Facing Yan Hong's volley, Zhang Jie's eyes suddenly shot out a fine light, and then his upright posture remained motionless, as if he didn't feel the slightest danger.

"You're so proud!"

Wan Yan Hong shouted, and then his body sank suddenly, and the blade glowing with cold light came down from top to bottom, slashing Zhang Jie's head, and there was a posture of splitting Zhang Jie from the middle.

The sharp strength blew Zhang Jie's hair messily, and just when the blade was about to touch the top of Zhang Jie's head, Zhang Jie moved, and his body deviated to the right at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and then he saw Yan Hong's steel knife slashing straight into a phantom standing in place.

Wan Yanhong's face changed suddenly, and then the steel knife in his hand slashed to the right, but his body swept out to the left with lightning speed.

"It's too late!"

Zhang Jie's indifferent voice suddenly sounded in Wan Yanhong's ears, and then Wan Yanhong felt a piercing chill coming from the back of his neck.

A silver light strangely bypassed the steel knife that Wan Yan Hong had slashed and stabbed straight into Wan Yan Hong's neck. The speed is so fast, so that Wan Yanhong has no chance to change his tricks at all!

"Shhh

The surrounding Huoyunwei couldn't help but gasp, if this sword stabbed, then their second commander didn't go out of a round under Zhang Jie's hands, if that was the case, then there would be no need to fight again tonight!

At this moment, Wan Yanhong did not hesitate to tilt his head to the left, and moved his neck to the left as much as possible.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, the short sword slashed through Wan Yan Hong's neck in an instant like a meteor, rubbing against the skin of Wan Yan Hong's neck, bringing up a trace of blood, and also leaving a shallow blood mark on Wan Yan Hong's neck!

After Yan Hong dodged this sword, his head shrank suddenly, and then his body hunched over like a praying mantis, and suddenly jumped out of Zhang Jie's three feet!

Zhang Jie put away his sword and stood up, turned his head and looked at Wan Yanhong coldly, but there was still no expression on his face.

After watching Yan Hong again, he felt like he had escaped death, and a little cold sweat suddenly appeared on his face.

"I'm underestimating you!" Wan Yanhong said quietly.

In fact, according to Wan Yan Hong's martial arts, it will definitely not be so bad, but in Wan Yan Hong's heart, he does not regard Zhang Jie as a great master. It is precisely because of this that when Wan Yanhong fought against Zhang Jie, he was careless, underestimating the strength of the opponent is a taboo in the competition in the rivers and lakes.

And today, Wan Yanhong almost paid the price of his life for his own mistake!

Zhang Jie said coldly: "Next time, you must not have such good luck!"

As soon as Zhang Jie's words fell, I saw the muscles on Yan Hong's face tremble, and then he said word by word: "Don't worry! There will never be a next time!"

In this way, Zhang Jie and Wan Yanhong looked at each other in the air, and the strong battle intent in their eyes made the temperature of the surrounding air seem to have risen a few points!

"Humph!"

Zhang Jie snorted coldly, and with a little foot under his feet, his figure exploded towards Wan Yanhong, and there was no superfluous nonsense.

Wan Yan Hong practiced martial arts with great opening and closing, and paid attention to the word "force", while Zhang Jie practiced weird and flexible moves, emphasizing the word "Xun". Therefore, these two people have made every effort to let each other enter their own advantageous areas.

In other words, what Wan Yanhong wants most is to always maintain a good distance from Zhang Jie, so that his strength can be exerted to the fullest, because if the distance is too close, it will make Wan Yanhong have a feeling that it is difficult to exert himself!

And Zhang Jie wants to get close to Wan Yanhong, the closer the distance, the more beneficial it is to Zhang Jie. Because Zhang Jie's best thing is close killing, only when he is close to the target, he can unexpectedly find the opponent's deadly hole!

This can be seen from their weapons, Wan Yanhong's usual weapon is a big knife, and it was only because he had to travel lightly when he went out this time, so he changed it to a steel knife. And Zhang Jie's weapon is a short sword. One is a sword that pulls out the mountain, and the other is a strange and unpredictable sword, and who is stronger and who is weak of these two depends on the ability of the person who uses them!

"Meteor Sword Technique!"

On the way to the rush, the short sword in his hand shook suddenly, and then a clear sound of "sword shock" resounded through the desert, this sound was twisted and turned, and it was even deeper in the empty desert

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It's long.

Everyone who heard this voice trembled unconsciously, and then felt that there was a brief blank in their brains at this moment.

