Wan Chongshan suddenly laughed: "This time is also different from the last time, you have no helper today." ”

"Yes!" Zhang He replied calmly.

Lan Yan also smiled and said, "How does Elder Wan and I compare to you?" ”

"You're all talented!" Zhang He's face was expressionless.

The tall man said sharply: "I don't care what you say, I just need ideas today." ”

Zhang He no longer answered, but re-pulled out the "Sword of the Dynasty" that had turned into a soft sword, his movements were so slow, there was no sword drawn more slowly than this time.

However, when he raised his head, his gaze was no longer deep or worried, only resolute and decisive.

His whole person changed again, and he became rejuvenated.

This is like a sword, when I fought with Xue Zhongqing before, this sword was still in the sword box, so the battle relied on skill, and now the sword is out of the sheath and radiant, this is the real lethality, the real Zhang He.

Lan Yan was a little stunned, she didn't expect that a person could change so much in an instant.

Wan Chongshan is an old Jianghu in the end, and said in a deep voice: "Don't panic, everyone, this dog thief has to fight hard, he just fought with Miss Xue, and his vitality has been greatly injured, we don't have to be afraid of him." ”

This is indeed a fact, before Zhang He won the first-level "Nine Yin White Bone Claw", not only did his physique suffer a heavy blow, but his root bone also suffered a lot of losses.

Then something that everyone couldn't believe appeared, Zhang He suddenly swung his sword and slashed his thigh with a backhand.

The damage of this sword is not weak, and it actually cut itself out of a "―1034" damage value, the blood on the thigh is rushing, and the wound is deep and the bone is visible, which makes people frightened at a glance.

Everyone froze.

"What is he ......" the tall man didn't understand.

The little prodigy sneered: "He's crazy and wants to harm himself." ”

The fat man knew that Zhang He was not crazy, and he also knew what it meant for Zhang He to cut a sword by himself?

Because the pain on the ** can make people more cheered up, forge ahead, and can also make people's feelings more acute, the key is that after cutting a sword, there is no doubt that it will take the lead in momentum and hold a sense of nirvana.

So Zhang He's eyes are brighter now, and there seems to be a flame burning in them, is it a anger towards the past, and today it is going to be sprinkled on this group of people?

"You can go up together!" Zhang He's tone is not ordinarily big.

In the snow, the breath is big, others can only swallow their anger, but Zhang He's breath is big, and the tall man and the short man can't stand it.

The two roared, pounced side by side, and the ring knife turned into two pupils of light, this kind of knife light is not afraid of any hidden weapon.

This time the fat man was not idle any longer, and with a wave of his hands, his thick mace whistled out.

Everyone knows that the fat man's strength is not good now, and this mace is a little deterrent to ordinary players, but when it encounters a light pupil, it becomes as fragile as a burning stick.

With a "dang" sound, the mace was really knocked away by the light pupil, but at the same time as the knock, Zhang He finally moved, and he slid on the ground.

The sword was in front and the man was behind, as if he was ready to rush into the empty door under the pupil.

"Don't be stunned, let's go together!" Lan Yan shouted.

Who knew that as soon as Wanzhong Mountain moved, Zhang He, who was gliding, suddenly "flashed", and there was a sharp sound of "Zheng", and the whole person changed the line.

Zhang He is Zhang He, and it is "Meteor Outside the Sky".

Lan Yan's eyes flickered, and he only felt that a ghostly cold wind had swept across his cheeks.

When she turned around again, the soft sword had already pierced Wan Chongshan's throat, and Wan Chongshan's teeth rattled, although he had seen "Meteors Outside the Sky", but he had not experienced it personally.

Now he has personally experienced the power of this sword, and the price of this experience is the yellow wound crit of "―3047".

Zhang He said sharply: "I will not only be the first to kill you today, but also keep your head." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword momentum was raised, and with a sharp sound of "boom", Wanzhongshan's head rose to the sky, and blood gushed out like a fountain, and under the illumination of the starlight, the black blood rain looked extremely bloody and tragic.

When Zhang He fell, Lan Yan's long sword stabbed like a poisonous snake, and the soft sword turned into a louvered umbrella, the umbrella surface was opened, the umbrella shaft rotated, and the long sword stabbed the umbrella surface "Ding Ding Ding" wildly.

followed by two pupils of light rushed up, but unfortunately Zhang Heren was behind the umbrella, and at this moment his internal strength was really fully exerted, an umbrella actually withstood the fierce attack of three blades, and looking at the formation, it seemed that he could still have a little upper hand.

The little prodigy on the periphery finally made a move, and the hidden weapons on the left and the right spilled out, and he also showed all the strength of his hidden weapons, what flying needles, thistles, flying locust stones, copper money darts, etc., are really endless, these hidden weapons are not only poisonous, but also played out with the body of "rain all over the sky".

