As he spoke, the man raised his sword and ran straight towards several people.

His movements are fast and his sword is also fast.

According to his thinking, although the young man in front of him has some abilities, he is no match for him. He can defeat him in less than ten moves.

But he never expected that Zhao Yuan has been dealing with top martial arts masters, Xiaoyaozi, Blood Evil Eagle King, Yinyue Sect Saint, Zhuge Tian, ​​and Mr. Wuying, who are not all-powerful figures in the world.

Although this person's martial arts skills are high, there is still a long way to go compared to these top masters, so his plan to seize the opportunity simply won't work.

Zhao Yuan did not feel scared. He raised his hand and threw half of the knife handle towards the person who came, and then he suddenly backed away.

"Little tricks!"

The visitor sneered, and when he picked up the sword, the handle flew away easily.

However, his movements could not help but slow down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Yuan didn't care about his image and rolled towards the ground, narrowly avoiding his sword. He grabbed the sword of the assassin who had just died and waved it in his hand to block this person.

The next sword strike, he immediately put one hand on the ground, and the whole person stepped back, and at the same time he turned over and stood up. The next moment, a sword thrust came.

The two men's swords came into close contact again.

"Boy, although you are a bit weak, you are still far from fighting with me!"

The visitor smiled and said, the sword in his hand brushed and brushed without stopping at all. Every move was extremely tricky.

Zhao Yuan can only cope with it now.

I am somewhat uncomfortable with the shuriken, and the opponent's swordsmanship is superior to my own. The seemingly light sword actually contains a thousand pounds of power. Even if I take a wave, I will be numb. If it weren't for Ling Yun's step and

His swordsmanship was exquisite, and he had been defeated long ago.

The visitor was also a little surprised. He was young and looked like he was still in his twenties, but he had already practiced dozens of moves under his hands, and his sword skills were very exquisite, which he had never seen before.

As a sword wielder, the most irresistible thing is magical weapons and exquisite sword skills. He immediately said: "Boy, who is your master?"

Zhao Yuan kept silent. He couldn't say that his master was the Blood Evil Eagle King, Xiaoyaozi, the Saint of Yin Yue Sect, or Zhuge Tian.

Moreover, the current situation is very pessimistic. The killer behind him has already caught up and surrounded Liu Zhiqing and others. Fortunately, the three of them also know kung fu, and their purpose is obviously to capture Liu Zhiqing alive, so they have not yet killed him, and they will not be there for a while.

As for losing.

But if this continues, defeat will happen sooner or later, and it is still a long way from the Liu family, so it is impossible for anyone to come to support.

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but feel anxious.

As he became anxious, the movement of his hands slowed down by half a beat. How could the person let go of such an opportunity and shouted: "Withdraw your hands!"

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a strong force coming from the sword in his hand. He couldn't control it and he couldn't help but let go. The sword had been thrown away. At the same time, someone came forward and stamped his palm on Zhao Yuan's chest.

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but staggered back a few steps. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Almost instantly, a huge internal force came back, as if it was slapped on a hard iron plate, and the shock made my hands feel numb.

"What a strong inner energy!"

The visitor was surprised in his heart. He quickly took two or three steps back, waved the sword in his hand, and said: "Boy, as long as you honestly tell me where you are from, I will let you go today!"

Zhao Yuan took a deep breath and used his internal strength to suppress the turbulent breath in his body. He tried to calm down his breath and said, "Let me go? Does that mean you also let them go?"

In Zhao Yuan's ears, at this moment, a voice as thin as a mosquito's whisper came: "This man is known as Ghost Sword Wang Quan in the world. He studied under the Diancang Sect. His swordsmanship is famous for being tricky and weird. Your current swordsmanship is not his." Opponent, please delay for a moment and adjust your inner breath. I will give you a helping hand. As for those three people, don’t worry. You can just face the enemy with peace of mind."

This voice sounded extremely familiar to Zhao Yuanke, it was Xiaoyaozi who had disappeared for a long time.

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt happy, so when Wang Quan asked questions, he deliberately delayed the time, secretly adjusting his inner breath. He had to admit that the power of his palms was really quite powerful, and his whole chest felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer. He gave it a beating, and the internal energy that followed was raging inside his body.

Wang Quan didn't know what Zhao Yuan was thinking, so he shook his head and said: "This is not possible. I was ordered to capture them, how can I let them go? Letting you go is already the end of my kindness!"

Zhao Yuandao: "Then shouldn't I thank you?"

Wang Quan said: "Thank you very much. You just need to tell me who you are and what sect you are. Besides, your swordsmanship is not at its fullest."

He was originally good at using swords and was famous for his swordsmanship in the world. Although he didn't know the origin of Zhao Yuan's swordsmanship, he felt that this was not the full power of his swordsmanship.

Zhao Yuandao: "I'm sorry. My master keeps a low profile and doesn't want anyone to know his name. And I came with them. If they were captured and went back alone, wouldn't people think I was you?" accomplices!"

