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Chapter 134 White Tiger Sword(1/2)

"Master Bai Wu, you brother doesn't have eyes. He has such a little ability and dares to be the first to be a leader. Such an idiot will die early and be cleaned up soon. Zhong is not talented, so he can help you clean up the door."

Zhong Jun threw the body of the bald giant man to the side, clapped his palms, and said with ease.

He ignored the masters surrounding him.

"Boy, you messed with me!"

Master Bai Wu stared at him, his eyes as if fire was about to emerge.

Although the bald giant man had a bad mind and his skills were just average in the eyes of the master, he was loyal to him and followed him for many years. He was very easy to use. Now he accidentally broke it here, which made him feel a little painful.

Especially, Zhong Jun even scolded him. Killing him is not counted, he also scolded someone idiots!

Zhong Jun smiled, spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "So what? Master Bai Wu is so kind. Just come up and kill me. Do you dare?"

"Boy, you're crazy!"

On the other side, a man in green standing alone said coldly.

The man in blue was about thirty years old, tall and tall, with a cold face. He stood alone in the distance, farther than everyone else. I don’t know if he was afraid of plotting against others because he was single or extremely confident, and he was not afraid that the secret of the wolf head order would be obtained first.

Zhong Jun's eyes stopped on his face for a moment, and a look of fear flashed quickly in his eyes, but soon turned into the lazy and fearless look.

In the current situation, if he doesn't have any powerful backup, there is almost no possibility of running away.

Since that's the case, no matter how powerful this man in blue is, what's scary?

"I, Zhong Jun, have always been like this. If the official Ximen is not accused of it, he can kill me. It doesn't matter."

Zhong Jun said lazily.

The man in blue suddenly had a cold look in his eyes, and the veins on his neck were vaguely visible.

"Everyone!"

Master Bai Wu clasped his fists and arched his fists and said loudly.

"This guy clearly wants to mobilize us to fight each other. He is so busy with troubled waters. Bai Laowu left his words here. I want to deal with this kid and avenge my brother. When I deal with him, everyone will ask whatever they want. Bai Laowu will never eat alone."

After explaining the scene, Bai Laowu stretched his hand back and shouted loudly.

"Come on the knife!"

A man in black who followed closely followed, took a long sheathed sword with both hands.

"bass"

Bai Wuye drew his sword and unsheathed it. The cold light was dazzling.

Judging from the shape of this knife, it is a very typical "shaving saber", with a thick back and thin blade, with an extremely sharp edge. It is only carved with a silver tiger head as decoration on the handle of the knife, which is also a symbol.

This kind of horse-slashing sword inlaid with a silver tiger head, also known as the "White Tiger Sword" in the world, is the exclusive weapon of the White Tiger Hall.

The forty-eight styles of killing horses are the guardian swords that have been passed down for hundreds of years in the White Tiger Hall!

Powerful without casting.

As soon as the knife was unsheathed, the atmosphere at the scene immediately became extremely solemn.

Master Bai Wu held a big knife and strided forward, staring at Zhong Jun.

"My surname is Zhong, please show off your weapons!"

Zhong Jun smiled, flipped his wrist and held the stick in his hand.

Master Bai Wu raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted coldly.

Compared with the powerful White Tiger Sword in his hand, the stick swing in Zhong Jun is really inconspicuous. Especially in such an open place, the White Tiger Sword Technique with a wide open and close can exert its strongest power. How can a small stick swing be withstood?

This kid is so arrogant that he must be self-reliant and does not take him seriously.

"kill!"

Bai Wu Ye didn't say nonsense. He shook his wrist and the thick-backed sword was like a sharp sword. He rushed straight to the central palace and penetrated Zhong Jun's chest and into the ribs.

Yan Feiyang nodded slightly when he saw it.

The saber cutting is thick and solid, usually weighing seven or eight kilograms, and it can be used to slash vigorously. Only by slashing hard can the strength of this weapon be maximized. Now Bai Laowu is doing the opposite and using a knife as a sword, which shows that this person has a considerable level of sword skills and strong wrist strength.

"when"!

Zhong Jun swung the thick white tiger sword aside with a seemingly light swinging stick.

"Master Bai Wu, please be serious if you want to play. You can't be so fancy, don't make a joke."

Zhong Jun said lazily.

"Boy, you're very arrogant!"

Master Bai Wu shouted angrily, but his subordinates kept slashing with his backhand and flirting upwards.

