"The junior doesn't know the height of the sky, so let the old man teach you the rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

Zhang Zheng said so, where can these people endure it, Huashan Painting passed directly over everyone without wind, holding a cyan iron sword in his hand, simple and unpretentious.

"My predecessors are willing to teach, but I can't ask for it. Zhang Zheng dismounted, and without mentioning the saber, the two sides retreated separately to make way for an open space.

Seeing him bare-handed, Hua Wufeng's face immediately became gloomy, and he said angrily: "Junior, are you planning to fight me with your bare hands?"

No wonder he is angry, the duel between the rivers and lakes, weapons account for a very important part, unless the gap between the two sides is too big, he will never take the initiative to give up weapons, Zhang Zheng's actions are naked contempt in his eyes.

"Naturally not, I heard that your swordsmanship is excellent, and the official has newly cultivated swordsmanship, and I hope to have a good fight with the seniors, and point out the shortcomings in the swordsmanship of the juniors. Zhang Zheng said lightly, then turned his head to look at Emei and said: "There is still a lack of a sword in my hand, I don't know which woman in Emei is willing to lend me a messenger." ”

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Everyone was speechless, and Master Xiaoyue raised his hand and waved, his robe wrapped up in the long sword of the disciple behind him, and flew towards him.

Zhang Zheng raised his hand to catch the iron sword, the sword was three feet long, the scabbard was pure white, the hilt of the sword was wrapped with white silk threads, and the tail was still hung with a sword spike, which looked like a thing from his daughter's family.

"Thank you, Mrs. Shi. He hugged his fists and said, Xiaoyue smiled back, but the owner of this sword was a little shy, and a pair of beautiful eyes peeked at it from time to time.

"Boy, I also have the sword, it's hard to delay time. The painting sneered.

If Zhang Zheng used a knife, he would still be afraid of three points, but in terms of swordsmanship, in this river and lake, he can still rank in the top ten, and there will never be many people who can win the painting without wind.

Few of the martial arts people present believed that Zhang Zheng could win, what they were afraid of was Jinyiwei, in the end, there were not many masters who really died under him, these people had never fought against Zhang Zheng, otherwise they would not think so.

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"That's it. He took off his cloak and carried his sheathed iron sword to the opposite side of the painting Wufeng.

"Get out of the sword, junior. "Draw no air duct.

Zhang Zheng did not shirk, his right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, his thumb moved, a chilling cold light appeared, and the iron sword was in the air, tearing through the air, and slashing away with a piercing killing intent.

"Hiss"

"What a quick swordsmanship. ”

"This person's swordsmanship must not be weak. ”

"Draw the old man to underestimate the enemy. ”

With just this sword, the heads of the seven major factions were shocked, leaving only a faint white light in the air, and their eyes couldn't even catch the sword body.

Although the painting Wufeng is a little nonsense, but the strength is still there, at the last moment, the whole body retreated half a step, the iron sword grazed his neck, the cold blade made his hair tremble, and his scalp was numb.

"I actually dodged it, my predecessor is very good. Zhang Zheng quipped. Then he took out the sword again, and the slender iron sword stabbed straight ahead, silently, only a little cold, like a peach blossom in the long spring rain, beautiful and chic.

This sword is the sword of Emei's disciples, it is narrower and thinner than the conventional swords on the rivers and lakes, if he uses a little force and collides a few times, he will break if he is not sure, so his swordsmanship is biased towards weirdness and speed.

"The Rising Sun"

Painting without wind and a loud sound, the iron sword in his hand is the same straight stab, and he is indomitable, which is the first style of Chaoyang swordsmanship.

"Good spirit. Zhang Zheng's wrist moved, the tip of the sword shook, and a circle of sword flowers was pulled, and countless sword shadows surrounded the painting without wind.

Attacking instead of defending, painting the windless sword is self-defeating, and can only be brought into his rhythm.

"Brush Brush Brush"

The dots under his feet were connected, his figure jumped, and an iron sword was strange and inexplicable, changing in myriads, firmly suppressing the windless sword momentum.

