Han Yizheng was killing up, and suddenly saw a black shadow attacking, and a skewed back chopping knife faintly had the potential of wind and thunder. He laughed loudly: "The dignified Xiangyang hero doesn't dare to show his true face!" As he spoke, he used a move to meet the blade.

With a "dang" sound, the blade of the knife and the tip of the gun struck, and sparks flew everywhere.

Zhao Zhengyi took advantage of the situation to turn forward, swung his knife and slashed, and one move traversed all directions and went straight to Han Yi's waist.

Han Yi hurriedly swept three steps across and avoided the blade. At the same time, his body turned sharply, and he swept through thousands of troops and killed the man in black behind him with one move.

As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous.

Zhao Zhengyi is holding a slashing knife, and the man in black is holding a sword, both of which are short weapons and need to be killed in close quarters. And Han Yi held the spear in his hand, and he had to distance himself to exert his power. The former is constantly approaching, while the latter can only force the opponent to retreat or change positions.

Among the men in black, Han Yi brandished a spear, tossing and turning, and his body changed. Zhao Zhengyi clenched the severe-back chopping knife, like a maggot attached to the bone, like a shadow.

Seeing this situation, the confidence of the people in black doubled, and they all forgot about their lives and deaths, and did not hesitate to die together.

When Han Yi saw the move, he was walking on thin ice, but he held back a resentment in his chest. He sneered: "I heard that the hero of Xiangyang Zhao is a righteous hero, and he can defeat a hundred. Now it seems that it is just a bad name. It's better to be famous than to meet!"

Words strike each other, intended to attack the heart.

Zhao Zhengyi has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, how could he not know his intentions? He took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and his sword became more and more fierce.

In the midst of danger, you can still talk and laugh, just with a youthful spirit. He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die yet. If he fought alone, he was at least seventy percent sure that he would kill Zhao Zhengyi. But at this time, Zhao Zhengyi is at least sixty percent sure of killing him. He secretly thought: Zhao Zhengyi has a chivalrous reputation, and he can secretly control all the underworld forces in Xiangyang City, and he is by no means a person who is inconsistent. If you want to turn the situation around, you can only attack the heart. He chuckled and said, "On that day, someone Xiangyang Daxia was a hypocrite, and he deserved it. At that time, Zai Xia was still crying out for Xiangyang Hero in his heart, just because the things in this world are not black and white. But what is the difference between Xiangyang Daxia's behavior today and others?"

knew it was an attack, but he had to be fooled. The name of Xiangyang Hero, black and white, is all convinced, because it is fought back with life, iron bones, not afraid of life and death. Zhao Zhengyi's blood surged for a while, and he actually wanted to drink back from the underworld and fight Han Yi to the death. Soon, he gave up. Knowing that you can't do it, that's a battle of will, the courage of a husband. He shouted angrily: "The milky yellow mouth has not dried up, it is not your turn to judge the old man!"

Hearing this, Han Yi was secretly overjoyed, and asked casually: "With the crowd being outnumbered and angry, is this what chivalry does? and calling himself an old man, it is really shameless!"

Zhao Zhengyi knew that it was useless, so he kept silent. In a hurry, it is inevitable that there will be a little more brute force and a little less power in the moves.

This is dwarfed by the other.

The goal has been achieved, and Han Yi will not say more. He still didn't dare to hold it up, brandished his spear, and responded calmly.

Here is a lot of laughter, but there is a frightening step.

Liang Xing clutched the spear and kept changing his body, seeking survival in the midst of extreme danger.

Three people, three brothers, three swords, inseparable. A sword has arrived, a sword has not arrived, a sword has not come out, with tacit understanding, the same mind. The moves are not subtle, and the speed is not fast, but the sum of the three swords is unpredictable.

Before I knew it, cold sweat had soaked my clothes. Liang Xing has one enemy and three enemies, he has fallen into the wind, and he has suffered from the enemy on his back, which is really miserable.

The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws are flying. The falcon tried its wings, and the wind and dust were blowing. The first child of a strange flower, the emperor. The cadres will be hairy, and there will be a man.

The young man is sharp and unstoppable.

Liang Xing's eyes are firm, although he has put life and death aside, he does not rush to attack, does not rush forward, and the calmness of his heart is far beyond the reach of others.

In the attic, Liang Hongyu said with a smile: "In the face of danger, talk and laugh, attack the heart with a plan, reverse the disadvantage, and Yi'er is worthy of a big responsibility!"

Han Shizhong smiled happily and said slowly: "Xing'er is not bad!"

Liang Hongyu blinked her eyes and asked with a smile, "What?"

Han Shizhong said softly: "Don't be afraid of death when you have to die, and survive when you don't have to die, Xing'er's tenacity is still above Yi'er." ”

Liang Hongyu smiled and said coquettishly: "Xing'er is working hard, you don't have a backache when you sit and talk!"