Looking closely, the blade of the White Tiger Sword was opened with a reverse blade, just like the blade, extremely sharp.

Zhong Jun still waved his stick and swung the knife away. His feet slipped, and his stick swung, and suddenly stabbed towards Bai Wu's face. This time he was quick and fierce. Bai Wu's head was caught off guard and turned his head quickly, feeling a pain on his face, and his skin was already blooming. He didn't bother to curse, and he grabbed a sword in his hand and quickly retreated.

A very obvious sneer sounded around.

Bai Wuye's black face suddenly turned red. He turned geese all year round, but today he was pecked at the eyes of the geese here.

It's simply outrageous!

Gongsun Lan's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and she whispered: "This guy's way is very strange..."

Zhong Jun has taken action several times, and even killed the bald giant man in front of everyone. With Gongsun Lan's proficiency, it is still impossible to see what kind of origin Zhong Jun is.

Yan Feiyang whispered: "This is the trick of horse thieves in Anxi area."

"Horse thief?"

Gongsun Lan couldn't help but be quite surprised.

This is really beyond her research scope. Although she has read a lot of books, there are very few related to horse thieves. What's more, Yan Feiyang said the place name "Anxi".

This place name is too old, even older than the profession of horse thief.

There is no doubt that Yan Feiyang is not talking about the current Anxi (county), but refers to the vast Western Regions under the jurisdiction of the ancient Anxi Protectorate. It was once a must-pass area on the Silk Road, with caravans endlessly. Similarly, horse thieves were also elusive and never cut off.

"How do you know this is a horse thief's trick?"

Gongsun Lan asked back.

"Because I will, too. The old man taught me."

Yan Feiyang's answer is always so concise.

In fact, the old man not only taught him similar tricks, but also warned him very clearly that anyone who knows this trick must be an enemy and must not be let go.

This is a very rare situation for Yan Feiyang.

No one can better understand the old man's aura of looking down on the world than him. Although the old man has never said anything to despise other figures in other sects, his invincible heroism could not be concealed no matter what.

Yan Feiyang once believed that in the eyes of the old man, there was never a real enemy.

Because almost no one dares to be an enemy of him!

Only the so-called Anxi Horse thief is so serious about it.

It can be seen that the Anxi horse thief is in the mind of the old man.

The old man even taught him the horse thief's tricks.

Generally speaking, they are all sideways and the means of making the best use of the means of striking the east and attacking the west. Although it is very suitable, it is not an open and upright trick at first glance.

When the old man taught him these tricks, he also made it very clear that it was not to let him use this kind of trick to fight against the enemy, but to "know yourself and your enemy without any victory" to avoid sudden encounters with such tricks.

In fact, when Yan Feiyang saw the horse thief's tricks here, the surprise in his heart was not inferior to Gongsun Lan at all.

What is the reason why this genre successor who was understood by the old man as the enemy suddenly appeared in Wei Zhou? Is it just because of coincidence that Xia He happened to hide in Wei Zhou?

Yan Feiyang subconsciously felt that this matter might have deeper inside information.

The situation in the field changed again.

Bai Wu Ye roared like thunder, holding the knife in both hands, opening and closing, and the sword light was like snow, completely covering Zhong Jun. Under such a rapid attack, Zhong Jun's style of sword-like attack was immediately suppressed and could not be used at all, so he could only struggle to resist.

Yan Feiyang nodded and said, "The White Tiger Sword Technique is well-deserved."

In any case, the White Tiger Hall is also a sect among the eight sects. Although it ranks relatively low, the sword techniques known as the guardian sword always have outstanding features.

Another branch of the White Tiger Hall, the "Five Tigers Broken Gate Knife", was once famous in the world, and was powerful in the north, and even overshadowed the reputation of the White Tiger Hall branch.

Gongsun Lan smiled, shook her head gently, and said, "If you continue to fight like this, you won't be able to hold on for a quarter of an hour."

As the saying goes, the wind will not last, and the heavy rain will not last.

Master Bai Wu was so full of energy to attack, and he was completely holding his anger. As long as he vented his anger, he would collapse immediately. The problem is that no matter who it is, he couldn't hold on for too long.

It's really exhausting.

"The question is, can this kid hold on for a quarter of an hour?"

Li Wugui was a little suspicious.

Before he finished speaking, a "sneer" sounded, and a few blood splashed out. Although there were still sword lights in the field, dazzling, but the audience could see clearly with the eyes of the audience. A hint of ochre appeared on Zhong Jun's shoulder.
To be continued...
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