The master made a move, lost half of the opportunity and lost half, and he could only try his best to defend without carelessness.

Zhang Zheng fought more and more smoothly, the sword momentum was like flowing water, gushing endlessly, there was no obscurity, but it was him, every sword was suppressed, and the more he fought, the more uncomfortable it became.

Although Zhang Zheng's swordsmanship was learned from Wudang, his swordsmanship at this time was faintly out of the shackles, although there was still a trace of the imprint of the demon swordsmanship, but many moves were in the mind, and the inspiration flashed.

The two iron swords collided and made a pleasant sound, and a spark appeared from time to time, and in a short period of time, there were more than a hundred moves in the fight.

The other martial arts masters all sweated for Hua Wufeng, and the clothes on the old man's body were cut several times, and there were two bloodshots on his face.

Painting Wufeng was frightened, Zhang Zheng's sword momentum became more and more rounded, and he couldn't find a flaw at all.

"Tempest swordsmanship. ”

The iron sword in the old man's hand slammed violently, forcibly knocking his long sword away, and then the sword momentum in the hand of the painting Wufeng changed suddenly, and the iron sword waved, bringing up a dense sword shadow, rolling up a violent wind.

"Flying sand and rocks. "This is the ability to draw a windless housekeeper, the iron sword rolled up the sand and stones, broke the sword curtain of Zhang Zheng, and cut off the head, the powerful sword wind made the air a little heavier, and everyone didn't dare to breathe too much, and a pair of eyes stared at the two people in the field.

It's about to be decided who wins and who loses.

"Good moves, it seems that the Huashan faction still has a foundation. Zhang Zheng said secretly, he had already made up his mind, and he must go to the library of the Huashan faction in the future.

"Edgeworth's subduing demons. He muttered to himself, and then the iron sword shook, and the sword body suddenly blurred, which was caused by too fast speed, just a breath, he swung out thirty swords, flying sand and stones were torn apart, and finally thirty swords were returned to one sword, the cold blade broke through the windless sword momentum, and a little cold fell on the center of his eyebrows, just a little bit, he could kill him.

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The winner is decided.

"Senior, admit it. Zhang Zheng put the iron sword in his hand back into the sheath and hugged his fist.

"I lost. After saying three words, the spirit of the whole person withered.

Thinking about it, in front of so many people, losing to a junior, his future reputation is almost over.

"Boy, who is your master?" he asked unwillingly.

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"The name of the family teacher is secret, it is inconvenient to inform, and I hope that the predecessor Haihan. ”

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Painting the windless Rickets returned to the camp of the Huashan faction, and Zhang Zheng turned around and sent the iron sword to Master Xiaoyue.

"Thank you for borrowing the sword. ”

Xiaoyue took the iron sword and said with a smile: "You don't have to be modest, if you can teach an apprentice like you, presumably your master will not be an unknown person, maybe he has some relationship with Emei." ”

He nodded, it can be regarded as a default, just kidding, his swordsmanship was learned from Qinghe, and in the whole world, who else can be more famous than the sword immortal.

Zhang Zheng didn't know if Xiaoyue had seen something, but since she didn't say it explicitly, it meant that she had no malicious intent, and she didn't bother to say anything, so she caused unnecessary trouble.

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"Next, if anyone else wants to come and ask me for an explanation, this official is waiting here, and if you want to come, hurry up. ”

Zhang Zheng said to the rest of the people with a steel knife.

Several major forces, you look at me, I look at you, no one wants to make a move, only the Huashan faction and the Emei faction lean aside.

Xiaoyue obviously has no intention of making a move, and as for Huashan, she is already out.

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"I'm here to ask Master Zhang for an explanation. The old man of the Jiangnan Green Forest League, who had spoken before, stood up.

"The adults killed my son and arrested my disciple, I don't ask for an explanation today, and I don't have the face to mess around in the rivers and lakes. ”

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"Zhang Zuoyun, is it?"