Zhang Yuan knew that this was a person who had encountered a supernatural power again, and he knew his master, so he clasped his fists in his hands and gave a bow. He said neither humble nor overbearing: "Senior is sacred, please show up and speak, and the younger generation does not know you and the master What's the origin, but please don't insult your family teacher anymore."
"Humph!" The old voice changed another position, and sneered: "Why did I insult him? Isn't he just a peachy bastard? Didn't he even tell you your name when he told you about your position? "
Zhang Yuan was speechless. The old man Tao really didn't say his name. He just said that he had forgotten after a long time. Dare to be really called peach bastard, peach bastard, bastard, alas, what is his name.
Seeing Zhang Yuan not speaking, the old voice naturally knew that he had guessed it correctly, and he burst into laughter, "This little bastard doesn't tell his apprentice his name. It's ridiculous."
Zhang Yuan's heart shuddered. The old man Tao was 00 years old. He was called a little bastard by him. How old is this guy? Wouldn't it be at the same level as the gods and old ways? Is there really so many masters like dragons in the world now
"Your Excellency came late at night, what do you have to say?" Zhang Yuan asked in a deep voice.
The old voice condensed with laughter, and said angrily: "Come to you to settle the account! You and your master's account will be settled together today!"
As soon as the last word was spit out, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt the murderous aura behind him. At the same time, a sharp long knife, reflected in the lights of the night, stabbed Zhang Yuan silently from the back of his right rib!
The knife is not only fast, but also insidious, such a short distance, silent, and still behind, how many people in the world can escape this knife
The knife is fast, the man is faster!
"Dang!" Zhang Yuan made a big roundabout suddenly, and when the knife was able to penetrate, he swung the blade open with his arm.
Moreover, Zhang Yuan's other hand was not idle, his mind moved with his heart, his right hand suddenly tightened, the long knife suddenly hovered in the air, and the light was on the blade, flowing like water.
At that moment, Zhang Yuan clearly saw an old face, full of silver hair, and a tall, rickety body.
"Boy, it's not bad." The mysterious old man realized that he couldn't take the knife back, and instantly he concealed his figure.
The tip of the knife was controlled by Zhang Yuan's mind, while the black rattan handle was swinging back and forth.
Zhang Yuan flipped his hand, the knife looked like he had eyes, he flipped it over immediately, all in wa
Turning around, the handle of the knife fell into Zhang Yuan's palm.
This is a Toyo sword, but it is not the usual shape of a Toyo sword. On the contrary, it looks a bit like a Chinese sword, but it is more slender like a Toyo sword. With the fish-bone decoration, Zhang Yuan raised the knife, and the bright blade was engraved with three small seal characters "Heaven Congyun" at the bottom. Of course, an uncultured person like Zhang Yuan would naturally be unrecognizable.
"Hmph, I won't take the weapon, I have a lot of weapons." The old man said erraticly again, but his tone was obviously unconvincing.
"Really?" Zhang Yuan chuckled. Although he didn't know the characters in the seal script, he knew the good sword and the ugly sword. He looked back and forth, and said angrily, "Thank you, Lao Zhang, for giving me a good knife in the middle of the night, like Lao Zhang. This way, there is not much enthusiasm for giving the knife to the door in the middle of the night, um, what a good knife."
"Hahaha, funny." The old man laughed loudly, laughter echoing in the dark void, as if he was everywhere, "I haven't seen such an ignorant and self-righteous friend for a long time. Is this a knife? Say it. The knife really insulted it. It is a sword! Legend has it that this is the sky. "Oh, it turns out there is such a origin. "Zhang Yuan watched it back and forth again, and said, "Thank you Lao Zhang even more. I sent the sword in Japanese mythology and legend in the middle of the night. People like Lao Zhang are really alive. "
After Zhang Yuan's sarcasm was finished, the darkness immediately returned to silence, but this does not mean the mysterious old man's departure, but that the old man is angry, and the consequences are serious. The old man will launch a fatal blow at any time!
"Snapped!"
The martial arts field was suddenly dark, and the old man was so vicious that he turned off the lights first.
There was silence in the darkness, and the old man did not take advantage of the moment when the light was just dark to attack. It seemed that the old man's speed was not so fast.
The bright moonlight flows back and forth from the cloud sword in the sky, and Zhang Yuan’s eyes are equally bright. The sea breeze at night accompanied by the sound of the tides makes this space seem extraordinarily peaceful, but there is infinite murder in the tranquility. !
With the long sword in his hand, Zhang Yuan held his breath. The dangerous opponent was in the dark, but he didn't know where he was, let alone from which angle he would strike a lightning strike.
At this time, Zhang Yuan was at a disadvantage, an obvious disadvantage. The master attack and the one who mastered the initiative often had most of the chance to win.
But at this moment, he only had to wait. He was carefully discerning the sound of the sea breeze that was so subtle that it was unnoticeable.
Holding the long sword tightly, Zhang Yuan held his breath and scanned his eyes sharply. His feet were constantly moving slowly to prevent the opponent from sneaking. The muscles of his whole body were tightened, and all his nerves were tightened...
Murderous! It's near!
Almost instantaneously, the moment the murderous intent was revealed, the mysterious old man had already taken action.
And the angle is even more unimaginable for Zhang Yuan, opposite!
"Huh!" A light of the knife drew out a cold light, and the tip of the knife wiped Zhang Yuan's throat extremely fast!
Zhang Yuan is not a vegetarian either. With a flip of his palm, the sky from the cloud sword is like a white dragon from the water. From below, it suddenly pierces out, and the target is also the old man's throat!
Regarding the order, of course, the old man has the advantage. If he wants to kill the old man, Zhang Yuan himself has to be cut off first!
However, there is no absolute thing. Just when the old man was about to succeed, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt that the old man's murderous intent disappeared instantly, and in an instant, the old man's murderous intent rose again!
Zhang Yuan felt that the old man didn't really want to kill him, so when he was about to touch his throat, the old man wanted to stop.
But at this time, the old man suddenly realized that his success was just an illusion, because when the tip of the knife touched Zhang Yuan’s throat, his knife was already controlled by Zhang Yuan’s thoughts. Even if he didn’t let it go, his knife would last forever. Can't cut Zhang Yuan's neck!