Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

The violent wind rolled the rocks, and quicksand and gravel mixed with each other made a circle on the ground.

Han Fei frowned and nodded slightly, "General, although Han Fei is not talented, he is a dignified grandson, and his ovary is also a descendant of Xiangguo. You have to be clear, what you said is outrageous."

"Where is the ninth son talking? This general just wants to use the Xuanyuan sword to see his true face. Where is the rebellion and where is it wrong?"

It is said to be "borrowing", but in fact it is the sale of meat buns to beat dogs. If the mutton has entered the tiger's bloody mouth, it is impossible for it to spit it out again.

"What if I don't give it?"

Since Ji Wuye went out in person, of course he had already planned his way out, "Recently, there are always thieves haunting Xinzheng. Young Master Jiu and Young Master Zhang accidentally ran into each other during a night outing, and they died on the spot. I think this reason is very convincing." Bar?"

"Indeed, it won't be suspicious." After weighing it for a moment, Han Fei rolled his eyes, "It seems that this Xuanyuan Sword can't be given?"

Ji Wuye wiped his beard and said with confidence: "This general believes that the Ninth Young Master can clearly weigh which is more important."

There seemed to be ten thousand horses galloping past the chest, and the eardrums were numb from the shock.

"Naturally. The general speaks so clearly, it's not natural to understand." Han Fei spun off his horse, took off the long cloth bag behind his back, and held it flat to his chest, "Please accept it, general."

"Brother Han!" Zhang Liang called out loudly, trying to call Han Fei back. When he thought of the treasure that Han Fei had worked so hard to get, he would give it to Ji Wuye so cheaply, and he felt a thousand reluctances in his heart.

Han Fei looked back at him, "Zifang, a gentleman has a big heart, give a generous gift, don't be petty." After finishing speaking, he stopped in front of Ji Wuye, holding Xuanyuanjian's cloth bag in both hands, "A sword matches a hero, general!" ,please."

Ji Wuye thought that Han Fei would struggle for a while, but he didn't expect to be so bold, so he glanced at Zhang Liang behind Han Fei with great satisfaction, "It's still Jiu Gongzi who knows the current affairs."

Han Fei removed the cloth strips one by one, and the black wooden box was gradually exposed. The edge of the box was inlaid with an amber totem. The pattern had never appeared in Korea, and it probably came from the Northern Territory.Two eyes are engraved on the top of the box, one black and one white, one open and one closed.Needless to say, the one that is closed, but the one that is open, has gloomy eyes, like a ghost, and can see through hell.

Ji Wuye was very happy, relaxed his vigilance, and opened the lid of the box with a click.

"Uh!"

A dazzling white light suddenly flashed inside the box, making him close his eyes subconsciously.

However, when he opened it again, there was already a sword across his neck, which was extremely sharp.And the heavy sword box in his hand just now fell to the ground with a clang.

Looking along the sharp blade, Bai Yue cast a string of piercing light on it, and Han Fei was holding the hilt of the sword, staring straight at Ji Wuye.

In the blink of an eye, the initiative has changed hands.

Han Fei's expression suddenly became serious, and his eyes became a little bit more hostile, like a red guard on the execution ground, "General, you have been on the battlefield for a long time, and you should know the truth of 'one wrong move, and you lose everything'."

He knew that he couldn't fight Ji Wuye recklessly, so from the beginning, he planned for the opportunity when the white light appeared just now.

Xuanyuan Sword is a divine sword. Since it has recognized Han Fei as its master, it will resist anyone who opens the sword box except Han Fei.

This is what Donghuang Shi told him, and he also warned him not to hand over the sword box to others at will.

Zhang Liang behind him also recovered from his astonishment, looking at Han Fei's firm and upright figure, he felt a little admiration in his heart.If Han Fei really followed the trend of just now and handed over the Xuanyuan Sword, then he would be really disappointed.The most precious thing about a majestic seven-foot man is his unyielding arrogance.The more troubled times are, the more you can't throw this thing away.Otherwise, you will live like an ant, and even a mayfly that lives and dies will not bother to do it.

Ji Wuye originally had the upper hand, but in an instant he became passive, annoyed in his heart, "Ninth Young Master, you have no strength to restrain a chicken, do you know who your sword is pointing at?"

"know."

Ji Wuye's nostrils flared, "You must know, what a dangerous thing you are doing?"

"I know." Han Fei didn't pause this time, and opened his mouth before Ji Wuye said a word, "But I know better, if I give Xuanyuan Sword to you with both hands today, my son's status will be a false name in the future. In that case, Wouldn't it be more dangerous?"

Today I offer the Xuanyuan Sword for the sake of peace, but it is not guaranteed that I will offer the powerful people in my hands, or even the head of the king, for the sake of peace tomorrow.

Ji Wuye didn't believe that Han Fei would stab him to death with a sword, so he looked left and right, "What are you still doing?"

The two attendants on the left and right immediately rushed up like ghosts, pointing the half-foot-long dagger in Han Fei's face.

The clothes fluttering in the cold wind stopped suddenly, and the black shadow on the ground was so clear that it was frightening.

Deng!

Deng!

Hearing only the sound of two cold weapons colliding, the murderous dagger had been blocked, and the two attendants retreated a dozen steps because of this.

Looking up, Zhang Liang was stroking the blade of the sword with two fingers behind Han Fei, and with a lift of his wrist, he gently twirled a sword flower, standing upright by his side.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy to hurt Brother Han."

