Yan then had a deep hatred of the sea of blood, and finally worshiped the Master, learned a set of seven treasure knife techniques, and soon after going down the mountain, he met the enemy in the countryside, which was really full of blood and brains, and his eyes were red, and he immediately shouted violently, and the long knife was raised, and he went to the top door of the thief!

This move seems ordinary, but in fact, it contains as many as twenty-one changes, and the sword is in full swing, and it has blocked all the opponent's escape paths. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Although Huo Junyu is a strong man in the mysterious period, he is almost one step away from entering the realm of selflessness, after all, he asks the realm of the Dao realm or a mortal martial artist, and he can't reach the transcendent realm of "the body is the sword, and the sword is the body", as long as he attacks first and prevents him from drawing the sword, he has every chance to fight him down, and he will avenge his parents!

And even if the other party can pull out the sword, his hard-practiced Seven Treasure Sword Technique still can't fight against his "Ignorant Electric Sword", as long as he is attacking, he can always support a cup of tea. The strong reinforcement of the division is behind him, and when the time comes, he will not be afraid of him drifting away, and it will be difficult to find him again.

I was able to bump into it by chance, this is really the blessing of my parents' spirit in the sky, God opened his eyes to destroy this evil spirit!

Yan Sui's thoughts turned quickly, and the long knife in his hand was like thunder and lightning, seeing that the sword wind had already hit the opponent's top door, and the thief might have been unexpected, his eyes showed a blank look, and he didn't think to draw his sword to resist at all. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, but suddenly the corner of his eye saw the other party's hem swing slightly, and then he had a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and he couldn't help but fly backwards, and then swirl in the air, and fell face down to the ground.

What's going on? That guy is famous for his swordsmanship, I haven't heard that he has also practiced fists and feet......

Before he struggled to get up, his right hand holding the knife was trampled on, and then a sharp blade was placed across his shoulder—

Zhang Lu finally saw someone, and was about to inquire about the situation, but who expected that guy to go crazy, brandishing a four-foot long knife and rushing straight over. Although the supernatural powers are not there, Zhang Lu has achieved immortal cultivation in that strange pocket world after all, this level is suppressed, and his intelligence will not decline, and countless thoughts have turned in his mind in an instant-

First of all, the intelligent creatures in this world do look similar to the earthlings, at least this one looks like this. If you want to rest on the earth, this person must be considered a mixture of Turkic and Mongolian races, with slightly curly black hair, distinctive facial features, dark brown pupils, and a tall person, who must be 1.8 meters tall......

Second, the fact that this man was able to understand himself was theoretically impossible. But if you think about it carefully, after you become an immortal, you can rely on your mind to replace language for communication, maybe this quality is still reserved? Or maybe the Sanwu monk helped him install a "Babel fish" - interstellar hitchhikers know that that thing lives by receiving the energy of brain waves, and can translate any form of language in the universe when stuffed in the ear.

Thirdly, the fact that this person is dressed similarly to his current clothes proves that this is a world similar to that of China from the Tang to the Ming Dynasty...... Maybe it's just a part of the world. In such a world, it will be more convenient to disguise the aborigines or communicate with people, as long as you are cautious enough, there should be no demon moths.

Countless thoughts passed through my mind in an instant, and then I saw that the long knife was already approaching my top door with a strong wind—if I let it advance another half inch, my turban would be destroyed. So Zhang Lu raised his legs, and honestly and unceremoniously kicked him in the chest-

Small, just what you can do, not to mention that I am now leveled, even when I fought against Xu Huang in the mortal world that day, it is impossible to be easily defeated by you.

With a kick, he kicked the man straight out more than two feet away, and fell to the ground in a whirlwind. Zhang Lu immediately twisted his waist and stepped forward, chased after him, stepped on the opponent's right hand holding the knife, and at the same time bent down, the long sword was unsheathed, and it was next to the person's neck.

