The strongest world crossing

Regardless of the number of soldiers in the Tang Dynasty, they all have good martial arts skills, which is different from the useless firewood that Ye Zhen has chopped in the past 15 years.

It can be seen from Weicheng that a small soldier can count as ten.

The sword light is sharp, surrounded by the red-armored Tang army, a steel sword cuts through the thorns and thorns under dozens of tacitly coordinated Tang knives!

Turning over with a flying kick, a red-armored Tang soldier flew out backwards, smashing cracks in the wall behind him.

After a short pause, dozens of Tang knives pressed against the top instantly, and the steel sword blocked behind him with a backhand.

"Ding!"

The steel sword sank slightly after being hacked by dozens of Tang knives, and Ye Zhen could feel the sharpness of the blade through the clothes behind him.

"what!"

With a roar, sparks from the steel sword shot out, and all the Tang knives that were hacking on it bounced away.

"laugh!"

Jian Guang shot around his body like a silver snake.

"boom!"

The armor of the Tang army around him was broken, and they all flew upside down.

After breaking the siege, Ye Zhenjian moved with him, not giving the red-armored Tang army a chance to attack together, blood spattered everywhere, and the remote path was full of Tang army with broken armor not long after.

"Ding!"

The point of the sword was on the ground, and Ye Zhen breathed heavily, "The Red Armored Tang Army, the imperial guards of the capital really deserve their reputation, and basically everyone has the strength comparable to Ma Shixiang."

"What is even more terrifying is the art of combined attack."

Suddenly, Ye Zhen noticed something, and Ye Zhen held the steel sword on the ground again.

Turning around slowly, the middle-aged man in gray clothes held a long sword in his arms and looked at Ye Zhen calmly.

But Ye Zhen could sense the slightest killing intent and strength in the middle-aged man's eyes!

On the other hand, when Xiao Heizi passed the Spring Breeze Pavilion, he suddenly thought of something. He knew that his elder brother Ye Zhen was staying here, and it was the smallest shop in Lane 47.

But no matter how he knocked on the door, there was no response from inside the room.

"squeak"

The door next to it opened, and Ning Que, who was rubbing his forehead and frowning, saw the little Heizi knocking on the door, and said in surprise, "Little Heizi? Are you?"

Little Heizi hurriedly said, "Ning Que, where's the eldest brother?"

Ning Que was slightly taken aback, and said, "Brother? I don't know. I didn't see him when I opened my eyes. Why are you so anxious to find Big Brother?"

Xiao Heizi opened his mouth, but closed it tightly again, thinking of the mysterious people who blocked the red-armored Tang army by themselves, Xiao Heizi hurried away when he had nothing to do.

Heizi knows that this is the reason why he came to find Ye Zhen, but Ning Que and Heizi don't want him to die. Since the elder brother is not there, he can only go to the second brother Chao or the fourth master Qi.

Looking at the running figure of Little Heizi, Ning Que was full of doubts, but what was certain was that Little Heizi was in trouble.

Ning Que hurried back to the house, took his three knives and chased in the direction where Xiao Heizi disappeared.

the other side.

Standing with a sword in hand, Ye Zhen said calmly, "If I don't kill you, I won't be able to leave alive, right?"

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth raised slightly, "You deserve it too?"

"Then try it!"

After the words fell, Ye Zhen instantly entered the indescribable state of the morning, his energy and spirit were extremely concentrated, and the sunlight traveled with the steel sword, and finally gathered on the tip of the sword!

"call out!"

Top moment!As soon as Ye Zhen stepped on his footsteps, his whole body seemed to turn into a sharp sword and stab at the middle-aged man.

"Buzz!"

A strange fluctuation appeared from the middle-aged man, and the long sword he had been holding in his arms was suddenly held up in front of him by his left hand.

"Ding!"

An ear-piercing sound of clashing gold and iron was heard far away, and the scabbard of the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand was torn by the steel sword, even the long sword was pierced with a small hole by the tip of the steel sword in Ye Zhen's hand.

The pupils in Ye Zhen's eyes shrank suddenly. He thought that this blow might not kill the enemy, but at least it could injure him, and then he took the opportunity to escape.

But I didn't expect the other party to take Ye Zhen's peak blow so lightly!

Thinking of something in his mind, Ye Zhen exclaimed, "Great Sword Master!"

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth turned up slightly, he suddenly raised his right hand, and slapped Ye Zhenxin's mouth with a palm carrying Fenglei.

If this palm is carried out, I am afraid that it will directly shatter the heart.

At the critical moment, the steel sword that Ye Zhen stabbed suddenly slanted down.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the steel sword fell on Ye Zhen under the power of Fenglei's palm.

The sound of broken ribs sounded, and Ye Zhen flew backwards at a high speed, spitting out a mouthful of blood halfway.

While Ye Zhen was still flying backwards, the middle-aged man suddenly pulled out a string of afterimages and stabbed Ye Zhen's mouth with a sword.

"Ding!"

Relying on his sharp reaction to the extreme, enduring the severe pain of broken ribs, Ye Zhen swung the long sword in his hand.

But regardless of strength, or something similar to internal or spiritual power, Ye Zhen was far behind the opponent.

Although the sword was blocked, Ye Zhen flew backwards faster, and the steel sword was rebounded by a huge force again, hitting Ye Zhen's body.

It's just that this time Ye Zhen was unlucky, what touched was not the blade of the sword, but the blade, blood splashed everywhere, and Ye Zhen's tiger's mouth was also split open by this blow.

However, the middle-aged man didn't give Ye Zhen a chance, and cut him down with a sword again. No one can understand what Ye Zhen wanted to survive.

Pulling out the steel sword from his body, Ye Zhen swung the sword again to block it while flying backwards at extreme speed!

The result was still the same as before, but this time, Ye Zhen vomited more blood, and the white cloth mask was already stained red by the blood he vomited.

It seems that as a great swordsman, a great swordsman who has half a foot into the realm of fame, even two swords can't kill a good-for-nothing who is only in the realm of perception!