The judge's pen looked at Xu Yongzheng, and only then did he notice the mark between Xu Yongzheng's eyebrows. He finally understood why Xu Yongzheng was wearing a hairband.

The bright red mark was like a beating fire, bewitching and moving.

Xu Yongzheng's eyes were cold, looking at the man in Tsing Yi who was holding the flute to his lips.

With a wave of his right hand, another sword qi swung out and hit the man in Tsing Yi.

The double strokes of the judge's pen moved in unison, quickly blocking Qu Xingwu's body.

The man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes as if he were not affected by anything. The song finally blew out.

It is the famous song "Ambush on All Sides".

His first two blows were not offensive, and although they were elegant, they were hardly big scenes. At this moment, the flute sound is melodious, and the people in Tsing Yi obviously only have one flute in their hands, but they can interpret this famous song that can only be played by many musical instruments.

The song is divided into civil and military, feminine or masculine. And "Ambush on All Sides" is Gangyang's martial arts, the flute is solemn, and the momentum slowly becomes majestic and passionate.

How could Xu Yongzheng allow Qu Xingwu to play again, his body moved, and the Jin Ge sword in his hand pierced the man in Tsing Yi.

Where would the judge's pen and the orange-robed woman not understand. They all tried their best to resist.

Column camp, point general.

Xu Yongzheng faintly heard the sound of everyone shouting, he shook his head slightly, only to realize that the voice was not an illusion. Far from getting quieter, the voice grew louder and louder, lingering in his ears. This point became clear, and slowly converged into one word, "kill".

The man in Tsing Yi looked solemn, but there seemed to be a lot of people standing behind him.

Xu Yongzheng's eyes were red, and the killing realm rose again, and he could see the silhouettes of several people behind the Tsing Yi people.

It turns out that this is the artistic conception of the people in Tsing Yi.

The sound of the flute became more and more rapid, as if the soldiers were obeying orders, waiting for the horn of the charge.

Ambush soldiers, killing intent arises.

The judge's pen motioned for the orange-robed woman to step away, and they had dragged on to this point, so that they would not need to fight again.

The weapon was unsheathed, and three faint and illusory figures were dispatched.

Xu Yongzheng saw that the three people were dressed in armor, and even their faces were tightly wrapped, they pulled out their big knives one after another, and then flew towards Xu Yongzheng in unison.

Xu Yongzheng moved again with his back hand, not stingy with the artistic conception of launching. The sword swung and flicked in the air, and it was a crossed symbol "X".

Xu Yongzheng's artistic conception of river interception is rising again, this time the river is not turbulent and wide enough, and the river is coming slowly, which means that the artistic conception of this river interception is less powerful.

The artistic conception of intercepting the river was shot down by one of the humanoid phantoms, which was not easy. After all, this is the artistic conception that Xu Yongzheng launched in a hurry. And there are still two figures left. One of them and the other with a big knife had already arrived in front of Xu Yongzheng. Xu Yongzheng had the mentality of killing the enemy, and stabbed out with a sword, stabbing the person in it. Then he turned, and with a stroke of the sword, it slashed at the waist of the other man. The long sword pierced into the body, and without the slightest obstacle, the figure of the person in it dissipated directly. And the figure on the side, which should have also dissipated, did not disappear immediately. His big knife still slashed out, and it slashed at Xu Yongzheng's shoulder. That person is a phantom, and the big knife is also a phantom, but it slashed firmly on Xu Yongzheng's body, cutting through the flesh and blood, and the force penetrated into the bones. Xu Yongzheng's clothes were stained red with blood.

I see, the strength of the three phantoms is different.

Ambush the soldiers, charge into battle.

This time, it was a change in the shape of the five people. The five men were not wearing armor, but they still couldn't see their faces clearly. The spears in their hands were neatly aligned and held in front of their chests. This time, it was the five of them who attacked at the same time and flew straight towards Xu Yongzheng.

Xu Yongzheng didn't have time to be in a daze, his long sword swung left and right directly, and two intersecting strokes appeared in the air, intersecting with their respective centers, which was the artistic conception of communication. He repeated it twice, the air was filled with white mist, and there seemed to be two rivers behind Xu Yongzheng, the river was turbulent, the river was open, the river was rushing, and the artistic conception of the two river interceptions was sent out in this way.

This time, the shadow of a big river faintly appeared, which was wider and thicker than the small river just now. The superposition of the two artistic conceptions is not a simple one plus one equals two, but it arrives at the same time, which is more powerful.

