Although the two enemies were solved, Zuan couldn't get up at all.
The fight with Shi Zhenxiang just now made him deeply aware that although he had leapfrogged the fifth rank and killed the fourth rank before, it was all based on various accidents, and he had to beat a fourth rank without a real sword. so easy.
Fortunately, he had the mortal dagger and the armor-piercing arrow he had just picked up, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to break their defenses. The remaining two people had a higher cultivation base, and it would be more difficult to kill them.
It seems to be invincible and can only be outsmarted.
Looking at Shi Zhenxiang's body, Zu An suddenly had an idea.
Besides, the two assassins on the other side searched for half a day and didn't find any traces. They didn't even find any traces of activity in the woods, and they suddenly understood that they should be chasing the wrong one.
So rushed back as agreed, and just ran into each other on the road.
The sword maker asked, "Brother Jia, have you found anything over there?"
"No, where's Brother Zhen on your side?" the gunman asked.
It turned out that the one who used the sword was Zhen Liumang and the one who used the gun was Jia Zhengjing. They were both dead men who were trained and grown up by the Shi family. These two years have accepted tasks and joined the Mingyue Academy. The relationship is getting along well.
"I can't find the slightest trace of anyone here. Could that guy go to Shi Zhenxiang to the north?" Zhen Liumang said in a deep voice, "Should we go to the north to see?"
Jia Zhengjing shook his head: "We'd better go back and meet Liao Zhongyou first. If Shi Zhenxiang doesn't go back, it won't be too late for us to look for the north together."
"good!"
After taking care of each other, the two no longer worked as they did before, rushing all the way to the place where Liao Zhongyou was.
"You said we didn't find it. Could the ancestor turn back in the direction of Brother Liao?" Jia Zhengjing said solemnly.
Zhen Liumang laughed: "If Brother Liao had discovered the ancestor, I am afraid he would have been shot to death. With his archery skills, it would be difficult for us to cope with it as long as we are not close."
"That's true." Jia Zhengjing smiled slightly, and suddenly noticed a figure in front of him, "Hey, it turns out that Brother Shi has already returned first..."
He was a little puzzled in his words. He could see Shi Zhenxiang after such a long distance. He was standing too high.
When the two of them got closer, their expressions changed, because they had already seen clearly where Shi Zhenxiang was standing on a high place, but he was hung on a tree by a rope around his neck. Hanging in the air.
"Brother Shi!" Zhen Liumang exclaimed. Several people have been undercover in Mingyue Academy these years, and they have more or less feelings.
Seeing the other person hanged on the tree, he was shocked and angry, and flew over subconsciously, holding him with one hand and cutting the rope of his neck with a sword to put it down.
"Be careful!" Jia Zhengjing hurriedly reminded, but unfortunately it was too late. At the moment when the rope was cut, a ray of black light came.
Zhen Liumang had nowhere to evade in the air, but he was not without any defense. He swung his sword away from the bow and arrow, but before he was happy, something exploded in Shi Zhenxiang's body.
Zhen Liumang screamed and hurriedly threw away the body in his arms. Fortunately, he had already transported the vitality guard. The explosion caused a lot of injuries to him, but it was not fatal.
Because of the shock wave, Zhen Liumang fell to the ground, and when he was about to curse who was so wicked and insidious, his feet suddenly collapsed, and the whole person fell involuntarily.
what!
A scream came, obviously there was something inside.
All this happened between the lightning and the fire, but Jia Zhengjing did not rush to check it out, but gathered his energy for twelve minutes of defense. As expected, a black shadow shot out from the side, without the black dagger in his hand. A ray of light.
"Good come!" Jia Zhengjing's spear went out to sea like a silver dragon, stabbing the opponent abruptly. His shot was far superior to the dagger in the opponent's hand, no matter how powerful or powerful.
However, he had a warning sign in his heart and suddenly roared, flicked back, and looked down at his chest. The breastplate on it had been cut away, revealing the inner lining of his clothes.
If the opponent's sword advances a little bit, he will probably be broken.
"What is the origin of the dagger in his hand!" Jia Zhengjing was frightened, knowing that he had been turning on the vitality protection just now, and ordinary attacks could not hurt him at all. As a result, the opponent's sword not only broke through his protection. With his vitality, he also pierced the soft armor he bought with a lot of money at the same time, so he was not surprised.
Zuan screamed, it's a pity that the sword of the raid just now was meant to be won, but it was a pity that the dagger was still too short, and the opponent reacted quickly, otherwise he could boast that he had killed a cultivator at the pinnacle of the Fourth Stage.
Thinking of this, he admired the Oriental Undefeated more and more. He was too short to hold a dagger, and he was able to beat the world's invincible hand with an embroidery needle.
On the other side, Jia Zhengjing was trained as a dead man since he was a child, and he learned a lot from Mingyue Academy. The combat experience is extremely rich, and he instantly recovered from shock. With a roar, his whole body is full of vitality, and his spear is directed towards the ancestors. Stabbed out peacefully.
With the lessons learned from the past, his action this time was three points slower than before, but his power remained undiminished, and the air around the gun head seemed to be broken.
