Sword King Wei Sanren fell to the ground seriously injured and vomited blood. He looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him with an expression of disbelief.
Zhang Zhenghe glanced at Zhang Zhengyang, who had been shot dead, and then at Wei Sanren, who could not afford to be seriously injured, and asked in a deep voice to the middle-aged man in front of him: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man smiled calmly: "Master Zhang is still on the Huangquan Road to ask King Yama."
Zhang Zhenghe asked coldly: "Did Zhu Donglai send you to kill me?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Just take it as such." He neither admitted nor denied it.
Zhang Zhenghe sneered: "Do you really think that by killing me, you can destroy Zhang Clan? You are too naive.
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The reason why the Zhang Clan is powerful is because all the branches of the branch families are high-ranking. It is not just the Zhang family in Suzhou, nor Zhang Zhenghe.
Even if Zhang Zhenghe was killed, Zhang Clan would still be there.
"Master Zhang, I respect you as a person. Understand yourself and keep a complete body."
Zhang Zhenghe smiled proudly: "The Zhang family are by no means greedy for life, nor are they cowards who would kill themselves. If you want to take my life, just do it."
"Then I will make it happen for you!"
As the man spoke, he opened his fingers, and Zhang Zhenghe flew towards the man out of control.
The roar of dragons and phoenixes suddenly rose, and a bright silver light flew over in the dark night, slashing between Zhang Zhenghe and the man, with his sword standing horizontally.
The pulling force on Zhang Zhenghe, who struggled to break away, suddenly disappeared. He staggered back a few steps, stabilized his body and looked at the person coming.
I saw him wearing an autumn shirt with gentle waves like osmanthus water, and his forehead was like flying snow passing through the study hall.
Taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, the scenery is clear and beautiful in autumn.
What a young man from Zhilan Yushu, a name emerged in Zhang Zhenghe's heart involuntarily - Xie Fu.
Sure enough, when Wei Sanren, who was seriously injured and sitting on the ground, saw this, he shouted happily: "Thank you, Master!"
This middle-aged man with an average appearance was so skilled in martial arts that there was no one else in the entire Suzhou city who could match him except Gu Xuan.
The sudden appearance of Xie Fu was the second person Wei Sanren never expected.
Kunwu's sword was connected with Xie Fu's true energy, hanging in front of Zhang Zhenghe like an unassailable barrier.
Xie Fu stared at the middle-aged man, trying to see the other person's details. This person gave him a familiar feeling.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "There are not many people I want to kill who can stop me."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Just right, I want to see your true face."
At this moment, Kunwu's sword actually reversed direction and stabbed Zhang Zhenghe.
The situation was so unexpected that people didn't think much about it, only shocked.
Xie Fu used the Lianxing Ruyi movement to instantly reach Zhang Zhenghe and hold the sword of Kunwu who was suddenly disobedient. At that moment, he suddenly lost contact with Kunwu. Kunwu was used by others and became a murder weapon for others.
At this moment, the true energy coming out of his body was also chaotic and out of his control.
Only then did Zhang Zhenghe's forehead sound and Zhang Yizhen's exclamation sounded.
Although Xie Fu stood sternly, he was secretly exerting his strength. He only felt that he was urging his true energy to control Kunwu, and Kunwu's strength became stronger.
This is like his own Qi fighting against each other. If this continues, it will be an endless cycle, and he will consume all his Qi.
Knowing that it must be the opponent's fault is similar to a trick of using force to fight. If you use force to fight, you only need to defeat the initiator.
Thinking of this, Xie Fu's true energy came out of his body, shooting at his opponent like thousands of arrows.
After the middle-aged man was startled, he had no time to deal with it. Kunwu calmed down, Xie Fu put his sword into its sheath and said to the man: "The two-dimensional magical power, Gong Qiu ascends the Yang."
As soon as these words came out, except for the middle-aged man who was calm, Zhang Zhenghe, Zhang Yizhen and Wei San were all shocked.
