Sima Yujian has been fighting and grinding on the front line of life and death for many years, and the strength he can use is not only the strength of an inch in a short distance. As the people behind Sima Yujiao chased after Zhang Long and made enough room for him to perform, Sima Yuhuan's long arm holding a bamboo iron whip rose up on his back, straight like a black python hitting Zhang Hu's head.

Zhang Hu let out a big "drink", his strength soared, holding two solid wooden sticks that he had picked up, staggering upwards, vowing to block Sima Yuji's blow, but even if Zhang Hu had accurately blocked the weakest part of the iron whip, he couldn't stop the iron whip swung by Sima Yujia at all.

As the two solid broken sticks in Zhang Hu's hands burst and broke from the middle again, Sima Yujiao went straight to Zhang Hu's door with only one whip, beating Zhang Hu on the head, bleeding and bleeding, and he didn't look better than Xu Wei at all......

I have to say that Zhang Hu is also a person with a strong temperament, and he can barely stand after eating Sima Yuji's full force, but when he lowered his head and wanted to pick up two more broken wooden sticks on the ground, there were phantoms in front of him, looking at the broken sticks all over the ground, but he couldn't pick them up, and it didn't take long for his body to lean forward and fall stiffly to the ground.

"How did this tiger become so vulnerable?" Wu Banjin felt bad as soon as he said it, and quickly covered his mouth and glanced at Xu Wei.

Xu Wei had already stopped the bleeding, he looked at the battle situation and said calmly: "Draw a big circle according to the length of Sima Yujiao's arm and the iron whip, and no one in that big circle can beat Sima Yujiao." ”

"That Zhang Hu likes to hit hard so much, now it's good, it's hard to hit a hard stubble." Wu Banjin said "hehe".

Sima Yujiao waved his iron whip and commanded his subordinates, and the remaining few white-clothed warriors with sticks also gradually fell behind under the siege of the Golden Snake Guard.

It is also said that this group of stick-wielding warriors is unlucky, although they have specially trained how to make long sticks cooperate in relatively small places, but long sticks are long sticks after all, and as the golden snake guards who are not afraid of death desperately squeeze towards the white-clothed warriors, the effectiveness of the long sticks becomes more and more limited.

In addition, with Sima Yujian sweeping the formation beside him, after a few moments, all the tall white-clothed warriors were unloaded and rushed to a corner of the Ten Thousand Gold Treasury, that is, the Golden Snake Guard did not make a dead hand, otherwise these eleven vulgar warriors are afraid that they will return to their old jobs today and give themselves a surplus.

The cabinets displaying the treasures in the Ten Thousand Gold Treasury were almost all overturned, and the broken porcelain, jade, and trampled on the strange things were scattered all over the ground.

For those display treasures that were broken and trampled, if Yuwen Chenglong and Gao Zhen were unwilling to accompany each other, then Wang Liu would definitely have to swallow the bitter fruit by himself, because even if he went to the state capital to report to the official, the middle stab historian of the state capital was probably Hehe and the mud, and he did things hastily.

Seeing that he had lost so many treasures in less than an hour, Wang Liu, who was hiding behind the counter, secretly decided that he must take the "Sanskrit Samadhi Sutra" to Gao Zhen's Golden Jubilee Building for auction, only in this way can he recover his losses.

Zhang Long didn't care about his younger brother Zhang Hu and his employer Gao Zhen at the moment, and his plain white figure rushed into the inner hall of the Ten Thousand Gold Warehouse, and there were still a few apprentices hiding inside, and when he saw Zhang Long and the golden snake guards following behind him, they were so frightened that they scattered and fled from the inner library and the back door.

Seeing that more than a dozen golden snake guards were in hot pursuit, Zhang Long suddenly turned around, and the iron ruler in his left hand shot out like a dart, knocking down the person who rushed to the front.

The remaining few Golden Snake Guards did not dare to relax, and hurriedly drew their swords to meet the enemy.

Zhang Long was different from his brother, "Fire Liao Tai Sui" was by no means in vain, he had swept in front of the golden snake guard who had been knocked down before, picked up his iron ruler, and threw it in the face of the other person from the bottom up. The other two golden snake guards beside Zhang Long slashed from both directions without dragging their hands with knives.

As a result, Zhang Long turned around in a volley like a juggling, not only dodged the two knives cleanly, but also turned the iron ruler hidden in his right wrist in another direction.

Zhang Long poked the golden snake guard on the left side several times with an iron ruler while he landed, and the ingenious yin strength drilled into the body, even the golden snake guard wearing protective soft armor couldn't bear it, and directly vomited blood and fell backwards.

