"How are you recovering from your injuries?" asked Zhang Yan. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Tang knife in Nie Ban's hand drew a perfect semicircle: "Well, it's about thirty percent recovered." ”

Zhang Zhan only knew that Nie Ban's martial arts were unfathomable, and in the case of Xiao Po's innumeration, he sat firmly on the throne of the first master of the Great Song Dynasty military camp. But what level Nie Ban's peak is, Zhang Zhan can't know, so the "three percent" in his mouth, Zhang Zhan is also not easy to estimate.

"Why is Brother Zhang here?"

Zhang Yan sighed and roughly said the reason.

In this process, Nie Ban has always been a qualified listener. It wasn't until Zhang Yan finished speaking that Nie Ban said firmly: "Marshal Xiao's granddaughter, how can we ignore it? Let me help Brother Zhang, a helping hand!"

Zhang Yan couldn't help but think of the night when he saw Murong Ying doing those heinous beastly acts to Xiao Yu'er with his spiritual power, and his chest was murderous.

"Brother Zhang's martial arts have improved a lot!" Nie Ban was also happy for Zhang Yan.

While Zhang was proud, Nie Ban added: "Maybe I have to use two knives now to clean up Brother Zhang." ”

The slight smugness that had just risen turned to ashes. Zhang Yan glanced at him: "Brother Nie seems to be praising Zhang to increase his worth!"

Nie Ban is also a martial arts idiot, and he has been living in the military camp since he was a child. It wasn't until the slope of Xiangyang City that he walked in the rivers and lakes, so he didn't fully understand some people's sophistication.

Zhang Zan's natural indifference didn't care, just like the disciples of the Huashan Sect accommodating Jing Wolf, Zhang Zan's would also accommodate Nie Ban in this way.

Having said that, maybe it was Nie Ban who was as simple as Jing Wolf, so they were able to be distracted from the martial arts and walk out of a gorgeous broad road.

"Can Brother Nie do it now?"

Seeing him nodding, Zhang Remnant felt a little confident: "Come with me!"

Song Xiao's head was still hanging above his mansion, and the brand-new plaque of "Pinxuansha", when it was hung on the hanging beam, he definitely didn't expect that the time of being trampled on would come so quickly.

Mu Chezha must have also received some benefits from the Dongying people, and he actually let Song Xiao, who was a celebrity in Datong Mansion before his death, ignore the fact that his body was exposed to such wind and sun.

Maybe compared to Zhou Xiao, Song Xiao is not a good person recognized by Datong Mansion, but with Song Xiao's temperament, he is by no means a big bad person.

Therefore, whenever someone passes by Pinxuan, they can't help but shake their heads secretly, giving birth to regret. However, when he saw the black-clothed warriors at the door, as well as the blood-and-flesh corpses that fell in front of the black-clothed warriors, he dared not speak angrily.

"These birdmen are the Japanese who are making waves in my South China Sea?" Nie Ban looked at the warriors.

Nie Ban's voice was not high, but how could he hide it from the ears and eyes of these warriors?

It can be seen that these black-clothed warriors are the kind of characters who have lived on the front line of life and death for a long time, and the murderous aura on their bodies is so strong that Zhang Yan, who is five feet away, feels suffocated.

But Zhang Yan was even more angry, because nine times out of ten, this group of warriors drank the blood of the innocent people in my Middle-earth, and it was only then that they created their devilish and terrifying momentum.

Zhang Yan had never been to the South China Sea, but he had heard that the Hainan Sword School, which had been inherited by the South China Sea for nearly five hundred years, had been almost slaughtered by these Dongying warriors and was dying. And with the shrinking of the Hainan Sword Sect, many innocent people in the South China Sea have become the souls of these samurai.

A while ago, even if he was as clever as night dust, he still lost three fingers in the battle to support the South China Sea! With the skills of night dust, he was not spared, let alone others?

With a few strange laughs, two black-clothed warriors struck towards Nie Ban on the left and right.

Their laughter must have been deliberate, full of playfulness and the thrill of wanting to kill as long as they wanted.

Just kidding, even if Nie Ban can only exert thirty percent of his strength under the scruples of injury, it is definitely not something that these cats and dogs can deal with. If you really want to force Nie Ban in a hurry, even if Miyamoto destroys the sky, Fujino Shinjo and Ozawa Qijun join forces, I am afraid that they will not be able to take any advantage.

Zhang Yan didn't care about Nie Ban's injury, and without saying a word, he took a step forward, and in the surprised eyes of the two warriors, he punched the person on the left.

Zhang Yan, who was killed halfway, provoked the infinite fighting spirit of these two warriors.

Two snow-white shiny katanas came out in unison, slashing at Zhang Yan's neck and waist one by one.

It can be seen that the two samurai are not deliberate, but it is more like a move performed by the same person, and the speed and strength of the two swords are almost the same.

It is certain that if Zhang Zhan was motionless, then the moment the first knife touched the skin on Zhang Zhan's neck, it also happened to be the time when the second knife hit Zhang Zhan's waist.

Under the persecution of two katana swords with monstrous killing intent, Zhang Chuan not only did not give birth to the ferocity of attacking and attacking with life, but laughed lightly.

I saw that the punch that burst out suddenly turned into a fist into a finger like an incredible fist, and the fingering of the flower overlapped layers of energy, and at the moment of the flash of light, he successfully entered the white blade empty-handed, and pinched the blade of the knife that stopped his neck.

Instead, Zhang Remnant pulled a belt, and blocked the knife that slashed at his waist in a thrilling and intolerable way at the last moment.

The sound of "dang" was as crisp as the evening drum and morning bell, and Zhang Yan only judged from the echo of this aftersound that the materials used to create these two knives were the best choice of refined steel.

"Bang" punched, shattering the sternum of the person on the left, but before the poor warrior could scream, the true qi that had been invaded by Zhang Yan shattered the five internal organs and died.

The other, however, was much more clever, drew his knife and retreated, and shouted, "Let's go together!"

After hearing this, Zhang Yan shook his head and smiled: "What about the so-called samurai spirit?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yan only felt a tightness on his body, and that calmness was immediately replaced by solemnity, because he was locked by a powerful qi machine.

It was none other than Ozawa Chi-Trail.

Ozawa's cultivation is by no means comparable to these ordinary samurai.

Therefore, he could sense Nie Ban's strength, and first focused his attention on Nie Ban's body with his arms folded on the side, and his eyes flashed with unprecedented caution.

Zhang Yan held the katana in his hand with his backhand, and said loudly: "Please also ask Brother Xiao Ze to forgive Zhang for the crime of being late for the banquet." ”

On the night when Ozawa Qijun killed Song Xiao, Ozawa Qijun luckily shouted Zhang Remnant's name to challenge Zhang Remnant, but Zhang Remnant was seriously injured at that time, so how could he be qualified to do anything with him! At the same time, Jin Qian obstructed it and knocked Zhang Remnant unconscious, so there was this "crime of being late to the banquet".

Ozawa Qijun's plan naturally hoped to take advantage of Zhang Xuan's injury to simply clean up Zhang Xuan and neatly complete the order of the Young Emperor's palace to destroy the sky.

Therefore, Zhang Zhan did not accept the challenge at that time, so he entrenched here and violently corpsed Song Xiao to force Zhang Zhan to appear.

As for now, although Nie Ban is by his side, although Ozawa Qijun is afraid, how can he take it to heart.

"Brother Zhang is sure to use a knife?" Ozawa Qijun said indifferently.

Zhang Yan smiled and said: "Brother Xiao Ze may not know that Zhang's use of a knife is not inferior to that of a sword. ”