Zhu San stood in front of Zhou Budo, and he didn't see how to move, and saw a futile killing intent come out, stabbing Zhou Budo's face with a burst of pain. In the eyes of others, Zhu San's actions just now are at most impressive: "What a handsome light skill." But in Zhou Budo's eyes, where is this person jumping over? It was simply a strange beast in the wilderness, one by one, Qiqi jumped in front of him and roared at himself. But let him be a poor stranger or a high-ranking official, they are all enemies. Since it is an enemy, then there is no need to release these unnecessary emotions of fear. Not to mention that although Zhou Budo's internal strength and martial arts are not as good as Zhu San's, this qi cultivation kung fu is indeed first-class, although there is something in his heart, but on his face, he doesn't have a strange look at all.

looked at Zhou Budo's immobile appearance. Zhu San really admired it in his heart, those opponents he met in the past were not good, and they were directly scared to death and frightened crazy. Some of them are also crazy, and even better ones are shocked by their own artistic conception, the more they fight, the more they fight, the harder they fight, and they can't use sixty percent of their skills. There are also some people who have also practiced their artistic conception, but if they can think of Zhou Budo being so calm in their own artistic conception, they will never be a slap.

Zhou Budo was also shocked, he didn't know how many people this Zhu San had killed, so he combined this murderous aura with his spirit and spirit to condense it into the poor strange artistic conception of this master killing, and he had cultivated to such a point. Zhu Sanli stood opposite Zhou Budo, Zhou Budo felt this the deepest, this kind of spiritual attack that was not the art of war was the most difficult, once it hit himself, with his current cultivation, it would be a mad end.

Zhou Budo felt the pressure coming out of Zhu San's body getting bigger and stronger and stronger, and the artistic conception of the corpse mountain and sea of blood was like a thousand troops, and he kept pressing on him.

I saw Zhou Budo suddenly step out of his left foot and stand in front of him, his right leg was bent into a lunge, his body was leaning over, bent into a large inclined bow, the wide sleeved robe of the Confucian shirt made a bowl sound, opened outward, turned the sword in his right hand, and stroked out the palm of his left hand against the hilt of the sword, but the tip of the sword was facing Zhu San, and the purple sword suddenly forced up. Zhu San suddenly felt a sword intent stabbed on his body, and he praised in his heart: "Sure enough, you have obtained the supreme sword intent, otherwise, how can you use this sword intent to such an extent!"

said that it was eating, but when Zhu San was full of emotion, Zhou Budo had already arrived in front of him, silently used Xuangong, and stabbed it down with a sword.

"It's going to be a little bit, a little bit, a little bit. I'm about to be stabbed. "The speed of the Ziying Sword is extremely fast, and it is about to stab Zhu San in an instant. But at the moment when the tip of the sword was about to pierce Zhu San's brocade clothes, there was a "bell", and a bright and slightly dark red sword knocked the Ziying sword aside, and before Zhou Budo could react, the blade of this treasure knife slashed at Zhou Budo's left arm with the sound of the wind. The speed made Zhou Budo have no time to react, if it weren't for the strength of the body protection, Zhou Budo subconsciously deviated, I'm afraid that one arm would come down like this. But even if he didn't get down, it was enough to choke, and Zhou Budo said "oops", and a bloody cut appeared on his left arm. The wound was so deep that it almost hurt the muscles and bones. However, Zhu San was not comfortable either, was the Zixia sword so easy to pick up? The blue and red color on his face changed five or six times before he stopped. Zhu San exhaled a long breath, and there seemed to be a bit of purple in his breath.

Red and purple, this is to describe a person who is extremely favored by the emperor, and it is also to express the important minister who is about to rise to the top of the imperial pyramid. For Zhu San, both are basically accounted for. And the more people he killed, the redder his clothes became, and the more diligent he was in changing his clothes. Of course, when it comes to red and purple here, it is not to say that Zhu San is noble and favored, but to say that Zhu San's treasure knife.

