Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Zhang Liang had been prepared for a long time, he pushed Ruoli away, turned sideways to avoid, Jian Guang will flash by in front of his eyes.Ji Ran reacted quickly. With a twist of his wrist, he turned the previous straight thrust into a sweep.Zhang Liang leaned back, stepped sideways after Ji Ran's sharp sword swept by, stabilized his figure, and with the strength of the rotation, his arms half-wrapped the edge of the cloak, sweeping over like waving a flag, accumulating The ice scum on the cloth flew towards Ji Ran like a thousand arrows.

Ji Ran's surprise attack failed, and she was forced to take a dozen steps back. After she stopped, her expression became even more ruthless, "You know martial arts?!"

Zhang Liang's right arm was still sideways, the edge of the cloak was draped over his arm, and the rest was hanging behind his back, the cold wind blew past, making a whirring sound.He was clearly a young man as slender as jade, but for no reason he gave birth to an aura of martial arts.

"It's true that I have learned a little bit, otherwise, I would have died under the sword of the lord just now."

"Really?" Ji Ran drew the tip of the sword in a semicircle on the ground, and when the sword was out of the sheath, there was no reason to take it back, "I want to see how much you have learned!"

After the words, he raised his sword again.

Zhang Liang didn't have a weapon, so he took the unopened umbrella from Ruoli's hand and barely resisted the attack.

Seeing that he was struggling to block, Ji Ran became more and more proud, "You should be glad that what I bring is not a sword that cuts iron like mud, otherwise your umbrella would have been split in half by me!"

The corners of Zhang Liang's lips rose, and he turned around abruptly while holding the umbrella handle. He got rid of the pressure of the sharp sword, turned sideways to avoid Ji Ran's following palm, and took the opportunity to slash his wrist with a knife.Then exert strength with the wrist, turn the umbrella body half a circle around the wrist, hold it with the backhand, and press it against the opponent's throat.

"Boom!"

The sharp sword in Ji Ran's hand fell to the ground with a sound, and the cold umbrella was still hanging across her throat.

Zhang Liang glanced at him lightly, and said: "My lord should also be thankful, if Zifang was carrying a sharp weapon, you would have been decapitated just now with this move."

Ji Ran became angry from embarrassment, her fists were cackling, and the veins on her forehead were throbbing. She shouted at the guard who had been standing behind her, "What are you waiting for?"

The guard was dressed in ink, almost blending into the night.Hearing the master's call, he raised his head fiercely and rushed forward with his sword drawn.

His kung fu is much higher than Ji Ran's, and he is like a dragon in a ravine, devouring people from the skin to the bone.The scimitar in his hand was dazzlingly bright under the moonlight, and Zhang Liang's eyes dimmed—this person is by no means simple.

With a little foot, he flew towards the guards lightly. When he was close, the umbrella and the knife made a "click" sound.Both of them turned around and slapped their palms, and slid back a dozen steps.

It was freezing cold everywhere, and the cold wind suddenly blew a few flakes of fine snow, swirling in mid-air and fluttering down.

The umbrella in Zhang Liang’s hand already had a deep crack, he clenched it a little bit, looked up at the guard, “Your Excellency is hiding something, you must be a master of the middle class. Ovary is presumptuous, I don’t know if I can ask your name ?”

The guard held the scimitar in his backhand, nodded slightly, revealing his sharp eyes like a goshawk, "Nameless."

There is such a type of people who sell their lives to their masters and remain anonymous all their lives, only having a code name, and when they lose their lives someday, this code name is given to the next person.That guard is obviously one of thousands of such people, not for survival, only for killing.

The two paused for a moment, and then got involved in a duel again.The guard was somewhat of a warrior, he didn't like to take advantage of others' dangers, Zhang Liang didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he always used the back of his sword when attacking.

Ji Ran obviously saw the clue, angrily thrust his sword into the ground, took a step forward, and shouted at the guard: "What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

The guard didn't listen to what he said, he concentrated all his strength and still only used the back of his sword, while Zhang Liang caught him, he gradually bowed down.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Ji Ran tore off the thin rope tied around his neck, showed the milky white wolf tooth on the rope, and said viciously: "Yan Le, as the Ji family, I order you to kill him! "

The guard's code name is "Yan Le", the "Yan" of the king of Hades.

In one sentence, a hole was smashed in the ground, as if a giant cauldron had come out.

Yan Le's eyes sank, and he didn't hesitate anymore.Swishing the handle of the knife, the white blade approached Zhang Liang's vital points everywhere, and after several pieces of the paper umbrella were swiped away, he gradually regained the advantage.

Seeing Ji Ran throwing his sword, Ruoli, who was waiting for an opportunity, finally seized the opportunity, grabbed the Tang Pozi in his hand and hit him on the head with a "Bang Dang", yelling in pain, "You damn bastard! You beat my family!" Young master, I will beat you to death!"

Although Tang Pozi was wrapped in two layers of thick cloth, the water inside was made of solid bronze.Removing the cotton cloth is already a first-class weapon for Ruoli.

Hit it, hit it.It's just that Ji Ran didn't faint like in the drama, but turned around with a cruel face while clutching the back of her bleeding head.

"you wanna die!"

Ruoli held Pozi Tang innocently, blinked and said, "You, why don't you faint?"

Ji Ran was so angry that two veins popped out on his forehead, he picked him up like a chicken, and then threw him towards the high wall beside the road.

"Aww!" After Ruoli hit it, he slipped along the wall and fell to the ground, Dang even lost consciousness.

"Ruoli!"

