The shops on both sides of the long street in the middle of the night have long been closed, and the sound of watchmen banging on the bangs can be heard from time to time in the distance, which is particularly clear in this midsummer night. Looking at a middle-aged man with a long sword in the distance slowly walking towards him, Zhao Xing1 - came out with an extremely dignified god.

The few assassins he killed just now were just horns like miscellaneous fish in Zhao Xing's eyes. But now the middle-aged man who walked across the long street exuded a cold murderous aura from top to bottom, which made Zhao Xing feel extremely dangerous. For Zhao Xing, who learned the overlord gun, using a sword is not his strong point, and for Zhao Xing, who was born in special forces, using a sword is not his strong point. The only thing Zhao Xing could rely on was the dagger in his hand and hand-to-hand grappling skills.

The middle-aged swordsman walked to the distance from Zhao Xing, stood still, then clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "Everyone says that Zhao Xing is as strong as a tiger, and today please give the general advice!"

"I don't dare to teach him, Zhao Xing is just a young man in the village of Shangdang, and he was fortunate to be intercepted and killed by two groups of people overnight, and he really refused to leave me a little way to live!" Zhao Xing's long sword pointed directly at the middle-aged swordsman, and he said angrily.

"Don't talk nonsense!!" the middle-aged swordsman said before he could do it.

"Wait!" Zhao Xing shouted. "But in Luoyang City, the Yuan clan assigned you to come and kill me?"

"Why should the general say more!, after going down to the Huangquan Underground Mansion, you can ask the King of Hades!" The middle-aged swordsman sneered and replied contemptuously.

"Okay, since you don't dare to say it clearly, then wait until I take you down, pry open your iron mouth and steel teeth, and see who you are instructed by!" Without saying a word, Zhao Xing rushed forward and took the initiative to attack.

"Zheng!" the two long swords collided fiercely, and a long string of fire burst out, which was particularly eye-catching in the middle of the night.

"Dingding, Dingding......" In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xing had already made ten moves, but none of them worked. The opponent's swordsmanship is very skillful, and the defense is not leaky, once Zhao Xing's offensive stops, the opponent's counterattack will come in an instant.

Zhao Xing's heart tightened, and the offensive in his hand had reached the end of the crossbow, but the opponent still had a leisurely expression, clearly playing a game of cat and mouse with himself.

"General Zhao, you have been taught your swordsmanship, but Er'er, let's look at my swordsmanship next!" After the middle-aged swordsman finished speaking, his momentum suddenly soared, and only the afterimage of Bai S- was left when a sword waved. After a few moves......, Zhao Xing, who was overwhelmed, was already scarred, his left shoulder and right shoulder were cut through by the opponent's long sword, piercing the middle muscle, blood oozed, and half of his body was stained red.

Although Zhao Xing was hit by two swords, he did not hurt the vital point, and he could still hold on for a while. But if no one comes to the rescue, and it continues like this, the outcome of defeat cannot be changed. Zhao Xing regretted in his heart, he really shouldn't have joined in the fun, he had to go to Zhang Jian's mansion to see what beautiful NV, and he also thought that the trip to Luoyang was too simple, even if he brought either Zhang Liao or Zhao Yun, it would not end up on the street where he is now.

I can't beat it, and I can't escape, so it's only desperate! Anyway, this life is considered to be an extra place, and it's a big deal to hang up again! Zhao Xing comforted himself in his heart, puffed up his spirit, and used the same fate, fighting for his life, and the dagger in his left hand shuttled back and forth like a ghost, which made the middle-aged swordsman feel jealous and slowed down the degree of attack.

The middle-aged swordsman's attack has indeed slowed down, but it does not mean that the danger is eliminated. At this time, the middle-aged swordsman's moves became more and more bizarre and ruthless, and his moves were all aimed at Zhao Xing's life and vital points. As long as Zhao Xing is not careful, then the next moment will kill the opponent's sword. Zhao Xing had no other way but to work hard, and count a moment of time as a moment.

Just when Zhao Xing was slightly distracted, the middle-aged swordsman handed over his long sword and went straight to Zhao Xing's heart, looking like he was about to pierce Zhao Xing's samurai coat. At this moment, a mutation protruded, a flying knife broke through the air, and with a "ding" sound, it hit the path of the long sword, and Zhao Xing was able to avoid this fatal blow. "Bold fanatic, look at the sword!" As he spoke, a figure flew out of the night and headed straight for the middle-aged swordsman.

In Zhao Xing's eyes, the middle-aged swordsman who intercepted and killed himself was already wonderful, but there was a certain gap compared with the man in Xuanyi who suddenly appeared. I saw that the long sword of the man in Xuanyi was light and elegant, swaying freely, as natural as flowing water, just a few ups and downs, and it was difficult for the opponent to parry. The killer saw that the Xuanyi man's martial arts were superior to his own, so he had the heart to leave, only to see him take out a few black S-round balls from the placket of Xiong's front coat and throw them at the feet of the Xuanyi man.

"Poof, boom" A cloud of white s-smoke rose in response, only to smoke the mouth and nose, shortness of breath, and tears, and when the smoke cleared, the killer was gone.

