"Come again!"

Brush..................

Zhao Gou's hands raised backwards, tightened the sword in his hand, and slashed at Xu Jia's waist again, threatening to cut Xu Jia's waist and back with a sword.

But Xu Jia was thinking about this strangeness in his heart.

"Brush..."

Suddenly, seeing the sword slashing, Xu Jia suddenly decided at this moment to abandon his flexible use of moves, and follow the routine of the Flying Dragon Sword, and deal with it one by one, to see what kind of situation the Dao would have.

The second style, the flying dragon three backhands!

With a backhand, half turned, the sword was erected on the back, Xu Jia bowed his back slightly, "When...", the steel hard sword and the Microsoft blade of the Seven Star Sword were fiercely handed over in the wind, and suddenly a spark splashed.

While...!

Xu Jia's back shook, and the battle sword was immediately flicked away slightly.

But that's enough, Xu Jia raised his leg and kicked Zhao Gou's chest with a "bang", "hiss............" Zhao Gou is one meter eight or nine, nearly two hundred pounds of figure, his feet can't even grasp the ground, and the whole person slipped and withdrew five or six steps away.

Thanks to Zhao Gou, who was holding a sword in both hands at the time, he was blocking his chest with one arm, otherwise this foot was stuffed on his chest, and he would have to vomit blood immediately.

In this way, Xu Jia still cares about keeping his hand, otherwise he will kick somewhere else, or he will change his kick to kick, in case he kicks to the weakest place of the man, then Zhao Gouke wants to cry without tears, no children and grandchildren, and he is smiling and generous.

Of course, Xu Jia wouldn't be so indiscriminate.

But Zhao Gou was sweating profusely.

One arm is broken.

Suddenly, Zhao Gou was surging with shame and indignation, as if he had been complacent about acting Ze before, and this became a monkey show in the hall.

Again!

"General Xu, you don't have to keep your hands!" he said as if to cheer himself up, took two big steps, and quickly crossed the distance between the two of them with a little afterimage, swung his sword over the top, fierce as a wolf, and slashed down viciously, "Look at the sword!"

"Brush!"

Xu Jia smiled and looked at Zhao Gou's armor-piercing and helmet rushing over and swinging his sword to slash down, and said in his heart, "Don't be merciful." ”

Thinking about it, the second backhand, Xu Jia reversed the sword and raised his arm to block, "Huh!"

Xu Jia's upper body sank slightly, his legs were like springs, and with the power of rebound, he raised one foot upward, and in an instant, he passed through the gap between his arms and kicked on Zhao Gou's chin.

I saw that Zhao Gou's whole person leaned back fiercely, becoming a broken bridge bent in the air, and finally fell to the ground with a "poof".

All the generals have is stunned and deeply unbearable and staring.

Zhao Gou gritted his teeth, and he didn't know where the power came from, he flicked up, turned into a remnant again, and pointed the sword at Xu Jia's heart is a sword, piercing it will be penetrated, and it will die if it is penetrated, and under the extreme shame, Zhao Gou has already begun to make a black hand.

He didn't understand why he could kill the enemy and drink blood in tens of millions of troops, and the sword skills that he had repeatedly succeeded in your desperate life-and-death battles would not work when he arrived at Xu Jia, and he didn't even have a chance to show it, which made him how not to be ashamed and how not to be angry, in front of everyone, how could he be embarrassed.

At this moment, he had the heart to kill Xu Jia with a sword.

Of course, Xu Jia could also see his anger, but after these few collisions, he repeatedly dismantled Zhao Gou's moves, and the strangeness in his heart at this time also completely understood what was going on.

Thinking of this, Xu Jia couldn't help but glance at the gentleman who was sitting and watching.

Lao Tzu shook his head slightly, and Xu Jia immediately understood the divine meeting.

