With a loud bang, two figures burst out of the prison with flying rubble and stones, causing the crossbowmen soldiers on the ground to look up. In mid-air, the sword light flashed, mixed with electric sparks and the sound of sharp weapons fighting. Shi Jingzhong's iron fan swirled and danced, fighting with Wei Shanren in the chaos of stones, and dozens of moves had passed in an instant. He and Wei Shanren were not far away, but there were rocks in the middle, and when they fell, the stones and rubble flew everywhere, and the vision was quite poor. Although Wei Shanren has the advantage in the length of his weapon, he uses a soft sword, although he is dexterous, but in this chaotic stone, every time he makes a move, he is always blocked by the masonry rubble. Every time it touched the rock, the blade of the sword only turned slightly, but because of the exquisite sword move, it missed by a fraction of a millimeter. Although the move cannot be distinguished, when the sword is completed, it is not as expected. On the contrary, although Shi Jingzhong's iron fan is short and can be opened and closed, it is not affected by the stone in the slightest. When the iron fan is closed, it is a short stick, and when it is opened, it is a sharp blade, and when it encounters a mess of rocks and rubble, the short stick is broken, and the sharp blade is slashed, and Wei Shanren is defeated and retreated again and again, without the slightest power to fight back.

The two figures fell as they struck, mixed with the scattered masonry and fell into the courtyard, bringing up a puff of dust and smoke. When the horses saw that the smoke and dust were overwhelming, mixed with the falling stones, they retreated one after another, for fear of being hit by the rocks.

"Shi Jingzhong!" In the smoke and dust, Wei Shanren smashed a brick that fell in front of him, and said angrily at Shi Jingzhong: "Don't struggle anymore!" No matter what you do today, you're going to die here! ”

"Humph!" Shi Jingzhong said with a dignified sleeve in his robe: "The world is calm, all the people are in their hearts, my personal life and death are no longer important, but I am fighting for my life today, and I want to know you scum for the world!" ”

"Haha!" Wei Shanren sneered and said, "Just now, you just beat me a few tricks by virtue of the terrain, and now you start talking big?" "When he saw that the rocks had ceased, and that the smoke and dust around him had dispersed, his heart was no longer afraid." Have you forgotten how I beat you to hide a few days ago!? Just with your short fan, and your old bones, kill me? Hum! You dream! Hand over Zhou Xueke as soon as possible! Maybe I'll be happy for a while, and I'll be able to leave you a whole corpse! ”

"Hmph." Shi Jingzhong sneered, folded his hand and took the iron fan into his arms. "Miss Xue Ke is no longer in this Chang'an City! Want to find her? Let's go in the next life! His eyes were furious, and he pulled out the long sword at his waist, only to hear a pop, and a cold light burst out of the sheath, and the moonlight was also dimmed. Lin Xiao can't kill you, so what about it? ”

"Floating Sword?" Wei Shanren couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw the long sword, and he had a move with Shi Jingzhong at first, but he only cared about looking at his moves, but didn't pay attention to the saber at his waist. At this time, seeing the cold light of the long sword, Wei Shanren couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart.

The floating sword, taking the meaning of floating fireflies, is because its sword body will give birth to a faint blue shimmer under the moonlight, like a faint firefly in the barren mound. This sword and the sword are both made from the secret techniques of the previous dynasty of meteoric iron, but the difference is that the sword is a pure yang sword that is mixed with hardware and obtained after thousands of tempers, and this floating sword is a yin sword that is full of resentment and seals the throat with blood. Legend has it that in order to obtain this peerless sword, the sword builder brutally killed twelve women born in the Yin period, and poured their blood on the sword body for a whole day before he got this sword. This sword was obtained by the prince Li Jiancheng along with the Jinghong sword, because the prince did not like this Yin Sword Fuying, so he kept it out in the cold and abandoned it, until he and the generals faced Dou Yuniang, he took out the floating sword and handed it to his subordinate Shi Jingzhong, and then it has been kept by Shi Jingzhong.

