Two embroidered spring knives can be divided at the touch of a touch.
After all, Zhang Ren's sword was the sword of Mao Xiang, the first commander of the Jinyi Guards, so it was naturally much better than the ordinary Xiuchun sword.
Just this exchange of blows left a gap in Mo Danding's sword.
Mo calmly lowered his head and looked down. He didn't seem to care and just slashed towards Zhang Ren's ribs with a diagonal move.
Zhang Ren retracted his sword and defended, blocking the attack, but now he was too seriously injured. When he used the sword technique, he felt pain like tearing all over his body, and he staggered and almost fell down.
Mo Calm saw the right moment to attack, and at the same time he kept taunting: "Isn't Zhang Baihu very powerful? Didn't he win in the ring? Why are you so weak today? You guys are so weak. You noble sons, some of your strength is also used on women, how can you be as hardworking as us?"
Mo said calmly, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger.
Zhang Ren clenched his teeth and tried his best to resist, but the knife in his hand was still almost shaken away.
The two fought for another five or six rounds. Zhang Ren was suppressed so much that he could not use any of his attacking sword skills. He could only defend passively and struggled to hold on.
Just when he was about to lose his support, there was a crisp "ding" sound, and Mo Calm's knife broke in response.
Zhang Ren also got a chance to breathe. His sweat had soaked his robe, his chest was rising and falling violently, and he was panting non-stop.
Mo Danding looked at the broken knife in his hand, shook his head slightly, and said contemptuously: "I wonder what kind of extraordinary ability Zhang Baihu has, to be able to make my brother fight to the death, but now it seems that it is nothing more than It's just relying on the strength of the weapon, Zhang Ren, you are far from my opponent, why not just die, so that I can step one step closer on your body."
Zhang Ren had the kind of temperament that would never give up. He spat at Mo Dingding and said, "Bah! My life is here! If you have the ability, come and take it!"
Mo curled his lips calmly and said: "You are so stubborn! I am tired of playing. Why do I need to kill you? You guys come to me! Greet Zhang Baihu well, and there is no need to greet Zhang Baihu too well and chop him into pieces. Mud is pretty good!"
As soon as Mo Calm finished speaking, the Jin Yiwei who came with him immediately drew out the Xiuchundao from their waists and attacked Zhang Ren.
Zhang Ren clenched his hand tightly, shouted and raised his knife to greet him.
These Jin Yiwei are all Mo Danding's subordinates. They usually obey Mo Danding's orders. They are also quite skilled in cooperating with each other. Even if their individual combat effectiveness is not strong, their cooperation is enough to make Zhang Ren drink a pot. .
Zhang Ren was also not afraid of death, and just wanted to vent out all his recent dissatisfaction with the court. The pain in his body could not hinder him, but could only arouse his courage and make his mind more clear.
Zhang Ren knew that in his current state, at most he and the others in front of him would suffer losses, but there was still Mo Ding on the other side. After all, the balance of victory had completely tilted towards the opposite side.
Zhang Ren is not afraid of death, but for some reason now, Xu Haoyuan's figure is all in his mind. I haven't told Miss Xu a story yet. I'm afraid this agreement can't be fulfilled, right?
Then the figure of Han Qin appeared in Zhang Ren's mind again. I have to say that this girl is quite pretty, but she is probably still angry now, right? Eh? How could I think of this great aunt? No, no, it’s better to think more about Miss Xu.
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Taking advantage of Zhang Ren's distraction, a guard in Jinyi took advantage of his unpreparedness and scratched his calf with a knife.
The wound was not deep, but it bled a lot. Zhang Ren also staggered and fell to his knees on one leg.
Several Jinyi guards cooperated skillfully with each other, and at the same time they raised their embroidered spring swords and slashed at Zhang Ren.
Naturally, Zhang Ren would not sit still and wait for death. He stretched out his sword and blocked several attacks. At the same time, he couldn't help but curse in his heart. In the past, nothing good happened when he met Han Qin. Now, even thinking about it makes him hurt. What a sin. But I will probably die here today, right? It doesn’t matter anymore, hey.
Several Jinyi guards secretly used their strength to push Zhang Ren's body lower and lower. Zhang Ren gritted his teeth and blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. An unwilling voice came from his throat. He finally endured the severe pain and forcibly moved.
The internal energy in his body gathered the few internal energy on the blade, and he supported his body to stand up.
He shouted loudly, exerted force with his arms, and directly pushed away all the Jinyi guards. At the same time, he slashed with his sword and took away two of Mo Ding's men.
Zhang Ren's counterattack really shocked everyone. The remaining Jin Yiwei looked at each other, but they didn't dare to take the lead.
Mo Dingding, who was a little further away, also widened his eyes. He didn't think it was a pity that his men were dead. He could even kill his own brother, so why bother with the lives of a few of his men? He just didn't expect Zhang Ren to be able to fight back in the situation just now.
Mo Mo calmly applauded, walked slowly to Zhang Ren and said, "It seems that I underestimated Zhang Baihu. I didn't expect that Zhang Baihu actually has the strength to kill my men."
As he spoke, he looked at the blood at the corner of Zhang Ren's mouth, then at Zhang Ren's still bleeding calf, and continued: "I just don't know how much Zhang Baihu's blood can be shed?"
Zhang Ren didn't know how much blood he could still shed, but he knew that now he really didn't have any internal strength at all, and his body could still bear it if he moved. If he did it with someone, the pain in his body would be I'm afraid it could hurt him to death.
But at this moment, the teams from the City Patrol Department and the Zuojun Street Patrol rushed over. However, when they saw that both sides of the fight were Jin Yiwei, their momentum immediately softened a lot.
Mo calmly looked at the surrounding city patrol officers and soldiers of the Zuo Army, took out the Jin Yiwei waist badge from his pocket and said: "Don't interfere with the Jin Yiwei affairs!"
These soldiers were a little embarrassed for a moment. After all, they were responsible for the order and defense of Yingtian Mansion. It was their job to prevent fighting in the city, but the other party was a royal guard. What should they do?
For a time, these people were neither advancing nor retreating.
At this time, I saw a figure walking out of the crowd. He took a few steps forward and said to Zhang Ren, "Zhang Baihu, is this a coincidence? Why are you injured like this?"
When Zhang Ren saw this man, he knew that he might not die today.
Mo Dingding, who was on the side, frowned, looking quite unhappy, and said, "Didn't you hear that we are Jin Yiwei? Get out of here!"
But this man picked out his ear, turned around, looked at Mo Dingding, and said, "Are the Jin Yiwei great? I am still the first arrester in the government office! I just heard that someone was fighting here, is it you?"
Mo Ding had a fierce look on his face, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch a few times. This was the first time he encountered someone who dared not give Jin Yiwei face. He only heard him say in a cold voice: "You dare to stop Jin Yiwei, don't say you are just Even Ying Tianfu Yin cannot afford to be punished by a headhunter!"
But this man didn't give Mo Ding Ding any face. He tilted his head and asked Mo Ding Ding, "Do you think I, Lin Ling, am scared?"
Night rivers and lakes.
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