Yinluo appeared, and in everyone's sight, a figure dressed in burlap appeared like a ghost, paused for a few moments, and then came closer.
The handsome face with a slight smile gives people a sense of comfort in the spring breeze.
Under many eyes, he slowly walked towards the purple sword stuck on the ground, and glanced at the thin mustache whose clothes were in tatters. "I don't have many friends in Jianghu. I was lucky enough to make a few friends in Shu. Unfortunately, I died." We have known each other for a long time. We walked together all the way to the north. After going through dangers and obstacles, we have a different kind of friendship. Now that you are out of the world, are you coming for the "treasure" of your own way like others, or are you wandering to hone yourself? Where is Jianghu?"
Zhang Ziya didn't know whether he was shocked by his terrifying speed or because his words brought back memories of the two of them. He was stunned for a short time and forgot to speak.
The young man in burlap cloth did not wait for his answer. He gently pulled out his purple sword and turned to the Khitan Yeluhe who was holding a big halberd on the other side. He smiled, but it was a little cold: "Your Excellency, are you a little too ostentatious?"
In terms of appearance, the two of them are worlds apart, and in terms of temperament, they are equally matched.
Yeluhe, a young Khitan man, did not answer and asked instead: "Taoist Master Zhao, you and I have been in contact with each other at the Wang family's residence, but you seem to be very low-key and are willing to serve as a retinue for the Princess of Dali. Wouldn't it be in vain that you are so handsome and handsome that you are so beautiful among your contemporaries?" Ability? Dali State has no ambitions, and Taoist Zhao cannot display his talents. Since he is not popular in Qing State, why not follow me and serve the Khitan King?"
Zhao Zhengli raised the corner of his mouth: "Are you here to poach someone?"
Yeluhe smiled: "The Khitan Kingdom respects and worships the strong, so it is more suitable for you than the Qing Kingdom, which values culture over martial arts."
Zhao Zhengli wiped some dirt from the purple sword with his thick hemp sleeves, and said in a leisurely manner: "I am not talented nowadays, and I have no lofty ambitions in my profession. I can't stay in the temple now. If I accept your invitation, I am afraid that this world will also be ruined." There is no place to stay.”
Yeluhe lowered his posture to invite but failed. He waved his narrow sleeves and stamped his halberd: "Huh! If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty!"
Many people did not react to the sudden change of attitude. Only the two Khitan servants looked excited, because this is the spirit that their Khitan geniuses should have.
Zhao Zhengli took out the wooden hairpin and tied up his long hair: "Then let me learn how to use the Khitan Double Dragon's halberd!"
"call!"
Yelu He first set his sights, his true energy surged, and he rushed towards him dragging his halberd. He was so fast that the eyes of ordinary onlookers were dazzled.
Zhao Zhengli showed no signs of timidity, his eyes were piercing, and his true energy was rising steadily. He quickly pulled out the Ziyang Sword in his hand, and with a flash of purple light, the scabbard struck Yeluhe who was coming towards him.
Whoosh!
Yeluhe's speed increased instead of slowing down. He tilted his head slightly. The scabbard passed by his head and was stuck heavily on the ground. He was already within ten steps of Zhao Zhengli. He swung the long halberd he was dragging with his arm and drew a pattern in the air. The arc hit hard, and Zhao Zhengli moved sideways like a ghost to avoid the halberd.
Bang!
The halberd fell with a sound, and the dust rolled up. The halberd pecked deeply into the soil. Zhao Zhengli swung his long sword and scratched the handle along the halberd pole. "Dang!" Yeluhe slapped his palm on the halberd pole, making a metallic crisp sound, which shook Zhao Zhengli's long sword apart. sword.
"call!"
Yeluhe kicked the halberd pole with one foot. The curved hook and sharp edge of the halberd brought up countless dust, and he stabbed horizontally.