"Thief ......" said that he knew that he couldn't help it, and was about to scold, but was interrupted by the other party: "First of all, you recognized the wrong person, I don't call Huo Junyu, and I haven't hurt your parents......;

Speaking of this, Zhang Lu also felt a little inconsistent, and hurriedly made up for it: "Well, although I have amnesia, I still remember my name, my surname is Zhang, not Huo - let me ask you, you have to answer honestly: When is it now, where is this?"

It was really a turn of God, and I thought that I would be stupid on the spot when I said that I would die--I really recognized the wrong person? Can I even admit the great hatred of life and death? No......

Zhang Lu leaned the blade of his sword towards the other party's neck: "Brother, you have thought about it, you have a deep hatred, if you die in the hands of the enemy, it will be just that, but you haven't even seen the face of the enemy, just because you don't listen to me, let me cut it down, how bad is this? Besides, I'm just asking you a few very ordinary questions-tell me, when and where?"

"Yes, it's October 28......"

"What about the vintage?"

"In the second year of the political dynasty. ”

Oh, there is an era name, no need to ask, it must be an imperial society, but it also matches their dress and technical level...... But it's not a guarantee, maybe this fool lying on the ground is poor and can't get a gun, or maybe there is a "gun ban", and you can't confirm that it is the era of cold weapons just by seeing a knife - "It's Emperor He...... Sky...... Which monarch reigned?"

"The son of heaven elected by Ezhou ascended the throne last year......"

Zhang Lu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and then glanced to the side - he sensed that someone was coming.

Before anyone saw it, he heard it first: "Huo Junyu, let go of my senior brother, this time let you retreat with your whole body! If you dare to act rashly, even if you chase and kill to the ends of the earth, Lian Jin will take your head!"

Under the sword, the man screamed like a pig: "Senior Brother Lian~~"

Zhang Lu turned his head to look, only to see a person running quickly not far away, standing two feet away from him. The man was a thoroughly East Asian face, about the same height as himself, dressed in a short fight, and carrying a sharp blade - as if he had been kicked down by himself, both were four-foot-long knives, about a palm wide.

Zhang Lu shook his wrist and patted the cheek of the man on the ground with the blade of his sword: "Tell him that you recognized the wrong person." The man seemed to be still confused, and hesitated to speak. Zhang Lu had no choice but to raise his voice and say: "People are similar, I really am not Huo Junyu." The younger brother did not say a word, and then he was forced to knock him down - don't worry, I didn't hurt him. "In the martial arts world, above the rivers and lakes, it's not a big deal to kick in the chest.

That Lian Jin couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, so he immediately looked at Yan Sui on the ground: "Senior brother, is this really the case?"

He stammered, "I...... I don't know, it does look too similar......"

Zhang Lu showed a kind smile towards Lian Jin: "Look, if I really have the surname Huo, I would have cut Senior Brother Ling with a sword, and I will wait for you to arrive?" Lian Jin sneered: "Maybe it's to force Senior Brother Yan to hand over the family heirloom ......" Fortunately, he shut up in time and didn't say the last term.

Zhang Luxin said that no matter what the term is used in the end, I will definitely not understand you when you say it-"What do you want to do, you stupid brothers are willing to believe it?"

Lian Jin groaned slightly, and then had an idea: "You let go of Senior Brother Yan and take me three times." If it weren't for the traitor surnamed Huo, the swordsmanship would have been different. ”

Zhang Lu couldn't help but hesitate for a moment - he didn't know anything about the martial arts or cultivation system of this world, if he was still an immortal, just these guys walking on the ground, they would be wiped out with a wave of his hand, and now he can't keep it all, and he can't put himself in the right position for the time being. But after thinking about it again, this guy on the ground has extremely average skills, and it is estimated that he is a little stronger than Yan Baihu, and he can kick him down with one kick, so how powerful can his senior brother be?

So he nodded, let go of his words, and stood up. Yan then struggled to get up, and flashed behind Lian Jin in a few steps, and the two brothers talked in a low voice, and then Lian Jin waved his left hand, which means: Senior brother, you should step back.