Han Shizhong shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "This is a kind of tempering, which is very rare. As he spoke, he lifted a saber in his right hand.

Liang Hongyu said with a smile: "The courtyard is narrow, and there are thieves besieging it, one spear against three ghost swords, Xing'er really suffers a lot." ”

Han Shizhong said lightly: "Suffering is a blessing. ”

Liang Hongyu glanced at Han Shizhong, and said angrily: "Then you have to have a life!"

The attack of the three ghost swords became more and more fierce, and Liang Xing was already powerless.

Han Shizhong didn't say a word, staring at the battle situation intently.

Suddenly, the three ghost swords were taken by surprise and slid rapidly against the barrel of the gun.

Liang Xing has no way to avoid it.

At this moment, someone said in a deep voice: "Let go!"

Hearing this voice, Liang Xing did not hesitate, let go of his hands, and jumped into the air.

"Take the knife!" Before the words fell, a horse chopping knife was thrown towards Liang Xing.

Man and knife meet in mid-air, and the time is just right.

Liang Xing grabbed the horse chopping knife casually, used a trick to draw the ground as a prison, and killed downward, faintly having the power to open the mountain.

The three brothers didn't dare to take it hard, so they hurriedly swept back three steps.

Liang Xing took advantage of the situation to swing his knife and attack, meteor lightning, wind and rain in all directions, and flowers and willows, which turned out to be three knives in a row by the five tigers breaking the door, and the momentum was terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the tide turned.

Although the three brothers were not panicked and hurriedly swung their swords to defend, they had already lost the wind.

By the time the two generals were fighting, more than half of the soldiers had been killed or wounded. There was blood and tears on those faces. They still hold the line, but they are at the end of their crossbows.

Liang Hongyu sighed lightly and said slowly, "Is this really worth it?"

Han Shizhong groaned: "Although you can't punish the evil, as long as you can clear Xiangyang, eradicate the Tang Gate in Shuzhong, and protect the Great Song Dynasty, it will be worth it." At this point, he raised his voice and said in a deep voice: "Return to the Water Covered Pavilion!"

"Command!"

At the sound of an order, the two generals fought and retreated with the soldiers, and gathered at the Covered Water.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhengyi raised his hand slightly.

The three brothers and the man in black stopped pursuing and surrounded the Water Covered Pavilion from afar.

At this time, corpses were everywhere in the General's Mansion, blood flowed like a river, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Unconsciously, there was silence all around, a deathly silence.

Assassin's Mansion, in the study, candlelight flickering.

Cui Yuangui sat at the desk, holding a brush, staring at the tip of the pen.

There is a piece of rice paper on the table, and there are already five and a half words on the rice paper: if it doesn't work, it will be done, and there is a single person. Just as I was writing the last "two" word, my hand trembled a little, and the first one bent a little. He took a deep breath, forcibly steadied himself, and began to write the second line. As soon as the pen fell, my hand began to tremble again, and I couldn't control it.

In a fit of rage, he threw the brush hard at the door. The brush slammed on the door and fell to the ground, leaving ink trails in its wake. He became even angrier. Because before the brush was thrown, a line of ink fell on his face, just across his right eye......

The torches were blazing, and the Assassin's Mansion was like daylight.

More than 1,000 Southern Song Dynasty soldiers were stationed inside and outside the Assassin's Mansion, cloaked in firmness and perseverance, with a faint sense of guilt in their eyes.

A teenager stopped in front of the Assassin's Mansion. He carried a sword in his hand, a broken scabbard, a rusty hilt. But when the eye touches it, it doesn't feel awe. All the soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty believed that this sword must have been terrifying.

A lieutenant stepped forward boldly and asked, "Who are you, and why are you here late at night?"

Yan Shan said lightly: "My name is Yan Shan." ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked. I don't know when this name has been able to make Quan Han.

The captain said, "I don't know what happened to Yan Shaoxia?"

Yan Shan asked rhetorically: "Tonight, the underworld forces in Xiangyang City are besieging the General's Mansion, do you know?"

The lieutenant said in a low voice: "People don't know. ”

Yan Shan said lightly: "What about now?"

The captain looked embarrassed and could only be silent.

Yan Shan sighed lightly and walked straight towards the Assassin's Mansion.

The lieutenant still stood in place, his face ugly.

"Those who trespass on the assassin's mansion will be killed!" At this moment, someone shouted loudly.

"Yanshan took refuge in the Jin people, betrayed the country to seek glory, his hands were stained with the blood of the Song people, killed him, eliminated harm for the people, and traitored for the country!" someone said.

Yan Shan looked up and saw that the two generals had blocked the door, looking arrogant.

A partial general said loudly: "The three armies listen to the order, follow me to kill this thief!"

Yan Shan turned a blind eye, heard but did not hear, and continued to move forward, step by step......