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Yang Zaixing was like a violent wind, and the war knife in his hand rolled up a crimson trail, all of which were cut out like thunder and lightning, and before the blade arrived, the invisible blade wind like Mount Tai was overwhelming, and it crashed like a storm.

Before the two horses could intersect, Dai Zong felt the blade qi coming from the wild pressure, squeezing himself frantically, pressing him so much that he was almost suffocated and out of breath.

"It's not good, this martial arts is really at the top, I'm not his opponent!" Dai Zong was taken aback in his heart, and his eyes suddenly became afraid.

When the knife was halfway through, his courage had shrunk, how could he dare to carry it head-on, but he was afraid of being killed in a single slash, so he hurriedly collected the knife and dodged.

The two rode by the wrong horse.

Boom!

Hearing only a muffled snort, Dai Zong's huge body soared into the air, and he was directly shocked and flew out.

Yang Zaixing's martial arts were too strong, and although Dai Zong avoided the frontal impact of the blade, he was affected by the extremely fierce blade wind and was directly shocked out.

Dai Zong, who crossed by the wrong horse and rose into the air, turned his body in mid-air, his legs barely touched the ground, and he slid backwards three steps before he barely stopped.

"Poof-" Dai Zong's blood rolled, and he opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of bloody arrows.

Yang Zaixing, who turned around from a horse, was as majestic as Mount Tai, not moving at all, and the killing machine in the bear's eyes was like fire.

One move, the strength and weakness have been divided!

Even if Yang Zaixing didn't break out with his hemorrhagic talent, his martial arts were above 90, while Dai Zong's martial arts value was not even 70, the difference was so huge, even if he was just swept by the blade wind, it was enough to make him suffer a heavy blow.

This is the huge gap in strength, the rolling gap!

When he returned to the horse, Yang Zaixing's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his legs clamped the horse's belly, and he killed like a storm again.

This time, Dai Zong had been shot down from the war horse, and Yang Zaixing's condescending blow made Dai Zong fall into a desperate situation of death.

"This guy's martial arts are really surprisingly strong, it seems that it won't work if you don't use my stunts......"

Dai Zong's brows were deep, his tongue licked the blood from the corners of his mouth, a short sword was drawn out from his waist, and his eyes revealed a sneer.

In an instant, Yang Zaixing's tower-like figure hit like the wind.

"Traitor, die!"

In the long roar of the tiger, the war knife in Yang Zaixing's hand was wrapped in a huge force like the collapse of the sky and the earth, and it slashed down like thunder.

The power of that sword was so fierce, as fast as thunder, Dai Zong only blocked it head-on with a short sword, and it was no wonder that it was not instantly slashed to pieces.

The blade is like lightning, and it is about to be cut down in the blink of an eye.

Before the blade could be slashed, the invisible wind force had already pressed like a storm, like a landslide, like a ground crack.

In the blink of an eye, Dai Zong seemed to be about to be chopped into pulp.

At the moment of life and death, a sarcastic sneer flashed across the corner of Dai Zong's mouth, and suddenly his steps were staggered, and his figure had disappeared, leaving only a black afterimage.

Brush!

The blade fell, slashing at the afterimage, and it was actually slashed into the air.

"What's the matter, this guy actually dodged my blow, what about people?" Yang Zaixing, who was slashed through the air, changed his expression immediately.

In the next second, Dai Zong, who had originally disappeared, appeared behind Yang Zaixing's side like a ghost, and the short sword in his hand slashed out.

"Dismount Lao Tzu!" With a cold shout, the short sword in his hand slashed out towards the hind legs of the war horse.

Burst!

Blood splattered, the horse neighed fiercely, its hind hooves were severed, and its huge body immediately fell to the side.

When Yang Zaixing suddenly realized it, when he wanted to return the knife, it was too late, so he had to rush before the war horse fell, kicked with both feet, rose into the air, and landed two steps away.

That Dai Zong stood a few steps forward, looked at him with mocking eyes, and sneered: "Yang Zaixing, what about your martial arts strength, Lao Tzu told you to help me, haha-"

Dai Zong's smug sarcasm angered Yang Zaixing, he kicked his feet hard, and his huge body shot out like a cannonball, instantly across Dai Zong.

In the low roar of a tiger, Yang Zaixing's war knife blasted out again, and with overwhelming force, it slammed down towards Dai Zong's head.

Whining!

The force of the war knife was so fierce that it squeezed the air, making a piercing air explosion.

Dai Zong sneered sarcastically, his feet were wrong, and he disappeared like a ghost again, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

Bang!

Yang Zaixing's blade slashed through the afterimage, directly slashing into the ground, and directly blasted out a huge deep pit.

It's been cut down again!

Yang Zaixing's face changed again, his eyes spit out surprise, and he suddenly felt something strange behind him, and he didn't think about it, so he swept out the war knife in his hand with his backhand.

Looking back, Dai Zong was indeed standing behind him, the short sword was raised, and if he wanted to sneak attack Yang Zaixing, the short sword was about to stab him in the back.

Although his body was extremely fast, he couldn't stand it when Yang Zaixing reacted extremely quickly, and before the short sword could be stabbed, the backhand knife had swept back.

Dai Zong was startled, naturally he didn't dare to touch it hard, so he hurriedly moved his feet and fled, leaving an afterimage again.

Brush!

Yang Zaixing slashed back and slashed again.

Next, Yang Zaixing stabbed one after another, opening a mountain-like crazy move, slashing out in all directions, and the moves were all killing moves that could kill Dai Zong.