It turned out to be the Nestorian Sun Mingyao King Shangyang of the Great Qin Dynasty, the great devil.
Gong Qiu Shangyang laughed: "Since you know it's me, why don't you run for your life immediately!"
Xie Fu was indeed no match for Gong Qiu Shangyang in the forbidden area of the Wang family, but he kept making progress, and he learned the secret of Lingxi Shooting the Moon in a battle with Wang Youtong.
The battle with Dongji Zhenren brought the sword out of control and Lingxi Sheyue together.
Facing a powerful enemy, Xie Fu's martial arts instincts were about to come into play, and he said loudly: "Learn the Japanese King's clever moves!"
Regarding Xie Fu, Gong Qiu Shangyang knew everything. There seemed to be something mysterious hidden in the body of the young man in front of him. Every time he saw him, his martial arts cultivation improved at an alarming rate.
At Baixin Villa, Xie Fu even defeated Wang Youtong, who was able to tie with him.
God knows how much Gong Qiu Shangyang wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill this martial arts genius.
But he knew very well that he, who had not recovered from his injuries, was no match for the young man in front of him. Even if he had the two-dimensional magical skill that was unpredictable and even the top masters were very afraid of it, he still had no confidence.
Although his martial arts skills are not as good as those of Xie Fu, Wei Sanren is experienced. Seeing Gong Qiu Shangyang's expression, he blurted out: "Master Xie, he wants to run away!"
The dignified Nestorian King Mingyao of Great Qin was actually afraid of Mr. Xie, which made Wei San people feel incredible.
As soon as Wei Sanren finished speaking, Gong Qiu Shangyang immediately wanted to flee with Qi. Xie Fu immediately released his Qi and enveloped Gong Qiu Shangyang's Qi, preventing him from escaping.
Gong Qiu Shang Yang proudly said: "Little boy, I may not be afraid of you."
At the moment, he used the two-dimensional magic skill to deal with Xie Fu's enveloping, airtight Qi.
Xie Fu's infuriating energy, which was shaped like a barrier, immediately became chaotic and loose. So, under the control of Gong Qiu's Shangyang secret skill, the infuriating energy began to offset each other invisibly.
It is equivalent to him only needing one point of infuriating energy to consume ten percent of Xie Fu's infuriating energy.
If ordinary people would naturally be surprised, and if ten is worth one, it would be fine if things go on like this.
You must know that the recovery of your own true energy is a long process, and when facing an enemy, once your true energy is exhausted, you will be no different from ordinary people.
I will cherish my true energy and dare not act rashly again.
However, Xie Fu, who has water veins and an endless supply of true energy, has no worries in this regard, and has no intention of controlling his energy. His true energy is like a huge wave that never stops.
"ha……"
Gong Qiu Shangyang hadn't fully laughed yet, and immediately felt the endless flow of the other party's energy, and was secretly happy in his heart. Although this kid had extraordinary talent in martial arts, he still lacked experience.
One point of my true energy can offset the ten-point consumption of your true energy. No matter how strong your cultivation is, I only need to spend two or three points, and you will be exhausted.
Once the energy is exhausted, you are no longer my flesh and blood.
This is an excellent opportunity to kill your opponent.
Gong Qiu Shangyang didn't intend to run away, and quickly used the two-dimensional magic skill to use the opponent's true energy to offset it, and said fiercely: "Are you really going to kill them all?"
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Gong Qiu Shangyang, you are a scourge that stirs up dissension everywhere. I'm afraid you will be hated for this today."
Although the two people in front of them were facing each other from a distance and did not really fight each other, the real situation was that Gong Qiu Shangyang seemed to be in the middle of wild waves, steering a small boat drifting in the storm.
He was waiting for the moment when the storm stopped. That moment was also the time for him to fight back. He had enough patience.
Zhang Zhenghe and Zhang Yizhen were not martial arts practitioners, so they couldn't see the mystery behind it. They just felt that the two of them stood facing each other, as if they were secretly fighting, fighting for their true energy.