The body of the floating sword is slightly blue, the sword grid is a piece of cold jadeite carved into the shape of a blood-colored remnant cloud, and the hilt is said to be made of Lingxiao wood from Shouyang Mountain, so as to suppress the evil qi of the sword body. If you are hit by this sword, even if it only pierces a little flesh, the resentment in the sword will invade the enemy's body through the wound, and the cold will penetrate the bones and souls, making people suffer abnormally, it is a fierce sword.

"That's right!" Shi Jingzhong sneered. "It's the Floating Sword! I hid this sword away from the study, so I didn't use it when I fought you last time, and now I break the oath I made to the prince and unseal it in order to kill you. Use your blood today to cleanse the seal of the Floating Sword. I think you should know the story of this sword, right? ”

"Humph!" Wei Shanren said angrily: "What a ghost sword! It's just a bluff! Make up some true and false stories, just coax three-year-old children, and don't scare labor and management here! That being said, his body retreated slightly.

"In the past, the prince was built and the sword dance was amazing." Wei Shanren raised his hand slightly, pointing at Wei Shanren. The sleeves of the shirt waved, bringing a gust of wind, and the torches in the hands of the generals were blown by the wind, flickering and swaying one by one, wanting to extinguish and burn, looking very weird. When the soldiers saw this, they couldn't help but retreat one after another. "I don't have a Thrilling Sword in my hand today, so I'll use this Floating Sword to show you the "Floating Formula" and "Thrilling Magic" that I haven't practiced exhaustively!" As he spoke, he pinched his sword and prepared to make a move.

"You!" Seeing that Shi Jingzhong was about to make a move, Wei Shanren hurriedly waved his hand and shouted: "Release the arrow!" Shoot the arrows! When the crossbowmen behind him heard him roar like this, they woke up one by one like a dream, and they drew arrows one after another, and in an instant, there was a shower of drizzle and arrows, overwhelming, shooting straight towards Shi Jingzhong.

"The angry waves are not afraid of the sky, and the feathers break the storm." After Shi Jingzhong finished chanting these two sentences, the floating sword in his hand instantly danced. He swirled the sword in front of him, turning back and forth, like two shields, protecting himself, the rain of arrows followed, but one by one they hit the sword light and were instantly cut off, which was the 'Hongyi Lingyun' used to resist the sword rain in the swordsmanship. His floating sword danced and flew, only to see that sparks continued to burst out from the surface of the sword, which were all blocked arrows, and when this move was finished, the ground in front of him was already full of broken arrows.

"Not good!" Wei Shanren didn't expect Shi Jingzhong to be able to use such a powerful sword move at such an age, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and when he saw that the arrow rain was blocked, he hurriedly ran to the periphery. He knew that the words and sentences of Shi Jingzhong were not one but two sword moves, one was to defend, and the other was to attack.

Sure enough, as soon as Wei Shanren ran out of the outermost part of the crowd, a wail sounded behind him, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that the group of crossbowmen had all hit their swords in an instant, and they fell to the ground one by one and twitched. The soldiers in the back came with spears and knives, rushing up one after another, but they were never able to subdue Shi Jingzhong. Let Shi Jingzhong slash and slash in this crowd, shuttling and dancing like a shock.

"What a powerful 'sea of plays'." Wei Shanren sighed secretly: "Fortunately, I hid in time, otherwise I would have fallen to the ground at this time, I'm afraid it would be me" He thought like this and looked into the crowd again, and saw that the soldiers here were still pouring forward, so although Shi Jingzhong was brave, he could only slash back and forth in the crowd, and could not break out of the encirclement. Seeing this, Wei Shanren's hanging heart let go a little, so he snatched the bow and arrow of a crossbowman, and immediately filled it, facing Shi Jingzhong in the crowd.

"Goodbye, senior brother." Wei Shanren sneered, and suddenly let go of the bowstring, and in an instant, the cold arrow came out of the string and shot straight towards Shi Jingzhong.

(End of chapter)