Zhang Zilie flew quickly with a bloodstained long knife in his hand, his face was pale, there was a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and there were only more than ten people left behind him, including his younger brother Zhang Zijun.

In the battle in Suzhou City, although the Tanyun skill that stopped Zhang Zilie was deep, after all, he was old and his blood declined, and Zhang Zilie, who was at the peak of his life in cultivation and physical strength, was seriously injured and retreated.

Zhang Zilie was also hit by Tan Yun's "Prajna Palm", but the injury was far lighter than that of the other party, and there was still Yu Yong who broke out of the siege through a bloody road, but only these people behind him could be brought out. Even the "mad monk" Tan Gang was taken care of because of his identity as a Shaolin traitor, and was finally left in the city.

The group came to a deserted ancient temple on the outskirts of Suzhou, although Zhang Zilie consciously planned well this time, foolproof, but still in line with the experience of being careful and not making mistakes, he ordered his henchmen to hide more than ten fast horses here as back-ups, but he didn't expect it to be useful.

Zhang Zilie ordered the horses to be pulled out of the temple, and everyone got on the horses together and galloped towards the east for a while. He didn't try to go to Jiaxing to join Asahara's Miyuki, since the imperial court had already understood his plan to attack the east and west, and set up an ambush here to deal with him, there was absolutely no reason to let go of the suspicious soldiers along the way, but I was afraid that there would be more and less luck over there at the moment.

"Big brother, we lost so badly this time!" Zhang Zijun said to Zhang Zilie next to him with a bitter face while galloping on his horse.

Zhang Zilie's expression had regained his calmness, and he said lightly: "If you gamble, you can't lose, our overseas foundation is still there, you and my brother are still there, so we are not afraid that there will be no chance of turning the tables!"

They did not stop for a moment, and did not spare any horsepower, until they galloped hundreds of miles away, and all the horses fell to the ground from exhaustion, and they were sure that they had thrown off all the pursuers, so they changed their clothes and disguised themselves, and then divided their troops into several routes, and ordered the other roads to make some movement along the way.

Zhang Zilie arranged it like this, and naturally had the intention of ordering his subordinates to lure away the pursuers for their brothers, but this time he was followed to Suzhou by the "Flying Dragon Guard" who was loyal to him, although they knew the master's intentions, these people were still willing to follow the order.

Zhang Zilie and Zhang Zijun brothers disappeared all the way, and finally succeeded in avoiding the pursuit of the imperial court and came to a very hidden shallow bay by the sea, where Zhang Zilie arranged a small boat as another back-up.

"Big brother, where's the boat?" Zhang Zijun looked at the empty shore in disbelief.

Zhang Zilie, who had a gloomy face, did not answer, he unwrapped the green cloth that covered people's ears, took out the thick-backed long knife and pulled it out of the sheath, looked around, and said loudly: "I don't know which masters came to send Zhang on the road, so please show up and see you!"

As the words spoke, more than a dozen people appeared from three directions beyond the coast, and flew towards the two brothers with light skills.

Among the people who came, there were Yu Tianlai and Qiu Moyan, as well as the three major Shaolin monks headed by Tan Yun. At this time, although Tan Yun's face was still a little pale, his athletic skills were no longer inferior to others, and it was obvious that most of his injuries had recovered. And this is also reasonable, after all, the old monk's cultivation is profound, and needless to say, Shaolin's "Xiao Huandan" is a world-famous healing medicine.

In addition to the five of them, the rest of the people have different appearances, and they all carry weapons around them, Zhang Zilie knows that two of them are the brothers of the Ding family, a famous master in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, "Yin Yang Knife", and he thinks that the rest should also be equivalent to his identity.

"Zhang really can't imagine why you can chase here. Zhang Zilie's expression regained his composure, and he asked as if he was chatting with an old friend, "I wonder which friend can solve this doubt for Zhang?"

Tan Yun stepped forward and clasped his palms together and said, "Since Master Zhang Shi has seen and asked, the poor monk does not dare to hide it. This is a friend made by the poor monk in his early years, known as the 'Divine Eye' Shen Ying Shen brother. His pair of divine eyes are faint, and his skill of identifying and tracking is unparalleled in the world. Although Zhang Shizhu set up a suspicious array, he still couldn't hide it from him. ”

Zhang Zilie looked at an unremarkable-looking old man about sixty years old beside Tan Yun, and sighed slightly: "Zhang's defeat this time is really because he underestimated the heroes of the world. You probably don't plan to let Zhang Mousheng return to the sea, but I don't know which one is coming to take Zhang Mou's head?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, they all knew that Tan Yun was defeated and seriously injured by Zhang Zilie, and they thought that they were not qualified to fight alone with Zhang Zilie.

Zhang Zijun had also drawn his sword out of the sheath, stepped forward and stood side by side with his brother, and said with a sneering smile: "If you don't have the guts, you can rush up, and our two brothers can also take it together!"

Yu Tianlai coughed lightly, and arched his hand to everyone: "Seniors, Yu entered the Central Plains this time, and he also had the meaning of being a hero in the world to increase his knowledge. The name of King Zhang Long, Yu has also admired it for a long time, how about daring to ask your predecessors to give in this time?"

Tan Yun was friendly with several elders of the Kunlun faction, and Qiu Moyan was his junior. After this meeting, he had heard Qiu Moyan talk about Yu Tianlai's achievements, and knew that he had successively killed the two innate masters of the "Black Dragon Army", Ape Fei Sun Moon and Asahara's Miyuki, a swordsmanship and martial arts, which were unfathomable, and were by no means commensurate with the age he showed. When Brother Zhang Zilie made a provocative speech, he had already thought of asking Yu Tian to make a move, and at this moment, seeing that he took the initiative to ask for help, he hurriedly smiled and said: "If the Yu donor is willing to make a move, it will be very good, there is work." ”

Between words and deeds, he actually regarded Yu Tianlai as a peer.