Wan Yan Hong was the same, with the sound of "sword shock", Wan Yan Hong only felt that his head suddenly emptied, and then the short sword that his eyes saw instantly turned into thousands of silver lights, shooting towards him at great speed.

Wan Yanhong gritted his teeth violently, letting his brain wake up instantly, and then his eyes gathered, and the steel knife in his hand suddenly swung out.

In the face of the roaring steel knife, Zhang Jie did not advance but retreated, and just when the steel knife was about to cut off Zhang Jie's head, Zhang Jie's body suddenly became short, and then his scalp drilled past against the blade.

When Zhang Jie's body slashed across the blade, the sharp blade also shaved off several locks of Zhang Jie's hair. It is enough to see how dangerous Zhang Jie's action is!

Zhang Peng and Zheng Yingjun also couldn't help but sweat secretly for Zhang Jie.

Zheng Yingjun saw that Zhang Jie successfully dodged the blade, and grinned: "I'm afraid that only Ajie dares to use such a dangerous killing move!"

Zhang Peng nodded intently, and said softly: "It's not difficult to dare to use such a dangerous move, the difficult thing is that after being close, you must have a hand-to-hand killing stunt! Unless it's an assassination master like Ajie, if it were me, I would never dare to stick it like this, because even if I put it on, I don't dare to guarantee that I can kill the opponent at such a close distance!"

Zhang Peng's words made Zheng Yingjun nod involuntarily, and then shook his head and said, "Peng, get ready to grab the horse! With Ajie's means, I think there will be a result soon! This Wan Yanhong is not Ajie's opponent!"

Zhang Peng nodded slowly, and then his eyes unconsciously glanced at the Huoyun guards who were riding on horses around him.

"We'll only grab two horses later, you take Dorlon, I'll pick up Applejack, and then we'll head south!"

Zhang Peng's voice was so low that only he and Zheng Yingjun could hear it, and for Duolong, who was standing aside in a trance, he was directly ignored by Zhang Peng!

After Zhang Jie got close to Wan Yan Hong, the short sword in his hand danced in front of Wan Yan Hong like a carved flower, while Wan Yan Hong was wielding a steel knife while retreating.

Wan Yanhong took a step back, Zhang Jie followed suit, this kind of close-fitting hair made Wan Yanhong very uncomfortable, and there was a feeling of being powerful and nowhere to go, so that Wan Yanhong's face was suffocated!

After a while, Zhang Jie had already made hundreds of moves with Wan Yan Hong, and Zhang Jie's dangerous style of play made him pay some price, that is, several times Wan Yan Hong's blade was worthy of cutting through Zhang Jie's body, although it did not hurt the muscles and bones, but it also left several blood marks on Zhang Jie's chest and waist.

Of course, there are gains and losses, Wan Yanhong's condition is even worse, his clothes have already been scratched by Zhang Jie's short sword, his body is covered with blood, and the sword wounds are shocking, of course, what is more fatal is that there is a deep sword hole in Wan Yanhong's left shoulder and right rib, at this moment, the red blood is bubbling outward.

At this moment, Wan Yanhong was like a hellish ghost, covered in blood, ragged, and holding a bloodstained steel knife in his hand.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jie's short sword stabbed straight on Wan Yan Hong's steel knife, making a crisp metal impact sound, and then Wan Yan Hong's left hand instantly swung out, and a powerful palm hit Zhang Jie's chest directly, he wanted to use this palm to force Zhang Jie back.

Facing the approaching palm wind, Zhang Jie snorted coldly, and then the short sword in his hand slammed forward against the blade. With this reaction force, Zhang Jie stepped a little under his feet, and his figure suddenly floated backwards.

And at the moment when Zhang Jie's figure floated backwards, Wan Yanhong's palm had already attached to the shirt on Zhang Jie's chest, but because Zhang Jie's speed of retreat was too fast, the force of that palm only touched Zhang Jie's shirt, but it could no longer touch Zhang Jie's body!

In this way, it seems that Wan Yanhong knocked Zhang Jie out with one palm, but in fact, it was Zhang Jie himself who was retreating, and Wan Yanhong's palm just followed closely, and did not actually touch Zhang Jie's body.

When Zhang Jie's body flew upside down, Zhang Jie's body fell to the ground abruptly, and after landing, Zhang Jie's feet stomped on the ground suddenly, and his body did not pause at all, and he rushed towards Wan Yanhong with his sword again.

"Look for death!"

Seeing Zhang Jie's attack without any breath, Wan Yanhong was also furious in his heart, and then shouted, and the steel knife in his hand brought up a huge blade, slashing heavily at the oncoming Zhang Jie.

