With all his words at this point, Yin Zhao didn't expect to walk out of the store again today. He said "sorry" to the shopkeeper of the restaurant in his heart, and suddenly he rose up, his waist stretched out, his upper body suddenly fell, and his toes on his right foot flew out like lightning, just kicking the iron tool he was holding in his right hand, causing him to turn over and draw an arc in the air. The coarse cloth strip, I don't know what was wrapped in it, and it cut through the air, and a "buzzing" sound of gold and iron intertwined, which was horrifying!

Lun had been around for a week and slashed heavily on the chests of the dead soldiers holding short swords around them, making them burst into pieces and blood flowing! The dead soldiers probably didn't expect Yin Zhao to suddenly attack, and they were all unprepared. In addition, his weapons were longer, and the long swords really didn't even have any defense measures against the short sword... In an instant, a piece of red blood drifted out, mixed with hot blood, and sprinkled on the nanmu table, and sprinkled into the tea served in the bowl.

“Uh—ah…!!”

"ah----!!"

"Gulugulugulugulu..."

Those who could scream but not screamed, had to widen their eyes and looked at the terrifying wound on their chests, and saw blood rolling out like a fountain. Anyone who had been touched by Yin Zhao had a ferocious hole in their chests. There was no such thing as battlefield medical treatment in that era, and they did not wear any soft armor in their clothes. The wounds of this level are basically no different from death...

———

Yin Zhao succeeded with a blow, crossed the blade, took advantage of the situation and rolled around the ground, breaking away from the encirclement created by the dead soldiers. As he moved forward, he danced the iron weapon into a silver light, the dead soldiers who had suffered just now naturally had no courage to go forward to fight him, so he actually asked him to trot a few steps and distanced himself from the brown-robed assassins who were gathering together.

After standing still, Yin Zhao thrust his waist and paused the iron weapon heavily. But he heard a "clang" sound, and the coarse cloth strip wrapped around it slowly fell off, revealing its true face - it was a sharp, heroic and long sword weighing 100 kilograms! The edge of the knife was obviously the latest blade, with a layer of bright white cold light unique to the new iron. The fresh human blood stained on that side was like a blood-colored paint, which even decorated it extremely dangerously. Except for the cold light of the blade, the handle and the blade body had no characteristics. They were all made of dark iron, and there was not even a little fancy carving.

I have to admit that if it weren't for his height problem, he would have been quite imposing to stand here immediately...

To be honest, Yin Zhao is not suitable for such a weapon that opens and closes. As the saying goes, "small fights." As a warrior, you should give full play to your physical advantages and avoid their shortcomings. Long weapons such as long swords and steel spears are more suitable for those with eight feet tall and strong bodies to practice, because they can move and make them easy. And Yin Zhao, who is born as an assassin, should practice sleeve arrows, daggers, and short knife skills. If you are determined, you are willing to spend three to five years to study before coming out of the mountain... At this moment, there will be no living person in the restaurant.

Anyone who practices martial arts can understand this principle, and Gongshu Jian can naturally do it.

"What a skill..." He gently wiped off the blood stains on his face and stared at Yin Zhao, with a cobra-like smile on his face. "It is said in the world that you, Yin Zhao, have a wonderful jagged sword, one long and one short, and your body is as fast as thunder and lightning, and you can't figure it out. Under the jagged sword, as long as you want someone to die, even if that person is a prince, noble, civil and military general, it will be difficult to escape..."

"Hehe... I'm thankful for my colleagues to show my love." Yin Zhao replied with a sneer.

"How come today, change it

Have you used a long knife?"

"That's two different things." Yin Zhao replied seriously, "Most of what I did before were business, and I had to do it, and I didn't even know most of the people I killed. Since it was a business sent by the above, I had to do as much as possible, so I used the most advantageous weapon."

"And today we met you because of my personal personal affair. Since it was an affair... I must have settled the matter unexplained. If I really replaced it with a jagged sword, how many living people would you think you would be left now?"

Yin Zhao swung the long sword and turned the blade over and pointed it at Gongshu Jian from afar.

"Remember, if you lose today, I, Yin Zhao, would have slashed you with a big knife openly! I will save you from saying that I use a jagged sword and the back stab is not glorious in the future!"

Hearing this, Gongshu Jian was stunned at first, and his mouth twitched twice, then lowered his head slightly, raised his head and let out a string of laughter, "What a righteous and open! According to what you said, if I rely on the large number of people to kill you, I will use dirty means?"

"I don't care. If you want to go together, just go together." Yin Zhao was young and energetic at this time, like a crazy believer who could sacrifice his life for faith. Facing countless blades with cold light, he just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Didn't your master just make some hidden weapons? He rushed over and countless hidden weapons flew over like a scattered flower in the sky. He would hit him and leave when he hit him... This is your secret skill. Even if you defeat me with it, it would not be despicable."

"Hmph... OK, I'll be stupid today." Gongshu Jian snorted angrily, kicked away a bench blocking his feet, pointed at Yin Zhao and scolded, "I'm the one with your surname Yin, don't break the decorations of others. We are the two of us, soldiers against soldiers and generals, go to the streets outside to fight! If you lose, then there is no need to say, if you win... I will lead people back home immediately and will never get involved in the affairs of the vassal states!"

A casual sentence made Yin Zhao hear something unspoken from it.