But he obviously underestimated this louver umbrella, this form of "Sword of Dynasty" is specially used to prevent hidden weapons, I saw Zhang He wielding the umbrella as if he used the most primitive and old-fashioned move-whirlwind slash, I saw him jumping left and right, dancing, the umbrella is one, all the hidden weapons are blocked by the umbrella, plus the umbrella surface rotates rapidly, these hidden weapons are flying irregularly, and many hidden weapons actually fight back, so that the three of Lan Yan instead swing their swords and retreat to resist.

The tall man was very clever, grabbed half of the corpse of Wanzhong Mountain, and spun it together with the short man's ring knife, and countless flying needles and copper coins hit the corpse.

The two of them are fine, but they have molded the bitter goods of Wanzhong Mountain, this time he was beheaded, and he was whipped again, and he exploded ten times, and it is not impossible to be abolished martial arts.

Suddenly, the louvered umbrella left Zhang He's hand and actually flew into the air, and the jagged thorns on the edge of the umbrella surface spun into a round sharp blade and floated towards Lan Yan.

Lan Yan had already taken precautions, and while swinging his sword to resist, he jumped to the side.

Who knew that this umbrella did not fly to her, but Zhang He turned the umbrella to the tall man and the two in the technique of "Feiyan Roundabout".

"Click-"

Half of Wanzhongshan's corpse was cut into two again, and all the internal organs were cut out.

"Uhhh

The stout man suddenly let out a miserable scream, because his arm was cut open by the edge of the louver umbrella, and the damage value of "―1413" appeared on his head, and he fell to the ground with serious injuries.

The tall man didn't have time to react, Zhang He's "Flying Rock Palm" palm wind came again, and he and Lan Yan had to retreat, because this palm wind was really strong, although it avoided the depth of the strength, but Yu Jin cut off the corners and bands of the two of them.

In this way, the louver umbrella returned to Zhang He, who rushed up.

The screams of the short man sounded in the grass again, and the tall man's eyes turned red: "Brother! ”

I saw that the fat man had picked up his mace at some point, and crawled quietly in the grass.

This trick is really wonderful, absolutely obscene.

Because he exerts his body technique or urges his internal strength, he must be perceived by these masters, and crawling like a worm is imperceptible.

In normal times, it would be no problem for a short man to eat ten sticks and eight sticks from a fat man, but at this moment, he can't take a single stick, but this stick hit his stomach impartially, and directly smashed him into a hornet's nest.

Red Injury Value: "―99!" ”

That's enough!

Enough is enough!

The short man stretched out his feet and died again.

"I'm a muddy horse!" The tall man was completely furious and swung his knife at the fat man.

He was fast, but Zhang He was faster, and he dreamed that Zhang He's trick to save the fat man was - the burden actually flew towards the open space next to the fat man.

This hand is the best of the best, even if the tall man is angry, but this bit of reason is still there, he changed the line and rushed towards the burden, because the corner of his eye found that Lan Yan was also swept towards the burden.

Zhang He's brilliance lies in his strain and IQ, even in a fierce fight, he can figure out the key point of the matter and use it reasonably to reverse.

In fact, throwing the burden this time doomed everything to the end, as soon as the tall man's hand grabbed the burden, he heard the sound of "Zheng", which was the unique sound of "Meteor Outside the Sky", but unfortunately he couldn't see it, but he could feel it.

For he felt a chill in his heart, as if he had been bitten by some mosquito on his back, and when he looked down again, he saw that the golden tip of the sword had come out of his chest, and the tip of the sword was dripping blood—his own blood.

His mouth was wide open, he couldn't spit out a word, and he paid the price for his greed—the price of his life.

Zhang He threw out the burden several times this night, but each time the burden did not seem to escape his control.

"Whew-"

Zhang He drew his sword, and the tall man fell.

Lan Yan's eyes were quick, and he took the burden and swept away, and the person was already ten meters away.

She calculated this account very clearly, she didn't do anything about Zhang He, if she talked about light skills, then she was stronger than Zhang He, and now no one can do anything about her.

So she turned around and smiled: "Thank you Brother Wu for your generous gift, little sister is grateful." ”

Zhang Hetijian stood still and didn't chase after him: "You're welcome, just take it." When he said this, Zhang He's tone was understated, as if she had snatched nothing more than an insignificant copper coin, and Zhang He's eyes kept looking behind her.

By the time Lan Yan found out that something was wrong, it was too late, and he saw the little prodigy squatting in the grass, holding a short and delicate black bamboo tube in his mouth, and a faint black smoke erupted from the bamboo tube, enveloping the entire grass.

There is a sound from the hidden weapon, but not the poisonous smoke; The flying needle has a glow, but the black smoke is not in the night; These two things combined, there are only a few people who don't get hit, and Lan Yan never thought that the poisonous smoke of the little prodigy was coming at her, when she turned around again, she only felt dizzy, her whole body was relaxed, and her steps were actually a little unsteady, which was obviously the poison of the root bone and internal force.

At this moment, she couldn't suppress it anymore, and did not hesitate to use all her strength to turn around and sweep away with a sword, this sword was stabbed out with a sword, even though the little prodigy could react, but still couldn't avoid it, Huashan swordsmanship and light skills are well-known, with him a side player if he has no martial arts skills, there is no way to avoid it.

(To be continued)