It's rare to meet a decent opponent, and Wang Ping is not in a hurry to think of a way to break the game, but just blindly uses what he has learned to fight with this strengthened version of Xiang Yu. The long sword in the hand of the pen and the fun pavilion www.biquge.info is either regular, or weird and tricky, sometimes it opens and closes horizontally and vertically, and sometimes it is as fast as lightning and stabs obliquely, it seems to be completely disorganized, and it seems to be a ghostly workmanship, more like a ghost than the hideous and terrifying Xiang Yu, and more like a fairy than the horns of the fairy wind bone. It really makes people feel relaxed and happy, and it is the people around them who are relaxed, but it is the opposite side that is open.

It's just that although he was surprised by Wang Ping's martial arts, but he was only surprised, Zhang Jiao was not too worried, just sneered and watched Wang Ping spin around Xiang Yu's body.

And here, Wang Ping circled around Xiang Yu for a few circles, and finally stopped, exhaled happily as much as he had learned, and raised his eyes to look at the nine-foot man. As expected, the other party was completely fine, and the wounds around his body that were stabbed by him were healing with the naked eye. The other party was not only fine, but roared energetically, and rushed towards him more fiercely.

Wang Ping had enough of the addiction of martial arts masters, and began to think about ways to break the enemy in his heart, and his eyes glanced at the city wall and the situation in the city from time to time, wanting to determine if there was anything to adjust in his plan. made a headache expression on his face to show that he couldn't do anything about this ghost version of Xiang Yu.

And here Zhang Jiao saw this, the sneer on his face was even stronger, his heart was extremely happy, and his mouth began to nag, as if he was making up for his calm demeanor as a villain boss. "Hmph~! Boy who doesn't think you can be invincible in the world after learning a few martial arts? Originally, I saw that your bones were full of light, and I thought that you were quite profound, but I didn't expect that it was a rat who focused on martial arts, so today I will let you have a good look at the profundity of Taoism! ”

Here, Wang Ping observed the situation in the city for a while, and finally saw some clues, and his heart was relaxed. At this time, he heard Zhang Jiao's unwilling words and looked back at him, and then with an arrogant smile on his face, he turned sideways to avoid Xiang Yu's halberd slashing at him. Then he stepped forward with strange footwork, bypassed Xiang Yu in three or two strokes, and pounced towards Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao was startled when he saw this, his feet retreated sharply, and the peachwood sword in his hand was also waved again and again, accompanied by the yellow rune paper that suddenly shook out in his left hand, and suddenly summoned several more people.

But here, Wang Ping completely ignored these people, and his steps flickered left and right, crossed their encirclement, and pounced towards Zhang Jiao again.

Zhang Jiao's face was even more ugly, with strange steps under his feet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the strange thing was that all the blood was sprayed on the peach wood sword without the slightest waste. Then he saw that there were words in his mouth, and before Wang Ping's long sword stabbed him, an edict was shouted, and the figure disappeared from the city wall.

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, speechless looking at the yellow rune paper falling on the ground, and the three views were a little shocked. Turning around to block the halberd that was stabbing behind him, his eyes began to look around, and it didn't take long to see the figure in the apricot yellow robe on the streets of the city. The other party's situation also seemed to be a little worse, looking at this side with a pale face, obviously the spell just now was a little too expensive for him.

Here, Wang Ping pondered carefully while dealing with the few people besieging him around him. It's just that perhaps he was angered by his behavior just now, and the movement of the horns here did not stop, and after a while, a group of strange-looking people were pulled out again, and they all had wounds of large or small without exception, and their faces were not as pale as living people.

And with the addition of this group of people, Wang Ping's response has also become difficult, especially the two swordsmen, a man and a woman, have brought him two small wounds, the two swordsmanship is weird and fast, always erupting in an incredible position, instantly breaking through the limit of the human body and stabbing at Wang Ping, which caught him a little off guard in a hurry, and was stabbed by the two of them, which made his face even more difficult to see.

"'The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.' 'The Han soldiers have skimmed, and the Quartet is singing. The king is exhausted, and the concubine is not alive! You know both of these poems, right? Then you should also get to know these two people well, Jing Ke, who is known as the first assassin, and Yu Ji, who killed himself because of the overlord, including the others, these are all well-known swordsman assassins in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and it is your blessing that you can die at the hands of this group of people. Zhang Jiao's voice floated over from afar, with a cold killing intent.

Here, Wang Ping was a little sloppy to block the attack of this group of people, his brows furrowed a little, and he glanced at Zhou Yu and the others who had already gained a firm foothold and continued to meet the soldiers coming up, and then made up his mind to break away from the encirclement and rush towards the corner of the city.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiao retreated again, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. Of course, these were well hidden by him and were not shown in front of Wang Ping.

Wang Ping chased straight after Zhang Jiao with his head bored, and soon came behind him, and the long sword in his hand stabbed the back of the opponent's heart without any hesitation. As a result, it was pierced again, and all that remained on the sword was an apricot-colored robe.

"Hahahaha! Boy, wait a minute! There was a loud laugh from the roof in the distance, who else could it be if it wasn't Zhang Jiao?

Here, Wang Ping looked at the apricot yellow robe full of runes on the sword and frowned, put it away casually, looked up at Zhang Jiao in the distance, and turned a blind eye to the yellow turban wrestlers that suddenly poured out around him.

"Hmph~! Little thief, your qi cultivation skills are not bad. Zhang Jiao, who didn't see Wang Ping's panicked expression, snorted coldly and said.

Here, Wang Ping looked at the surrounding situation, turned his head and shouted to the generals on the city wall: "All the soldiers listen to the order, slowly retreat, and the general is in charge of the rear of the palace." ”

"Hmph~! Can you go? The middle-aged general of the Yellow Turban Army on the city wall over there shouted, and then with a wave of his hand, a large number of Yellow Turban wrestlers poured out of the city gate and killed the outside of the city wall, intending to destroy all the siege equipment.

And the generals under the command of Wang Ping, who were lagging behind in the city, were themselves invincible to the Yellow Turban Warriors at this time, and they fled back to their own formation, and finally only left the city wall, Zhou Yu and his party were only a team of more than 1,000 people. Seeing this, the middle-aged general was not disappointed, and withdrew all his troops and began to deal with the more than 1,000 troops on the city wall.

Seeing this, Wang Ping's face finally became ugly, raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Jiao, and then ordered Zhou Yu and the others: "Make peace with Ben General!" As he spoke, he also began to break backwards, and a large number of yellow turban wrestlers were pierced through his throat and died before he could react.

"Want to go? It's not that easy! Zhang Jiao snorted coldly, and then waved the peachwood sword in his hand, and the yellow turban wrestlers ran with his command, constantly changing and changing, and with the strange and sudden weather conditions, Wang Ping's vision was instantly replaced.

At this time, from Wang Ping's point of view, he could only see that he was surrounded by thousands of troops and horses, Zhou Yu and others, Zhang Jiao, and even Guangzong City all disappeared in an instant, and the only thing left was the boundless enemy army and the deafening killing shouts.