A vassal state?

So, they were ordered by other countries to deliberately block here...

"Master Jian, you must not!" Master Huang San quickly stepped forward and tried his best to dissuade him, "You are our backbone now, but don't fall into his trap! Just let us do this kind of struggle."

"San Master." Gongshu Jian turned his head and looked at Huang San with a little bit of badness. "Do you think I will definitely lose to him, right?"

"..." As soon as he heard this, the third master did not intend to persuade him again. He also came from that age and knew that once the young man's spirit surged up, he would never give up without distinguishing his height. What's more, Gongshu Jian has been receiving the most rigorous training in his sect since he was a child, and he has long been familiar with the various hidden weapons passed down by the ancestors, which can be said to be like Zhenhua Realm.

In addition, he is arrogant by nature and looks down on a slave like Yin Zhao who does things for others... Now, his opponent is trying to challenge him in the name of "Great Righteousness", so how could he refuse?

Being inspired by the three words of others, Mr. Jian is far from meeting the leader's standards...

———

Outside the Tingyu Pavilion, there were raindrops floating, fine and thick, like a gently opened curtain.

Two arrogant teenagers stood in the rain, five meters apart, looking at each other's every move. According to convention, before the masters duel, there will inevitably be a long and disgusting silence. They are carefully observing the possible flaws on the other party, and expecting the next movements, steps under their feet, etc.... The match between cold weapons may be divided into the winner at the moment of the wrong person. Several moves and gestures are used, and the judgement is immediately made.

Gongshu Jian slowly took off the one behind him

When he put the iron umbrella, he pressed the junction of the umbrella and raised it again! With a "clang", the mechanisms on the iron umbrella started to operate one after another, spreading out the rain in the air at a speed comparable to the paper umbrella. The surface of the umbrella was not something else, but two layers of bent blades like the moon, inlaid with layers of inlaid, with the tip of the knife facing outward, and the cold light flashed. This is not a strange weapon used to pretend to be a god. The tip of the outer blade slightly touches a person's throat and can be cut immediately!

Standing with an umbrella, Gongshu Jian looks very much like the weak scholar in later generations' myths.

But... the umbrella blade flashed with cold light, hideous and dangerous.

"I have never seen such a weapon..." Yin Zhao muttered in his heart, but in fact, he did not care about these strange things. As an orthodox weapon advocate, Yin Zhao's understanding of weapons is only at the level of swords. In his eyes, the rest can only be regarded as a skillful skill in the Qimen. It is okay to be interested in studying. If it is taken out for actual combat...it is no different from suicide.

So in his eyes, Gongshu Jian has become a corpse at this moment.

The next moment, this established corpse moved!

He took a light step and turned two circles like a dance. Gongshu Jian swung it suddenly! The three blades on the umbrella were actually separated from the clamp of the iron umbrella, and they cut the raindrops in the air, whirling and flew towards Yin Zhao quickly. When Lu Ban designed this hidden weapon, he seemed to have considered the problem of air friction and deliberately did not set it as a straight dart, but had a little arc. As long as the user's throwing technique was not too biased, these flying knives could lower the center of gravity in the air and finally hit the target.

Of course, Gongshu Jian will not be biased. He started practicing this since he was five years old...

"Oh My God……!!"

Yin Zhao didn't expect the knife to fly over suddenly. He was so scared that he shook his whole body and stopped shaking his shape. He quickly raised the big knife, took a step back, and picked the three flying knives horizontally. "Dang", "Dang" and "Dang" three times. At the critical moment, Yin Zhao relied on the little brute force on his wrist and pulled the big knife, picked three times in a row, and shot it all down. But... he had just breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw that Gongshu Jian was already holding the umbrella blade in his right hand and rushed towards him!

Those three flying swords were clearly a trick to lure the enemy, and it doesn’t matter whether they hit it or not. The key is... while Yin Zhao was distracted, Gongshu Jian approached quickly, obviously because his weapon was not long enough, so he thought about assassinating him in close proximity!

How can he get what he wants?

With one blow, he raised his sword again, and cut it down from top to bottom! Yin Zhao aimed at Gongshu Jian’s exposed ribs this time, and a powerful and heavy slanting roll was made. On the surface of the knife, countless rains were cut off by Yingqiu, and a "whirring" wind sound was cut back.

But who knew... a few steps away, Gongshu Jian's body changed suddenly and turned around gracefully like an actor on the stage. At the same time, his iron umbrella also changed from his right hand to his left hand, and turned around and it was already above his head. However, with a "clang" sound, Gongshu Jian half-behind his body, lifted the iron umbrella over his head, and just blocked Yin Zhao's sword with the umbrella surface! The blade was heavy, shocking the rain, and the umbrella blade also "buzzed". He tilted his shoulders slightly, and with the wet rain, he quickly escaped from under the knife surface.

At this time, he had entered a distance that was quite dangerous for Yin Zhao.

Hold the umbrella with your right hand and draw the knife with your left hand, and wind will appear under your feet.

When he was wrong, with just one knife, a blood-red hole was cut on Yin Zhao's waist, and blood splashed out. At the last moment of this round, Yin Zhao finally raised his strength, scorpion swung his tail, and kicked Gongshu Jian on the back, causing him to stagger. If it weren't for this... He would have never even touched his opponent's clothes in this round.
Chapter completed!