Zuan dodged his figure, and was about to take the opportunity to bully him in front of him. Suddenly he felt a strong wind coming from his side, and hurriedly retracted his dagger to block him, stopping the gun body that was swept by the opponent.
A weird force came from the gun body, and Zuan used the Sunflower Phantom and stepped back in succession before completely dissolving the force on the gun body.
Jia Zhengjing originally showed a sneer on his face. How can he be so easy to get close after he has been immersed in spear skills for so many years? With his 4th-Rank peak vitality cultivation base, this sweep is enough to make the other party full of vitality. collapse.
But the smile on his face quickly froze, because he felt that his blow was hitting a ball of cotton, and it didn't produce the expected effect.
"Your body technique..." With his eyesight, he couldn't see that the other party relied on that magical body technique to unload the strength of the gun.
I've heard that Chu and Yuan's two families shined brightly with his weird physical skills before, but the intelligence personnel at the time also researched that the physical skills were only mysterious at first, but in fact there were many flaws.
But just now, whether the opponent was attacking or evading his own attack, his body skills were not what the intelligence said.
Zuan kicked his feet, and the whole person rushed directly towards the other person. He heard the moan-groan of the other person in the trap, knowing that the trap did not kill him, so he had to deal with the person in front of him quickly.
However, he even stabbed a few swords and kept his spear away. After all, Jia Zhengjing's cultivation base was much higher than him, and he was not comparable to him in combat experience. How could it be so easy to strike.
Zuan has a solemn face, and his moves are getting faster and faster. With the weird "Sunflower Phantom" footwork, his figure is really like a ghost.
Sweat dripped from Jia Zhengjing’s face. He now finally understands why Yuan Wendong’s five ranks were injured by Zuan. Everyone laughed at Yuan Wendong and underestimated the enemy, but only when he really met did he understand the terrible swordsmanship of the opponent. .
Obviously it was the thirteen elementary swordsmanship taught by the academy, but from his hands, it was fascinating. Every move was so strange that he was sweating, but he felt cold all over.
At first he thought about attacking the opponent with a spear, but after a few moves, he was eight points on the defensive, and the remaining two points were occasionally attacked. After ten moves, he was afraid of attacking a few times and he was completely defensive. , A long spear swung airtight, as if forming a steel cover, covering his body in it.
He was also very aggrieved in his heart. He obviously had a much higher cultivation base, but he could only use this kind of ridiculous style of play.
Zuan's dagger pierced in and touched his spear several times. The tiger's mouth was numb. Several times he almost couldn't hold the dagger to fly out. Obviously, the opponent's strength was much stronger than his own.
After coming down several times, Zuan didn't dare to venture in, wandering around him, waiting for opportunities.
He knows that if he continues to fight like this, he has absolute initiative, because the other party can't fight back at all. Once he has the intention to attack, the guns around him will show a gap, and he can take the opportunity to deceive himself.
And the other party has been stuck in this way. After all, with enough energy to swing the spear all over the body, the consumption rate of vitality is extremely terrifying, and there is always the moment of exhaustion.
After another while, Zuan noticed that the opponent's gun circle was a little smaller than before, knowing that he must also be aware of this problem, couldn't help but smile, and the sword was anxious again.
Jia Zhengjing's heart was suffocated and his lungs were about to explode at this time. He had never fought such a depressed fight. The opponent's cultivation base and strength were obviously far inferior to him, but he did not fight back even with the magical skill. Power.
At first he was a little angry, but now his heart is cold. As the saying goes, he will lose for a long time. If he fights like this, he will definitely lose in the end.
But if he fights back now, he might die faster. The dark dagger in the opponent's hand looks as weird as that body technique, and every time he approaches him, he always blows up his hair.
Suddenly there was a sudden change in the field, and a dark figure jumped out of the trap hole, hugged Zuan, and then shouted: "Brother Jia, kill him!"
It turned out that this black shadow was Zhen Liumang who fell into the trap at the beginning. At this time, there was an arrow pierced on his foot, and there were wounds all over his body.
Zuan screamed to the effect. At first, he could hear his groan-groan, and then his voice gradually lowered, subconsciously thinking that the other party had been seriously injured and died, but he had been waiting in ambush for the opportunity.
What an old yin ratio!
He hurriedly tried to break free, but the middle stage of the opponent's fourth-rank cultivation base was a great level higher than him, and his strength was obviously much greater, so he couldn't break free.
"Go-die!" Zhen Liumang grinned. The other party was just too weird and far inferior to them in terms of real cultivation, so he moved his whole body and tried his best to crush his bones.
Today I suffered such a serious injury, but it was worth it to kill this guy. The son said that anyone who killed him would be rewarded.
But he suddenly stiffened, and all his strength seemed to leave him. The last scene he saw during his lifetime was that the opponent stabs his arm with a dagger, and then a bunch of black and mysterious runes spread out in the wound.
"What kind of dagger is this, so powerful..."
Zuan couldn't be happy at all at this time. Although the other party was dead, his hands were still tied to him. Although he was not completely unable to move as before, he couldn't get rid of it for a while.
No matter how amazing his body is, but with such a burden hung on his body, his actions are naturally greatly reduced.
Jia Zhengjing's spear stabs like a urging talisman, and the opponent has no physical advantage, and in his eyes it is just a moving target.
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