At this time, Zhou Chenghui took advantage of the situation and slashed the long knife in his hand to the ground. Using the tip of the long knife as a fulcrum, he leaned forward with his entire upper body to avoid the knife coming from behind. At the same time, he exerted force on his wrists and kicked up with both feet. Following Zhu Li's long knife, he performed an extremely beautiful somersault and double kick, hitting Zhu Li's chest as he had just turned around and was facing forward.
One of them is a brave warrior who has experienced life and death on the battlefield, and the other is a top warrior who hides in the darkness and has harvested countless lives. Their fights are all attack against attack, and often just a hair's breadth can decide life and death.
The falling snow seemed even more violent, and the snowflakes lingering around the two of them were not only the snow falling from the sky, but also the snow kicked and splashed by the two of them as they fought desperately.
The snowflakes were no longer complete, and the snow flakes were scattered into clumps. If you didn't have a good enough eye, you could hardly see the two people.
In the world covered in silver, two figures, as agile as dragons and graceful as flying flowers, move freely and freely, exuding a heroic and violent beauty.
The howling cold wind was mixed with the endless whistling of swords, and the falling snow was mixed with the splashing snow.
For a moment, all that could be seen were snowflakes dancing and human figures floating. It was no longer possible to tell how many rounds the two men had fought. Only the "dang, dang, dang..." sound of the two swords clashing could be heard, like beans falling from a bamboo tube, indicating that they were fighting fiercely.
The battle lasted for nearly half an hour, and the two were still fighting fiercely, full of murderous intent. The cold air steaming from their bodies had already spread into water vapor, and snowflakes and water mist intertwined, hazy and violent.
The beautiful flowers are so dazzling that they are dazzling, and the beautiful snow is blocking the eyes.
Amid the white earth and the sparkling jade branches, a light of blood gradually burst out, sad and cold, steaming and magnificent.
While Zhou Chenghui narrowed his eyes and tried to listen to the wind to determine his position, Zhu Li swung his knife as fast as an arrow and stabbed directly into Zhou Chenghui's chest. By the time Zhou Chenghui became aware of the sound of the wind, it was too late. In a hurry, he only had time to avoid the vital points. His left shoulder was instantly pierced through by Zhu Li's ruthless knife.
Zhou Chenghui didn't even frown in pain. He didn't care about the knife in his shoulder. He moved his waist slightly and a soft sword on his waist popped out. Almost at the moment when Zhu Li stabbed him, the soft sword suddenly straightened. Zhou Chenghui dropped his knife and took the sword, stabbing it straight at Zhu Li's throat.
The soft sword was stretched straight and stabbed as fast as light. Zhu Li only had time to turn his head before the soft sword stabbed his neck. Such a sinister sword made Zhu Li break out in a cold sweat.
Avoiding the fatal blow, Zhu Li hurriedly wanted to draw his sword and retreat, but Zhou Chenghui was not willing to give up. When his soft sword missed, he ignored the blood gushing out of his left shoulder, and stabbed the empty sword with his hand, then he turned the blade horizontally and slashed with it, wanting to take the opportunity to cut off Zhu Li's head.
When Zhu Li stole a glance at the opponent's gesture, he knew what the opponent wanted to do. In desperation, Zhu Li instantly stretched out his empty left hand and grabbed the soft sword fiercely. He ignored his bleeding palm and clamped the opponent's soft sword so that it could not move.
The two separated, Zhou Chenghui covered his injured left shoulder, while Zhu Li swung his knife to cut off a piece of his clothes and quickly wrapped it around his left hand before looking at each other.
"Sir, you have a good plan." Zhu Li glared at Zhou Chenghui coldly and spoke gloomily.
"Hmph!" Zhou Chenghui snorted coldly when he heard this, and wrapped the soft sword around his waist again.
He reached out to his waist, took out a thin white strip of cloth, and wrapped it around the wound without paying attention to anyone around him. Then he said coldly, "I am a death warrior. Between you and me, either you die or I die. In my opinion, this is just a very common method."
Zhu Li frowned when he heard that. The opponent had never exposed his soft sword from the beginning, which made him think that the opponent was a swordsman. It was not until the moment of fatal blow that Zhou Chenghui used his soft sword. That was a deadly sword, and blood would be shed when the sword was drawn.
If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have died here today. It was too insidious. Zhu Li still felt a little scared when he thought of the thrilling scene just now.
After they treated each other's wounds briefly, they started fighting again. However, this time, Zhu Li had the advantage. Zhou Chenghui's injuries were much more serious than his, so continuing the fight was obviously in his favor.
Sure enough, in less than half an hour, Zhou Chenghui could only resist with difficulty and had no power to fight back. Seeing that victory was in sight, Zhu Li's sword strikes were faster and more fierce than the last.
"when"
The two swords collided again, and Zhu Li swept away the opponent's long sword with one sword. Zhou Chenghui's eyes were wide open and his face was pale. Now was the perfect time to kill the opponent and pay tribute to the heroic spirit of the Ghost Guard. Zhu Li was naturally unceremonious and swung the sword with all his strength, striving to kill with one blow.
"call out"
“Ding, ding, ding…”
Suddenly, a murderous aura came from behind him, with the sound of a weapon piercing the air and the sound of a sharp blade breaking snowflakes.
Realizing this, Zhu Li was shocked, thinking to himself that this was not good. There was actually an expert in the dark. However, at this moment, he had already swung his sword, and it seemed too late to return to help. Based on his feeling, Zhu Li did not finish the sword strike, but immediately turned his body to the side, trying his best to avoid the part that was locked by the murderous intent.