One inch long; one inch strong, one inch short; one inch dangerous. Zhao Zhengli did not dare to touch it head-on. He jumped up in the air to avoid the horizontal thrust of the halberd, and slashed down with the long sword in his hand. The true energy gathered in the Ziyang Sword, and the sword buzzed. ring.
He prepared a sword; Yeluhe also did not take it hard. He held a halberd in both hands and rotated like a tornado to the ground behind Zhao Zhengli. The sharp point of the halberd stabbed directly into the back of the burlap cloth.
"call out!"
Zhao Zhengli, who was unable to sheath his sword before the battle, suddenly turned around and flicked his fingers to use the "Fire Soul Seizing Finger". Yeluhe seemed to have expected it, and he shot out a palm at the same time. The infuriating energy of each finger collided and exploded in mid-air. The halberd was already ten inches away from Zhao Zhengli. He could see his body moving half a step sideways without being affected by gravity, and the long sword in his hand slashed down diagonally.
"bass!"
Yeluhe was shocked; his body leaned back and slid against the ground, and a sharp sword missed his head. However, one-third of the originally neat and shiny futou was cut off by the sword, but the shape was not damaged, and the momentum was obviously weakened by half. .
He put away his halberd and stepped back a few meters, and touched the gap on the shaved head of the futon. He was still frightened: "Ling Kongkuangdu?"
If it had been a moment slower, the Futou would no longer have fallen.
Zhao Zhengli raised his sword and tilted his head and thought for a moment: "This is a good name, very appropriate."
This technique he learned from the Bi sisters. Although it is not as light and easy as the two sisters, it can still bring some help in critical moments.
Zhao Zhengli straightened his figure: "Your Excellency, do you want to fight for life or death, or do you want to compete with others?"
Yeluhe's fighting spirit revived, and he took the initiative to poke with his long halberd, with a billowing energy: "What's the use of high and low? Naturally, you must either die or be injured, so you can use all your means!"
The onlookers were now several miles away from the tea shed on the post road. Only Zhang Ziya, who had a red-tasseled gun, was about a hundred or ten meters away from the two of them. They watched the two men fighting with each move. Although it was scattered, there was murderous intent everywhere. The true energy is restrained in every move, and the slightest contact will definitely cause skin and flesh to crack.
Zhao Zhengli has never underestimated an enemy. Although the two of them looked like they were simply exchanging dozens of moves, they actually spent a lot of energy and effort.
At this moment, seeing that he was coming even more fiercely, he was naturally extremely solemn, and this battle was destined to be difficult.
Zhao Zhengli held his breath and calmed down, adjusting himself to the best condition.
His eyes gradually became cold and cold, and the murderous intention climbed up layer by layer. The true energy surrounding him almost transformed into form and split the void. He raised his sword and shouted softly, "Kill!"
The whole person and the sword were wrapped in purple energy, forming a huge transformed sword, and the two afterimages collided instantly.
"boom!"
Others only saw two beams of light intertwining, like two comets colliding. The explosion covered hundreds of meters in radius, and the air waves swept up the dust and spread in all directions.
The crowd watching the excitement retreated again and again, but they were still blown away by the wave of air. A few with strong skills barely managed to stabilize their bodies, but they were also pushed several meters sideways.
There were screams of horror.
When everyone tidied up their clothes and looked at each other again, the two figures repeatedly clashed like immortals, and the bursts of true energy were like the divine thunder of the Nine Heavens, making the mountains, rocks, grass, trees, and dust explode and shatter.
Ordinary people have long been in awe: "Isn't this the method of the immortal family?"
The martial arts people are full of admiration: "How can the Immortal family's methods be beyond the reach of ordinary people like us? They only understood a trace of the law and charm in the master realm, but even so, it is beyond our reach. Judging from the age and blood of these two people, Extremely strong, it is certain to enter the Grand Master realm."
