Zhu Mian's practice is the same as that of Se Gongzi, breaking the trick, but there is no condition for Zhu Mian. The exercises need to collect yin and supplement yang, whether it is a virgin or a woman, Zhu Mian has everything in his house.

A huge white dragon flew up in the middle of the air, and the dragon's head was low, crashing towards the overlord.

The overlord held the sword and opened his arms to retreat quickly, the white dragon followed, and when he jumped back twenty zhang, the overlord suddenly stopped his footsteps, pushed forward with a sword, and Gu Blunt accelerated towards the dragon with the jasper streamline.

This sword can slash dragons.

Li Jimian and Beihou were shocked, and they couldn't help but sweat for Bailong.

But seeing the black storm rising, a black rhinoceros had sharp horns on its head like a sharp edge, and rushed straight to the jasper streamline. The white dragon, the black rhino and the blue line collided together, the sparks were dotted, and the surrounding flowers, trees, sand and stones were swept away and pushed to the ground.

The overlord stretched out his arms and stared at the Gu Dull in front of him. There was constant evaporation of heat from his body, which was a sign of a sea of qi rolling. Both sides exerted their own strength, and the light hissed, like cannibalizing mulberry leaves.

Bei Hou recklessly said, I don't know where this person is, he has such a great magical power? Could it be related to this person in front of him? Thinking about it, he looked at Li Jimian.

Li Jimian looked at the two sides of the match, and he was also worried. What he knows, the world's eight-stage kendo masters are no longer the original three-three-two. Any high-ranking official and minister in the Song Dynasty is an eight-stage sword cultivator.

Both of them wanted to take the opportunity to ruin this confrontation scene, but they both looked at each other and couldn't figure out the details of each other, for fear of falling into a trap. Looking at the eight Song State sword cultivators in the distance, they were sweeping the formation, and they were not third-rate swordsmen who could be defeated with one blow.

The overlord had slowly risen in the hollow, his eyes closed. The sword qi on his body formed two streams, one constantly scattering and wrapping itself, and the other was entangled and boosted towards the ancient bluntness.

"Let's try it with our swords, and see how we go?" said one of the eight.

"It's hard to do, it's very suspenseful to look like this. Another way.

"No matter what, you can't just watch. After this person finished speaking, he took the flying sword, and a three-foot long sword slashed at the overlord's face in an instant.

When the flying sword approached, there was still a distance of three inches, and when I saw a spark slashed up, I heard the sound of gold and jade, and the flying sword was folded back as if it had touched copper and iron.

The eight were startled, and as soon as they retreated, the sword was stuck at their feet.

And the overlord's brows only moved slightly, and at this moment, the large amount of dispatch of vitality had already made him sweat.

The white dragon's body began to twist, its claws already fluttering around, only the fierce rhinoceros was still arching.

Li Jimian said in his heart, this eighth-stage high-ranking official is not strong, and the advantages of the rank have not been brought into play.

Bei Hou was shocked to see it, these people's cultivation seemed to be stronger than his own, and he was compared to the main hall master Ah Liudun.

With a "bang", the white dragon flew out of the three zhang, and Zhu Mian showed his original body and squatted on the ground with his sword. Behind him, Liu San had already opened the city gate, and rushed over surrounded by a group of soldiers, "Quick, protect Lord Zhu!"

Zhu Mian waved his hand from afar, signaling not to approach, he was watching the battle.

Liu San hurriedly stopped after the order, and wiped half an zhang before standing on his feet.

As soon as Zhu Mian retreated, all the pressure and momentum fell on Guizhuang. But seeing the rhinoceros pushing the ground with all four feet, Biguang was slowly rushing forward, and after a loud shout, Guizhuang also appeared, and the Maoling sword was blocked in front of him, and his right leg knelt on the ground, coughing twice, and a stream of blood spurted out.

The clouds in the sky gradually faded, but there was a wind blowing up here in Li Jimian.

The overlord withdrew his sword and fell to the ground, turned to Li Jimian and Bei Hou and scolded them, the two of them were shocked, and Li Jimian's just killing intent was wiped out by this fright.

The two looked at each other and slowly retreated, retreating about ten steps.

The overlord doesn't attack either, he doesn't want to make more enemies. Because he felt the obvious killing intent, he turned to look back at the two men.

After the battle of Zhan Cha, the vitality of his Qi Sea had been consumed by three or four points. The strength of these two people should not be underestimated, but they are too messy and have no rules.

