Wang Yue's long sword pointed at Zhang Jiao, and said coldly: "You are not my enemy, if you don't retreat, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!" ”

Nan Ying was secretly speechless when he heard this, this old gentleman was arrogant enough, and he dared to be so unkind in the face of a great sage and good teacher with unfathomable strength, but just now he showed such a sharp sword, but no one dared to say that he was arrogant.

He smashed the demented-looking Zao Yi beside him, and said in a low voice: "Ah Yi, is this Mr. Wang Yue very powerful?" Why do you call him the Sword God? ”

Zao only looked at Nanying like an idiot, and also lowered his voice: "Lord, you are really a foreign visitor!" My God, is there anyone who doesn't know the name of the Sword God King today? ”

Nan Ying was annoyed and angry, and was about to pat him on the head, when he suddenly saw Zhang Jiao slowly standing up, and hurriedly looked at him.

Zhang Jiao's eyes softened to everyone's surprise, and he sighed: "Brother Yue, your temper hasn't changed at all after so many years, and you are still so aggressive!" ”

Everyone was stunned, it turned out that Zhang Jiao and Wang Yue were also acquaintances.

Wang Yue said coldly: "Forgive Wang for being a martial artist, not good at words, if the great sage and good teacher give Wang face today, please retreat!" ”

Zhang Jiao smiled and said, "Retreat? Aren't you afraid that I will hold high the banner and overthrow this faint monarch on a different day? ”

Wang Yue shook his head and said: "Wang is just a bodyguard, regardless of political affairs, nor military, whether you raise troops against the Han Dynasty in the future, or Your Majesty raises troops to conscript, it is none of my business!" ”

His eyes turned sharply: "But today, if anyone dares to hurt half of His Majesty's hair by such means, he must first ask the sword in Wang's hand!" ”

Zhang Jiao took a deep breath and said, "In this way, there is no more room for maneuver!" ”

Wang Yue took a few steps forward, stood proudly, and Zhang Jiao was far away, and said proudly: "Not bad! Whether you fight or go, it's all in your thoughts! ”

Zhang Jiao also slowly took a few steps, his eyes flashed with complicated excitement, his gaze suddenly crossed the crowd, looked straight at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance, and said leisurely: "You just said well, if you talk about martial arts, I am dedicated to the Tao, how can I compare with your lifelong study of swordsmanship, it is indeed half a chip inferior to you!" ”

Nanying and the others were all happy in their hearts, but Wang Yue snorted coldly and did not speak.

Zhang Jiao smiled and said: "It's a pity that Zhang is only here to kill the monarch today, who will compete with you in martial arts?" ”

Wang Yue Senran said: "What do you want to say?" ”

A look of fanatical reverence flashed on Zhang Jiao's face: "Brother Yue, have you ever heard of the Nine Chapters of the Heavenly Dao?" ”

Wang Yue was stunned for a moment and said, "What is that?" ”

Dan Chenzi laughed: "Isn't that your own Taoist self-cultivation technique?" Why bother with it! ”

Zhang Jiao said softly: "Everything in heaven and earth has its own law, and it is for the way of heaven!" There are nine chapters of the Heavenly Dao, one is to guard the heart, the second is to remove obstacles, the third is to refine the essence, the fourth is to calm the gods, the fifth is to dissolve the dew, the sixth is to swallow the sun, the seventh is to absorb the moon, the eighth is to deter the soul, and the ninth is to ask the heavens! ”

He said lightly: "The first seven chapters are indeed my self-created self-cultivation method!" ”

Nanying couldn't help but continue: "The first seven chapters? And what are the last two chapters? ”

The corners of Zhang Jiao's mouth raised, and Nan Ying suddenly clearly felt the pride and confidence in Zhang Jiao's heart at that moment.