At this moment, two invisible pressures appeared in the sky above the post road, which only made people have the urge to kneel down and worship. Zhang Ziya raised his red tassel gun and closed his eyes, allowing the two pressures to wash away his body. He was carefully comprehending the two Taoist charms.
In the duel between top experts, onlookers face not only great risks to the fish in the pool, but also great opportunities.
Obviously, many people in the world are aware of this and appreciate and understand the charm of Taoism.
The two of them had fought for hundreds of times on the post road, and the battle had reached a fever pitch, with dangerous moves and layers of true energy.
Xiao either the two of them deliberately avoided it, or the tea tent was strong and unyielding under the torrent of infuriating energy.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
Thousands of transformed swords covered the sky, and they were slashed down simultaneously with the purple Yang sword in Zhao Zhengli's hand. The halberd in Yeluhe's hand seemed to have the power to split the sky, and he slashed out a dozens of feet long zhenqi halberd against the air, nearly full All the long swords cut off by the Heavenly Transformation Form were scattered, and the remaining pieces were scattered by his domineering fist.
Both of them were showing real fire, with disheveled hair and red eyes, and they were ready to fight to the death.
Zhao Zhengli continued his true energy and slashed out another "Nine-Tripod Sword of Double Ninth Festival". The superimposed sword energy made Yeluhe's eyelids twitch wildly. Due to the rapid and violent attack of the sword, he had to retreat while passively resisting. Then, he realized Dao Yun is locked by the law of Dao, and it is inevitable.
Unless they crush each other based on the laws of the great avenue, and the two of them are in the same realm, ordinary martial arts moves and the pressure of the laws are comparable, and the only thing they fight is technique and true energy.
The first three moves of Zhao Zhengli's "Chongyang Nine-Tripod Sword" were all firmly blocked by Yeluhe. For the middle three swords, his arms were slightly numb and he was knocked back more than a foot. His feet left deep scratches on the post road.
The seventh sword caused seven injuries in the Double Ninth Festival, and the eighth sword was sheathed in all directions. Each sword was passively repelled by more than ten feet, and the fingers of both hands were bleeding. He clenched his teeth, his lips and teeth were soaked in blood, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were excited.
The Ninth Sword Chongyang Triumph was not used in the end, not to mention the consumption of Qi. If Yeluhe resisted, he would not have enough Qi; he would be in danger by then.
Yeluhe staggered to his feet, licking the blood on his lips with a strange smile: "I am very satisfied with your whetstone. You are the first person who can make me exert my best efforts."
After saying that, his muscles and bones swelled and made a "crackling" sound. The long halberd was swung in his hand like a spiritual snake, and the true energy rotated accordingly. In just a few breaths, a tornado formed around him, and the tornado grew as it grew. The halberd rotated. The halberd was swung by Yeluhe's arm, and the speed was getting faster and faster. A faint roar like a dragon or a python was heard. The infuriating tornado transformed into a snake head and body, but it grew sharp claws and looked three-thirds like a dragon. A foreign object that looks like a python.
The condensation time only took less than three breaths. During this period, Zhao Zhengli swung his sword and slashed out two sword qi, both of which were sucked and swallowed by the tornado floating around him. They were only used as wedding clothes to encourage it to take shape quickly.
The handsome young man in burlap cloth swallowed dryly, he felt the breath of death, but he didn't expect Yeluhe's true energy to be so strong.
"Roar!"
A roar like a dragon or a python resounded over the post road. Yelvhe pointed his halberd directly at Zhao Zhengli, "Transform into a dragon!" A foreign object like a dragon and a python roared out and rushed out.
Zhao Zhengli was horrified in his heart, but still pretended to be calm on the outside, snorting coldly: "It's superfluous!"
It caused everyone in the distance to stare nervously and burst into laughter.
Zhao Zhengli jumped up in the air and took the initiative to face the dragon python with his sword.
"Is he going to kill the dragon and the python?"
"What a spirited figure!"
