"It's easy to say, under Zhao Zhilong, it's..."

Zhao Zhilong arched his hand and explained to the knife.

"Who are you, take the frost knife in my hand, it's not too late!"

Dao Crazy Song looked at Zhao Zhilong with a playful expression, interrupting his self-introduction.

"Aren't you all so arrogant in the Xingchen Pavilion, and you can't distinguish between right and wrong? I really feel sorry for Yu'er, but it's a pity that she has become famous for a lifetime!"

Zhao Zhilong was also angry at the moment, and the clay man was also angry, not to mention him? Thinking about Nangong Yuyu's diligence over the years, how could he not be angry.

"Shut up! Don't slander the Nangong Protector!"

The frost knife in the knife maniac singer suddenly slashed out, and the cold cold light made people dare not look at it directly.

How did Zhao Zhilong expect to sigh for a while, the other party burst into action, and for a while, the sword light was blazing, and the sky was full of sword shadows, and they all pressed towards him.

The spear in his hand turned into a curtain of gunfire, and the plums flew with the wind, flashing and cold. The sound of the exchange of fire is endless, and the tip of the gun is always with the blade.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves, and the sword sang desperately, gradually suppressing Zhao Zhilong and being at a disadvantage.

Zhao Zhilong's gun body twisted, and he didn't keep his hand, an inch long, an inch strong, although he was at a disadvantage, he advanced and retreated to a certain extent, attacked and defended freely, and the gun was sleek, keeping the blade out of the gun curtain.

"Good!"

After another move, the two separated their bodies and looked at Zhao Zhilong excitedly, at this moment. He was completely provoked by Zhao Zhilong, and as soon as the blade changed, the sky was full of swords and shadows for a while.

The knife is awe-inspiring, and there is no advance or retreat. One knife after another, one style is faster than one style, the moves are connected from end to end, borrowing strength to fight, gathering momentum and attacking, and becoming stronger and stronger.

"Thirteen Styles of Chasing the Wind", Zhao Zhilong's face suddenly became heavy.

The name of "Thirteen Styles of Chasing the Wind" is known to everyone on the rivers and lakes.

If the opponent's move is interrupted or cracked before the sword is not completed, by the time the thirteenth form is finalized, its power is more than double that of the original wall, and the ghosts and gods are shocked when the knife is released.

Don't think about it in a hurry, the gun momentum in Zhao Zhilong's hand has changed again and again, defending less and attacking more. The two of them pointed to each other. The big knife against the spear, and the fight was not to be said.

"Back to the pistol!"

Zhao Zhilong's figure retreated again and again, and he suddenly took a few steps back, but his body swept towards the outside of the Star Pavilion.

How could the knife mad song give up, and step out, suddenly it was the top light footwork on the rivers and lakes, shrinking into inches.

Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and Zhao Zhilong, who was fleeing, suddenly turned around, and the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, which was the dragon in "Panlong Shooting".

Knife Crazy Song clasped his hands together, held the frost knife in his hand, and slashed towards the oncoming shocking shot.

The long knife sliced through the sky, making a buzzing sound.

"Zheng!"

The blade and the tip of the spear collided, making a deafening humming sound that lasted for a long time.

"Tread, tread, stride!"

The two took a few steps back before they stood firm, but Zhao Zhilong was poised to make a move, and Dao Crazy Song hurriedly counterattacked and made a judgment.

"Panlong Shooting", you are Yang Wu's general Zhao Zhilong. You didn't just do it more than twenty years ago..."

Dao Crazy Song looked at Zhao Zhilong with a shocked expression, he didn't expect that a person who had died more than twenty years ago would appear in front of him.

"Who trespassed into my Star Pavilion! Crazy Song of the Sword! You, the helmsman, are so good at giving birth to a breeze and letting people enter my Star Pavilion branch!"

A thin old man with crane hair and a childish face and coarse linen clothes. With his hands on his back, he came slowly, and appeared in front of the two in a blink of an eye.

"I've seen Elder Wuxin! I've seen Master!"

Everyone bowed in unison, and the sword mad song knelt on the ground, looking at his master with a guilty face, the previous helmsman, and now the elder of the outer gate of the Kyushu branch of the Xingchen Pavilion had no intention.

"It's you who trespass into my Star Pavilion and disturb the old man's cultivation!"

Wuxin looked at Zhao Zhilong indifferently, and the high-ranking person who had been in a high position all the year round was full of momentum, and he was not angry and arrogant.

The old man's eyes made Zhao Zhilong drenched in cold sweat, and he felt like he would be killed in the palm of his hand in the next second.

It can be seen that the old man's use of momentum can be called the pinnacle.

"Down there..."

Zhao Zhilong's voice was a little dry, he was not afraid of death, more than 20 years ago, he died once, and he was afraid of living up to her expectations.

"I didn't ask who you are? Who are you and what do you have to do with the old man? The old man only asks you, yes, or no!"

waved his hand unintentionally, and impatiently interrupted Zhao Zhilong's self-introduction, with a cold face.

At this moment, Zhao Zhilong's temper could no longer be suppressed, and since he had not even stepped into the Xingchen Pavilion branch, he had made things difficult in every way, and since then, one after another high-level officials of the Xingchen Pavilion branch have treated him as a prisoner without asking the reason, and acted recklessly.

"Yes and what!

Zhao Zhilong laughed angrily, looking at Wuxin with a sarcastic expression.

"Okay! What if it's good! What if it's not!"

Wuxin is also angry at the moment, the person in front of him is too arrogant, how many years has he been. I have never met such a cross-arrogant person.

"Die!"

Suddenly, Wuxin's face turned cold, and he wanted to kill Zhao Zhilong to set an example, he wanted to let the world know. Xingchen Pavilion is not something that anyone can break into if they want to.

"Urgent report! Yangzhou Branch Oriental General Manager Urgent Report!"

At this moment, a star descendant rushed to him.

Without waiting for the knife to react, he moved his body unintentionally, snatched the carrier pigeon from the hand, removed the bamboo tube under his feet, and took out a note of information to read it!

"What? Money Valley is ruined!"

Unintentionally lost his voice, and then looked at the knife madness with an angry face.

"Why don't you report to me something so important?"

Wuxin has the heart to kill himself at this moment!

"This! Qian Gu has always been an enemy of my Star Pavilion, and the Dharma Protector is merciful and doesn't care! If it's ruined, it's ruined! I saw that you were in retreat, so I didn't bother you!"

Knife Crazy Song didn't know why the master was so angry because of this matter, and said cautiously. But in his heart, he didn't think so, thinking that he was making a big fuss.

"You!

I really want to chop the knife at this moment, and I have already confessed, if there is anything in the money valley, I will report it to myself, and now it is good, the Yangzhou branch knows about it, and blames it. He had no intention but was kept in the dark.

"Whew!"

There was a strong wind beside him, but it was Zhao Zhilong who learned that the Money Valley had been destroyed from his unintentional exclamation, and he woke up at this moment and wanted to take the information in his hands to see what was going on.

Unintentionally upright, thinking that Zhao Zhilong took the opportunity to sneak attack, he didn't think about it, he just hit it with one palm.

"Bang!

This palm hit Zhao Zhilong's chest and landed on it. His body flew out at a faster speed than when he came, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and he suddenly withered.

Wuxin's palm was hateful, and Zhao Zhilong was defenseless, he only wanted to see the information in his hand, otherwise with his strength, he would not be hit by Wuxin and seriously injured.