The overlord raised his head and turned around, shouting, "Old official, you have made this Gui an adult miserable." ”

Everyone can see that Zhu Mian escaped from the battle, making Guizhuang almost become a substitute for the dead.

The eight swordsmen were a little indignant, after all, the people in the Sword Academy and the court officials were two institutions, and the factions were still different.

Liu San replied: "You fart! Lord Zhu got out of this dog fight with his ability, don't frame a good person." ”

The overlord followed the voice, and finally found the person who was talking with a probe in the midst of a crowd of soldiers, and he was not annoyed, and continued: "Old officer, you are not strong enough, and you have spent it on the bed!

Before the words fell, the three sword cultivators in Xicheng rushed over. Li Jimian looked at the one-armed young man at the head, and couldn't help sighing, he was a good material, but it was a pity that he didn't accept disciples anymore.

The people who came were Wu Wanling, Zong, and Song.

Only then did Guizhuang take a closer look at the Zhizhou Mansion to join the army, young and strong, and the masculinity of the young man was visible on his face. He stood up with the Black Shark Sword, wiped the blood from his mouth, picked up the Maoling Sword and pointed it forward and said with a smile: "This thief's strength is almost exhausted, let's surround him again!"

Wu Wanling said: "Can you still support it?"

Guizhuang spat blood and spit, stared at the overlord and said, "It's not too late for heaven and earth to return, I want him to stay here." After saying this, his hand holding the Maoling sword tightened, and he seemed to feel that Cui Lu was also here, and said silently in his heart, Old Cui, there is a spirit in the sky, and it will descend to me.

Zong Shaobo and Song Wu had already withdrawn their swords, and eight sword masters stepped forward. Another succession of post soldiers was already on their way to report the news.

"Three or four days, I don't know if you have grown?" said to Song Wu contemptuously. He said this, just looking for an opportunity, thinking that he couldn't stay here, and there would be too many people later, and he really couldn't run.

Uncle Zong tilted his head and said, "Senior brother, he is provoking you, and only by calming down can you use the high sword." ”

Zhu Mian's Long Yuan Sword struck again, and the white dragon was ready to attack.

Gui Zhuang said: "It's right now, the big guy killed him with the same thing!"

With so many sword cultivators with extraordinary strength, drawing their swords at the same time made Li Jimian and Bei Hou Zhen also feel terrified. When you have enough energy and preparation, you have to be careful, and now when you are fighting fiercely, it is definitely a battle of life and death for that strange person.

When everyone rushed to the thief, they saw that the overlord used all his strength to slash a sword, and the huge sword light came suddenly, and everyone held the sword on the top, and the aura swelled, withstanding this fatal blow. Everyone was horrified, this sword light was the culprit who cut down the gatehouse.

The overlord has fled, and everyone is chasing after him. Zhu Mian took the lead, returned to Zhuang a little second, followed by Wu Huanling and eight sword cultivators, Zong Shaobo and Song Wudian. And behind them were the Xuanjia heavy soldiers and infantry, as well as the disciples of the Wuyue Kendo Gym.

The young man standing at the head of the building playing the flute became more and more excited when he saw this, his hands were like immortals picking up fragrant clouds, trembling, stacking, vibrating, and beating, all kinds of tricks came out together, and he blew a hearty Tang Wang song "General Order".

Thirty-six people had already seen the people fighting in the hollow, and hurriedly followed them away.

A group of sword cultivators stepped on the heavy buildings of the house and ran towards the most prosperous place in Hangzhou Mansion. This is deliberately done by the overlord, deliberately choosing a place where there are many people, so that they will be afraid to show their heads and tails, and they will fight their own bloody way.

Bendou is the West Lake in a blink of an eye. At the time of the handover, there were not many people, and although there was a ban on the closure of the city, it had not affected the early tourists.

This area is full of high-ranking officials, and there are also the most prosperous streets in the prefecture.

The overlord has already stood in the heart of the West Lake, stepping on the water, and in front of him is Zhu Mian and the people of Zhuang Zhuang. On both sides were infantry who had arrived nearby, and on the Baisha embankment in the distance stood Li Jimian and Bei Hou who were watching from afar.

And on the shore behind him, two men were washing whetstones by the lake, and the sound of the water was loud and crisp. The overlord felt an unprecedented fear.