The sword is fierce, this is a slash that is not inferior to Zhang Daquan's sword technique and Zi Linglong's sword technique.

Zhang Daquan's eyes shrank slightly, and the long knife in his hand met it fiercely, and he already knew clearly that Bu Zheng had mastered a knife skill that was not inferior to the Xin You knife technique.

At this time, Bu Zheng cut out this knife even more to make Zhang Daquan sure of this matter, but human force is divided into two parts, skill is one part, and strength is another.

Now Zhang Daquan only hopes that the power of the step struggle is still the same as before.

In this way, even if there is no superiority in sword skills, he can rely on his strength to suppress the foot fight.

Compared with the stamen and purple Linglong of the Red League, the fight should not be a threat, but the two women of the Red League and he always know each other, everyone knows the horror of the other party, and they are used to the horror of the other party.

"Bang."

The two long knives collided, evenly matched, and although the step battle had grown, it seemed that in terms of strength, it was only half a catty and eight taels with Zhang Daquan.

"His knife skills, his knife skills."

However, not far away, Zi Linglong's eyes had already shrunk violently.

"It still has the domineering and murderous aura of the sword technique in the army, but it has more elegance and flexibility of the sword technique of the rivers and lakes, and his slash seems to have transcended the restrictions of the move, to the extent that a slash is a slash."

Next to him, there was no more charm on the face of the stamen, it was full of solemnity and exposure, and with a flip of his hands, dense silver needles appeared on the tips of his fingers.

Like Zhang Daquan, they are willing to continue to be enemies with Zhang Daquan, I don't know how many years of hostility have been between the Red Clothes League and the imperial court, their predecessors and Zhang Daquan's predecessors have even been opponents for a lifetime, but there are not many real casualties on both sides.

They all believe that even in this world, if there is a different way of fighting, there is more between them and Zhang Daquan who only distinguish between victory and defeat and life and death, however, it is not a joke if they say that they will be killed before.

Coupled with the current sword technique of Bu Zheng, as well as the increased strength, maybe they will really be killed by Bu Zheng.

"Chop."

In the distance, the sound of the foot struggle suddenly sounded, and the one belonging to the foot fight among the two long knives facing each other bounced up violently, and the extremely strange one without the slightest arc and angle had fallen again, and it was extremely fast when it fell together, and there was no stagnation in the partiality.

Before Zhang Daquan's knife momentum could be redeployed, it had already slashed down on Zhang Daquan's long knife again.

Before the power of the fury was not inferior in the slightest, Zhang Daquan's wrist trembled, the hand holding the long knife had begun to be sore, the blade began to tremble, and the entire long knife seemed to have signs of falling.

A frightened look flashed from Zhang Daquan's eyes, there are routines for any martial arts in this world, no matter how perfect the cultivation is, but some necessary moves are also needed, just like slashing, you have to charge up, and then swing the knife, the so-called fast knife is just to compress the time of charging and swinging the knife to the extreme.

But the slash just now, although it also bounced up and fell, Zhang Daquan could use his head to vouch for it, there was absolutely no accumulation and swinging process, such a knife should not have any power, biased, but in the hands of the step fight, it has the power of any slash that is not inferior, which is simply against the common sense of martial arts.

"Get out of the way."

In the distance, the sound of the stamen sounded, Zhang Daquan's head shrank, and without the slightest hesitation, he rolled out to the back, and a few cold rays shot in front of Bu Zheng when Zhang Daquan's head shrank.

The secret weapon of the Poisonous Flower Woman, even in the middle and late stages of her previous life, was a terrifying existence, but in this life, ......

The sneer spread from the corner of Bu Zheng's mouth, and suddenly his palm waved at will, and Bu Zheng's figure had already rushed out quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Hua Rui and Zi Linglong, and the long knife slashed out again.

"Be careful."

Zi Linglong let out a low roar, and the long sword flashed out of the cold light, facing the long knife that was fighting.

"Zheng ......"

With a crisp sound, the sword and the sword collided quickly, and the two bounced in reverse, but the sword had already slashed towards the stamen, and beside it, the stamen's face changed dramatically, and she dodged out violently, and Zi Linglong's face also changed dramatically, and she forcibly turned the direction of the long sword that popped out and chased it towards the long knife that was fighting.

"Sure enough, it's a good feeling."

The sword changed rapidly, and Bu Zheng suddenly turned his head and showed a smile at Zi Linglong, and the feeling of uneasiness instantly surged towards Zi Linglong with this smile, but, not to mention that the forced change of direction of the long sword had consumed the last bit of Zi Linglong's strength, even if it didn't, Zi Linglong didn't dare to withdraw the sword at this time, and let the long knife of the step fight slash towards the stamen.

"Scandium."

With a dull voice, the long sword finally succeeded in intercepting the long knife, Zi Linglong's heart relaxed slightly, and a strong wind suddenly landed on her throat, which was the palm of Bu Zheng, and he used his hand as a knife to slash out this slash that was not inferior to the knife technique.

“…… Knife...... Law ......"

Her eyes widened, Zi Linglong looked at Bu Zheng who retracted her palm and squeezed out two words, she really couldn't think of what kind of sword technique Bu Zheng was using now, it took them more than half a year to determine that the martial arts in reality could not be exerted to the limit in this world, and only the strongest martial arts in this world could be exerted to the extreme.

However, the martial arts used in Bu Zheng are definitely not recorded in any of the classics in this world.

"Chop, it's not a knife technique, it's just a chop."

The figure of the step struggle turns, the foot rushes forward quickly, the long knife cuts out again, the world of embroidered spring knives, there are strong martial arts, but there is no strong footwork, whether it is him or Hua Rui or Zi Linglong, Zhang Daquan and other players are all their own footwork, and there is no game world rules blessing in the case of the footwork of Hua Rui and others compared with the footwork is simply fireflies to Haoyue.

"The Redcoats won't let you go."

The blade was cold, and the stamen's face was as pale as snow, this knife stamen knew that she couldn't dodge, her head twisted slightly, and the stamen looked at Zhang Daquan in the distance and let out a terrible roar.

The long knife of Bu Zheng fell, and Zhang Daquan did not hesitate in the distance, and his figure had quickly jumped up to the courtyard wall and disappeared in the sight of Bu Zheng in the blink of an eye.

"He didn't have a chance to get the news back to the Redcoats."

Bu Zheng looked at the flower stamen who was in a different place and shook his head and laughed, the death of the two women of the Red Alliance erased the last bit of trouble he had in this world, and then, the backhands he arranged before would allow him to start a quick harvest.

"What should we do next, go to Liaodong?"

After half a pillar of incense, Ye Feng quickly arrived at the courtyard with a team of people, including the Jinyi Guard, and the soldiers of the other twelve guards, obviously at this time Bu Zheng and Ye Feng had roughly controlled this huge empire.

"No, don't go to Liaodong, Zhang Daquan, what he wants can't escape my expectations, and what the Jurchen group of people want can't escape my expectations, then we just need to wait, and a series of tasks will naturally have Zhang Daquan and those Jurchen guys to send them to the door for us,............"

A confident voice sounded, and at this time, in a secret passage leading to the outside of the city in Kyoto, Zhang Daquan walked quickly towards the outside of the city with a blue face.

"Let's go to Liaodong, find the Jurchen barbarians, and then, kill them back, and let Tianxiong's cubs know that he is not the only one who has left behind in the past eight years."