Wudang Sword Immortal Qinghe gave him a strong oppression, and even made Zhang Zheng's heart feel a little hairy, although the sword on his back had not yet been unsheathed, but his body still exuded a violent and sharp aura.

The atmosphere in the main hall became more and more heavy, and two equally burly figures were facing each other.

Zhang Zheng leaned forward slightly, like a fierce tiger ready to attack, the palm muscles on the hilt of his sword bulged, the aura around his body was tyrannical and cold, and the murderous aura that had been silent for a long time exploded, and a trace of blood was permeated.

Horror flashed on Qingquan Dao's face, and then he turned sideways and broke away from the momentum of the two of them, and stood aside nervously.

He explained to Qinghe that he must not hurt Zhang Zheng, if he completely fell out with Jinyiwei, the consequences would be unimaginable, although Qinghe agreed, but when he really saw the confrontation between the two of them, he found that he was afraid that he was thinking too much.

Qingquan couldn't see Zhang Zheng's depth, and he knew that he was not an opponent, so he could only watch from the wall.

The aura on Qinghe's body suddenly became more violent, like an ocean, surging towards Zhang Zheng from all directions.

This belongs to the clash between the wills of the warriors, and those who are not determined will be defeated in an instant, but Qinghe still underestimated Zhang Zheng.

A man who has two lives, and crawls out of the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, how can he shake the will.

"Sword Immortal seniors, let's stop, don't show these pediatric things in front of the juniors. ”

Zhang Zheng was at ease, and said leisurely, Qinghe's brows rose suddenly, and then he retracted his momentum, and the atmosphere of the hall suddenly lightened.

"The little guy has so much blood on his body, it's better to kill less. Qinghe shook his head and said with a little pity.

Zhang Zheng's cultivation is put in the martial arts, he is definitely the top existence, a rare talent, but it is a pity that he is Jinyiwei and has become a lackey of the Wei Party.

If it weren't for Jin Yiwei, he could still consider letting him enter the library.

Zhang Zheng listened to his words, and he was not angry, the martial arts sect and Jinyiwei have always been incompatible, and it is impossible for the two sides to reconcile.

This is the need of the imperial court, if Jinyiwei does not control the martial arts, but colludes with those Jianghu people, how can the emperor allow it.

He looked towards Qinghe and asked, "Does the Sword Immortal Senior know my origin?"

Qinghe replied: "I don't know", Zhang Zheng became famous after entering Jinyiwei, and his murderous reputation spread all over the rivers and lakes, as for his previous background, almost no one knows.

"I was born in the military, and because of the defeat of Salhu, I was impeached by the Donglin Party and was not allowed to join the Jinyi Guard. ”

"Back then, I followed Yang Gong to fight with the Houjin people, so my body was a little more bloody. ”

There was a hint of nostalgia on his face, almost none of the more than 1,000 brothers who followed him at the beginning survived, and even now that he thought about it, the bloody battle sent chills down his heart.

Qinghe and Qingquan never thought that Zhang Zheng would be Yang Hao's subordinate before, Yang Hao was a military general, guarding the frontier and fighting against the Jurchens, enjoying a good reputation among the people, and many martial arts people also admired him very much.

Even if Yang Hao died in battle, there are still people who set up an immortal shrine for him.

The two never thought that Zhang Zheng, the executioner of Jinyiwei, would be Yang Gong's subordinate. Qinghe's hostility in his heart suddenly became a little less, although he was in the rivers and lakes, he still knew something about the affairs in the court, and most of the generals who came back from Salhu were executed.

Even if Qinghe and these Jianghu people are dissatisfied, they are helpless.

The two brothers glanced at each other, and finally Qinghe spoke: "I and other martial artists admire Yang Gong, although you are his subordinate, but now you are Jinyiwei, if you want to enter my library in Wudang Mountain, you have to show your strength." ”

Zhang Zheng nodded and lifted Yang Hao, he planned to weaken Wudang's hostility, it seems that the effect is not bad, Qinghe has obviously relented.

