Yue Jiazhou stands erect, his body is like Mount Tai, his eyes are shining.
The movements of his hands and feet are majestic.
Zhang Ruoyu didn't look back, and raised his hand, followed by a creaking sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet fifth master's backyard.
He pushed open the courtyard door and turned around slowly.
"I pushed away."
Zhang Ruoyu's thin lips were slightly open, his body was slender but not thin, and his energy was gushing out, as if he were real.
"You can kill me now."
Yue Jiazhou's eyes darkened, he was full of energy and said loudly: "Even if you are Zhang Xiangbei, this backyard is not a place where you can run wild!"
boom!
Zhang Ruoyu did not look back, but turned around and kicked the creaking courtyard door away, smashing it into pieces.
"I, Zhang Xiangbei, am determined to do this wild thing tonight!"
Yue Jiazhou's face darkened, and there was a chill in his eyes: "No matter what the grudges are, no one has ever been able to leave alive after running wild in the backyard."
"Sorry General Zhang, it's my duty."
Yue Jiazhou, the ancestor of the famous sword sect, who was known as the number one master in Ouchi, slowly took a step forward, and a simple and sharp knife fell into his hand.
Full of murderous intent, the martial arts foundation honed over half a century suddenly invaded Zhang Ruoyu, with overwhelming force.
In his eyes, there was even a touch of violence that seemed to arouse public and private revenge.
The famous sword sect he spent his whole life building was defeated by the young man in front of him.
He refused to take action at the beginning because it was inconvenient and because he did not dare.
But tonight, he had good reason to take action.
For Xiao Shiyi, for this backyard, for this forbidden land.
Of course, also for his famous swordsman and his son.
As long as he is here, the Mingdao Sect will not be destroyed!
Under the cold night, the sword light devours the soul and arrives in the blink of an eye.
Buzz!
The blade came through the air, like a death scythe, sweeping with murderous intent, and struck Zhang Ruoyu in response.
Zhang Ruoyu drew his sword.
The sword he drew was the Beimang sword, and the one he used was the bayonet trained by Beimang devils.
Keng!
Fire sputtered.
After only one confrontation, Zhang Ruoyu's body was sharp, and he suddenly ejected, approaching Yue Jiazhou with his sword, raised the sword in his hand, and struck at the ancestor of the famous sword sect.
What a fast knife!
A crisp, crisp knife!
Seeing Zhang Ruoyu, who smelled like a scout assassination, roaring towards him, Yue Jiazhou was in a trance for a moment.
He used a martial arts sword that he had accumulated over decades.
But what Zhang Ruoyu used was clearly a bayonet technique, a sword technique that any Beimang soldier could pick out from Beimang.
Yue Jiazhou is as majestic and powerful as a martial arts master, but Zhang Ruoyu is like a bloodthirsty and cold-blooded assassination unit on the battlefield.
They don't pay attention to beautiful moves, but only pursue fast, accurate and ruthless blows, killing the enemy with one blow, and killing the enemy's head with thousands of troops.
Whoosh!
The blade came through the air, causing Yue Jiazhou to stop the sword in a hurry.
When the blades collided, Yue Jiazhou's arm trembled suddenly, and the tiger's mouth was instantly torn open, with blood flowing.
Thumb thump.
He took two steps back. Zhang Ruoyu was so powerful that it seemed that the only thing in his eyes was the head on his neck.
This time, Yue Jiazhou was angered when he was forced to retreat.
He held the honor of being the number one master in Ouchi, but he was forced to retreat steadily by Zhang Ruoyu, and he was using the most traditional Beimang sword.
This made him angry and angry.
His whole body erupted with powerful pressure again, and his eyes as vast as the sea were filled with domineering power.
"Are you planning to defeat me with the Beimang Sword?"
Buzz!
The blade of Yue Jiazhou's sword trembled, and he actually changed the sword to his left hand in front of Zhang Ruoyu.
There was no attack, just casually, holding the knife in his left hand.
He gave up the unique skills of the famous sword sect.
