

Zhao Weisong lowered his head to dodge the pills flying in secret, fought with his sword, stabbed seven or eight swords in a row, seriously injured the two people opposite, and was also stabbed five times in his back.

In the face of many masters, his situation is extremely dangerous, even if the sword is extremely fast, after all, he is a mortal, how can he be against the hands of others?

Zhao Weisong injured the other party again, he had been stabbed more than ten times, blood gushed out, his clothes were wet, sticking to his body, and the hot blood was blown by the night wind, and it immediately became extremely cold, and the chill was pressing.

Zhao Wei Songwu supported himself, and the speed of the sword did not slow down at all, but the strength had been greatly weakened.

There were four people on the opposite side, and You Guangjue was standing in the distance watching the play.

Shouting, "I'm fighting with you!" Ding Zizhen, who galloped on horseback, saw Zhao Wei's stomach and back being attacked by the enemy, holding a long sword, and charging over as if he were dead, and was hit by a hidden weapon by You Guangjue, fell off the horse, passed out, and was unconscious.

Zhao Weisong gritted his teeth and said: "There are five more, and I will go back after killing." ”

You Guangjue wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his usual greasy smile appeared on his face again, and said, "I almost let the Sword Sect catch it all, hurry up and end him." "He thought he would win the battle, but he didn't expect that because of this middle-aged old swordsman, he lost four masters, and he was seriously injured and fell to the ground and couldn't afford three of them, so I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape punishment when he goes back.

"Wait. A man as thin as a pole appeared on the street, walking sickly, and his words were weak, not like persuading his subordinates to show mercy, but a bit of a feeling of "kill slowly, and torture well".

You Guangjue raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and said, "Bitter face, you don't follow Miss, what are you doing here?"

With a sad face, he said, "Miss escaped halfway, I am afraid that I will die when I return to the ancestral court, so I have to come here to find Miss." ”

"Looking for Miss, you look for Eldest Sister, I think you're looking for death. You Guangjue seemed very impatient with him.

The bitter face was attached to him and whispered a few words in his ear, and the two of them were fat and thin, tall and short, forming a very funny scene.

You Guangjue was puzzled: "Do you really think this is feasible?"

"I'm a mess there, why don't you here, even if you and I don't die, we will suffer from the ten thousand insects that eat our hearts, are you willing to suffer that?" said with a bitter face, and the two frowns were tightly locked, and there was no stretch at all.

You Guangjue pondered for a while and said, "That's okay, but it must be kept secret, only you and I know." ”

"This is natural. A bitter face replied.