Seeing Lian Jin take two steps forward, he stood still one zhang away from Zhang Lu, and then slowly raised the long knife in his hand: "Dongxiao Sect Lian Jin, I ask for advice." ”

Zhang Luxin said that the name of this faction is really vulgar - nodding, and the horizontal sword is on his chest: "Under Zhang Lu, you are polite." ”

Lian Jin's face was solemn, the long knife slowly slanted to the outside of the right, and then the right arm suddenly relaxed, the head of the knife drooped, and at the same time, the waist was twisted to the left, and the right leg stepped forward, and the long knife was picked up from the lower right, slashing towards Zhang Lu's left front like a wind. This lone figure is very large, and at first glance it looks flawed, but it is covered by the speed of swinging the knife. It was impossible for Zhang Lu to repeat the old trick, and then he kicked him in the chest—it was simply putting his leg on the opponent's blade—so he had to turn on one side and take half a step back, which could be avoided.

Lian Jin didn't wait for the knife to be old, his wrist flipped, and he came back from the left side. Seeing that there was an opportunity, Zhang Lu immediately slanted his right shoulder, swung his sword from the outside, and stabbed the opponent in the chest. He originally thought that this sword would be able to hit, but he was still thinking about when to stop - he didn't intend to hurt anyone, should he retreat with a finger from a distance, or wait until he was stained with the other party's clothes before taking it?

But before the sword was handed out, suddenly Lian Jin's eyebrows furrowed, his wrist flicked, and the long knife accelerated abruptly in a way that almost violated the laws of physics (of course, referring to the laws of physics on the earth), and twisted and turned in the air, turning into three afterimages one after another - "dang", Zhang Lu's five fingers shook violently, and the sword in his hand was actually swinged.

When he was stunned, the sword wind was close to the door, and in Zhang Lu's feelings, it was not like a knife, but like a fierce tiger, roaring in front of him, the power of the beast king, rolling up a hurricane, instantly blocking all his dodge paths! Zhang Lu was shocked on the spot, did he have an illusion attached to this knife? Or is it like what is written in some novels, "it can trigger the power of heaven and earth"? This is more than twice as strong as the previous kid, it is simply Qiu Qianren and Qiu Qianzhang...... No, it's the difference between Monkey King and Sha Wujing!

After all, he didn't really practice martial arts, so he only learned swordsmanship from Zhang Jian for a few days when he was a Lang official, and he relied on his flexible body to fight Xu Huang at the beginning, only slightly inferior - but how many years have passed!

If it can't be stopped, then there will only be flashing, and the roads on all sides have been blocked, so isn't there still anything on the ground? Zhang Lu reacted quickly, his body was short, and he turned upside down on the spot more than a zhang away, but when he raised his head again, he saw that the long knife was still shaking in front of his eyes. Fortunately, with such a flash, the sword in his hand also took advantage of the situation to retract it, and he hurriedly flipped his wrist, pierced out from under his ribs, and rushed towards the place where the sword wind came from. It's another "dang" sound, which can be opened.

Although Lian Jin failed to make two consecutive moves, his eyes were full of light, and he was very excited, and the long knife swirled and slashed towards Zhang Lu's neck. Zhang Lu didn't know that the knife could also be like a beetle snake, rolling through the clouds, so pretentious, he just rolled over, his knees were not able to stand up straight, he simply fell again, and the knife wind swept across his cheeks, frightening him to sweat coldly behind him.

But at this time, he had completely fallen to the ground, his potential energy was exhausted, it was difficult to continue to exert force, and the other party wanted to slash down with another sword, and there was no other way except to block it with a horizontal sword. However, the opponent's strength is very great, and the sword is narrow and brittle, if you really want to carry the knife head-on, you have to split it in two sections, if the knife is not weak, then you should split your chest next......

"Damn, it's not that I can't stay with this world for an hour, and I'm going to die on the spot!" A flick of his fingers was sixty moments, and in an instant, he cursed the three-no monk more than sixty times in his heart. But knowing that drinking to quench his thirst, he had no choice but to raise his sword - if he didn't cross the sword, he would die faster and more dignified......