Although Dai Zong's footwork is extremely fast, the speed of his moves is mediocre, although he quickly changes his position, and wants to sneak attack Yang Zaixing, but because Yang Zaixing reacts very quickly, he can always return the knife in time, and he has not succeeded in dozens of moves.

As a result, Yang Zaixing couldn't kill Dai Zong, and Dai Zong couldn't sneak attack and stab Yang Zaixing, so the two fought together.

"This guy has a low martial arts, but he has practiced a strange fast footwork, but he is a strange person!" Yang Zaixing repeatedly failed to kill, and while he was annoyed, he was a little surprised by this Dai Zong.

You must know that the strange people in the world are not only him, Yang Zaixing.

Dai Zong, the Liangshan military general who was summoned by the system, although the real martial arts are very mediocre, has the talent of "divine travel", and he can do it day and night with just a pair of legs, and he can travel eight hundred miles in one breath.

It is precisely by relying on this divine talent and exquisite footwork that Dai Zong can wander around like a ghost and fight with Yang Zaixing, otherwise he would have been killed by Yang Zaixing in one move.

Dai Zong dodged left and right, but he couldn't get any benefits, and gradually became a little impatient, and after being forced to retreat by Yang Zaixing with another blow, he suddenly retreated a few steps in a row, and retreated seven steps away.

"It seems that if you don't show all your skills, you won't be able to kill this guy, okay......"

Dai Zong's thick eyebrows froze, he took a light breath, quickly took out two paper-like things from his arms, chanted words in his mouth, and stuck them on his legs.

Seven steps away, Yang Zaixing didn't care what god he pretended to be, what kind of ghost he was doing, he didn't say a word, he rushed forward, and slashed towards Dai Zong's head with a knife in his hand.

Brush!

The black shadow flashed, and Dai Zong disappeared like a ghost.

Faster than ghosts!

"This kid's speed is faster than just now?" Yang Zaixing's expression was shocked.

In the next moment, he suddenly felt that there was a murderous aura on his side like a flowing wind, and he immediately knew that it was Dai Zong who was doing the same trick again, wanting to sneak attack.

"Where to run!" Yang Zaixing raised a knife in his hand and slashed out.

It's just that this time, when he was still halfway through the knife, he caught a glimpse of a streamer flashing from the side of his leg, and a cut was instantly cut out of his thigh, and blood splattered out.

Yang Zaixing frowned, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he didn't care about the pain in his legs, and the war knife continued to sweep out.

Brush!

Another sword swept away, and when he turned around, Dai Zong's figure was already standing three steps away, playing with the blood-dripping short sword in his hand, and sneering at Yang Zaixing.

The smug look in his eyes seemed to be provocatively saying: I finally know how powerful Lao Tzu is.

That provocative expression suddenly angered Yang Zaixing, and he ignored the injury on his leg, roared angrily, and his body rushed up.

In the sound of the hunting wind, the war knife swept out like a grinding plate, and with the strength of a storm, it slammed towards Dai Zong.

When the blade was still halfway, Dai Zong sneered and disappeared in front of him in an instant.

Yang Zaixing's expression changed, and just as he was about to sense where Dai Zongshan was, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and he was actually slashed by Dai Zongshen without realizing it.

Blood splattered out, and Yang Zaixing was injured again.

Yang Zaixing, who was stabbed twice in a row and suffered pain, was annoyed, but his emotions finally had to calm down, and he didn't dare to underestimate this Dai Zong anymore.

Only then did he realize that this Taishan thief, whose martial arts were far inferior to his own, was so fast that it was beyond his imagination, and it was so fast that he couldn't see the strength of his supreme martial arts, and he couldn't even react in time.

Shocked, Yang Zaixing did not dare to take the initiative anymore, but stood sideways, looked alert, and changed from attack to defense.

Seeing that Yang Zaixing was forced to only defend, Dai Zong became more and more proud, and laughed wildly: "Yang Zaixing, today Lao Tzu will take your dog's life, let the tyrant of the pottery merchant taste the taste of losing soldiers and generals, and let the people of the world know that my Dai Zong's 'swift wind step' is powerful!" ”

In the arrogant laughter, Dai Zong held the blood-dripping short sword in his hand, no longer dodging, no longer retreating, and the sword was like a wind, straight towards Yang Zaixing.

He completely relieved his "Divine Walk" talent, stimulated his speed to the extreme, and launched the stunt "Wind Step".

In this extreme state, Dai Zong was like stepping on the wind, as fast as thunder, and instantly turned into countless virtual and real lights and shadows, enveloping Yang Zaixing.

A sword on his shoulder......

A sword on the arm......

Another sword in the leg!

Yang Zaixing's knife speed couldn't catch up with Dai Zong's footwork changes at all, and he was cut five or six wounds in a row in a moment, and in the blink of an eye, he was already drenched in blood.

He was afraid of Yang Zaixing's martial arts, and he didn't dare to get too close to stab Yang Zaixing's vital points, but wandered in all directions, constantly stabbing non-vital parts.

Yang Zaixing can only protect the vital point of life and death, but he can't prevent the other party from stabbing elsewhere, although the external injury of that sword is not fatal, but if it accumulates like this, he will cut seventeen or eighteen swords, and he will lose too much blood, and the light consumption can also consume him to death.

In a moment, Yang Zaixing was stabbed with five or six more wounds, and his whole body had become a bloody man, his face was distorted in pain, and the pain was so extreme that he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Lao Tzu has had enough, surnamed Yang, now I will send you to hell, go to die!"

Dai Zong let out a smug and arrogant laugh, and his figure appeared in front of Yang Zaixing like a gale, and the blood-stained short sword in his hand stabbed out and went straight to his chest.