Zhu San is a thousand households in Jinyi, and he used to be the thirteenth Taibao when he was in Yongle Qiandi, and his kung fu was not like a martial arts person, practiced in the green mountains and green waters, and in the secluded bamboo forest, it was killed alive from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, how many people Zhu San has killed in his life, I'm afraid even he doesn't know it. I don't know how many Mongolian Tartars, Jianwen generals, officials of this dynasty and even ordinary people fell under his precious sword. I don't know if it's because of the age or because of something else. The sword turned from bright white to a little red, and some of it moved closer to purple.

Zhou Budo retreated suddenly, and stopped the bleeding at the acupoint. stopped the bleeding, and Zhou Budo looked at Zhu San: "Qianhu is really a good means, Zhou has suffered such a big loss in the hands of Qianhu since his debut." The Thirteen Taibao really live up to its name. ”

"Each other, no one has ever been able to keep an arm under my trick. Zhu San said lightly, he is not afraid of Zhou Budo delaying time, Zhou Budo can't escape, this is the strength of the huge gap, and the unparalleled confidence it brings him. "Do you want to come again?" Seeing Zhou Budo pointing at himself, Zhu San asked. Looking at Zhou Budo's resolute expression, Zhu San knew that he had asked in vain, did this kind of thing really only appear in the drama without a fight. Zhu San smiled self-deprecatingly, and swung it over with a light sword, 'Split Huashan', the power of that treasure knife is really like the mountain-opening axe in Erlang Zhenjun's hand to split Zhou Budo in half at once.

Zhou Budo did not dodge, his right hand shook, and the Ziying sword danced out of the sword flowers, each sword was pointed at the weak point of Zhu Sanbao's knife, not only dissolving the power of Zhu San's sword, but returning it.

Zhu San felt a strong force coming from the blade, just reaching the node where his true qi was running, and hurriedly took a few steps back. Sure enough, it was killed in the sea of corpses and blood, and the true qi was calmed down in an instant. Zhu San's heart was ruthless, and the knife came out from his waist and smashed into Zhou Budo's chest.

This move Zhou Budo really looks at, although it looks so powerless, as if he can't even cut the cotton cloth on his body, but the power contained in it is actually stronger than Fang Cai's knife. If you do get hurt by a blade, I'm afraid it's not just a matter of injury. Zhou Budo retreated for more than ten steps, but saw that Zhu San's knife suddenly became a side split, slashing at his waist, if he was slashed, it would really be a knife and two cuts. Thinking of the tragic situation of those who were beheaded, Zhou Budo blocked in a panic, but in a hurry, where could he lift up how much strength? In the end, Zhu San's sword was blocked, and the Ziying sword was also beaten ten zhang away.

"It seems that Zhu San won, Mr. Zhou can rest assured, Zhu San will not report this matter to the imperial court and implicate Huashan. Zhu San said lightly.

"Then I'll leave everything to Qianhu. The victory and defeat have been divided, although Zhou Budo also thought of this result, but he didn't expect that he would lose so badly.

Thinking that the night was long and dreamy, Zhu San was too lazy to talk nonsense, and was about to stab Zhou Budo, but he heard a voice from behind: "Are you going to rebel?" Zhu San heard that something was wrong, thinking that anyway, Zhou Budo couldn't make any big waves now that the long sword fell to the ground and was seriously injured, he turned his head to see what was going on, who knew that the scene he saw made his eyes split. "Rat dares!"

It turned out that the people he brought were surrounded by Ling Xiao and the others! Although the Jinyi guards brought by Zhu San were all good players, none of them could stop Ling Xiao, if they were just Ling Xiao alone, Ling Xiao would not be able to do anything under their siege. How do you know that Lingxiao has more people than them, I don't know how much, with the containment of these people, they can still besiege? I can only watch Lingxiao take down their people one by one.

Zhu San pondered that Zhou Budo was seriously injured, and he couldn't be a demon anymore, so he wanted to go over to help solve the siege. Just as he was about to go over, he thought about it and went to pick up the Ziying Sword. If this sword was in Zhou Budo's hand, Zhu San was still not at ease in his heart, although Zhou Budo was seriously injured, but if he had a sword in his hand, the ghost knew what would happen. For the sake of safety, Zhu San still took Ziying Sword away. Zhu San felt that everything was foolproof, so he was ready to clean up the group of grass robbers who dared to offend Jinyiwei.

The plan is very good, but will Zhou Budo give him this opportunity?

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