Yu Tianlai turned to Zhang Zilie and arched his hand: "In Xia Yu Tianlai, this is the 'Nine Tricks of the Wind Knife' that will be famous to King Zhang Long, and the second is to settle grievances." ”

Zhang Zilie had heard the news from Jiaxing in the past few days when he was on the run, and knew that his two masters were in the hands of this person, so he couldn't help but sigh lightly: "At the beginning, he was so dizzy that he made a feud with Your Excellency, which should be the most wrong thing Zhang did in his life." But the matter has come to this point, Zhang has nothing to say, all the grievances between you and me will be settled under the sword!"

Yu Tianlai pulled out his sword and pointed at his opponent, the sword body trembled slightly, and a three-inch-long trace of crystal light protruded on the tip of the sword.

"Sword Mang!" Everyone watching the battle behind him was a martial arts family, and they were all shocked when they saw this. Fang Cai Yutian invited himself to fight, and some of them were quite unimpressed, feeling that their martial arts seniors still had scruples, and this young man in his twenties rushed to make a move, which was a little abrupt. Seeing him reveal this legendary mastery of swordsmanship, he knew that this person's strength was so terrifying.

Zhang Zilie waved his hand and ordered Zhang Zijun to retreat and sweep the formation for himself, and slowly raised the thick-backed long knife until it was at eye level, and the momentum and killing intent on his body slowly increased and condensed: "Your Excellency will first take my 'Wind Knife Nine Tips' of the 'Spring Breeze'!"

The thick long knife was unusually swung out gently, obviously it was just a knife, but the knife momentum shrouded the space within a radius of several zhang, and the knife intent was like a spring breeze, soft and pervasive.

Yu Tianlai's "Green Sword" turned into a weak willow silk in the spring breeze, and swirled back and forth with the opponent's knife momentum.

The swords of the two of them were extremely gentle, and they dismantled and returned the moves densely, attacking and defending each other with nine swords and eleven swords in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Zilie's knife momentum changed again, the blade of the long knife revealed a scorching meaning, but the blade emitted a trace of sharp knife aura. He suddenly turned around and took out the knife, and there were countless fine knife qi hidden in the scorching knife wind, just like the wind in the desert with countless yellow sand, sweeping towards Yu Tianlai.

Yu Tianlai's long sword swirled around his body, still diluting and gently intertwining the sword qi in front of him into a fine net, and the scorching sword wind and sharp sword qi contained in the opponent's sword momentum were thrown into the sword net, all of which were melted and dissolved by the soft sword qi contained in the sword and returned to invisible.

Zhang Zilie's sword momentum has continuously evolved the peerless sword technique in the "Nine Tricks of the Wind Knife", and Yu Tianlai greeted him with the most ethereal and exquisite "Seven Seven Forty-Nine Hand Wind Dancing Willow Sword" in the fifteen swordsmanship he was good at. The scorching light and shadow of the sword were entangled and chasing each other within a radius of several zhang, and suddenly they were either fierce and fierce, or the feminine and continuous sword qi and sword qi were wielding wantonly, and they actually scraped off the ground a layer several inches thick.

At this time, everyone watching the battle in the rear was so nervous that they couldn't breathe, Qiu Moyan grabbed Tan Yun's sleeve and asked in a trembling voice: "Uncle Shi, can Brother Yu win?"

Tan Yun said in a harmonious voice: "Don't worry about the virtuous niece, Master Yu's cultivation and swordsmanship are not under Zhang Zilie, and there is no reason to be defeated." ”

Qiu Moyan was a little relieved at this time, and his eyes moved to the battlefield again. It's just that she cares about it, but she doesn't hear the meaning of Tan Yun's words - although Yu Tianlai may not be defeated, it is equally difficult to win. Now the comparison between the two sides is not only about cultivation and martial arts, but also about factors such as mood, wisdom and even luck.

With a loud sound of gold and iron, a sword, a sword, and two figures suddenly separated. The two people, who also had sweat on their foreheads and a little heavy breath, stood opposite each other, and their faces showed extremely solemn expressions.

Zhang Zilie returned the knife into the sheath and said: "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is really lamentable. There is also the last type of 'Wind Knife' in Zhang's 'Nine Tricks of Wind Knife', so you should be careful. ”

Yu Tianlai also collected the sword and returned it to the sheath: "In the next place, I reciprocated with the 'no thick entry into the sword technique' not long ago, and your Excellency should also pay attention." ”

The two stood opposite each other for a moment, and suddenly their figures blurred at the same time, and at the same time, there was a clanging sound of the sword coming out of the sheath at the same time.

By the time their bodies were clear, the two had already switched positions and stood with their backs to each other, and a sword and sword were still in their sheaths and seemed to have never been drawn.

"It's a pity!" Yu Tianlai exclaimed, did not turn around to look at the opponent again, and walked directly to Qiu Moyan, who faintly felt that the battle was over and rushed over. After walking more than ten steps away, he suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of blood mist, and the whole person fell forward and threw himself into Qiu Moyan's fragrant arms.

At the same time that Yu Tianlai spurted blood and fell, Zhang Zilie, who had been standing still, suddenly "broke into pieces" in front of everyone's eyes, and his head, limbs, and body were broken and scattered on the ground together, no more, no less, exactly eight pieces!