Zhang Jiao said casually: "Chapter 9 Tianwen, once you cultivate, you can talk to Heaven and listen to Heaven's will!" ”

He looked at the Spirit Emperor, and a mockery flashed on his face: "If it weren't for that, how could I dare to change my life against the sky?" ”

The pale color on the Spirit Emperor's face flashed.

Only Nanying's "bah" sounded: "It doesn't cost money to brag anyway!" ”

All the Taiping Dao masters glared angrily at each other and shouted, "What a gut! ”

Wang Yue said with a solemn expression: "You haven't said that the eighth chapter is terrifying!" ”

Zhang Jiao looked up to the sky and laughed: "Soul deterrence technique? You'll find out in a moment! ”

Wang Yue's pupils shrank: "What do you mean?" ”

Zhang Jiao put away his smile and looked at Wang Yue quietly.

Wang Yue's heart was awe-inspiring, so he had to stared at him, hoping to find a flaw in his eyes.

Zhang Jiao's eyes are like a pool of calm water, clear and bright, he can't find the slightest murderous opportunity, Wang Yue's heart is slightly relaxed, is Zhang Jiao just bluffing?

Suddenly, there was a slight change in Zhang Jiao's eyes, as if a small pebble was thrown into the pool water as quiet as a jade plate, causing a circle of ripples and expanding layer by layer. This change came violently and magically, Wang Yue only felt a sharp twitch in his heart, and it was indescribably uncomfortable.

Wang Yue was taken aback, and he looked at it with all his eyes, if he couldn't see the opponent's eyes, how could he anticipate the enemy's opportunity.

In his opinion, Zhang Jiao's eyes changed again, and he was instantly full of warm friendship, like an old friend who had been absent for a long time, his heart moved, and he remembered the scene of his first encounter with Zhang Jiao when he was a teenager......

Zhang Jiao's eyes suddenly became delicate and gentle, as if the infinite tenderness he saw for the first time in his life, Wang Yue's heartstrings seemed to be plucked heavily, and he remembered the night many years ago, the beautiful woman who was rescued by the two of them, the woman's infinitely moving elegant eyes, the love-hate, cut-and-till and messy love history......

The sword in Wang Yue's hand hung down involuntarily, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi!" ”

The charming look in Zhang Jiao's eyes passed, full of crazy tyranny and death-hungry grief, Wang Yue was like being struck by lightning, and the woman Xiao Yi leaned on her arms with a pale face like paper, her eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance for the world, and she slowly reached out to touch her cheeks, but she suddenly sank......

Wang Yue let out a beast-like roar, his eyes were red, and his whole body trembled.

Nanying and the others were shocked and shouted, "Mr. Wang, how are you?" ”

Zhang Jiao's eyes turned hollow, and a deep male voice full of magnetism slowly sounded: "Your heart is already dead, what is the point of your life?" ”

Wang Yue's eyes also became empty and lifeless, and he said stupidly: "Yes, my heart has long been dead, what is the point of my life?" ”

As he spoke, he slowly flipped the long sword in his hand and stabbed it towards his throat little by little.

Dan Chenzi, Zhang Feng and others all lost their color, how could it be a short piece, Wang Yue turned out to be crazy.

Zhang Jiao's eyes didn't dare to relax Wang Yue, and with a wave of his left hand, the burly masked man understood, and shouted: "Brothers, follow me to kill this faint king!" ”

A thought flashed through Nanying's mind that even he couldn't believe: hypnosis? Is this the so-called soul fear?

Zhang Jiao must be prevented from continuing to cast spells, otherwise not only will he lose his strongest combat power, but the most terrible thing is that once Wang Yue is confused by the enemy and then used by the enemy, he and others will be wiped out.

Nanying himself had practiced hypnosis with the psychiatrist at the Hidden Dragon Base, and knew that during the operation, once the caster was interrupted by an external force, the recipient would quickly break free from the hypnotic state.