Zhang Liang was distracted for a moment, and was caught in the gap.The sharp knife pointed straight at his face, and barely avoided it by turning sideways, but was hit by a palm on his right shoulder, causing his arm to convulse suddenly.The hand holding the handle of the umbrella trembled frequently, but in the end it was invincible to the successive attacks, and the umbrella dropped from his hand and flew straight out.

After receiving the palm with difficulty, Zhang Liang took seventeen steps back to stabilize his feet. Zhang Liang was panting heavily, and he had no strength to fight back.He raised his eyes and looked at the man holding the knife, still unwilling to admit defeat, he said slowly: "If I hold the sword today, I will definitely be able to fight you for another hundred rounds."

The guard raised his hand, held the knife in front of his eyes, and stretched out two fingers from left to right to caress the blade from the beginning to the end, accumulating energy for the final blow.

"Unfortunately, you don't have this chance!"

With one step, the blade sliced ​​through the icy air and flew straight towards Zhang Liang.

"Den!"

Unexpectedly, at the last moment when the white blade stabbed him, he was blocked by a sword.Sparks burst out between the two sharp weapons, and just by looking at the sparks, one can tell that the owner of the sharp weapon is extremely powerful.

Zhang Liang turned his head sideways, looked at the visitor in disbelief, dumbfounded, "I hate you, senior brother?"

The person who came was Ximen Yan, his appearance was still indifferent, and the aggressive aura around him made people dare not approach him.

Ximen Yan glanced at him indifferently, and then exerted force suddenly, knocking the knife in the guard's hand away in the blink of an eye, and piercing his chest with a sword.Seeing this, Ji Ran hurriedly raised his sword and attacked, but just as he stepped out, he stopped abruptly.

I saw Ximen Yan holding the sword flat, the point of the sword was only half an inch away from the center of Ximen Yan's eyebrows, the bright red blood dripped along the blade and hit the ground, the murderous aura went straight to the heart.

Ji Ran's throat trembled, and she forcibly calmed down, "Who are you?"

Ximen Yan's eyes were full of ice, "You have no right to know."

Cold sweat broke out on Ji Ran's forehead, his voice trembled, and he asked, "Are you here to save him, or to kill me?"

Ximen Yan didn't move his sword hand, and said, "You're lucky, I don't want to kill anyone today. But I'll count to three, if you haven't disappeared, I don't mind helping you."

Ji Ran had never been threatened like this before. His thick black eyebrows twitched, but he was unable to fight him, so he only used his words, "I, Ji Ran, will definitely make you pay back a thousand times in the future!"

The cold wind was cold, Ximen Yan moved the sword half an inch forward, and the tip of the sword just touched Ji Ran's forehead.

Ji Ran backed away in fear, her face twitching a few times.He left angrily, and when he passed Yan Le who was seriously injured, he cursed in a low voice: "Why don't you leave soon? Useless things!"

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared into the night.

Ximen Yan calmly took out the white towel, wiped off the blood on the blade, threw it in the wind, and ignored it.

Zhang Liang hurriedly ran to check on Ruoli's injuries, and found that there was only a wound on his head, he passed out temporarily, he breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared to carry him back home.

Ximen hated seeing other people's weak strength, so he lifted Ruoli away, put it on his shoulders, and walked straight forward.

Zhang Liang followed his steps, "Brother, why did you come to Xinzheng suddenly?"

Ximen didn't look sideways in disgust, "I'll come if I want to."

"Really..." Zhang Liang put on a relaxed smile like a spring breeze, "Oh, I was in danger just now, thank you brother for saving me!"

Ximen Yan's expression was not good-looking, "I don't bring a sword from now on, don't be brave."

Zhang Liang blushed slightly, bowed his head and said: "Yes... It is true that Zifang didn't hold his breath just now. Fortunately, senior brother made a move at a critical moment, otherwise, Zifang might have lost his head."

Ximen Yan had just fought against Yan Le, so he probably explored his martial arts, then compared Zhang Liang's martial arts, and commented: "If you had a sword, you could have fought him."

Zhang Liang raised the broken umbrella in his hand, "If you only have an umbrella, you can withstand it for a while."

Ximen disdainfully said, "Umbrellas are useless."

The cold wind blew, and the snow fell even more.

Zhang Liang spread his hand, and a snowflake melted in his palm, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Huh? Who said it's useless?"

He opened it with a snap, but immediately froze in place, the elation he had finally ignited just now disappeared—good guy, after the baptism of fighting just now, he is almost broken.

With a coy smile, he covered the only remaining piece of umbrella paper on top of Ximen Yan's head, and said firmly, "Ah...it can barely cover it."

Ximen Yan stopped in his tracks, "I can't walk if you're like this."

He was too tall, Zhang Liang could barely reach his chest, and the handle of the umbrella was broken. Even with his hands raised high, the umbrella could barely touch his scalp.It made it difficult for him to walk.

Zhang Liang was stunned, stood on tiptoe, and said: "Then I will walk on tiptoe, the way back is not far, please make it easy, brother. You help me carry my back, I should help you hold the umbrella."

Ximen clicked his tongue in disgust, hugged Zhang Liang in his arms without saying a word, and strode forward.

"Hey!" Zhang Liang exclaimed, and then received a cold look from someone, and quickly held up the umbrella seriously, not daring to neglect at all.

As for Ximen Yan, who is free and unrestrained on weekdays, how should I put it, carrying a person on his left shoulder and hugging a person with his right hand, this posture of dragging his son and daughter, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a swordsman walking around the world with his sword.

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