Qianqiu was drunk and stood on the tip of the sword with one foot, and a pair of curved arc-shaped swords appeared in his hand, which was obviously a side-of-the-way weapon.

People who dare to use this kind of weapon naturally have two hits in their hands, in fact, Zhang He didn't underestimate him, but now that the revenge has been avenged, Zhang He has no intention of fighting more, and is already thinking about a way to get out.

Almost everyone thought that Qianqiu was going to do it without saying a word when he got drunk on stage, but Qianqiu was drunk and stared at Zhang He, and the expression on his face was by no means what an angry person should have.

He should be thankful for the rain, for the sudden rainstorm drenched him, but it also made him more conscious.

As soon as he saw his plain and indifferent expression, Zhang He knew that this bandit leader of the eighteenth company battalion was much more difficult to deal with than Huang Feihu.

Sure enough, Qianqiu was drunk and the tip of the sword hung down, and his whole body was relaxed, he looked at Zhang He and said: "Today is the grand ceremony of the Hedong Martial Arts Alliance Lord's Conference, and the heroes of the world gather together, it is indeed a good and auspicious time." ”

Many people don't understand this, but Zhang He understands.

Because this is the time of day, the time of day is not good for Zhang He, after all, this is not a big killing.

When the weather is unfavorable, the winning side is a few points smaller.

Qianqiu was drunk and said: "Although Shenyin Peak is not the home of my eighteenth company camp, I can guarantee that none of you here are more familiar with the grass and trees than me, this is the location." ”

Zhang He's face sank, he was a big connoisseur when he was drunk.

Qianqiu was drunk and continued: "Although Your Excellency is good at martial arts, it is a pity that you have slaughtered innocents, and you have to be enemies of the heroes of the world, and you have lost people. ”

Now even the fat man who doesn't understand how much he understands, the right time and place are the same as Zhang He, this battle has not started and has already lost several points to win, Gu Mu and Mingzhong Dao and others on the high platform can't help but nod, just with this concept, Qianqiu's drunken strength is at least several grades higher than Huang Feihu, and it is by no means that Zhang He can be defeated with three punches and two feet.

"But that's not the most important point." Chiaki was drunk and spoke again.

Zhang He said: "Oh? You know? ”

Qianqiu was drunk and said: "Your Excellency killed as many as five or six hundred people in my sect, and most of the murderous aura has disappeared, and just now you killed my imperial brother, the murderous aura has been lost at this moment, killing is murderous, your murderous aura is wasted too much on inconsequential people, I think you will deal with me?" ”

Zhang He's pupils suddenly contracted: "Okay, you really understand!" ”

Lin Ruoli became nervous again, this person's IQ is not low at all, and he can still stay calm in such an angry state, whether Zhang He can win or not has finally become a problem.

But something that no one could have imagined appeared again, and Zhang He looked up to the sky and laughed again.

Everyone doesn't understand it again, if Zhang He's laughter a few times ago gave people a heroic sense of "seeing the Central Plains as a heroic", then this time it gives people a feeling of emptiness.

Because people usually use laughter to hide their inner turmoil.

It wasn't until he had enough laughter that Zhang He lowered his head and said coldly: "Actually, you shouldn't have said these words just now." ”

Qianqiu was drunk and said, "Oh? ”

Zhang He said: "Because you are not sure to deal with me at all, you deliberately said these words to weaken my momentum." ”

Qianqiu's drunken pupils also contracted suddenly, and Zhang He was much smarter than he imagined, because he didn't know one thing yet, he could play anything with Zhang He, don't play the scheming and intrigues of the city government in front of Zhang He, you are purely getting an axe in the class.

Zhang He said: "You are not sure to deal with it, but I am sure to destroy you." ”

When these words were said, at least half of the thousands of people present didn't believe it, especially Gu Mu and Mingzhong Dao, they knew that Qianqiu was drunk with martial arts, if there was an absolute certainty of killing Qianqiu and getting drunk, then this person's strength should be at least 6 turns or more, but in the previous battle between Zhang He and Huang Feihu, many famous masters saw that Zhang He's background was very deep, but the various realms he played were by no means at the level of defying the sky.

Chiaki was drunk and sneered, "Really? ”

Zhang He smiled: "You don't believe it? ”

Qianqiu was drunk and said coldly: "Only you believe in this kind of thing." ”

Zhang He laughed even harder: "I'll tell you something. ”

Qianqiu was drunk and said, "Say! ”

Zhang He said word by word: "I can let you lie down within three moves, if I can't kill you within three moves, I will kill myself on the spot." ”

When he said this, Zhang He's tone was very confident, and his voice seemed to be extraordinarily sonorous, making his whole person look extraordinarily tall than usual.

Looking at Zhang He's weird devil mask, Qianqiu was drunk and still had no expression, but he protected his chest with a sword.

This action has betrayed his heart, originally he had the upper hand in momentum, but Zhang He reversed the situation in a few words, objectively speaking, he was not frightened when he was drunk, even the Gumu Dao Chief, who had the highest martial arts skills present, did not dare to say that he could be killed in seconds within three moves.

