As the so-called artist is bold, the guard saw Zhao Zheng coming, and he was not afraid at all, but accelerated his speed, and put his sword in front of him, making a good posture to meet the enemy.

The moonlight shone into the forest and landed on the guard's sword, reflecting a snow-white light. With this faint light, Zhao Zheng saw this person clearly, at least the weapon used by this person.

If he used other weapons, Zhao Zheng might be a little stunned, but this person was holding a sword in his hand, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He has been using swords for a long time, and he has a certain experience in all kinds of sword moves, and he is good at dismantling and breaking moves.

"Boy, you've met an ancestor with a sword!" Zhao Zheng shouted, jumped in the air, and the sword of life went from top to bottom, like a white dragon pounced.

The guard didn't say anything, he shifted his position, stepped his left foot over his right foot, dodged to the side, and at the moment of dodging the sword of life, he launched a counterattack with his sword.

Zhao Zheng missed with a sword, and made a move in his hand. Because during the day, he practiced hard the white horse gap he had just learned, and at this time his hand was still there, so he naturally used this move when he made a move. He hurried quickly, stepped forward, and dotted the enemy with the tip of his sword, and without waiting for the enemy to react, his feet moved again, wandering and testing around the enemy.

The speed of the guard was not as fast as Zhao Zheng, and he was circled in a straight circle in place, and after a long time, his hands and feet gradually couldn't keep up, and flaws appeared frequently.

Zhao Zheng grabbed a flaw and slid the sword of life into it, the sword body passed through the defensive net, and the tip of the sword pointed out a little cold light, which happened to be on the guard's head.

The guard was hit by a critical move, killed on the spot, and screamed. Fall to the ground.

This before and after. It doesn't take more than a few breaths. Very brief.

"This trick is not as powerful as the overlord Changtu, but it is very easy to use." Zhao Zheng was secretly overjoyed, turned his sword back, turned his head, and looked for the traces of the other two guards.

The remaining two people are one after the other, the closer distance is only more than ten zhang away, and the farther one is about fifteen zhang away. If you meet the first person, the second person will soon catch up. When the time comes, you'll have to face a one-to-two situation, which will be tricky.

Zhao Zheng hesitated slightly, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to fight, being chased by others, it was not a way after all. He rushed forward with his sword, mustered up his internal strength, and made up his mind to fight quickly. This trick is very useful, so you might as well try it again.

"Good boy, dare to act in front of us, watch me smash your head with a stick!" The second guard burst into applause. The voice was loud and resounded through the night sky. He saw that Zhao Zheng took the initiative to send it to the door. He didn't continue to chase anymore, so he simply stopped, danced a mourning screw stick in his hand into the wind, lit up a "pillar of optimus" starting hand, and pushed the stick head into the air.

Zhao Zheng rushed in front of the second guard in the blink of an eye, and without dragging the mud and water, he directly unleashed the white horse through the gap, and took out his sword to test while running.

"Look at the move!" The guard waved the screw stick of the mourning door, and the stick missed, and nothing was hit, only a faint white light. The moment his stick hit the ground, Zhao Zheng had already stabbed out the second sword, this time straight to his throat. Shocked, he pulled back the stick and parried.

The stick is a heavy weapon, and the sword is a light weapon, and if the two collide, it must be the sword that suffers. It stands to reason that he should find a way to dodge at this time, but Zhao Zheng relied on his internal strength to be higher than that of martial artists in the same realm, so he didn't dodge, and shook him hard.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew, and the sword of life was flicked open, and there was an extra dent in the screw stick of the mourning door.

Zhao Zheng was shocked to the point that his wrist hurt, and the guard was not much better, he was shocked to take two steps back, the door was wide open, and he was covered with flaws. How could Zhao Zheng let go of this opportunity, he swam forward and stabbed with a sword, aiming at the guard's heart, but the guard dodged in danger, and finally only stabbed him in the armpit.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, making the stick guard whine in pain, and handed the stick to one hand, creating a whirlwind that protected the vital points around him.

Zhao Zheng won a small victory and continued to swim in pursuit, using a white horse to pass through the gap, but the guards blindly took a defensive position and guarded tightly with sticks, which was difficult to break for a while.

The two were entangled together, delaying a lot of time, and after such a delay, the guard behind them also caught up.

"Don't be afraid, brother! I'm here to help! The words sounded, mixed with two special muffled sounds, and roared towards Zhao Zheng and the stick-wielding guard.

Zhao Zheng heard that something was wrong with the voice, and he felt a thrill in his heart, and hurriedly retreated. It's a pity that he is still a step slower, and when he retreats, he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his chest, and he doesn't know what hit him.

"It's over, it's over, I was hit by someone with a hidden weapon, I'm really afraid of something." Zhao Zheng secretly said that it was not good, covered his aching chest, flashed to the side, and glanced at the situation in his chest.

I saw that a big hole was exposed, all the clothes and fabrics were broken, and the fragrant jade bamboo armor inside also had the same fate, and pieces of bamboo fell off. Thanks to the fragrant jade bamboo armor for Zhao Zheng, he unloaded a lot of strength, otherwise he would have to hurt his internal organs this time.

I don't know what kind of hidden weapon the third guard used, judging from the situation where it was hit, it should be a round blunt hidden weapon such as iron gall and flying locust stone.