The tiger's mouth on his right hand was already bloody and bloody. For Yue Jiazhou, he was unable to perfectly display the secret skill he had spent in seclusion for ten years.
"are you ready?"
Zhang Ruoyu stood there coldly and asked with narrowed eyes.
These words angered Yue Jiazhou even more.
What do you mean, am I ready?
According to Zhang Xiangbei, you are standing there, not resting, but waiting for me?
"Have you rested enough?" Yue Jiazhou drew his sword with his left hand, his whole body filled with anger.
Zhang Ruoyu frowned and glanced at Yue Jiazhou: "Old man."
call out!
His feet jumped, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the smooth floor, making a sharp and sharp sound.
Zhang Ruoyu came like an afterimage, drawing his sword.
With Zhang Ruoyu's strike, there was not a single unnecessary movement in his whole body. Even the strength of his muscles, the pause in his breathing, and the coordination of his limbs were almost perfect.
It seems to be integrated with the air and the night.
At one moment, Yue Jiazhou even fell into a trance.
Zhang Ruoyu, who was clearly coming in a hurry, seemed to disappear out of thin air in front of him.
It was as if what he was facing was just a knife, a knife suspended in the air.
Zhang Ruoyu's methods are not like a qualified soldier at all, but more like a killer wandering in the darkness.
Killed with one knife, blood seals throat.
Too low-level.
Yue Jiazhou's breath sank, and his left hand suddenly exerted force without any warning!
The blade flashed, and white light suddenly appeared.
Yue Jiazhou took a step forward suddenly, and the sword in his left hand seemed to be holding an evil ghost, coming towards him with a fierce voice.
With a clanging sound, the two men's blades collided, and fire shot out.
Even the sharp edge of the knife was damaged.
Whoosh!
Yue Jiazhou drew his sword again.
A hidden knife within a knife!
"Um?"
Zhang Ruoyu frowned slightly.
A majestic murderous intention surged forward.
He seemed to be shocked by Yue Jiazhou's sword.
He didn't seem to expect that there was a knife hidden in Yue Jiazhou's sword.
Yue Jiazhou was sure of victory and slashed him with his sword.
This unexpected blow knocked Zhang Ruoyu back several steps on the spot.
The hand holding the knife also twitched slightly.
Whoosh!
Yue Jiazhou drew his sword again.
Among the hidden knives, there is another one.
The hand rises, the sword falls, and the sword is drawn to cut, all in one go.
Every detail is done to perfection.
Every hidden knife is like the first knife.
Over and over again, and again, and again, and again.
These three swords are unstoppable to ghosts and gods!
These three swords are the special skills of the ancestor of the famous sword sect.
It is the culmination of half a century of his hard work in martial arts.
It is an upright and unique martial art!
He saw the shock, even confusion on Zhang Xiangbei's face.
He is proud and high-spirited.
A soldier is a soldier after all.
In other fields, it may be very fierce.
But in the face of the absolute martial arts power, he is completely vulnerable!
"You bunch of stinky martial arts practitioners are so proud of your bullshit martial arts. Is this all?"
Zhang Ruoyu frowned, seeing the knife coming with force, but the knife in his hand did not move at all, as if he could no longer lift the Beimang knife in his hand.
"Isn't this just a gangster beating a sap?"
"Isn't this just a rogue sneak attack?"
"Are you going to say that war never tires of deceit?"
Zhang Ruoyu took the initiative to draw his sword and kill Yue Jiazhou, who was unable to open his mouth.
Then, he pressed the toes of his left foot and exerted force on his right foot.
boom!
A whip hit the crotch of Yue Jiazhou, who was flying into the air.
Plop.
Yue Jiazhou fell to the ground, covering his crotch regardless of dignity, and curled up into a ball. His face was the color of a pig, with veins all over his face exposed, and his eyes were instantly filled with blood.
"At this age, it will be broken if it is broken."
Zhang Ruoyu glanced coldly at Yue Jiazhou, who was rolling on the ground, murderous and heartbroken.
