The golden light object was hit by the tip of the sword, and flew out not far away, and it fell down, and was quickly picked up by a man in the back team of Zhao Yue and his party.

It turned out to be a piece of gilded brick-like heavy metal.

The man in gray is the Taoist priest known as the eight-armed Nezha, the god horse Ma Ling.

His sword was finally snatched from the secret room of a well-defended prominent nobleman's house in Daliao, for which he killed dozens of elite guards, broke through the rain of arrows, and was able to break through with injuries, and was chased by the elite of the Liao army's iron cavalry from the city to the outside of the city all the way to chase and kill, and ran for hundreds of miles without stopping, hiding in the nearby mountains to escape, but such a beloved thing was chopped by the opponent.

He never expected that this young man who hid his identity among the mixed adults was actually a hidden supreme swordsmanship, if he was allowed to grow up, the strength was unimaginable, how could he pay it back?

At the moment, it is impossible for him to let go, and if he relaxes his hands a little, he will be splashed with blood on the spot.

Zhao Yue threw away the horror and fear of suddenly encountering a strong enemy, and pressed tightly, gradually gaining some self-confidence.

Both sides did their best to not kill their opponents, and they would not dare to give up.

Ma Ling couldn't fight for a long time, and his fierce offensive was always restrained, and he gradually lost his strength.

The hands seem to be more and more courageous, the more mysterious and unpredictable the more the swordsmanship becomes, the more they fight, the more they are in the chest, and there are fierce helpers.

The two young men who were hiding in the forest were worried that Ma Ling would lose in the lonely battle, so they couldn't help but pounce out and wanted to go up to help, but they were immediately intercepted by the second iron guard who was holding back uncomfortable.

The two sides fought fiercely and fought fiercely.

The swordsmanship of the two men is also good, the skills are flexible, the speed of jumping and dodging and the sword is very fast, but unfortunately there is no Ma Ling's sword to resist destruction, and the weapon was destroyed by the crazy sword of the second iron guard, and he suddenly fell into a predicament, relying on the speed advantage to barely support, but was put down and captured by the second guard with a short hand-to-hand hit.

Lu Tie's rhinoceros sword hit a man's heart, and roared at the gray-clothed man: "The Taoist priest quickly surrenders, otherwise he will stab your two accomplices." ”

The man who received the gold brick threw the gold brick to cheer and greeted: "Taoist, you are so powerful, if you vote for our young master, it is idle to want the real gold brick to be a secret weapon, so hurry up and drop your interest." ”

Ma Ling caught a glimpse of the two men running out of the forest, and knew that they were going to suffer, but they couldn't even open their mouths to speak in the fierce battle, at this time, in this level of fighting, whoever was distracted would have to die.

Therefore, he was worried and anxious, but he didn't dare to be irritable, and he didn't dare to relax the sword in his hand.

Although Zhao Yue gradually gained the upper hand, he knew very well that if he didn't fight hundreds or thousands of moves, he couldn't win, if he won, he would be just as tired when he was young, and it would be difficult for others to chase down the opponent.

When he heard the word "gold brick", his highly excited mind flashed like lightning, and a name blurted out: "Ma Ling? ”

With this flash of thought, he was almost stabbed by Ma Ling, and took a step back in time to block it, but the placket of his chest was still punctured, and he was shocked into a cold sweat even if he hid the protection of the tough inner armor.

Fierce backhand fierce attack on a few swords, relying on the sword sharp and matchless, forcing Ma Ling not to dare to block hard and had to retreat again and again to avoid, he suddenly pulled back and jumped, widening the distance while being on high alert while shouting: "Ma Ling, you can't beat me." If you don't want to die, the accomplice stops. ”

Ma Ling stopped his hand as he said, maintaining the unyielding ferocity on his face, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The opponent did not take the initiative to retreat, he did not dare to relax in the slightest, and this battle was really not over.

Zhao Yue breathed for a while, stared at the gray-clothed man and said tentatively: "Divine foal Ma Ling, you are Song Min of Jizhou, right?" Why did you go to Youzhou and plot to kill me? Do you know me? Or did you admit that I was wrong? ”

How does this kid know about me?

I've always been strict and secretive, never public, how did I become famous?

Ma Ling was surprised but sneered: "Don't you, the son of a shameless family who betrayed his ancestors and betrayed the Han people, deserve to die?"