That Wang Yue is known as the sword god, and his martial arts are especially above Zhang Jiao, so his mind should not be weak, but he didn't notice it for a while, so he was subject to Zhang Jiao. As long as he can successfully interfere with Zhang Jiao, Wang Yue will definitely regain his senses.

Nan Ying no longer paid attention to the roar of his companions and the Taiping Dao heroes, he bowed his body, his two knives in his hands, like an arrow from the string to rush forward, he had only one target in his eyes - Zhang Jiao, only by taking advantage of his full strength to deal with Wang Yue, he was taken by surprise to get rid of him, and his party could avoid the end of the whole army.

A long knife stabbed diagonally, and Nanying's right knife swung away.

"When" the two knives intersected, the man's body shook, he took half a step back, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he watched Nan Ying's left knife swing, but because of the frustration of the attack, he was unable to raise the knife to block.

Nan Ying just slashed the man's neck blood and fell down, a strong force came from behind him, and he felt that the Venus in front of him was rising, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and before he could think about it, he slashed backwards with a backhand, and dangerously swept a copper rod away, but his palm was so shocked that he almost couldn't even hold the knife.

He turned around, only to see the opponent in front of him, it was the burly masked man, who was smiling and waving his copper stick, turning into thousands of yellow lights, and attacking again.

Suddenly, a sword light flashed, weaving into an endless sword net, and the sound of gold and iron resonating endlessly, blocking all the attacks of the burly masked man.

Zao Yi stopped in front of Nan Ying with a sword, gasped a few times in his mouth, and shouted: "Stop hurting my lord!" "Obviously he didn't have it easy.

Nan Ying breathed a sigh of relief, Zao Yi's swordsmanship was extraordinary, even if he was not the opponent of the burly masked man, but it should be no big problem to drag the other party in a short time. He nodded slightly to Zao, and then turned back to Zhang Jiao to kill.

The burly masked man was in a hurry, and he just wanted to block it, but he was forcibly blocked in place by Zao's fast sword, so he had to concentrate on the enemy.

A crossbow shot towards the burly masked man's vest with a sharp sound of breaking wind, Rao is ears were amazing, and he turned around in a panic to avoid it, but Zao Yi took advantage of the situation to pick off his masked black cloth with a sword, revealing a rough face full of beard, and a blood mark oozed from his face, which almost pierced his ear.

The burly masked man was furious, and he drank violently and danced the long stick in his hand into a yellow light, smashing the jujube to the left and right, and reluctantly retreated.

The burly masked man turned around coldly and looked at the sneak attacker, not far away, a delicate young man was hurriedly opening his crossbow with an arrow, and his anger in his heart was even hotter, he shouted wildly, jumped up, and smashed a copper rod on the young man's head.

Zao Yi was stunned in the back, but was intercepted by several Taiping Dao masters, and it was too late to rescue, and he hissed: "Ma Jun run!" ”

When the burly masked man heard this, he was shaken violently, and the copper stick hung above Ma Jun's head without falling.

Ma Jun looked at the burly masked man, saw the person's appearance clearly, and was also like a thunderbolt, opened a pair of eyes, and said astringently: "Second uncle? ”

The burly masked man was even more stunned, and suddenly opened a long sword that stabbed at Ma Jun with a stick, and slammed into Ma Jun's neck with a palm.

He let out a sigh, watched Ma Jun faint to the ground, turned around and killed the Spirit Emperor again.

Nan Ying slashed out the eagle knife in his hand in a row, slashing a Taiping Dao master who was blocking in front of him and fell down like a swirling blood, and finally killed in front of Zhang Jiao, and the long sword in Wang Yue's hand was already less than an inch away from his throat.

Nanying didn't hesitate any longer, and the eagle knife gushed out of Sensen's murderous aura and struck straight at Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao looked sideways at him, a pair of black and white eyes, like the brightest twin stars in the night sky, it was difficult to see, and suddenly the brightest point of the twin stars emitted an explosive crystal, surging out like an invisible sword qi.