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At this moment, Zhang Jie's figure has become a little erratic, and his body is even more left and right, up and down, which makes Wan Yan Hongda puzzled. But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it, he gritted his teeth suddenly, a trace of ruthlessness flashed on his face, and the steel knife in his hand instantly slashed into Zhang Jie's body.

The steel knife slashed straight through Zhang Jie's body, but it didn't bring a trace of blood.

Wan Yanhong's brows furrowed suddenly, and then an ominous premonition came from behind him. The body turned back without hesitation, and the first thing that caught his eye after turning around was Zhang Jie's indifferent face. At this moment, a bloodthirsty smile seemed to emerge on that indifferent face.

"Say you're slow, don't believe it yet!"

As soon as Zhang Jie's words fell, Wan Yanhong only felt a chill in his lower abdomen, and then a sharp pain came into Wan Yanhong's mind.

"Poof!"

Zhang Jie's sword without any fancy stabbed straight into Wan Yanhong's lower abdomen, Wan Yanhong stared in horror, staring at Zhang Jie in front of him.

Zhang Jie had a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and then his left hand quickly reached out, and a palm hit Wan Yanhong's chest firmly.

"Whew!"

Wan Yan Hong's body flew out upside down in an instant, and when his body flew out upside down, the short sword was also pulled out, and a three-foot-long blood train spurted out of Wan Yan Hong's lower abdomen.

"Second Commander!" shouted the surrounding Huoyun Guards in unison.

At the same time that Yan Hong was beaten out by Zhang Jie, Zhang Peng's eyes suddenly gathered, and then he shouted: "Fatty!

Zhang Peng and Zheng Yingjun moved at the same time, and they respectively ran to the two Huoyunwei who were closest to them on horseback.

"Bang!

Two sounds sounded one after another, and before the two horseback Huo Yunwei could shout, they were knocked off their horses by Zhang Peng and Zheng Yingjun.

"Drive!"

Zheng Yingjun turned his horse around, pulled Duolong, who was standing on the side, onto the horse with his backhand, and then rode quickly towards the south.

"Applejack!

Zhang Peng shouted, and then rode the horse directly towards Zhang Jie's position, Zhang Jie's eyes were fast, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Peng's outstretched palm, and then jumped on the horse's back, and without making a moment's stop, he quickly chased towards Zheng Yingjun.

These actions are slow to say, but in fact they are only over in the light of light!

So much so that the people around him hadn't reacted yet, and they were in a panic for a while.

Under the support of several Huoyunwei, Wan Yanhong stood up stubbornly holding his stomach, his bloodstained face was full of resentment, he stared viciously in the direction where Zhang Peng went, and then shouted at the overwhelmed Huoyunwei around him: "Chase! Even if the horse runs to death, you have to catch up with me!"

"Yes!"

The surrounding Huoyunwei hurriedly replied, and then turned the horse's head and chased after Zhang Peng and them.

After the crowd left, Wan Yanhong gritted his teeth and stood up, and said to Huo Yunwei beside him: "You immediately go back to report to the city lord, saying that Zhang Peng has left the Yunmen Post Station and is heading south, I have been seriously injured, I am afraid it will be difficult to pursue the enemy, please make more arrangements along the way, the purpose is not to chase the enemy, but to delay time! I will go to the Yunmen Post Station to meet the Grand Commander and Xu Yuan and them, and after the convergence, they will rush to the pass together, and swear to stop Zhang Peng there!" We will be able to arrive at the pass in seven days at the latest, and report to the lord of the mansion that we must trap Zhang Peng in the desert for seven days!"

"Yes!" one of the Fire Cloud Guards agreed, and then got on his horse and ran in the direction of Cloud Snow City.

Wan Yan Hong turned his head to look at the other Huoyun Guard, and said in a low voice: "You and I will go to the Cloud Gate Post Station together, and we will go there and wait for the Great Commander to lead them! Since they sent out the Fire Cloud Arrow, it proves that they must be fine, and they will definitely chase them to the south with all their might! If the expectation is good, they will arrive in about three days!"

"Yes!"

After speaking, this Huoyun Wei helped Wan Yanhong to get on his horse and headed towards the Cloud Gate Station.

Wan Yanhong also glanced back at the dark and lonely night sky, where there was no trace of Zhang Peng for a long time.

"Zhang Peng, the city organizer has always done what he says! When you reach the pass, you will never be able to enter the pass alive!"

After speaking, Wan Yanhong's face twitched again because of the severe pain of the wound, but in his eyes, there was a touch of unwillingness!

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