When the guard with the stick saw that the helper was coming, he rekindled his fighting spirit, and chased after him with the screw stick of the mourning door, shouting: "Bah! Kid Hugh away! ”

This voice reminded Zhao Zheng that he still had a special move to feint and escape, and it was appropriate to use it at this time.

"If you have the ability, come and chase me, see if you are fast or I am fast!" Zhao Zheng pretended to run away, ran forward, and deliberately covered his chest, which was fine, pretending to be seriously injured.

The second guard strode after him, whining and screaming, and raised the funeral screw above his head, with an internal force hidden on it. The third guard followed, firing his weapon as he ran. Zhao Zheng was right as he expected, the hidden weapon used by this person was the more common flying locust stone on the rivers and lakes.

Zhao Zheng was running, only to feel the wind whirring in his ears, and there was a muffled sound, and he didn't have to guess to know that it was a hidden weapon flying over. He didn't want to be hit again, so he immediately moved to the left as soon as he heard the sound of a hidden weapon in his right ear. He deliberately ran away, his footsteps were not fast, he deliberately led the stick guard to approach, and silently calculated the distance through the voice behind him.

This kind of feint move is easier said than done, and if the calculation is slightly wrong, or if the enemy sees through it, it will fall short.

Zhao Zheng listened to the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer, and his heartbeat suddenly rose to his throat.

"Whew!"

The footsteps were suddenly mixed with a muffled sound, and a strong wind rushed to Zhao Zheng's back, Zhao Zheng understood that this was a stick smashed, and it was the best opportunity to fight back. He raised his eyebrows, immediately turned around, and when he couldn't make a move, he dodged the stick, and at the same time stabbed the sword in his hand, making a move "one step and three turns".

A stick missed, but the sword didn't miss!

Zhao Zheng turned around and stabbed the face door of the stick guard with a sword, directly piercing his head, resulting in the person's life.

Seeing this, the third guard, who was not far away, screamed in fright, moved his hands frequently, and used the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box, and shot eight flying locust stones in a row.

Zhao Zheng drew his blood-stained sword, grabbed the body of the stick-wielding warrior with one hand, and used it to block the flying locust stones. Listening to a few muffled sounds, the flying locust stones all hit the corpse, and Zhao Zheng was unscathed.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining guards could only howl in the wind and run towards the location of their team.

Zhao Zheng dropped the corpse and chased after him, he killed two people in a row, and his body was murderous.

If Zihuan can't beat Wei Dali tonight, then tonight is his Zhao Zheng's death, before he dies, of course, he has to pull a few more cushions, so as not to be lonely and lonely on Huangquan Road!

The only remaining guard is the worst of the three, otherwise he can't be thrown to the rear, he only has a triple heaven cultivation, and when it comes to foot strength, which is Zhao Zheng's opponent, the distance between the two sides is gradually shortening. He was so frightened that his nose and sideburns were all sweating, and he looked back while running, and occasionally went to hit Zhao Zheng with flying locust stones, but none of them hit, and all of them were dodged by Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng chased a foot in front of him, feeling that the distance was close enough, he aimed the sword at the person in front of him, pressed the mechanism on the hilt of the sword, and slid his fingers over the blade. The cold light flashed and flew by, the sword body broke away from the hilt, and with an internal force, it stabbed firmly on the back of the third guard, piercing through the back, stabbing through the heart.

"Ahh The guard screamed and fell to the ground, because the stab was not critical, and he could not die for a while.

Zhao Zheng jumped forward and slammed his hand, stepped on the guard's body with one foot, and stabbed down with the military thorn extending from the hilt of his sword, which happened to be stabbed in the guard's neck.

The last of the guards also died and joined the first two companions.

Zhao Zheng pulled out the military thorn, and immediately blood gushed like a spring. He combined the blade with the hilt, wiped the blood off the deceased, and returned the sword to its sheath.

"Wei Yiyang! I've killed all three of your doglegs, so if you have any other capable men, send them all!" Zhao Zheng shouted loudly and made provocative remarks, in order to attract some more people over and weaken the enemy's strength as much as possible.

If the manpower around Wei Yiyang is reduced to a certain extent, Zhao Zheng will have an opportunity, maybe he can capture Wei Yiyang, capture the thief and the king, and force Wei Dali to leave. In this way, there is no need to wait for Zihuan to win, and Zhao Zheng can also take the initiative.

This voice made the brothers surnamed Wei very angry, it costs a lot of money to hire these three warriors, and after they die, they have to pay a lot of settlement expenses, and the loss is not small.

Wei Yiyang loves women and money, and he is so distressed that he can't wait to split Zhao Zheng's sword into pieces. But he was angry, but he didn't fall for Zhao Zheng, and then sent someone over. The number of martial artists on his side is limited, and there are only a dozen of them, and only one of the dozen or so people is a five-fold heavenly martial artist. Together, these warriors are a force to be reckoned with, but when they are dispersed, it is difficult to accomplish things. Just in case, it's better not to send someone over.

Wei Dali on the other side also had the same idea, and he shouted violently: "Little rabbit cub, don't be rampant, don't be complacent!" When I'm done cleaning up this little girl and freeing my hands, I'll go over and clean you up! She's a woman, it's still useful to keep it, and I won't hurt her. But you're different, when I catch you, I must tear you apart, so that your life is worse than death! (To be continued......)