Thankfully, I still have a choice.

Fortunately, his martial arts are much higher than the other party.

The right hand Ning Bi sword flirted, the sword blade almost swept past the opponent's neck, with a slight trace of blood, and the latter came first, hitting Tie Ling with the hilt of the sword, and at the same time, the left foot was on tiptoe, jumping up three feet high, and the pick of the gossip knife suddenly failed.

Without waiting for Xu Yang to take a breather, Zhang Zhaozhong, who jumped in the air, was stimulated to kill, and the killing move came out again, a meteor to catch the moon, and stabbed Xu Yang's left chest.

Speed, blazing speed.

This sword technique itself does not have too many tricks, it is fast.

It's almost extreme, and all the elements around it seem to be slowing down in terms of feeling.

Tie Ling, who was swept away, was still flying on a strange trajectory, and the purple gold gossip knife had no time to change his moves after it was picked up in the air, and the hideousness on Zhang Zhaozhong's face was also very clear.

Not far away, Luo Bing was still fighting with people, and the ugly drum had just been beaten.

All the sounds floated by, and they all seemed trance-like and unreal.

All of this, as if in a lifetime, was infinitely diluted in the brilliance of this sword.

It was as if there was only this sword in heaven and earth.

This sword seems to have pierced from ancient times, and has drifted through millions of years in endless time and space, just to come to this moment, here, and emit its endless sword light.

The moonlight sprinkled on the spine of the sword, as if it could not be attached at all, and was swept out, drifting into an even more ethereal distance.

The power of a sword is as powerful as this.

Xu Yang didn't even get a chance to react, and the desperate move he had made before now seemed so ridiculous.

Zhang Zhaozhong is not afraid of working hard, it's just that there is a better opportunity, why bother?

Desperate.

If even time is on the opponent's side, then does Xu Yang have any other life besides falling into darkness?

The sword blade was getting closer and closer to Xu Yang's chest.

This was the second time he had felt the message of death tonight.

This time, than the previous one, it came more violently, faster, more desperately, more unavoidable, and more lifeless.

Time is Xu Yang's biggest enemy at the moment.

It seems that he has no luck.

However.

Zhang Zhaozhong actually found that the pair of eyes exposed by the opponent's black gauze actually showed a hint of joy.

Is this the joy of seeking kindness?

Zhang Zhaozhong is not sure.

Zhang Zhaozhong boasted that he had read countless people, however, his opponent was the only one he couldn't see through so far.

If he is angry, he can leave his companions and run away alone without being in danger.

If he is timid and cowardly, he can fight against himself with the idea of ending up together.

Could it be that this person is a madman?

But from the moment the two sides fought, he has always behaved calmly, so much so that even he almost fell into his trap before.

For a person who can't see through himself at all, unexpectedly, revealing a look that he can't figure out, Zhang Zhaozhong will inevitably have some worries.

If you stab yourself with this sword, what will happen?

Whatever it is, it's a change that makes the opponent happy.

And that must be bad for yourself.

It's a simple answer as one plus one equals two.

Zhang Zhaozhong's pupils suddenly constricted, and his whole body exuded a desperate murderous aura like a trapped beast.

At this moment, he realized that he was the real caged beast.

Xu Yang is not deceiving Zhang Zhaozhong, or rather, with his acting skills, it is completely insufficient for him to make such a difficult performance.

He was really excited.

A sense of excitement from the dead filled his chest.

Because maybe Zhang Zhaozhong can really stab himself, however, he also ends here.

Zhang Zhaozhong heard the wind from behind him for the third time today, he withdrew, he turned around, he hoped, it was still too late.

The wind that hit this time was completely different from the knife wind that Xu Yang had slashed out the previous two times.

It's too much solid, and it's too heavy.

Fist is the style of fist.

In the world, there are only a handful of people who can punch out such a condensed and heavy fist style.

And there is only one person who dares to throw this punch at him, a member of the four grades of the imperial court, in the imperial capital.

Yu!

Zhang Zhaozhong, who desperately turned around, only saw a fist.

Iron fist.

Shaolin Iron Fist.

The Shaolin Iron Fist that has been exerted to the extreme in speed, strength, and timing.

Zhang Zhao's eyes were so heavy that he had no time to defend, no time to counterattack, and no time to retreat.

Before, all his body and mind were thrown into that sword, and the essence, qi, and spirit of his whole body were all condensed into sword intent, so he was able to stab that amazing sword.

That makes the other party unavoidable, the only amazing sword in the sky and on the earth.

That is the perfect sword that he has never been able to use since he taught himself the sword.

A sword that breaks through time and space.

Zhang Zhaozhong wasn't sure if he would have the opportunity to use that sword again in the future, it was already the pinnacle of his martial arts.

He must have a good opponent, a good timing, a good state, and a good epiphany before he can use that sword.

However, that sword was destroyed, destroyed by that happy look, destroyed by the fist wind behind him, destroyed by his own timidity.

If it were possible, he would rather go back to the moment just now, when he was still casting that sword.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.

The same goes for martial arts.

Being able to complete that sword in its entirety is the ultimate pride of a warrior.

