Pawn Crossing the River

Among hundreds of households.

He Nian asked: "I wonder if Master Zhang likes drinking?"

Zhang Yuelu asked back: "Why, why would Baihu want to invite me to drink?"

"It's natural. I have this thirty-year-old wine in my hands. Why don't I invite Master Zhang to taste it first?" He Nian chuckled.

"That's not good." Zhang Yuelu said, "This is the wine that Qianhu wants. How can I win people's love?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll just get another jar for Master Qianhu." He Nian suddenly threw the wine jar in his hand.

The wine jar was injected with true energy in advance by He Nian. Before it hit the ground, it exploded in the air, and the wine contained in it fell like rain.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Yuelu used "photo paper" to turn into a paper umbrella, covering his body. Then the paper umbrella spun, and the wine was thrown away by the rotating umbrella surface, scattering in all directions.

Some fell on the railings, eaves, or walls. In an instant, small holes were corroded, making a sizzling sound.

If you look closely, you will see that this is some kind of old wine. It is clearly the waste liquid "green vitriol oil" produced by alchemy, and no one knows what poison has been added, making it look extremely weird. All it takes is one drop on your body, and it will rot to the bone.

However, the "photographic paper" is a semi-immortal object, and more than a treasure. Not only was it not damaged, it didn't even leave any traces.

He Nian said no more, stretched out his hand to take a shot, and the sword on his waist flew into his hand.

He Nian held the knife in his right hand and lightly touched the blade with two fingers of his left hand. The blade was suddenly covered with a layer of white light, which flowed erratically, like ripples on water, and at the same time there was a faint sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

Zhang Yuelu instantly felt the harsh meaning and said softly: "Fuke follows the master in the wind, and water and fire complement each other to transform reality into reality. It's quite interesting."

He Nian said calmly: "To deal with Master Zhang, naturally you have to use some special skills."

Zhang Yuelu closed the paper umbrella in his hand, signaling He Nianjin to let go and do anything.

He Nian was not polite, he pushed forward quickly and slashed horizontally with his sword.

Zhang Yuelu stood still. Just when the blade was about to touch him, Zhang Yuelu's cloak automatically moved without wind, and ripples of energy rippled around his body. The paper umbrella in his hand was like a sword, and he pointed at the weak point of the blade. There was a soft sound, and He Nian could hardly hold the sword in his hand.

At this moment, a heavy snow finally fell.

He Nian's face changed slightly, and he raised his sword in the air again.

The swaying snow curtain was split into two in an instant.

Zhang Yuelu raised the paper umbrella in his hand, using the umbrella as a sword, and held it horizontally in front of him.

The harsh sound of metal and stone colliding sounded.

The two of them suddenly separated, and the long knife in He Nian's hand trembled slightly, causing all the snowflakes within an inch of the blade to turn into snow particles like sprinkled salt.

Not a single snowflake touched Zhang Yuelu's body, and the falling snowflakes circled and danced around her, like a mist.

The two of them faced each other without giving an inch.

The paper umbrella and the long knife each drew an arc in the snow curtain, and then collided suddenly.

The violent energy vibration directly shattered the snow curtain around both sides into a vast white mist.

The two were fighting together.

He Nian's sword moves and kills, fierce and fierce, only attacking but not defending, advancing but not retreating, dying but not living.

Zhang Yue's deer umbrella moves lightly, misty and unpredictable, as if the umbrella is missing in the mist and snow, but the paper umbrella is missing but no one is there.

But seeing Zhang Yuelu's light and agile figure, he came and went quickly, and his sword moves were mysterious, either virtual or real, and extremely erratic. Although a real person was right in front of him, He Nian felt that he was floating and misty, like smoke. fog.

He Nian could only wave the long knife in his hand tightly, and the sound of whistling through the air was almost continuous.

After the fierce battle, Zhang Yuelu still had the energy to speak: "Sure enough, you are the person dressed as a soap official! Where are your accomplices?"

He Nian's expression suddenly changed: "How did you know?"

Zhang Yuelu didn't answer, and simply passed by with an umbrella.

In an instant, all the snowflakes in the courtyard instantly shattered and turned into countless powdery snow particles, like mist, shrouding He Nian in it.

He Nian suddenly fell backwards and retreated a distance of more than tens of feet. The energy in his body was swaying endlessly, causing the surrounding snow curtain to waver.

The white mist formed by the falling snow followed closely.

After He Nian stabilized his body, he circulated the true energy in his body. There was a hob air flowing on the long knife in his hand, like riding the wind and waves, breaking through the white fog that blinded the eyes, and at the same time, he completely chopped up the true energy contained in it with one blow. .

Qi energy reverberated around, causing the snow and mist mixed with abundant energy to swirl around the distance between the two people.

The sword energy in He Nian's hand is like the river tide at the Dragon Boat Festival. It rises and rises again and again. Even in the vast snow and fog, the sword energy can be clearly seen lingering. It is condensed almost into substance, as if adding another edge to the blade, approaching Zhang Yuelu. go.

Countless whirlwinds of energy were generated around Zhang Yuelu's body, overlapping each other in an endless stream, making He Nian's sword seem to be stuck in a quagmire. No matter what, he could neither advance nor retreat.

He Nian released his right hand holding the knife without hesitation, and while stepping back, he pointed a finger at the head of the long knife.

The long knife suddenly made a thunderous sound, the sword energy was restrained, and there was a faint flash of electric arc. It broke free from the entanglement of the Qi opener in an instant, and stabbed Zhang Yuelu directly in the face.

The "Sword Controlling Technique" of the Qi Refiner.

Zhang Yuelu stopped, his feet still, and his upper body suddenly leaned back, forming an exaggerated angle that was almost parallel to the ground.