Nan Ying suddenly felt as if his head had been pricked by a red-hot iron stick, and in an instant, an irresistible pain flowed through his body like electricity. He had experienced all kinds of unimaginable pains for ordinary people, and his endurance had already been tempered, but he was still stabbed by the inhuman pain from this nerve ending, and a pair of eagle knives "choked" to the ground, hugged his head tightly with both hands, and squatted down.

Zhang Jiao let out a "huh", and he sent out a spiritual blow with all his strength, which he originally thought could at least stun the young man to the ground, but unexpectedly only made him temporarily lose his combat effectiveness.

Zhang Jiao suddenly dizzy, and a powerful backlash attacked, his heart sank, and he secretly exclaimed.

Wang Yue in front of him had slowly put down the long sword that was stabbing at him, and his eyes became clear little by little, because of Nan Ying's sudden interference, this swordsmanship master finally managed to break free from Zhang Jiao's soul deterrent Dafa.

Zhang Jiao let out a long sigh, knowing that he had missed the great opportunity to cut off the biggest enemy in his life, and the assassination of the Spirit Emperor had also been declared a complete failure, his heart couldn't help but gush with monstrous hatred, and his eyes were like fire to look at Nan Ying, who had already shaken his body and barely stood up.

He took a deep breath and shouted: "Taiping Dao subordinates, retreat immediately!" The words were full of helpless resentment and grief and indignation that had not been rewarded.

After speaking, taking advantage of Wang Yue's not yet attacked, his body flickered, and he slashed towards Nanying with one palm, this trip was a complete failure, half of it was destroyed in the hands of this young man, even if he couldn't kill the Spirit Emperor and Wang Yue, he must be killed!

Nan Ying looked at Zhang Jiao with a murderous palm, but his whole body was weak, where could he avoid it? I had to squeeze out a contemptuous smile and close my eyes to death.

A figure suddenly closed and pounced, blocking in front of Nan Ying, and Zhang Jiao's palm was heavily imprinted on the man's back.

In the terrifying sound of bone cracking, the man's "wow" spewed out a sky full of blood mist, splashing Nanying's face and body.

Nan Ying held Jia Xu who fell in his arms in a panic, and clearly felt that his vitality was passing rapidly, like a broken candle in the wind, which could extinguish that little bit of fire at any time.

Zhang Jiao was stunned, and before he could strike again, Wang Yue had already roared and rushed over, as if he had turned into an indestructible sword, which was unstoppable.

Zhang Jiao flew back, like a kite with a broken string without any strength, and a few lifts had landed on a tree trunk in the distance, and said with a proud smile: "Wang Yue, I am inferior to you in terms of martial arts, but in terms of the art of light body, who else in the world can catch up......"

"Bang", Zhang Jiao's words stopped abruptly, he shook a few times, looked down at the blood spring gushing out of his shoulder, and his eyes showed an irrepressible look of horror.

Nan Ying's eyes were red and the gun was aimed at Zhang Jiao, although tears were already flowing from the corners of his eyes, but there was a cruel smile on his lips, he pulled the trigger again, and the pistol unexpectedly made a "click" sound. In the battle of Yiyang, there was only one bullet left in the gun, and after he left Yiyang, he slept all the way, traveling day and night, and even forgot to load the last magazine into the gun.

Nan Ying was stunned for a moment, and frantically buckled a few times before he came to his senses, but before he could reload again, Zhang Jiao had already touched his shoulder with one hand and disappeared into the dense forest in a hurry.

Nanying picked up the dying Jia Xu, raised his head to the sky and let out a wolf-like cry, which spread far away on the official road and in the dense forest.

Zhang Jiao had already run far away, but when he heard Nan Ying's last heart-rending roar, he still trembled under his feet and almost fell from the tree: "Zhang Jiao! I, Nanying, hereby swear, will never die with you in this life! ”

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