The more equally matched the top martial arts masters are, the calmer they are, the more murderous they are.
If Xie Fu hadn't been standing in front of them, they might have been strangled by the silent storm at this moment.
Zhang Yizhen said: "He is my adopted brother Xie Fu." His voice could not help but reveal a sense of pride.
Zhang Zhenghe said: "When I saw him for the first time, I knew it could only be him." His voice revealed that he had long admired the name and finally met him.
Wei Sanren looked at the two people who were silently confronting each other with a serious expression. As a second-level martial arts master, he had a keen sensitivity and could feel the invisible changes in the interaction of true energy.
But he could also tell that Xie Fu was using one kilogram of force to fight against the two ounces of Gong Qiu Shangyang's power. This was the terrifying aspect of the dual magic skill.
It is equivalent to Gong Qiu Shangyang alone being able to withstand the combined attack power of eight masters.
My old friend Xiao Xiong was the Nestorian envoy of the Great Qin Dynasty. He was endowed with the four-pole magical power. On that day, he used the four-pole magic power to cut off the target with all his strength.
But this two-dimensional magical skill is even more profound and mysterious than the four-pole magical skill.
If this continues, even if Mr. Xie's true energy is astonishingly strong, he will definitely be the one who runs out of true energy first.
After seeing the situation clearly, Wei Sanren said: "Master Xie, Gong Qiu Shangyang is using the two-dimensional magic to consume your true energy. If you continue, your true energy will be exhausted, but his strength remains the same."
Wei Sanren didn't know whether his words were expressed clearly enough, because this dual magic skill cannot be understood by ordinary martial arts principles.
Xie Fu said: "No wonder the King of Japan can be calm and calm under the intimidation of my Pompi. That's it."
When Gong Qiu Shangyang saw Wei Sanren revealing his true identity, he sneered and said, "Little boy, you are terrible."
Xie Fu said proudly: "Okay, then I will learn the skills of the Japanese King."
Xie Fu is not stupid. He has fought against Gong Qiu Shangyang, and he knows the strength and cultivation of Gong Qiu Shangyang. With his current cultivation, he should have a nine-point chance of defeating Gong Qiu Shangyang, but once Gong Qiu Shangyang tries to escape, However, he had no confidence in leaving him behind.
This man is cunning, and he can only keep Gong Qiu Shangyang by using himself as bait to make Gong Qiu Shangyang murderous.
Gong Qiu Shangyang wanted to consume all his energy, and Xie Fu wanted to consume Gong Qiu's energy, but the mantis was stalking the cicada and the oriole behind him.
Gong Qiu Shangyang praised: "Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from young men. Xie Fu, you are very good. You are the first young man to be so proud and supportive in front of me."
Xie Fu smiled: "The King of Japan praised me."
Gong Qiu Shangyang had enough patience. He was so patient that he only realized it after spending seven or eight points of his true energy. Then he saw that Xie Fu was still calm and composed, despite the huge waves coming towards him.
Gong Qiu Shangyang was frightened, and suddenly something bad happened. He had forgotten that this boy's body was mysterious and weird. Even Gu Xuan couldn't bear the consumption just now, but Xie Fu showed no signs of exhaustion. If he continues, I will be the one. That person who has exhausted all his energy first.
He blurted out and asked: "What's going on? Why do you keep depleting your energy?"
Wei Sanren was also wondering about this question, why? Why? This is unbelievable, and I am secretly shocked. Could it be...
Could it be that Mr. Xie is the body of a god? This is the only way to explain it.
Then he shook his head secretly, it was impossible, the body of God was just a legend and could not exist in the world at all.
Seeing that Gong Qiu Shangyang had already warned him, Xie Fu felt that it was almost done.
It’s not up to me to draw the sword!
Kunwu's sword was unsheathed with a sound, and it was as powerful as reaching out to reach for the stars, and the energy penetrated the bow and shot at the jade scale.