Immediately afterwards, two people filled up the vacant seat and slashed with knives, intending not to let Zhang Long have a chance to breathe.

It's just that the two of them just saw Zhang Long bowed in front of him, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when the companion on the side exclaimed and reminded, an iron ruler had stabbed obliquely out of the dead corner of the unlucky golden snake guard, reaching his side throat.

Even if Zhang Long's strength was not as strong as his brother's, a blow from his iron ruler to the soft part of the neck was enough to kill people on the spot.

In the inner hall of the quality warehouse, the attention of the other Golden Snake Guards had just been distracted by their comrades who were holding their necks and struggling in pain, and it was too late to find Zhang Long.

"On the ground!" Someone shouted, but before the other golden snake guard could look down, he was stabbed in the soft places on both sides of his knees by Zhang Long with two iron rulers that he was carrying upside down, and the former fell to the ground defenselessly, clutching his knees and wailing.

Zhang Long, who burst out of his body in an instant, grabbed the iron ruler in his hand, and his fingers seemed to be firmly embedded in the top of the handle of the iron ruler and the three ridges of the iron ruler, one long and two short, and poked the chest of the golden snake guards on both sides with two rulers with the strength of the violent force, which was equivalent to breaking through the armor, forcing the two golden snake guards to fall back to one side and cough nonstop.

Which of these Golden Snake Guards under Sima Yujia has not undergone rigorous training? It's just that their experience in killing the enemy and their tactics in the face of people in the rivers and lakes are insufficient, their sharp blades have been slashed against Zhang Long's ears several times, and Zhang Long's body has not been cut, but the depth of the knife wound is far from forcing it to stop.

Zhang Longxue's breathing method was almost exactly the same as his brother's, both from Shanhemen, the first local sect in Shendu City, but even their master didn't understand why the two brothers' kung fu practices showed two completely different styles.

Perhaps it can only be said that whether it is the method of breathing, or the stereotyped moves, the number of paths is not the root that affects martial arts, and the level of kung fu is accumulated in one's own diligent practice, hard study and life experience.

Zhang Long, who uses his breath to resist the power of qi, his speed and strange body are completely incomprehensible, and the two iron rulers are ever-changing around his wrists, sometimes grasping the bottom of the three edges of the iron ruler with his fingers, sometimes holding the handle of the iron ruler, and sometimes turning upside down.

Zhang Long's iron ruler changed, and he poked multiple blood holes into the meridian acupoints on the thigh of a golden snake guard with his short body, directly poking away the perception of his thigh; Zhang Long's iron ruler changed again, the bow dodged and connected, and with a flick of his wrist, he caught the two knives cut by the short edge of the iron ruler, and with a flick of his skill, he actually folded the wrists of the two hard-boned golden snake guards and removed the knives to one side; Zhang Long's iron ruler changed again, grabbed the bottom of the three edges of the iron ruler with his forehand, and stabbed the temple of the person in front of him, making the golden snake Wei suddenly feel that the sky was dark and he couldn't see.

The two golden snake guards who fell to the ground wanted to get up and raise their knives to fight again, but Zhang Long carried two iron rulers upside down and slammed them into the joints of their arms, and the sound of "click" dislocation was simply pleasant to Zhang Long.

In order to make a quick decision, Zhang Long had suppressed his high-pitched and bloodthirsty nature when he picked up the iron ruler, and did not do too much abuse to the Golden Snake Guard......

The outer hall of the Wanjin Warehouse has been almost cleaned up, although Yuwen Chenglong is more than twenty years younger than Gao Zhen, he has no respect or politeness for the middle-aged man in front of him, who has passed the age of confusion, and knocked Gao Zhen, who is about the same size as himself, to the ground with one punch.

Gao Zhen, who ate the young man's full punch, held the ground with his hands, he looked at the guards under his command who were knocked aside, and his heart was already angry, but his face was still full of compassion.

Gao Zhen let Yuwen Chenglong vigorously pull away his fine white round-necked robe, took away the "Sanskrit Samadhi Sutra" that he hid in his chest, and said with words in his mouth, "Yuwen Gongzi is a little unruly to do this, businessmen still have to compare financial, material and cerebral means, you beat me into an old man who has passed the age of confusion like this and rob my things, one is not in line with the law, the other is not moral, and more importantly, you don't respect the idea of the seller Wang Liu......"