Zhao Xing, who was leaning against the wall and gasping, saw the moment the smoke rose, he quickly covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, but he was not hurt much. The black-clothed man's alertness was even higher, and as soon as he saw the white light shining, he jumped out of the air more than a foot away, avoiding the smoke.

"General Zhao is frightened!" The man in the dark clothes saw that the killer had fled away, so he stepped forward to salute Zhao Xing.

"Thank you for your help, otherwise my life will be dead tonight!" Zhao Xing politely replied. "I don't know if the knight can tell the honorable name, so that Zhao Xing can repay the grace of saving his life in the future!"

General Zhao said seriously. I am the owner of the Yanshan Martial Arts Pavilion, and the more the king of Liaodong is!" The man in Xuanyi said politely.

"Damn, it won't be Wang Yue, the first swordsman of the Eastern Han Dynasty, right?" Zhao Xing put a question mark in his heart, and said enthusiastically: "I have admired the name of Wang Xia Shi for a long time, and I am honored to see you today!"

Wang Yue was very happy when he heard Zhao Xing praise himself like this, and quickly took out the golden sore y-o that he carried with him and handed it over. "This is my own gold sore Y-O powder, which specializes in treating the injuries of swordsmen, and I also ask General Zhao to stop the bleeding and treat it quickly!"

Supported by Wang Yue, Zhao Xing sat in the carriage that had no walls, tore off his coat, and slowly sprinkled the gold sore y-o powder on the wound. By the moonlight, Zhao Xing saw that this y-o powder was as fine as a face, slightly hot when it entered r-u, it was not stinging, and the hemostatic effect was wonderful, and he couldn't help but think of something that was commonly used in his previous life, that is, Yunnan white y-o! Zhao Xing moved his mind, and talked with Wang Yue while treating the injury.

Xing once heard that when Wang Daxia was eighteen years old, he once went to Helan Mountain alone and retrieved the head of the Qiang people, and his name shook the north. At the age of thirty, he is alone in the world, and it is rare to meet an opponent, which is really heroic!"

"General Zhao Miao praised! Even if my martial arts are unparalleled in the world, in this Luoyang City, I am still just an inferior person in the eyes of the Hao M-N lord. Even if I am now the prince's martial arts master, I still can't be reused as today's son!" Wang Yue sighed helplessly, and poured out the depression in his heart to Zhao Xing.

After confirming that the man in Xuanyi on the opposite side was Wang Yue, a famous swordsman in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhao Xing had no heart to solicit. Because he knew that Wang Yue's heart for fame and fortune was extremely strong, and he only wanted to be born in Luoyang ho;n and change his civilian identity, and he could not be recruited with his current status and power. Zhao Xing thought that since he couldn't solicit it, he would have a good knot to lay an emotional foundation for future use.

"I heard that Wang Daxia opened a Yanshan Martial Arts Hall in Luoyang City, and Y-sent the children of Zhuang Nei to come to learn art, I don't know if it is possible?" Zhao Xing adopted the strategy of saving the country with a curve, and prepared to send the students of the Crouching Tiger Youth Class to Luoyang City in batches for training, and the foothold was selected in Wang Yue's Yanshan Martial Arts Hall.

"General Zhao is already in the third rank at a young age, why don't you personally train his subordinates and find a good background for them?" Wang Yue asked with some surprise. Wang Yue meant that the disciples taught by his martial arts hall were only martial artists who danced swords and guns, and could only give people care for their families or be raised to become family dead, which was far inferior to General Zhao, who followed Genhong Miaozheng, to have a chance to get ahead.

"Wang Daxia is too modest, the ancients have clouds;'The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people', I hope that the children of Zhuangzhong will be like Wang Daxia in the future, and dare to go to the tiger x-e, take the level of Xianbei and Qiang Huling, and kill demons for the Han Dynasty!" Zhao Xing said with a solemn face.

This hat is worn at a high level! It not only praised Wang Yue for serving the country and the people, but also showed that Zhao Xing's purpose in cultivating swordsmen was not to rebel, but to cultivate talents for the country! After hearing this, Wang Yue was very useful, so he readily agreed.

"General Zhao, now that you are injured, let me escort you back to the mansion!" Wang Yue said eagerly. The young man in front of him is a character who is evaluated as Huo Bi Yao, and his future is limitless, and having a good relationship with him is also very beneficial to himself!

"Then there is King Lao!" Regarding Wang Yue's proposal, Zhao Xing of course couldn't ask for it. Even if Wang Yue didn't take the initiative to bring it up, Zhao Xing was ready to say it cheekily. Since Wang Yue took the initiative to say it, it also proves that the big hat he donated with his money is still very valuable, at least in the eyes of ordinary people, it is also a symbol of power and status.

While the two were still talking, they saw a group of men and horses in the distance with torches, rushing over with a roar, and sat on a horse for a black-faced man in his twenties, commanding and commanding, quite majestic. I saw him say loudly: "Surround this place, and the madman who stopped teaching and harming people's lives is gone!"