However, what surprised everyone was that after he jumped into the air, he transformed into three people, and the three of them were extremely real.
"Oh my god! Is the son of the rebellious minister really good at the art of clones?"
"It is rumored that he was inspired by the Zhenqi transformation from the Bianjing Confucian Academy and then improved it into a Zhenqi clone!"
"With such an outstanding talent, is it possible that this rebellious minister's son is really a reincarnation of a man from heaven?"
…
Three Zhao Zhengli attacked from three sides, one of them faced the Zhenqi dragon python, and the other two directly attacked Yeluhe himself.
Yeluhe was equally surprised. He had heard about Zhao Zhengli's method of cultivating clones. He thought that after a long battle, he had consumed 70 to 80% of his true energy and could not perform this technique. But now he actually did it in one go, and the speed was so fast that he was stunned.
"boom!"
Zhao Zhengli in the middle and the dragon python were separated as soon as they touched each other. The dragon python landed on the Yidao Mountain and directly razed it to the ground.
"Uh-huh!"
At the same time, the other two Zhao Zhengli who were slashed with swords arrived in an instant. It was difficult to distinguish right from wrong, and the killing intent was overwhelming. Yeluhe instinctively turned around and raised his halberd to resist the fastest one, but the sword turned out to be ghostly and psychedelic. , when it collapsed, he was shocked, raised his palm and slapped it back.
"Bang!" The palm failed.
"Poof!" At the same time, a long sword pierced his chest, and his gorgeous brocade clothes were soaked with blood. He looked down at the purple sword on his chest, and saw a handsome and white face, leaning forward and stabbing diagonally. Blood stained half of his linen sleeve red along the blade.
Yeluhe raised his palm to take a photo with his eyes wide open.
Zhao Zhengli drew his sword and hit a carp, stood up and dodged.
"Bang!"
With an angry palm, Zhao Zhengli stopped for a second and made a palm print more than ten centimeters deep. Seeing that the palm failed, Yeluhe pressed the wound on his chest with one hand and flew back. Zhao Zhengli held a sword and pursued him.
He took advantage of his skills in this fight. If it were a head-to-head encounter, he himself would not have a chance of winning. Now that the enemy was in trouble, it would be best to eliminate the source of the enemy while Yeluhe was seriously injured.
Not far away, Zhang Ziya saw the situation and did not hesitate to raise his gun to surround him.
"Master!"
Yeluhe's two followers even rushed to protect the Lord at all costs.
"Khitan's twin dragons will probably turn into single dragons!"
A voice of gloating about someone's misfortune came from afar, and it was very pleasant. She was dressed in white and fluttering like a fairy.
Zhao Zhengli raised his head and saw that the person coming was none other than Princess Duan Xiaoxiao of Dali.
"Taoist Priest! I finally found you!"
Another urgent sound from the heart also sounded in the air.
"Amitabha! The young monk knows how to follow the cat to find the cat, follow the dog to find the dog, and follow the Bi family benefactor to find the treasure house!"
Two people exclaimed: "You bad monk actually stalked my sisters?"
"As expected, the Qing Dynasty is still lively. I wonder if it will still be as prosperous as it is in the next few decades. Old He, what did I say at the beginning? I told you to keep a low profile, keep a low profile, and be honest after being stabbed!"
In the distance, a handsome young man with starry eyebrows and bright eyes is holding a folding fan, walking on the top of the rocks, flowers and grass as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard. His steps are extremely slow, but his forward speed is extremely fast. Every step he takes is an afterimage behind him.
""Huan Tiangang Steps" is indeed well-deserved! It made me chase it all the way!"
Another figure came over, with a long waist knife that flashed with thunder and lightning hanging on its waist, and its steps were graceful and elegant in the void.
Zhao Zhengli looked at the prodigies from all over the world who were arriving one after another and felt dizzy, secretly wondering: "Was there a lot of noise in the fight just now?"