Suddenly, he no longer held his backhand, held the sword, spread his right arm, and then turned on the spot, dodged the stabbing blade in the rotation, and the hilt of the sword slammed into Zhao Gou's head, and the helmet flew immediately, and the person also "......... and " The momentum was not stopped, and the last one was unbearable, and the "bang" slammed into the dining table of a general, and the "bang, clang" food bowl and wine bottle fell and rolled on the person.

"Eh, General Zhao is fine!" the man hurriedly picked up Zhao Gou.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhao Gou shook it off and said, "I'm fine, don't pull me!" he said as he made a gesture again.

"Zhao Gou!!" Yin Xi, who was sitting up, suddenly stopped.

"My lord..."Zhao Gou wanted to say something.

"Stand down!" Yin Xi ordered angrily.

"Yes!" Zhao Gou gasped, so he could only do it.

At this time, Zhao Gou didn't have the face to stay in the hall anymore, so he directly retreated.

In the evening afterwards, under the bright moon, Zhao Gou sat alone on the side of the graveyard on the side of the mountain, without looking at anyone's tombstone, just drinking the stuffy wine in the gourd one by one, but there seemed to be endless words in his heart.

Maybe later, he also saw a little bit of the door in the battle.

"Sir, why didn't you call me to cost him on the spot?"

Xu Jia stood behind Mr. with a sword and said.

The father-killing enemy of the gentleman is his enemy.

When Lao Tzu's father was killed in battle with the Chu army, it is self-evident that now he thinks that the "Flying Dragon Sword" guarded by his hometown is only aimed at Zhao Gou's family swordsmanship.

Lao Tzu is a person who absolutely respects his promises, and now he has begun to work on a book of great truth, and the starting point is still the Tao Te Ching, but think about adding a real word in front of the scriptures.

After Lao Tzu finished writing the four characters of the Tao Te Ching, he sighed and said: "The biological mother is gone, and people will be hated, and maybe he doesn't know it himself, so what does he care about it, let him go." ”

Xu Jia frowned, his face full of disbelief.

Lao Tzu looked back and straightened his head with a smile.

"Dangdang..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Xu Jia thought that Guan Yin was coming again, so he went over to open the door.

"Squeak..." Xu Jia was stunned, but it was not Guan Yin outside the door.

"Haha, General Xu didn't sleep, did he?"

Meng Yang smiled and arched his hand.

"Well, didn't you sleep either. ”

Xu Jia smiled and asked, "Oh, Guan Yin sent you to find Mr., right?"

"Haha, this time General Xu guessed wrong. ”

"That's...?" Xu Jia wondered, it was the first time that someone had let Mr. not look for him.

"I'm here for you?"

"Looking for me? hehe, interesting, you didn't come to fight with me, did you?"

"Oh, let me have a few guts, Meng Mou will bow down if he doesn't fight, you see, it's this..."Meng Yang said and held out a large lacquered red gourd with both hands, and it was still gurgling in it for a while.

"Wine?"

"Ahh To drink or not to drink?"

Xu Jia turned his head and looked at the gentleman who was in a daze, and then nodded solemnly and said, "Drink!"

Wine, the men are all good at this small sip, Xu Jia didn't take advantage of the fish before, but he was really a little hungry and panicked.

"Where are you going to drink?" Xu Jia stepped out and gently closed the door.

"me!"

The two went quietly, and had a beautiful supper, the two drank and talked, most of them were in the army, and Xu Jia himself had no story to tell.

When he came back, Xu Jia didn't drink much, and thought about taking a big shovel from Meng Yang.

Meng Yang asked him what he was doing.

Xu Jia only joked with him and said, "Bury people...", so he went to the cemetery on the side of the mountain, found a convenient place, and secretly dug a pit that could really bury people.

Then he squatted in and buried himself.

The reason for doing this is that Xu Jia heard Meng Yang say that Zhao Gou usually sits on the edge of the cemetery in the morning and evening, drinking for a while with a lot of worries, and no one knows what he is muttering about, and he has never talked about his thoughts to anyone.

Xu Jia suspected that Zhao Gou might be a spy buried by the Chu State in the Great Zhou army.