martial arts accelerator

Chapter 68

Xiaofeng blows people cold, and the morning traces are covered with frost marks.

"Crackling" the horse's hooves sounded, and the sound stopped in front of a hoofprint.

The swordsman in black got off his horse and leaned over to take a look.

The hoof prints were water-stained and deep in the mud, apparently left early this morning.

"We can catch up, try not to offend that crazy woman Ling Feiyan." The swordsman felt a little excited, got on his horse and continued to chase.

The horse's hooves ran over the white road, adding two new lines of marks.

The official road winds and undulates with the mountains.

Not long after, a man and a woman in front of him could be seen from a distance.

After resting last night, Zhang Yong and Le Xinyan's spirits improved significantly.

"Sister Le, who are these five sects and six sects?"

When the journey entered the mountain road, the speed naturally slowed down a lot. The two believed in the horse, and Zhang Yong also asked the doubts in his heart at the right time.

"The five gates are the Tianxiang Gate, the Shadow Gate, the Sword Making Gate, the Yaowang Gate and the Baixiao Gate."

"Where are the mountain gates of these sects? Why do they have seeking stones?"

Along the way, Zhang Yong obviously became interested in these Jianghu sects, unlike before, he didn't understand anything and didn't care about it.

It is rare to see Zhang Yong so eager to learn, Le Xinyan suppressed the impatience in her heart: "Tianxiangmen, Zhujianmen and Yaowangmen are all in Xinguo, and the gates of Shadow Gate and Baixiaomen have always been mysteries."

In addition to Wu Kingdom and Jing Kingdom, Xin Kingdom, which had been inconspicuous before, had a sense of presence.

"As for the Dao Seeking Stone, it is said that the Five Sects and Six Sects have a mine that will produce some steadily every year."

"Mine lode!" Zhang Yong's eyes glowed upon hearing this.

A used one can provide us with more than 1000 points of chivalry. If this can be touched into the mine veins, wouldn't I be instantly invincible?Thinking of this, Zhang Yong immediately asked excitedly: "Which sect is the closest to our Guishuitang?"

"The nearest one." Le Xinyan thought about it and compared it.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Not far away, a black-clothed swordsman was galloping on horseback with a piece of letterhead.

Being a little closer, the swordsman saw clearly when the two turned around and looked back.

"Male, under [-]. Wu Kingdom returned to Qi Kingdom. His face was bruised"

Zhang and Le thought they were people on the road, so they drove their horses out of the way.

"The woman over here is Le Xinyan from Guishuitang, right?" the swordsman said to himself.

One man and one horse came to the front, and rushed towards the gap between the two of them.

"That shouldn't be wrong." The swordsman put away the letter and held the handle of the knife.

For a split second, the wind lifted Le Xinyan's hair, and Zhang Yong clearly heard the voice of talking to himself.

"Let's kill together."

The sword light suddenly appeared.

"Miss Le, be careful!"

Alarm bells rang out in Zhang Yong's heart, and he punched out.

"Dang!" There was a muffled sound.

"What a quick knife!"

This is Zhang Yong's first feeling.

"What a heavy force!"

A bottom-up punch hit the back of the knife, but it barely missed its trajectory. Zhang Yong used the force to lean back and barely got out of the way.

"It's interesting." The swordsman saw that Zhang Yong was able to evade the ultimate move, so he took a look.

"Then what about this knife?" The light of the knife flashed away, Le Xinyan's forehead was bleeding.

"Hiss~" The horse felt pain and suddenly leaned back, causing the knife to miss.

It turned out that Zhang Yong grabbed the opponent's ponytail with force.

"Miss Le, run!"

Zhang Yong shouted, turned over and jumped onto the opponent's horse, fighting with him.

陈必
Age: 37 years old

skill:
The True Art of the Stars (Perfect)
No fixed body method (perfect in one's mind)
Micro-Dark Saber Style (Superb)

Drawing sword pose (superb)

Internal strength has been cultivated for 45 years

Among Zhang Yong's opponents, big and small, the most powerless was facing Ma Jiangtian.