Even if he finished casting that sword, he would die immediately, and as a martial artist, he would have died without regrets.

At this time, his momentum has been lost, his spirit has been dispersed, his sword intent has disappeared, and his battle intent has faded.

has fallen from the peak just now, and instantly fell into the lowest trough.

Then he saw the punch.

The most terrible punch he'd ever seen in his life.

Whether it is speed, angle, momentum, fighting spirit, fist edge, and timing, it is an impeccable punch.

Terrible enemies, terrible punches.

The hunter becomes the prey, the tiger falls into Binh Duong, and the dragon is besieged by fishing nets.

If the previous sword was against the punch in front of him, Zhang Zhaozhong would definitely be confident that he would win the battle.

This has nothing to do with the comparison of the strength of the two sides, and it is the confidence that a warrior must have.

It's a pity that now he has lost his strength and momentum, and he can't stop this punch at all.

He can't retreat yet, and there is an even more terrifying opponent behind him, a terrible opponent who can use himself as bait, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

He didn't have time to defend, just like Xu Yang's situation just now, time had become his biggest enemy at this time.

Enemy for life.

If he could regret it, he would rather not be so careful when he inspected today, so that if he couldn't find the woman hidden in the tree, he wouldn't be caught in this bitter struggle, let alone face the situation of life and death.

Since he can't retreat, defend, or attack, he only has ......

Spelled.

The body that barely turned was forced to open an angle to the side, and the sword could not be swung out in time, so it could only swing sideways in front of the chest.

Then, before he can make the next move, punch mid.

This punch Yu Wanting tried his best, and with boundless anger, it exploded.

Ning Bi Sword, fortunately there is Ning Bi Sword.

Sure enough, it was a top-level good sword that blocked at least seventy percent of Yu Wanting's fist strength, and it actually stood up without being damaged.

However, the remaining thirty percent of the fist strength was enough to knock Zhang Zhaozhong away.

With a "bump", Zhang Zhaozhong flew out like a spinning top, falling out of the way, and before he could get up, a mouthful of blood had already spurted out of him.

Blood immediately stained the official uniform on his chest.

Several officers and soldiers besieging Luo Bing saw that the situation was not good, and they had already given up on Luo Bing at this moment and rushed towards Zhang Zhaozhong.

Yu Wanting did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and the punch just now was already his full strength.

After seeing the fireworks of the warning, he had already rushed desperately, and threw that punch with all his might in order to rescue Xu Yang.

Xu Yang could even see that the wrinkles in the corners of Yu Wanting's eyes instantly deepened a little.

This punch was not issued only by internal force, as if it was issued with incomparably more mental strength, and even consumed no less than Wan Ting's life force.

Xu Yang was stunned for a moment, and then turned to Zhang Zhaozhong, this was a good time to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhaozhong was actually a stiff man, he forcibly got up under serious injury, glanced at Xu Yang, stomped his feet angrily, turned around and ran.

Xu Yang became more and more jealous of this opponent he had only seen in his life.

It's as shameless as myself.

At this time, a tall and burly man jumped out from behind Yu Wanting, who was it not Wen Tailai?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Luo Bing seemed to be injured and felt sorry for his wife, Wen Tailai, roared and pounced on the officers and soldiers of the Xiaocai Battalion who had left behind.

A pair of iron fists were vigorous, and between the fists, there was a faint sound of thunder.

Thunderer?!

Among the officers and soldiers, there were people who knew the goods, and they screamed and shouted out Wen Tailai's nickname.

The morale was incredible, and when the officers and soldiers heard that they were facing a first-class good player in the rivers and lakes, their own commander had already run away, and they immediately scattered and fled.

Although Wen Tailai was not weak in light body kung fu, he only had time to catch up with three of them, and killed them one by one, and the others fled.

Wen Tailai waved his fist angrily, these officers and soldiers besieged his wife while he was away, and it was really not enough to vent his anger without killing.

Xu Yang glanced at Wan Ting, it was time to withdraw.

In the distance, there were many figures of officers and soldiers rushing towards them, and Yu Wanting whistled, and the four of them disappeared in the darkness and ran towards the southern city.

Along the way, there were constantly patrolling officers and soldiers joining the team of encirclement and interception, and when they were about to reach Chongwenmen, the four of them really exerted their strength, threw off the pursuit and turned to the east.

Yu Wanting took the three of them around, and went around to the east gate, in a small alley called Douban Hutong, which is also a hidden secret rudder of the Red Flower Society.

This place is not far from the Chaoyang Gate in the east of the imperial capital, and when the city gate is opened in the morning, the heroes of the Red Flower Society will be able to spread their wings and fly high.

The four of them sat together, Wen Tailai had already asked the reason, and at this time he picked up a cup of tea and expressed his gratitude to Xu Yang with tea instead of wine: "Brother Yan, I respect you for this cup of tea, if it weren't for you today, I'm afraid that Luo Shiyi Sister would be unexpected." ”

Xu Yang secretly thought, if it weren't for the butterfly effect caused by me, it is estimated that Luo Bing would not even scratch a piece of his skin......

Of course, it is also a fact that he saved Luo Bing with all his might, so he took the teacup and drank it all.