While speaking, the man raised his Shuriken and rushed straight towards the few people.

His movements were fast, and his sword was fast.

According to his idea, although the young man in front of him had some skills, he was not his opponent. He could take him down in ten moves.

But he never expected that Zhao Yuan had been dealing with top martial arts masters, Xiaoyaozi, Blood Eagle King, Yinyue Sect Saint, Zhuge Tian, ​​and Mr. Wuying, that person who was not a powerful figure in the world.

Although this person has high martial arts skills, he still has a long gap compared to these top experts. Therefore, his plan to win the crowd first is simply not feasible.

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

"A little trick!"

The visitor sneered, and with a sword, he easily picked up the hilt of the knife.

But his movements couldn't help but slow down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Yuan didn't care about his image and rolled to the ground, almost avoided his sword, grabbed the sword of the dead assassin in his hand and waved it, blocking the next sword. He then supported the ground with one hand, retreated backwards, and stood up at the same time. The next moment, a sword stabbed.

The two swords contacted each other again in close contact.

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

The person who came smiled and said, "The sword brush in his hand didn't stop at all, and every move was extremely tricky."

Zhao Yuan can only barely deal with it now.

His Shurijian was somewhat unsatisfactory, and the opponent's sword skills were above him. The light-looking sword contained a thousand pounds of power. He was shocked without taking a wave. If it weren't for the Lingyun Step and the exquisite sword skills, he would have been defeated long ago.

The person who came was also a little surprised. The other party was young and looked only twenty years old, but he had already insisted on dozens of moves under his hands. Moreover, his swordsmanship was very exquisite, and he had never seen it before.

As a sword-user, the most irresistible thing is the magical weapon and exquisite swordsmanship. He immediately said: "Boy, who is your master?"

Zhao Yuan kept silent, and he couldn't say that his master was the Blood Eagle King, Xiaoyaozi, the saint of Yinyue Sect, and Zhuge Tian.

Moreover, the situation is very unoptimistic. The killer behind him has already chased him and surrounded Liu Zhiqing and others. Fortunately, the three of them can do it, and their purpose is obviously to capture Liu Zhiqing alive, so they have not yet killed him and will not be defeated for a while.

But it will be a matter of time before this continues to fail. Moreover, there is still a long distance from the Liu family, so it is impossible for anyone to come to support it.

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

When he was anxious, his hands were slowing down by half a beat. How could the visitor miss such an opportunity? He shouted: "Retreat!"

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a great force coming from the sword in his hand, and he couldn't help but loosen it. The sword had been picked out. At the same time, the opportunity came, and someone was bullied in front of him and a palm was printed 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, and a sweet mouth was spurted out with blood.

Almost instantly, a huge internal force recoiled, as if it was slapped on a hard iron plate, and it was a little numb when it was shocked.

"What a powerful internal strength!"

The visitor said in surprise, and quickly took two or three steps back, waved the sword in his hand, and said, "Boy, as long as you honestly tell me what your master is, I will let you go today!"

Zhao Yuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the tumbling internal breath in his body with his internal force, and tried to calm his breath, saying, "Let me go? Then let them go too?"

But in Zhao Yuan's ear, a sound as thin as a mosquito-speaking sound came: "This person is known as the Ghost Sword Wang Quan, who is a master of the Dian Cang Sect. His sword technique is known for his tricks and weirdness. Your sword technique is not his opponent now. You delay for a moment and adjust your inner breath. I will help you with your help. As for those three people, don't worry, you can face the enemy with peace of mind."

Zhao Yuanke heard this sound very familiar, it was Xiaoyaozi who had disappeared for a long time.

Zhao Yuan was immediately happy, so when Wang Quan asked, he deliberately delayed the time, but secretly adjusted his internal breath. He had to admit that his palm was really powerful, and his whole chest felt like he was hit hard by a hammer, and the subsequent internal energy was raging in his body.

Wang Quan didn't know what Zhao Yuan was planning, so he shook his head and said, "This is not possible. I was ordered to capture them. How could I let them go? Letting you go is already done with kindness and righteousness!"

Zhao Yuan said: "Then shouldn't I thank you."

Wang Quan said: "Thank you so much, you just need to tell me which sect you are. In addition, your swordsmanship has not been fully exerted."

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

Zhao Yuan said: "I'm sorry, my master is low-key, and he doesn't want anyone to know his name. And I will come with them. If they are taken away and go back alone, wouldn't it make people think I am your accomplice!"