Wang Quan was a little angry. He raised the sword in his hand and said: "You are stubborn! Then I will send you on your way first."

After saying that, he started to move.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Yuan also moved, but instead of running away, he stuck to him.

"court death!"

Wang Quan shouted, and the shuriken suddenly transformed into countless sword shadows.

But Zhao Yuan was like a butterfly piercing flowers at this moment. The sword in Wang Quan's hand not only did not touch the corner of his clothes, but he leaned close to him.

As soon as Zhao Yuan got close to her, he immediately used his fingers.

In his ears, Xiaoyaozi's voice kept coming.

"Jing Hua Shui Yue attacks his Tiantu Point."

"A short-lived flower appears in his Quchi point."

"The willows are dark and the flowers are bright, work on his body's pillar points"

…

At this moment, Zhao Yuan had turned into an afterimage, circling around Wang Quan, attacking all his major points according to Xiaoyaozi's instructions.

The more Wang Quan fought, the more frightened he became. Why did this kid seem to be a different person after he put down his sword? The moves in his hands were more sophisticated, and he seemed to have completely seen through his own sword skills. He could hurt him every time, but he missed it by the slightest chance, and he was almost able to avoid it. open.

Moreover, this kind of acupuncture technique is rare in the world.

"Could it be..."

Wang Quan was shocked and blurted out: "Nianhuazhi, your master is Xiaoyaozi?"

Apart from Xiaoyaozi, who else in the world can master this kind of kung fu to perfection, and who is so powerful in the world?

After being shocked, he laughed wildly and said fiercely: "I actually met Xiaoyaozi's disciple here today. It's God's will, God's will! I want you to be buried here today!"

As he spoke, his hand movements became faster and more merciless. The reason why he was called the Ghost Sword was because his sword was fast and erratic, as if there was no plan at all.

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly, and the surroundings seemed to be filled with erratic sword lights, just like the flickering will-o'-the-wisps in a cemetery in the dark night.

"Poof!"

A gash was suddenly cut on Zhao Yuan's shoulder, and blood flowed out.

Then comes the abdomen and legs.

In just a moment, he was injured in three places all over his body, but the injuries were not fatal.

"I won't let you die too happily. I want you to bleed out and be tortured to death slowly by me!"

Wang Quan said with a cruel smile.

"Don't worry, concentrate!"

Xiaoyaozi's voice came again, "The powerful swords and the complicated sword moves are all made by people. The sword moves have no traces, but the people are not without traces!"

He said this, but Zhao Yuan secretly complained in his heart, caring about his sword but caring about his people, how easy is it? He moved too fast, and his eyes couldn't catch up.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan suddenly felt something in his heart. Since he couldn't catch up with him, why should he chase his movements by himself? His Ling Yun Bu was Zhuge Tian's special skill.

All these are just fleeting thoughts in my mind.

The next moment, Zhao Yuan immediately put it into practice. He no longer cared about Wang Quan's confusing sword moves, but as if he didn't see them, Ling Yunbu used them with all his strength.

Wang Quan's sword is specially made. The sword is completely black. Special materials can be added during the making. As soon as internal force is injected into the sword, the sword will fluoresce. Once the sword is drawn out fast enough, it will give people an illusion.

, you can’t see the blade of the sword, you can only see a little bit of fluorescence, which can disturb people’s minds. In addition, the swordsmanship of the Diancang sect is inherently tricky, and after he modified it, it became more vicious, so he is weaker or almost the same in terms of kung fu.

It has very good effect on people, and over time it got the name of Ghost Sword.

Of course, it has no effect on masters like Fang Getian.

Xiaoyaozi's original intention was to let Zhao Yuan look at the person instead of the sword, but Zhao Yuan found it even more difficult, so he simply didn't look at the sword at all. Instead of me trying to avoid your sword, I might as well let you try to chase me.

, from passive to active.

And just as he expected, Ling Yunbu used all his strength, and Zhao Yuan's whole body seemed to turn into a wisp of smoke, circling around Wang Quan. Although Wang Quan's sword was fast, the key was to judge Zhao Yuan's sword.

The action is effective, otherwise, what is the difference between it and dancing in the air?

Xiaoyaozi's voice didn't stop, and then came: "There are four words in the key to holding flowers with fingers, which are quick, accurate, strange, and elegant. Strange means to be unexpected, and elegant means to act gracefully, have a leisurely manner, be understated, and act as if nothing has happened.

"

When he was in the Black Prison, Xiaoyaozi didn't tell Zhao Yuan the essence of the Flower Finger because he was worried about the Blood Evil Eagle King, so he just taught it to him now.

Zhao Yuan already has these two points of speed and accuracy, but it requires hard practice. Qi needs to accumulate experience and win by surprise. But in the end, elegance is the most difficult to understand.

Although Zhao Yuan can still support him for the time being, the crisis of not being able to kill Wang Quan has not been resolved.

What's more, now that he has consumed a lot of internal energy and is still injured, it doesn't seem like it will take long for him to be defeated.
Chapter completed!