"Shut up, didn't you get beaten by your people to look like a bear now?" Yuwen Chenglong didn't care about the preciousness of the scriptures when he got the "Sanskrit Samadhi Sutra", and hit Gao Zhen twice on the head, "Go back and tell your master Gao Gong that the King of Jin respects his talent and character, so he has not touched him, so that he knows less against the King of Jin, otherwise when the King of Jin ascends to the throne, it will be the day when his whole family dies." ”

Seeing that the few golden snake guards who chased Zhang Long into the inner courtyard did not come out, one of them walked towards the inner hall of the quality warehouse with an iron whip, and when he walked about four to five steps, Sima Yujian shouted in his heart that it was not good.

Zhang Long, whose hair was so messy that it was almost scattered, was like a lock of white-clothed lonely souls who saw the opportunity to drill out from the side of the inner hall.

The passage connecting the Wanjin Warehouse from the outer hall to the inner hall was very narrow, and Sima Yujiao's iron whip could not be used with all his strength, and when he saw Zhang Long floating in front of him, he instantly made a judgment and hit Zhang Long in the face with the prismatic iron block at the bottom of the iron whip handle.

The moment Zhang Long saw Sima Yuji, he also expected that his first move would not be whipped at him with a bamboo iron, because he had already taken the lead, so the iron ruler hit the acupuncture point on the back of Sima Yuji's right hand like lightning.

Sima Yujiao only felt that the back of his hand was numb, and the handle of the iron whip that he raised his hand with his weak strength did not touch Zhang Long at all.

Seeing that Zhang Long was about to sweep out of the slight gap on his side, Sima Yuhuan dared to slack off, and endured the sour numbness to whip Zhang Long with all his strength from top to bottom.

Zhang Long conceited the prestige of the number one dart man in the god capital, and did not hesitate to turn back and rush out with all his might, Sima Yuhuan shook Zhang Long's long flowing hair with a thunderous whip, cutting through Zhang Long's plain white robe and tearing his back.

But Zhang Long was a step faster after all, with a flick of his wrist, he held the iron ruler with his forehand and stabbed at Yuwen Chenglong, it seemed that he either wanted to hurt Yuwen Chenglong or wanted to hold him hostage to rescue Gao Zhen.

Lu Min had already discovered that Sima Yujiao in the passage had made a move, and he had also seen through Zhang Long's intentions, and the exotic scimitar with the blade bent forward in an arc and the head of the knife slightly protruding came out from Lu Min's waist, not only as fast as a torrential rain, but also as soft and stunning as a shining blue delphinium.

If it was someone else, he would definitely be cut off by Lu Min's amazing knife, but Zhang Long, as the first dart man in the divine capital, was not in vain, and he also found that Lu Min was already staring at him, and at the moment when Lu Min started to swing the knife and couldn't stop immediately, the iron ruler he was carrying in his left hand came out of his hand and stabbed Lu Min in the right eye.

Zhang Long's flying ruler came quickly and accurately, Lu Min couldn't dodge and could only reluctantly slow down and swing his knife to block it, but this gave Zhang Long a great opportunity, and the iron ruler in his right hand broke through the wind and hit Yuwen Chenglong's neck.

Poor Yuwen Jackie Chan, a few days ago he was held hostage by Xu Wei and peed his pants, and today he is going to be held hostage by Zhang Long to save Gao Zhen and recapture the "Sanskrit Samadhi Sutra".

It's a pity that if Zhang Long had the intention of killing, he might really stab Yuwen Chenglong in the neck and kill him in the blink of an eye, but Zhang Long was hired by Gao Zhen to protect himself and win the scriptures, killing Yuwen Chenglong would only make it difficult for things to end, so he temporarily retracted his strength and planned to threaten everyone against Yuwen Chenglong's neck death point.

It was this moment of hesitation that made Zhang Long surprised to find that there was a face with blood stains and empty eyes around him, and at the same time he saw this face, Zhang Long only felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if he was stabbed hard by the soldier who used the big gun, almost piercing his body.

Xu Wei had already started at the same time as he saw Lu Min raise his hand to draw the knife, and with a silent and shadowless light sprint, he lifted his toes to make a big gun pose, and a soft dang that almost gathered all his strength to step forward and stabbed straight at Zhang Long's side and waist.

Zhang Long, who was already running at full speed and did not stand still, was allowed to kick forward with a toe kick, and the whole person's side waist was bowed towards the other side of the kick.

Zhang Long, who landed on the ground, let out a heavy breath, and then roared angrily without the slightest dignified appearance, and in an instant, he rushed towards Xu Wei......