Wang Quan was a little angry, raised the sword in his hand and said, "It's stubborn! Then I'll send you on the way first."

After saying that, he started moving.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Yuan also moved, but he did not escape, and he posted it up.

"court death!"

Wang Quan shouted, and Shuriken immediately transformed into countless sword shadows.

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

As soon as Zhao Yuan leaned into his body, he immediately used the flower-picking finger.

And in my ears, Xiaoyaozi's voice kept coming.

"The mirror flower and water moon attack his Tiantu acupoint."

"There is a flash in the pan and the Quchi acupoint."

"The willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and the body is pillared and the hole is good."

...

At this moment, Zhao Yuan had turned into a afterimage, circled around Wang Quan, and followed Xiaoyaozi's instructions to attack the big acupoints around him.

Wang Quan became more and more shocked. After putting down the sword, why did this kid seem to have become a different person? His moves were more exquisite, and he seemed to have completely seen through his sword skills. He could hurt him every time he saw that he could be injured, but he was almost avoided.

Moreover, this kind of kung fu is rare in the world.

"Can't it..."

Wang Quan was shocked and blurted out: "Picking the flower finger, is your master Xiaoyaozi?"

Who else can practice this kind of kung fu in the world except Xiaoyaozi?

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

When he spoke, his hands moved faster and he showed no mercy. The reason why he was called the Ghost Sword is because his sword was fast and erratic, as if there was no way to find the law.

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt that the pressure increased greatly, and there seemed to be a erratic sword light around him, just like the ghost fire floating in the cemetery in the dark night.

"Puchi!"

A hole was cut in Zhao Yuan's shoulder and blood suddenly flowed.

Then there are the abdomen and legs.

In a moment, three parts of my body were injured, but the injury was not fatal.

"I won't let you die too well. I want you to shed all your blood and slowly be tortured to death by me!"

Wang Quan said with a grim smile.

"Don't worry, concentrate!"

Xiaoyaozi's voice came again, "In the powerful sword and the complicated sword moves, people use them. The sword moves are no trace, but people are not without trace!"

He said this, but Zhao Yuan secretly complained in his heart. It was not easy to care about his sword but his people? He moved too fast and his eyes couldn't catch up.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan's heart suddenly moved. Since he couldn't catch up with him, why did he chase him by himself? His Lingyunbu was Zhuge Tian's unique skill.

All of these are fleeting thoughts in my mind.

The next moment, Zhao Yuan immediately implemented it, no longer caring about Wang Quan's confusing sword moves, but as if he hadn't seen it, Ling Yunbu used it with all his strength.

Wang Quan's sword is specially made. The sword body is pitch black all over. When it is created, special materials are added. As long as internal force is injected, the sword body can emit fluorescence. Once the sword is drawn fast enough, it will create an illusion. If you cannot see the sword body and only see the fluorescence, it can disturb people's minds. In addition, the sword technique of the Dian Cang Sect is tricky, and it is even more vicious after modification. Therefore, it has a good effect on people who are weaker than him or have almost the same difference in kung fu. Over time, it has been named the ghost sword.

Of course, it is of no use to deal with experts like Zhuge Tian.

Xiaoyaozi's original intention was to let Zhao Yuan look at people instead of swords, but Zhao Yuan felt it was even more difficult, so he simply didn't look at the sword. Instead of trying to avoid your sword, it would be better to let you find ways to chase me, from passive to active.

As he expected, when Ling Yunbu used all his strength, Zhao Yuan seemed to turn into a wisp of blue smoke, circled around Wang Quan. Although Wang Quan's sword was fast, it was important to judge that Zhao Yuan's movements were effective, otherwise what was the difference between it and dancing in the air?

Xiaoyaozi's voice did not stop, and then he heard: "There are four key points for picking the flower finger, namely fast, accurate, strange, elegant, strange, strange, and unexpected, elegant means elegant, elegant means elegant, leisurely, and lightly, and act as if nothing is wrong."

When he was in the Black Prison, he was concerned about the Blood Eagle King. Xiaoyaozi did not tell Zhao Yuan the essence of the flower finger, and now he gave it all.

Fast and accurate, Zhao Yuan has these two points, but it needs to be practiced hard. Strange requires accumulation of experience and surprise to win, but in the end, elegant is the most difficult to understand.

Although Zhao Yuan can still support it for the time being, the crisis in which Wang Quan cannot be eliminated has not been resolved.

What's more, his internal strength is consumed so much now, and he is still injured. It doesn't seem to take too long to lose.

The key is that Wang Quan also saw this!
Chapter completed!