As a glorious Han Chinese, your family was in chaos at the beginning, trapped in the general trend of the world, and your home was in Yanyun, so it is understandable that you were forced to rely on the Khitan to survive.

Now that the Jurchen barbarians have risen and the Liao army has been defeated and retreated, you don't want to take the opportunity to return to the Han Dynasty, but you want to take advantage of the Jurchens and take refuge in the Jurchens, and you are willing to be cheap, I inadvertently see through your hiding in the hotel, how can I let you go? ”

Hearing this big set, Zhao Yue smiled.

It's ridiculous.

It's really Ma Ling.

Shaking his head and sighing.

I can't imagine that this Shenxing Taoist is still a racist who is proud of the Han nation.

But please find out my true identity before committing the murder. Do you know that your martial arts are too high, and it is easy to die when you make a move?

Today is me. Another person would have died hundreds of times earlier.

Ma Ling blinked and said coldly, "What do you mean?" Have I wronged you? ”

"You are not the son of a wealthy Yandi family, how can you speak Yandi Chinese fluently with your subordinates? How can you be rich? How can there be such a strong guard and a divine weapon?

Didn't you go north to contact the Jurchens with a family mission, trying in vain to step on two boats, so that you could take advantage of the wind left and right, how could I ambush you early and accurately intercept and kill you through this place? ”

The sharp and contemptuous eyes undoubtedly told Zhao Yue: Don't try to deceive me. I've seen through you.

Zhao Yue spread his hands helplessly.

It's really hard for you to explain.

"If you really want to know my identity, there is a condition, if I am not what you judged, you will follow me in the future. Not to be a guard follower, but to be a brother in life and death. How? ”

Ma Ling was stunned for a moment, then sneered again, and said, "Since you are so confident that you can convince me." Let my people go first. ”

Ertiewei is in a hurry: I finally took the initiative, and I can't give up easily.

Shi Yong and Duan Jingzhu also glanced at Zhao Yue again and again: This Taoist priest is too powerful. Let go of the slightest let go and let them escape, we will have trouble on the road in the future, and we will lose our lives at any time.

Zhao Yue immediately ordered the release of the people.

When the two young men returned to the Taoist priest, he let the stupid Lu barbarian say.

Ma Ling opened his mouth wide in surprise: "What? ”

"You are the famous Cangzhao Xiaobawang?"

Although he doubted it, he believed it.

The rough man introduced did not speak well, his eyes did not blink at all, his eyes did not wander at all, and his face was full of pride, and he did not know where such a strong sense of superiority came from, and he was obviously telling the truth.

Zhao Yue asked, "What?" Ma Daochang thinks I don't deserve the name of the little overlord? ”

Ma Ling blushed a little.

It's not for Zhao Yue's name, but for himself to intercept and kill the wrong person, and he can't kill anyone.

Slowly embarrassed, Ma Ling said: "Your little saint's younger brother, why don't you stay at home and study as a gentleman, what are you doing in the cold and snow in the north?"

Is it too much happiness and want to find hardships? ”

You killed the wrong person, why shouldn't I be here?

What robber logic?

Zhao Yue looked at Ma Ling amusedly: "Did the Dao Chief agree to my conditions?" ”

Ma Ling snorted and changed the subject: "You answer me first." ”

Zhao Yue really dared to tell him the truth about this Han nationalist.

"Yes, I'm going to look for the Jurchens, but instead of contacting the two boats, I want to see with my own eyes how powerful they are. Is the Taoist chief interested in watching the Jurchen War with him? ”

As he spoke, he returned the sword in his hand to the sheath and threw it to Ma Ling.

"Broken your sword. You use this one first. When you get home, you can have whatever you want. ”

Ma Ling instinctively caught it, pulled out the sword with his hand, and immediately took a cool breath.

Damn, my sword has become jagged. You don't even have a tooth mark. To what extent is this treasure, and it is actually given to me like this?

So generous?

Gentleman, you are a treasure knife is a cabbage everywhere. You can't get it even if you have money.

In a blink of an eye, he saw that Zhao Yue's subordinates were all looking at the funny appearance of the soil buns, and his heart suddenly became agitated.

I grass, his family can't make it himself, right?

After thinking about what you want, you can have it, and I was immediately sure.

Also excited.

Well, the specifier is.

Otherwise, how could all the guards be equipped with sharp weapons that sharpen iron like clay?