After the long knife passed over Zhang Yuelu, she just straightened up when she saw He Nian holding the sword formula with his right hand and making a pulling and pulling movement. Then, under the pull of the true energy, the long knife actually Then he forcibly turned a round arc behind Zhang Yuelu, like a swallow whirling around a beam, and once again stabbed straight into the woman's back.

Zhang Yuelu turned around suddenly, and opened the paper umbrella in his hand, like a lotus blooming, and like a big shield, blocking the heart-piercing knife from behind.

The long knife stabbed the umbrella surface, making a sharp and harsh sound of metal and stone colliding and rubbing.

He Nian made a gesture of holding the handle of the knife, and the long knife then turned and hovered in front of the owner.

He Nian held the sword again, followed the movement of the sword, and swept towards Zhang Yuelu again, as if he was hearing thunder in a silent place, and it was coming in an instant.

Facing this knife, Zhang Yuelu did not dodge, but turned the paper umbrella in his hand into a white paper spear and stabbed it out.

The tip of the spear touched the blade of the blade. He Nian's figure suddenly shook, and a flush of color appeared on his face.

Zhang Yuelu swayed backwards and fell. After his feet touched the ground, violent energy exploded directly under his feet and spread to the surroundings, like a white lotus that was slowly blooming.

When Zhang Yuelu stood still, He Nian also charged forward again. The sword energy surged, causing the blade that was originally only three feet to lengthen by another half a foot.

Zhang Yuelu held the spear in both hands and fired it out with such force that it gave people the illusion that the spear was bent into an arc. He Nian blocked it with a backhand knife, and the two collided. There was a sudden explosion of thunder, and countless chaotic energy machines were scattered in all directions.

Zhang Yue's deer body moves with the spear in his hand, sweeping one arc, three arcs are like a half moon, and nine arcs become a full moon.

This set of marksmanship came from the hands of Qi Ying, the former governor of central Qin Dynasty. His marksmanship is recognized as unparalleled in the world. This man once led an army to fight against the Golden Horde, and it was only on the battlefield that he could hone his marksmanship to the extreme.

Qi Ying used his gun to sweep again and again but not to stab again. He once blocked the pouring of the Luoshui river with eighty-one consecutive sweeps.

I saw Zhang Yuelu's nine sweeps into a full moon. The move had not aged, but it was already spinning around. Then there was a big full moon within a small full moon, and a half moon with a quarter moon. More and more full moons were imagined by the spear. After a while, Zhang Yuelu's The whole body is hidden in countless full moons. One of the full moons has not disappeared, and the other one has regenerated. Although the spear is moving extremely fast, there is no sound of strong wind whistling, which shows that it is not blindly strong, but has softness under the strength. Resilience has reached the realm of transformation.

At this time, He Nian could no longer find any gaps in Zhang Yuelu's marksmanship. The arcs were like a moon, layered on top of each other, like a well-organized military formation, capable of defending when retreating and attacking when advancing, like a wave of shield walls, slowly coming in. , not attacking each other one by one, but a defensive mix of dozens of marksmanships, which turned into an offensive at the same time, as if a large shield was pressed down directly.

If He Nian couldn't resist, he would have to retreat and avoid it. As long as he takes a step back, Zhang Yuelu will press forward. If he presses harder step by step, he will lose if he stays for a long time, and he will be defeated.

Why not retreat? Instead of attacking, you won't have the slightest upper hand.

Since ancient times, when comparing weapons with each other, one inch is shorter and the other is more dangerous, and every inch is longer and the other is stronger.

Previously, He Nian and Zhang Yuelu had a close fight because of the word "danger". If they were not careful, blood might be spilled within five steps. But at this time, Zhang Yuelu used his spear and used the advantage of the length of the weapon to suppress He Nian so that he could not get close. He then occupied the word "strong", and the situation of strength and weakness changed instantly.

Zhang Yuelu's spear suddenly slowed down, and then he changed his move and drew a long arc that was three feet long, approaching He Nian's face.

He Nian only felt a bit of cold air coming towards his face. He couldn't avoid it and could only passively use his sword to resist. However, this sweep was actually a false move. Suddenly, Zhang Yuelu switched his left and right hands back and forth, and with a flash of the spear in his hand, he aimed at He Nian's neck. Strike out.

This move was so fast that it was too late for He Nian to put away the knife and defend. He had to move forward to close the distance between their weapons, and pointed the long knife at her side with the intention of attacking the enemy and saving her. .

Zhang Yuelu had already expected it. With the two of them close, he held the middle part of the spear and swiped the tail of the spear, knocking the weapon away from He Nian's hand. Then he swung the gun head and hit He Nian's neck hard, causing it to fly sideways, breaking a pillar of the corridor and causing a section of the corridor to collapse, burying it under the ruins.

At this moment, someone shouted: "Stop!"

Zhang Yuelu turned around and looked around, only to see a group of Qingluan guards pouring into the place, surrounding her, and then parting ways, two men walked slowly towards her.

One of them is Luo Xiao from the local Baihu Station, while the other one is a stranger, probably not too old, with a short beard. Judging from the clothes on his body, he is from Qianhu of Qingluan Guard.

Luo Xiao looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhang, I hope you can give an explanation."

Zhang Yuelu put away the spear in his hand, indicating that he was not hostile, and then said: "This person is a believer of the ancient immortal. He used 'green vitriol oil' to sneak attack me in front, and I fought back. If you two don't believe it, you can search his body now." , there should be something related to the ancient immortal."

Luo Xiao's expression changed slightly and he looked at Master Qianhu beside him.

This Qianhu's face was as dark as water.