The problem is that when I think of Zhang He slaughtering as many as five or six hundred people in Shuizhai and splitting Huang Feihu with his own hands, it is not impossible for this kind of big talk to become a reality, and the only possibility is that Zhang He has a big move, so Qianqiu was drunk and subconsciously made a defensive posture first.

His contradictory and subtle psychology is the most taboo for martial arts masters.

The enemy should be preoccupied and distracted at the moment, so how can he think wildly and contradict himself?

Of course, he didn't know that Zhang He's rich experience in dealing with the enemy and his strong grasp of people's psychology were far more terrifying than any martial arts.

But the unthinkable happened again, Zhang He held the sword in his backhand, his left index finger and middle finger clamped, slowly stroked the blade, his eyes carefully and contentedly stared at the smooth blade, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

The cold raindrops hit the sword, diluting the bloodstains, and Zhang He's fingers slowly wiped away the stains for the sword, looking at his demeanor, as if he was gently wiping away the tears on his face for his beloved girl.

The gentler he is, the more nervous he becomes when he gets drunk, like a great enemy.

Zhang He finally stabbed the first sword in the air, which is probably the slowest sword present today, just like the slow motion of the movie at 1/4 speed, of course, this sword can't stab people, but deliberately stabs the air.

"That's the first move!" Zhang He smiled.

Everyone stared at all this with wide eyes, and Zhang He must have brewed a huge conspiracy either because he suddenly went crazy.

The sword slowly stabbed out, and then slowly slanted up, Zhang He smiled: "This is the second move!" ”

Before the word "move" was finished, suddenly there was a sharp sound of "Zheng", and "Meteor Outside the Sky" flashed.

How fast does a meteor shine? Is it fleeting? What's more, it's a meteor flying from outside the sky.

Qianqiu got drunk and guessed the beginning of the story - Zhang He, a muddy boy, did hide a big move behind, but he didn't guess the end of the story - because this sword came too shaking, and when he saw the sword clearly, he only felt a cold face, and there was no longer pain, and he fell directly from the ring.

This sword was stabbed through his chest with the most heavily guarded, and it pierced the chest directly, and the value of the yellow critical hit was "―3566".

When he fell, he finally figured out a lot of things, and he realized that he was born to a fucking super big man in Jang He.

This reason is very simple, Zhang He doesn't want to fight him at all, because once he attacks him like Huang Feihu, there are no dozens or even hundreds of rounds, and there is no way to tell the winner at all, in that case, Zhang He's consumption will be greater, and the more dangerous it will be.

So Zhang He deliberately bragged about his rhetoric, so that he could put on a defensive posture, so that Zhang He could enlarge his moves with peace of mind, but he didn't expect Zhang He's big move to be so strong, in fact, he had to blame himself, as Zhang He said: You shouldn't say those words, because if you say it, you give Lao Tzu the opportunity to make a yin move.

Facing the bombardment, it may be said that all the famous people here are stronger than Zhang He, but when it comes to yin people, Xiao Zhang is a good hand, and if you don't die, you are also severely disabled.

Qianqiu is drunk as Qianqiu is drunk, he didn't get Zhang He drunk, but was numb by Zhang He.

Zhang He looked at the corpse in the audience and sneered: "It seems that I overestimated you, you don't need three moves at all, one move is enough." ”

All the players in the audience were shocked again, and many people were secretly discussing, what kind of swordsmanship is this? I didn't even keep my eyes up, I only saw a flash of human figure, and Qianqiu was "drunk" as soon as I got drunk.

Gu Mu and Elder Wan both had solemn faces, and now everyone saw the power of the flash of "Meteor Outside the Sky".

At this time, a figure finally flew up slowly from the VIP platform, and performed "Flying on the Grass" in the air, and then stopped steadily on the tip of the knife in the ring.

A man in Tsing Yi smiled and clasped his fists with both hands: "Under the hero's small knife will protect the 'Huashi Sanren', I admire the martial brother very much, the armed brother broke into the eighteenth company camp alone, and beheaded the two masters, this pride is ashamed of himself, but the armed brother will treat my alliance leader as nothing, so I really want to ask for a few tricks under the armed brother, even if it is unfortunate to hang under the armed brother, it can be regarded as dying in the hands of the master, and there is no regret in the next." ”

His words were very clever, and many people present applauded in unison.

But Mingzhongdao was furious: "Despicable! ”

Hua Shi Sanren smiled and said: "Miss Ming seems to have a lot of prejudices against you, why don't you come up and teach together?" ”

It is definitely impossible for Mingzhongdao to come to power, as soon as she comes to power, a situation of 2 to 1 will be formed, and a famous and decent person will not do this kind of thing, even if she can do it, she can't do it on this occasion.

Zhang He also smiled, and bowed his hand to the knife in the middle of the tea from a distance: "Thank you girl for speaking up and being kind, but there are only moths and reptiles, and someone Wu can still deal with it." ”

No matter how good-tempered Hua Shisan was, his face changed when he heard this.

Lin Ruoli in the audience only felt that Zhang He was a miracle at all, and the Heroic Land Knife Club was also considered to be a more prestigious sect built by himself, and his protector was also a 5-turn fierce man, and he was actually considered by Zhang He to be a moth reptile.

(To be continued)