"Puff"
As a sharp weapon entered his body, Zhu Li suddenly felt a chill in his left shoulder, followed by a sharp pain. Although he tried his best to dodge, he still couldn't avoid the attack.
Without bothering to check the wound, Zhu Li leaped up like a wild goose and pulled his left shoulder away from the sharp weapon. He leaped to the side with all his might, then turned around and saw a figure with an immortal look.
The man came with a bun on his head and a gray robe fluttering in the wind. There were snowflakes all over the sky, but he didn't get a single drop of snow on him.
This is a Taoist priest with long beard and long eyebrows. He looks otherworldly, ethereal and righteous.
The Taoist held a sword in his hand, the sword was unsheathed, the blade was green and red, reflecting the cold snow, and there was a spot of red on the tip of the sword, that was Zhu Li's blood.
He just stood there, the cold and fierce aura emanating from his body was like a violent mountain torrent, surging and rushing directly and violently towards Zhu Li.
The Taoist looked at Zhu Li, his eyes showing no sadness or joy, and his clear voice suddenly rang out: "Misfortunes sent by heaven can be forgiven, but misfortunes brought upon oneself cannot be forgiven; Zhu Li, the souls of those who died unjustly in the various states of Xia Sui are here to collect their debts."
Zhu Li frowned, took the opportunity to swing his knife again to cut off a piece of his clothes, quickly wrapped it around his left shoulder, and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
The Taoist priest was indifferent when he heard this, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that this day next year will be your memorial day."
"Hahaha, what the Taoist said is right. Since the Taoist is also here to hunt Zhu, if the Taoist kills Zhu, what does it matter whether he knows who the Taoist is or not? However, if the Taoist dies at the hands of Zhu, it will be even more useless for Zhu not to know who you are, just like a despicable and sinister person like you.
So-called. "
Zhu Li was furious. This old Taoist looked like a decent human being, but he was so despicable in doing things. He suddenly attacked him without saying a word and almost took his life. Anyone would feel uncomfortable if this happened to them.
Facing Zhu Li's rebuke, the Taoist still seemed to be unconcerned. For some reason, he sighed and said, "I came from Yanshan. I was originally a leisurely person. I didn't intend to kill, but it was difficult to disobey my master's order. It's your fault that you committed too many sins and attracted the attention of my master."
Zhu Li's face turned ugly when he heard this. Someone actually accused him of committing too many sins in person, and he didn't know the reason. What else could he do in such a confusing situation? Apart from keeping a gloomy face and responding calmly, he could do nothing else.
The Taoist was very strong, even a little stronger than Zhou Chenghui in terms of momentum. Facing this man, Zhu Li bent his waist and was fully alert, not daring to slack off for fear that any negligence might become a fatal flaw.
Seeing Zhu Li silent, the old Taoist thought that the other party felt guilty and had nothing to say, and did not want to drag it on any longer. He swung his sword, and the sword was like light, flying towards Zhu Li mercilessly.
Facing this sudden appearance of a bully, Zhu Li did not dare to be careless at all. Don't forget, there is a Zhou Chenghui next to him. Although he had no power to fight back just now, who knows if he has any other means.
The knife flashed, and the sky was chilled. Zhu Li was not discouraged at all. He followed the knife and the knife broke the sky. He faced the old Taoist fiercely and resolutely.
The old Taoist's skills were definitely better than those of Zhu Li and Zhou Chenghui, and Zhu Li was seriously injured. Although he simply bandaged his wound in a hurry, the wound would continue to split when fighting with others, and blood would still flow out.
"when"
The swords collided, and Zhu Li swung the opponent's sword away with one blow. The long sword continued to attack, and the sword winds blended together silently, avoiding countless snowflakes and passing through the vacuum between them. It was like a muffled thunder in the sky, as fast as a startled wild goose, and went straight for the opponent's throat.
Facing such a fierce blow from Zhu Li, the Taoist remained calm and steady as a rock. Just as the blow through his throat was about to succeed, his figure danced and he suddenly turned into a willow swaying in the breeze. His body was like ripples in a small lake, swaying gently, seemingly slow but actually fast, and he easily avoided Zhu Li's powerful blow.
To avoid the fatal move, the Taoist kept moving. He stomped one foot on the ground and stood up like a flying swallow in the clouds. He swung out a sword, which split into two shadows and stabbed at Zhu Li's vital points. It was a mixture of real and fake, real and fake, and it was impossible to tell which sword was the real move and which was the fake one.
The knife missed, Zhu Li's face was gloomy, he kept throwing himself forward, moved his wrist, and the long knife spun up, using the knife as a spear, and suddenly flew like a screen in an instant, making it impossible for even water to penetrate.
“Dang, dang, dang…”
Several collisions were heard in a flash. Even with the Taoist's superb swordsmanship, he still couldn't pierce through the rotating blade curtain, and naturally couldn't shake Zhu Li at all.
Looking at the old Taoist again, he used the power of the sword and knives to leap up again, flipped his body in the air, and spun like an eagle. He rose to the highest point with the momentum of an eagle soaring into the sky, and then immediately turned sharply downward, and a sword fell from the sky, as fast as a meteor, and pierced Zhu Li's head.
Zhu Li was dumbfounded by the strange body movements and magical martial arts. In desperation, he had to use a world-famous trick that had been passed down through the ages.