With the power of the artistic conception of the two river interceptions, it still only washed away the figures of the three people. Xu Yongzheng was ready for battle this time and did not dare to relax. The two men slowed a little, and the spear finally clashed with the sword. Xu Yongzheng's long sword pierced through one of the armorers, and the armorer quickly dissipated. Then he swung his sword and stabbed the second man in the head. Who knew that the spear of the armor soldier suddenly moved, changed lanes halfway, changed stabbing to slashing, and attacked Xu Yongzheng's head. Xu Yongzheng narrowly dodged, and then with a long sword, the armor was finally destroyed.

After two battles, only Xu Yongzheng bled alone. The flame mark on his forehead became even more red. And after sending out the five artistic conceptions of intercepting the river, he began to feel that something was wrong. After deducing the artistic conception overnight, he was a little tired. And the situation of today's battle was even more unexpected for him.

The corners of the Tsing Yi man's mouth also began to bleed. He put down his flute abruptly, and then coughed violently, emptying the air from his lungs. Immediately afterward, he pulled out a handkerchief and covered his mouth. Xu Yongzheng thought to himself, it seems that after the fight just now, the consumption of the people in Tsing Yi is also very great.

So, it's really hard to say who killed the deer today.

The orange-robed woman was a little worried about the body of the man in Tsing Yi, and stepped forward to hold the man in Tsing Yi. The judge's pen moved first.

Today's plan is very different from what was planned today. If this matter is not successful, the judge will bear a great deal of responsibility.

The penmanship of the judge's pen now looks more like a knife technique. The judge's pen fought against Xu Yongzheng, although he was pressing step by step, but the pen gradually appeared a gap. The penmanship of the judge's pen did not change, and he still attacked Xu Yongzheng's left shoulder, which meant that he would take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Facing the onslaught of the judge's pen, Xu Yongzheng waved the Jin Ge sword and coped with it freely. But after more than a dozen moves, his right arm became a little tired and a little overwhelmed. The pain in his left shoulder was causing other wounds, and his body was telling him that if it went on like this, it would be bad.

Therefore, Xu Yongzheng decisively turned defense into offense, specializing in the right hand of the judge's pen. In the face of Xu Yongzheng's sudden change in sword momentum, the judge's pen smiled, and he did not panic, and the pen in his hand was also fearless, and he clashed with Jin Gejian.

Eventually, the gap between the two judges' pens grew wider. In the end, Xu Yongzheng used all his strength, and with a slash of the long sword, the judge's pen in the man's left hand finally became two. The man in black sneered, and the judge's pen in his right hand was quickly added, blocking the Jin Ge sword. I saw that the man's left wrist was lowered, and a broken arrow shot out of his sleeve, and the short arrow shot straight into Xu Yongzheng's chest.

was so despicable, Xu Yongzheng hurriedly withdrew his sword to resist, and the judge's pen in the man's right hand also suddenly attacked, stabbing Xu Yongzheng in the waist. Xu Yongzheng's reaction was not unpleasant, he pushed his knee against the man's wrist, Jin Ge sword cut off the short arrow, and the whole person went backwards. When retreating, Xu Yongzheng had an idea, and a sword quickly returned to the man's arm.

The man in black could only throw out the judge's pen in his right hand and hit Xu Yongzheng's right hand. The Jin Ge sword in Xu Yongzheng's hand was castrated, and he cut off the man's clothes, which was quite strong, and almost scraped off a piece of meat. It was also thanks to the judge's pen that the man's arm would have been scrapped.

The man in black took off his robe and revealed his true face. He bandaged the wound haphazardly.

"You don't look surprised, you guess you guessed. ”

Xu Yongzheng was not surprised, what kind of enemy it was didn't make much difference to him. He had cut off the short arrow with a single sword, but it was too fast. He still had a wound on the cheek. He reached out and dabbled the blood from the wound, which was red and showed no signs of poisoning.

The man in black put his hands behind his back and took out his weapon from his waist.

Xu Yongzheng saw the strange short soldier again, the meridian mandarin duck. I don't know how I feel when I see this weapon.

"This time, you don't have a chance," said the man holding the Meridian Mandarin Duck.

The man in Tsing Yi coughed again, his condition was better than just now. But there was still blood choking on his throat, and he couldn't speak. His flute had already been stained with blood, and its body was stained with blood. He wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, but such a green jade bamboo flute, such an injured person, would never be able to blow out of "Ambush on All Sides" today.