Chapter 665: Pursuit from the left and right

Chapter 665: Left and Right Pursuit

Fan Zimo and Peng Zihua are the best among the younger generation of disciples of Tibetan Sword Villa.

The two of them were given the task of nine deaths and one life.

For the two of them, since the eldest grandson Ru named them, they had to come.

It's all about that one deal......

No one wants to die, and Fan and Peng are no exception.

As a suspicious soldier, he will definitely be discovered by the pursuers, and the other party only needs to send four or five masters to pursue, which is enough for the two of them to drink a pot.

But herein lies the chance to live.

If two people kill the pursuing enemy, they will be safe.

However!

The two never expected that there was only one enemy after them.

For a while, the two were suspicious, for fear that this was a trap laid by the enemy.

Jun did not regret taking a look at the two of them.

But seeing that the weapons of the two of them were different from those of the Hidden Sword Villa, he asked out loud:

"You don't look like ordinary disciples, but you can get a name?"

Fan and Peng glanced at each other and reported their names.

"Fan Zimo, the four absolute old men. ”

"Peng Zi painted, under the door of the four absolute old men. ”

Jun Buregret was slightly stunned, and said in his heart: "Aren't they art out of the Tibetan Sword Villa?"

After finishing the name, Fan and Peng each lit up their weapons again, and Peng Zihua asked:

"Who's coming by name?"

Removing the giant sword from behind him, Jun said loudly without regret:

"Your Majesty the head of the Kunlun faction, you have no regrets. ”

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Just by name, Fan and Peng looked solemn.

Fan Zimo confirmed in a deep voice: "You are the nine sons of Kunlun, the unequaled prince has no regrets?"

Jun Buregret scratched his head, the name of Kunlun Nine Sons, he heard of it for the first time, and when he thought about it, he knew that it was referring to their nine personal disciples.

The nine sons of Kunlun, the six princes and the three immortals, are already the representatives of the newly rising masters of the rivers and lakes.

But see!

Fan Zimo unfurled the iron ruler sword in his hand and introduced:

"This sword is made of ink and iron, two feet and two minutes long, and weighs twenty-two pounds. ”

Peng Zihua also raised the brush and sword in his hand, and said loudly:

"This sword is made of iron bamboo, the handle is one foot long, the blade is four feet and three minutes long, and it weighs five catties and three taels. ”

Jun Buregret was a little surprised, the opponent's two swords were special enough, the short one was a heavy weapon, and the long one was lighter than an ordinary sword.

Out of the rules of the rivers and lakes, Jun Buregret also picked up the giant sword and introduced:

"The handle is half a foot long, seven minutes wide, and the sword body is two feet long. ”

As soon as the words fell, the momentum of both sides rose sharply.

The trees in the forest trembled and trembled under the influence of the momentum of both sides, and the leaves fell one after another.

For a moment, the leaves blocked the view of both sides.

The drum painting shouted loudly and preemptively launched the attack.

But see, the long sword of the paintbrush in his hand is like a spiritual snake, passing through the leaves and going straight to the face of Jun Buregret.

Feeling the cold air blowing in his face, Jun did not regret turning around and moving away, leaving the giant in his hand, holding the chain in his hand.

Suddenly!

The leaves burst open, and Fan Zimo rushed through the air, and the iron ruler sword in his hand was pressed down.

Turning around again, Jun did not regret throwing the chain, and the giant sword intersected with the iron ruler heavy sword, making a "bell" sound.

Just stood still, Jun didn't regret it, only felt that the cold air was chasing after him.

Then he swung the giant sword, and in the rain-like leaves, there was another metallic sound.

In a flash!

Jun Buregret's eyes suddenly widened, his body pounced forward, and his left hand flipped to the ground, so that he could avoid the attack behind him.

I don't know when, Fan Zimo actually came behind him.

It's just a simple fight, and you don't regret it, and you feel that the opponent is not easy to deal with.

Fan and Peng are obviously good at double attacks.

"Peerless son, that's it!" Peng Zihua's voice came through the leaves.

Jun didn't regret it, just sneered, and didn't answer.

Suddenly, Jun did not regret his expression and was stunned, turned over and jumped backwards.

But it was where he was able to stand, and the blade of the paintbrush sword protruded from the surface of the earth.