And this person in front of him looks stronger than Ma Jiangtian!
Zhang Yong didn't have the confidence to stop the opponent, so he could only go one by one.

Le Xinyan did not hesitate and ran wildly on her horse. She could not even see the opponent's sword clearly. This was obviously not a battle of her level, not to mention she was still injured.

The only way to save Zhang Yong is to rush back to Guishuitang to find the hall master as soon as possible.

"Zhang Yong, hold on!" After shouting, Le Xinyan never looked back.

Seeing that Le Xinyan was not entangled with life or death, Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief, now, he just needs to take care of himself.

Zhang Yong violently swung his fist and punched the opponent's back of the head.

Chen Bi repeatedly dodged, but the opponent occupied a favorable position behind him, making it somewhat inconvenient for him to make moves.After receiving Zhang Yong's two punches with his back, Chen Bi took advantage of the situation and turned backhand with his sword to face the enemy sideways.

The sword light came to kill, Zhang Yong took aim, and punched the round, but suddenly found that the sword was gone? !

At the critical moment, Zhang Yong relied on his intuition, leaned back and punched, hitting the spine of the knife that suddenly appeared.

"Is this the Wei Ming sword technique?!" Zhang Yong looked serious. He probably understood what this so-called Wei Ming was about.

"There are still living people who can recognize my sword skills." Chen Bi was a little surprised, but his hands were not slow, and he swung backhand sword skills again and again.
Every ray of sword light is fleeting, and the only way to find traces is when the killing blow is imminent.

Zhang Yong could only rely on the subtle sound and the faint wind of the sword to barely judge, and finally left it to Wang Baquan to deal with it.

Fortunately, Wang Baquan is still the pinnacle of boxing.

Three swords in a row, but Dao Dao disappeared, but Dao Dao was blocked.

Chen Bijian was overjoyed to see Liexin, and swung out even more mysterious and unpredictable saber techniques.

Since he couldn't see it, Zhang Yong simply closed his eyes.

Undetectable air fluctuations, a slender and swift shadow of a knife appeared in his mind.

left!

Zhang Yong punched at will, hitting with precision.

The knife shadow swirled, drew a sharp line in the air, and struck again.

Up!

In my mind, it was clearly visible that Wang Baquan swung out again.

"Dang!" There was a crisp collision, and after this blow, the shadow of the knife in his mind was sheathed.

"It's really interesting. Your boxing skills are worthy of the evaluation of perfection, or it should be even higher." Chen Bi praised.

Zhang Yong didn't dare to be careless at all, he really remembered the startling light of the knife when they crossed each other just now.

Superb, knife-drawing style!
Knife light reproduction.

Different from the Wei Ming knife technique, this knife is clearly visible.

But unstoppable.

Zhang Yong reached out with his left hand, and punched the back of the knife with his right hand three times in a row, still only slightly affecting the trajectory.

This was a gap in internal strength. Zhang Yong had no choice but to watch the blade slash at him.

"Bang!" The blade was on his body, Zhang Yong was hit by the blade, turned over and rolled down the mountain road.

"Um?!"

Wasn't cut in half on the spot?And it doesn't feel right.Chen Bi was a little curious, and then found his empty belt.

The scabbard was gone.

"Oh, good response." Chen Bi got off his horse and chased after him.

Zhang Yong gritted his teeth and ran wildly. Although the scabbard knife just now did not shock him to death, the sword wounds left in the battle of the Chen family were ruptured in several places, and blood oozes from the wounds all over his body.

He tore off the sleeve with all his strength, tied the scabbard tightly to his right arm, and then plunged headlong into the dense forest.

After calming down his beating heart a little bit, Zhang Yong knew that he would not be able to avoid the opponent's saber technique just now.

However, Zhang Yong made the right bet.

A good knife must have a good sheath.

(End of this chapter)