Wearing a Taoist robe, with a broken right arm, walking in the tragic battlefield is like walking in a garden, without scruples and without different colors. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yuwen has no domineering deterrence, nor does he have otherworldly arrogance. It seems to be just an ordinary Taoist priest, nothing special. But wherever it goes, the crowd will unconsciously make way for it, unconsciously out of the way, just one step ahead, no more, no less.

No one bothered Zhang Yuwen, and no one seemed to have noticed him at all. He crossed the battlefield, but he was not stained with a trace of sin on his body, and he was clean when he came and left clean.

After walking another three miles through the battlefield, Zhang Yuwen stopped. "Come out, after following me for so long, it won't be passing by, right?"

"I'm not used to it, you used to cherish words like gold. A middle-aged man in a fast-catching suit stepped out slowly.

Zhang Yuwen said: "I'm not here to deal with the imperial court. You have no reason to fight me. ”

The middle-aged catcher nodded quickly: "You never talk nonsense with people, and you won't say a word more in order not to fight." It's just that as the number one master in the world and the number one master of the nine major forces, it is difficult for you to represent only yourself in every move. ”

Zhang Yuwen said: "Fengyun Pavilion has fallen to you, and it can be changed to the eight major forces." ”

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be punished. The middle-aged catcher quickly pulled out the knife, "Zhang Yuwen, you are the number one master in the world." You are alive, it is too bad for the imperial court. ”

Zhang Yuwen sighed, "No. 1 in the world, No. 1 in the world, in the final analysis, it's just No. 1 in the world." If there is no providence in the world, there is still contention. ”

This sentence carries a touch of sadness, the pleasure of middle-aged hunting, the sense of loneliness, and the sense of powerlessness.

"Since ancient times, it is difficult to ask the question of providence. "Catch a knife flower and make a gesture of please. "The title of the number one in the world is enough to shake the direction of the war. ”

Zhang Yuwen held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, nodded, and gestured slightly, "Since it is inevitable, I am in a hurry." ”

The middle-aged catcher did not feel angry at Zhang Yuwen's words, and recognized Zhang Yuwen in his heart for speaking in this tone, this kind of slightly contemptuous words. Because the man in the robe in front of him is the best in the world, even if he has a broken hand, he has enough glory to support his pride.

"Counter waterjet --- mainstay!"

The surface is very weak and ethereal, but the inside is extremely hard knife technique. The middle-aged catcher is known in the world as a one-handed anti-water knife, cutting the world unfairly, and has not been defeated since the knife was made.

The strong blade suppressed Zhang Yuwen's temperament, and he had the upper hand in the battle. But there was no joy on the face of the middle-aged catcher, just a fight, and he understood that today is more auspicious and less auspicious, and he will be defeated, and he will be defeated.

In the past, the reputation of being undefeated against the water knife was just that he really didn't fight Zhang Yuwen. The middle-aged catcher finally understood the reason why the emperor entrusted him never to fight against Zhang Yuwen. I also know that my forbearance in the past is the most correct choice.

Although the middle-aged catcher is not sure to be the number one master in the imperial court, it is definitely enough to rank in the top three. In the past, it has also fought many times with major forces, except for the first in the world to avoid fighting without fighting, and the second and third in the world are also fighting several times. And the fact that he has not been defeated after the success of the sword is not boasting, it is a fact! It is a decisive battle of life and death, and he is also confident that he will maintain at least five or five with anyone, and has the confidence of victory.

...... Before fighting Zhang Yuwen. Also, if it weren't for Zhang Yuwen's strength to subdue the crowd, he would not be so calm when he sat firmly in the first place in the world, and no one questioned it.

Although the middle-aged catcher does not have the confidence to win, although it is important to look at Zhang Yuwen's behavior, as long as he takes a step back, he will definitely be able to settle the dispute; although he .......

Although there are countless reasons to stop the hunt and continue to fight, in order to take care of the overall situation, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, and the big husband can bend and stretch....

However, the knife that caught fast did not become dull at all, but became more and more aggressive, obviously to fight Zhang Yuwen to the death.

"Counter waterjet --- mainstay!"

The bearer is more powerful than the last time, and this time even the surface weakness is swept away, and the inside and outside of the move are all rigid, without a trace of softness.

"Dao Shengyi. "The sword blocked the swift sword.

"One life two. The internal force was concentrated on the blade of the sword, and the sword was knocked back. The sword body is flowing with internal force, and the power is even greater.

"Two begets three. The sharp sword qi slammed out of its sheath. The sword qi is condensed but not dispersed, with the sword body as the handle, and the qi into the sword, forming three numbers.

"Three begets and all things. Zhang Yuwen took a step back, then pushed the sword forward, and the sword qi left his fingers. It's not one, it's ten thousand. The dense sword qi completely shrouded the middle-aged catcher quickly, leaving no life behind.

"Counter waterjet --- mainstay!"

Faced with the strong sense of oppression of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Qi, the middle-aged man did not retreat, he did not retreat but advanced, and struck out the third sword. This knife was even more resolute, and before it could be fully swung, the blade had already begun to shatter. At the end of the day, only the handle of the knife remains.

Although only the hilt remains, the power of this third knife should not be underestimated. Although he did not repel Zhang Yuwen's attack, he carved a way out for himself in the rain of swords.

Although he only swung three knives, the life of the middle-aged catcher seemed to have burned out, and the whole person was powerless, powerless, powerless.

"I, I lost. The few words are full of bitterness, unwillingness, and more regret.

Zhang Yuwen put away his sword, did not speak, and did not solve the arrest that was powerless to resist. Turn around and walk away.

"Wait. The middle-aged catcher shouted to Zhang Yuwen, who turned to leave. "It's not over yet, it's a bit arrogant. ”

Zhang Yuwen stopped, but did not turn around, "I have limited time, and the challenges one after another are too annoying." Don't force me to kill, I don't know many people, I don't want one less. ”

The middle-aged catcher said quickly, "Of course it's good to be alive, I still have a lot of things to do." The Emperor's entrustment, my ideal... Ahem"

said too quickly, the middle-aged man coughed up blood, but he insisted and insisted on saying, "I'm ashamed, when I first saw you, I still underestimated you." Later, the emperor asked me not to provoke you, but I was still not convinced. I... Ahem"

"I've always been rational and occasionally want to be casual. The middle-aged catcher paused for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief, "I also want to compete." ”

Zhang Yuwen turned around and said, "Catch the saint, let's talk about it...... You've always been called a Saint, and your full name is..."

"Hahaha" The Catcher laughed a few times, pulled the wound, and vomited blood, "Just call me the Catcher, anyway, I've been called for a lifetime, and I forgot my real name or something." It's just that you should know, just forget. It's okay to forget, I only have one name left, the Saint Catcher. ”

After laughing for a while, the catcher raised the knife, and his expression became serious, "The last knife, there is death and no life." ”

"Against the water knife--- there is no power to return to the sky!"

"Unable to return to the sky!" is still the same knife with only the hilt left. This knife carries the last life of the saint, and it is a knife that integrates a lifetime.

This knife is stronger than the previous three knives, and it is even more decisive.

When the sword is swung, one must fall.

It's just that in the end, it was the saint catcher who fell.

"Actually, you're pretty good. Hurry and stay here to waste time. It's just that the Tao is different... Do not conspire with each other. It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Zhang Yuwen silently looked at the corpse of the saint, sighed, and said indescribably lonely, "How can I not stay? How can I not see you off? There are fewer and fewer people in this world, and the distance from the world is getting farther and farther away." I have built the avenue, but what I have lost is ...... Human nature. ”