Jun Buregret has not yet landed in the air, and a roar sounded above his head:

"The unequaled son is here!"

At the same time as the words fell, the iron ruler heavy sword had already slashed into Jun Buregret's body.

The heavy sword slashed through the forehead and slid out of the left rib.

......

Kunlun Sanying rode on the back of the golden-winged bird, except for a little discomfort at first, and soon became as stable as Mount Tai.

In addition to the spirituality of the goldfinch bird, it mainly depends on the passenger's kung fu.

Ordinary people don't want to say whether they can be fearless in the sky, just the air flow in the air is enough to blow people away.

Sitting on the back of a bird, if a person wants to talk, he must concentrate on his internal strength, so he heard Wang Shi shout excitedly:

"Good birds!Good birds!You can go wherever you want in the future!!"

Du Feng's voice sounded: "It's not yours." ”

Wang Shi flattened his mouth suddenly, and then he laughed:

"Don't make a fuss, Huyan and they're about to take the enemy. ”

Suddenly, the three of them pressed the bird's neck lightly, and the goldfinch bird let out a low cry and glided down.

Below!

The first to catch up with the team of the Tibetan Sword Villa was the master of the palace.

In addition to killing the two of them at the beginning, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa immediately reacted, and a snow-white long sword appeared, and the three of them formed a formation, and the three swords came out together.

In just a few breaths, he repelled the master of the palace.

Following, Hu Yanru, Hu Yanpan, and Hu Yanshi arrived with the disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect.

But I saw that the disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect were ten in a row, each holding a round shield and holding a scimitar in his hand.

A battle of swords against shields begins.

Hu Yanshi led a team and shouted: "Rush into battle!"

The disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect moved forward together, no matter what moves your long sword has, and how it changes, I just push it all the way.

In an instant, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa retreated one after another, and several of them were knocked over by the shield before they could retreat.

The scimitar fell, blood and screams.

Suddenly!

A voice rang out: "Hugh is arrogant!"

Huyanshi immediately raised his shield, and a burst of sparks flashed on the shield surface.

Behind the shield, Hu Yanshi only raised his arm a little sore, and with a low roar, the shield was opened, and the scimitar in his hand was immediately split!

However, the scimitar fell but failed, and Hu Yanshi only felt the wind above his head.

"Get out of the way!"

When the sound arrived, Hu Yanru handed out the long sword in his hand and put it on the Huyan stone, Hu Yanpan snatched it out and dragged the Huyan stone back.

"Bell!"

Both sides separated!

Hu Yanru looked at the broken sword in his hand, and his willow eyebrows were upside down.

On the opposite side, Yun Feiyang raised the sword in one hand, pointing directly at the people of the Elephant Armor Sect, with one hand behind his back, his chin raised, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he tilted his head and sneered:

"The sword is elegant and beautiful, how can you wait for the armor to stop it?"

As soon as the voice fell!

Behind Yun Feiyang, the sound of shouting and killing was frequent.

Hundreds of disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa jumped up like a human wave, layer upon layer, and the blade of the sword was straight.

In an instant, the sword wave drowned the armor.

The heavy armor of the Weevil Armor Sect is different, in addition to being strong, it is much lighter than the iron armor.

But compared to the Tibetan Sword disciples, it is still a little too cumbersome.

I saw that the Tibetan sword disciples were like beautiful swords, and they left white marks on the heavy armor.

And the disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect have the advantage of scimitars, but they can only take a defensive position.

Correct!

If you keep it for a long time, you will inevitably lose.

A few streaks of blood flickered, and the Weevil Sect began to suffer casualties.

The masters of the palace are not idle, but they are overwhelmed.

In terms of cultivation, there are few disciples of the Tibetan Sword who can compare with the masters of the palace, but the big faction is the big faction, and it has its own extraordinary inheritance.

In comparison, the masters of the royal palace are dwarfed in terms of both moves and body skills.

When several Tibetan Sword disciples join forces, they can entangle a master, and even threaten the master's life.

Therefore, in the rivers and lakes, in addition to the quantity and quality of masters, the strength of the great faction is also extremely important, especially the number of elite disciples.

A leader like Yun Feiyang is even more one against three, enclosing Huyanru, Pan, and Shi in the sword circle.

Seeing that the person chasing the person became the beaten party.

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