Xuanyuan Sword has two handles, one is thicker and the other is lighter.Han Fei just caught the former in a blink of an eye, the sword box fell to the ground, and Zhang Liang also picked up the latter in a blink of an eye.

"It seems... I underestimated the enemy?" Ji Wuye sneered twice, clenched his fists, "I haven't heard that the young master of the Zhang family can actually use swordsmanship."

Han Fei cut his neck a little with the blade of the sword, and the blood beads slid out along the blade, dripping on the ground, "General, don't act rashly, if you are willing to let me two return to Xiangfu Palace, I promise you, General His head will always be tied around his neck.”

"Master Ninth." Ji Wuye put on a ghostly expression, and his fists that had been charged had already started to tremble, as if they were about to explode in the next moment, "You are the first person who dares to threaten me!"

Before he could say a word, Ji Wuye suddenly exerted his strength, and his internal force rushed out, forcing Han Fei, who had no martial arts, to retreat several steps.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Liang quickly turned around and drew his sword to block Ji Wuye's attack, leaving Han Fei room to breathe.

Ji Wuye also carried a sword with him. He glanced at the skinny Zhang Liang and snorted coldly, "Overestimating one's abilities!"

With one step, draw the sword.

Zhang Liang lowered his waist and leaned back, then took advantage of the situation and turned around, the sword pointed directly at Ji Wuye's waist.Ji Wuye had been on guard for a long time, turned around to avoid the attack, and the tip of the sword drew a mark on the armor.

"Hmph, it's interesting." Ji Wuye glanced at the scratches on the armor, and ordered to the two followers who were ready to go, "You capture Han Fei alive, I will catch these two boys and take care of them slowly!"

The fight broke out in an instant, and the cold wind howled high in the sky, like the wailing of ghosts.It was chilling to hear.

Han Fei didn't know martial arts, but with the Xuanyuan sword in his hand, there was a force for no reason that drove him to attack.Fighting with two followers, he was not at a disadvantage.

In comparison, Zhang Liang is even more vulnerable.Not to mention that Ji Wuye was already superb in martial arts, and he was the number one general in South Korea for a century.The long and slender Xuanyuan sword did not recognize Zhang Liang as its master, and it was very difficult for him to use his kung fu.

The light of the knife is like fireworks that suddenly appear, and the shadow of the sword is like ghosts floating in the mass graves.

Ji Wuye leaped into the air, swung the epee in mid-air, and with a sound of "huh", exerted force with both arms, and slashed towards Zhang Liang's face from top to bottom.

Zhang Liang couldn't dodge in time, he raised his sharp sword horizontally to block, his internal energy was suppressed in his chest but he couldn't use it out, under powerlessness, Ji Wuye forced him to retreat steadily.

The two swords rubbed against each other and sparked, crackling.Ji Wuye discovered that Zhang Liang was helpless, so he planned to make a quick decision.Qi sank to the dantian, ready for the final blow.

"Ovary!" Han Fei couldn't escape from the entanglement of the two followers.

The wild clouds roared, and thousands of horses galloped.

The light is cold, the sword falls.

Deng!

When Ji Wuye's sword was only an inch away from Zhang Liang, it was blocked by another sharp sword that came out from the sky.The flat blade had just blocked Ji Wuye's sword edge, and sparks popped out from time to time, showing the master's extraordinary strength.

The person who suddenly appeared was Han Fei's secret guard.

Han Fei raised his eyebrows and said, "Good guy, you're here!"

Zhang Liang looked sideways, and saw that the man was wearing a dark black suit, a dark blue belt around his waist, a dark iron mask on his face, and his hair tied high behind his head.Can't see joy or anger, can't feel sorrow and joy, is a terrifying silent person like a shadow.

"The subordinate is late." Although he was speaking, his eyes were still guarding against Ji Wuye.

Han Fei stepped on his feet, and his sharp sword broke through the offensive of the two followers, and escaped, "Don't talk politely, let's solve this mess first."

Hearing this, the dark guard didn't stop for a moment, and rushed towards Ji Wuye with his sword.

Han Fei's muscles and bones had been frostbitten before, and cold sweat had already covered his forehead during the scuffle just now.

Zhang Liang stepped forward to support him, "Brother Han, is there a serious problem?"

Han Fei shook his head, "No problem. What about you?"

"Me too." Zhang Liang had experienced Ji Wuye's martial arts, and he was a little worried: "Can this brother handle it?"

Han Fei corrected him, "He is not a 'brother'." When Han Fei saw the man, he breathed a sigh of relief, "He is my secret guard. Don't worry, his martial arts are very good. High, Ji Wuye can't take advantage of it."

Zhang Liang looked at it suspiciously, and found that this person's skill was really strong, and his moves were executed with ease, and the heavy giant sword was like a light whip in his hand.

It's just... these moves look slightly familiar.

That night, Ji Wuye and Han Fei's hidden guard barely tied.And the two entourages he brought with him also retreated steadily under the joint efforts of Zhang Liang and Han Fei.

At the end, Han Fei stepped forward to remind him: "General, if you continue to fight, you two will suffer at most. If you go to tomorrow's morning court with your injuries and are discovered by your father, how will you explain it?"

Ji Wuye weighed it for a moment, and thought it was reasonable in his heart.So he put down his harsh words and led his subordinates to leave angrily.

The night was quiet again, and the westerly wind blew through the eaves, making the sound of hula.

"what!"

Zhang Liang let out a cry of pain, the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "bump", and he turned his palm over, a wound had already been drawn on the palm.

The author has something to say:

Ji Wuye's inner OS: mmp!

(The dark guard has some background, guess what...)