"Let's go, boy, let me see what you're made of. Qinghe took the lead, walked out of the main hall with his sword on his back, he nodded slightly at Qingquan, and then followed Qinghe to the martial arts platform on the top of the mountain outside.

The martial arts arena of the Wudang faction is a huge stone, standing in front of the main hall, with a length of 20 zhang and a width of 30 zhang.

When the cultivators above saw their uncle coming, they hurriedly got out of the way and vacated the venue.

Wudang Sword Immortal is a myth in Wudang, crisscrossing the martial arts, there are few opponents, although the surrounding disciples are afraid of Zhang Zheng's murderous name, they don't think he will be Qinghe's opponent.

In their eyes, Qinghe is invincible.

......

"Boy, come on, go all out, let me see what you have to do under Yang Gong. ”

Qingquan beckoned, Zhang Zheng jumped up, and then landed steadily in the center of the stone platform.

......

He removed the cloak on his body, and he could vaguely see the bulging muscles through the flying fish suit, especially the five-foot-long saber.

"What a strange knife. ”

"yes, that's a long time. ”

The surrounding Wudang sect disciples were talking, and Qinghe also noticed his saber, and his vigilance increased greatly.

"The seniors were offended. ”

Zhang Zheng drank lowly, like a tiger descending the mountain, kicked his feet on the stone platform violently, and his body crossed three zhang away, and came to Qinghe.

"Snort", a piercing friction sound sounded, a cold cold light suddenly rose, Zhang Zheng held the slender steel knife in his backhand, and slashed from top to bottom.

"Bell", Qinghe's eyes skyrocketed, even though he was prepared in his heart, he was still startled by the knife light in front of him, and the speed of this knife was as fast as lightning.

He instantly drew the iron sword behind his back, blocking the falling sword light, and erupted into a low roar.

"Bell"

A series of gold and iron resonated and shook people's eardrums, Zhang Zheng shot with a knife, and the knife momentum was endless, enveloping the Qinghe, and the cold knife wind was agitated.

The Wudang disciples in the field opened their mouths one by one, not knowing what to say, their uncle, the Sword Immortal of the mighty rivers and lakes, was actually suppressed.

At the same time, they were also terrified of Zhang Zheng's ferocious knife technique, and if they were replaced, they might not even be able to catch a knife.

No matter what the people on the field think, Zhang Zheng on the battlefield is very uncomfortable, it seems that he has the upper hand, but in fact, only he knows that Qinghe has been defending, and he is attacking.

But every knife of his own was blocked, no matter how strong his sword skills were, he could never break through Qinghe's iron sword.

It's like punching a fist on cotton, but it can't be used.

The two figures shuttled on the martial arts chief, the sword light and sword shadow cut deep traces on the hard ground, sparks flew in all directions, and the wind brought by the collision swept the small stones, shooting out in all directions.

The two exchanged seventy or eighty moves, Qinghe's iron sword dance did not leak, beads of sweat began to appear on Zhang Zheng's forehead, continuous high-intensity slashing, and his physical exertion was very huge.

It was only at this time that he knew that the strength of Qing Sword Technique was not at the same level as Lu Wenzhao's Shen Lian.

In terms of attainments in moves, Zhang Zheng's ability to fight so far is completely relying on ruthless knife moves and incomparable speed.

If he had changed his opponent, he would have been beheaded by the knife a long time ago, but Qinghe was like a hedgehog, making him helpless, every time, his sword would point at the weak point of his knife, which made him very sad.

As everyone knows, Qinghe's heart was even more shocked at this time, he has been famous for 20 years, and there are countless masters who have fought against him, but Zhang Zheng's sword skills can rank in the top three.

Aggressive

Ruthless

Straight to the point

Each knife pursues the ultimate lethality

This is undoubtedly a battlefield knife technique.

Qinghe rose more and more, and after a hundred moves, he stopped defending and began to counterattack.

"Boy, be careful. ”

Qinghe reminded, and then he swung Zhang Zheng's long knife with a backhand, and the three-foot-long iron sword rolled up the sword light, cutting through the space in front of him, bringing a chill.