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Although this strange person had only made a move once, as someone who was familiar with the martial arts of Z Country, he could see that his strength was unfathomably deep. Normally, people like him had more face than life, and since he said he wouldn't, then Zhao Zhiqiu shouldn't have any problems. Moreover, the strength that Zhao Zhiqiu had displayed just now was not much worse than his.

The man did not move. His body swayed, and his three thrusts missed their target. Hey! Your speed is good, but your techniques are too rigid, and your internal force is too weak! " That person didn't care about this level of attack at all. After dodging, he actually had time to speak, and his tone was just like a teacher teaching a student.

Zhao Zhiqiu saw that the opponent had dodged his continuous thrusts. With a turn of his wrist, the blade that had already been thrust out horizontally.

The man smiled and said, "You know how to adapt to situations. Not bad, but that strike of yours was exhausted. It would not be a threat if you used the strength of your wrist against the enemy." At this moment, Zhao Zhiqiu had already attacked seven or eight times. His sabre techniques were getting more and more powerful. Unfortunately, that person still hadn't moved from his position.

Han Wenyue, who was standing at the side, was both shocked and worried. In her heart, there was a trace of longing. The most surprising thing was that Zhao Zhiqiu's power was not any weaker than his. He was worried that this strange man's martial arts was truly amazing. If he were to make a move, Zhao Zhiqiu would probably lose his life on the spot. He didn't know why, but he had a yearning to fight against this strange man. There were almost no martial artists who didn't like sparring with experts. The more he fought with experts, the more beneficial it would be for his cultivation.

Just as he was lost in thought, he heard the man call out, "Hey, handsome boy, you come too! It has been a long time since this old man has touched these old bones of mine.

Han Wenyue stared blankly. How did she like to be in a daze more and more? However, his words were quite to his liking. He cupped his hands together and the Flame Essence Sword in his hand seemed to sense his master's fighting intent. Under the continuous vibrations, it let out a buzzing sound. Han Wenyue leaped forward, and with her sword in hand, she charged towards that person. The Flame Essence Sword's radiance left behind a faint golden trail in the sky.

Han Wenyue knew clearly in her heart that the might of this strange person's martial arts was something she had never seen in her life. Moreover, the lives of these twenty odd people were in his hands, and he only hoped that he and Zhao Zhiqiu could use their full strength to deal with him. Only then would these people have a chance of survival. In reality, Han Wenyue felt that this strange person wasn't a bad person. As she thought of this, Han Wenyue didn't hesitate anymore. In the air, the tip of his sword repeatedly pierced forward, producing a hissing sound.

That person smiled and said, "Mmm, his inner strength is not weak, and his Qing Gong is not bad either. Not bad at all." With a wave of his sleeve, the sword qi Han Wenyue sent out had already been dissolved by this wave of force. Han Wenyue, who was still in midair, felt a gust of wind rush towards her. Her body became sluggish as she was forcibly cut off. As soon as he landed on the ground, both his feet abruptly stopped and he rushed forward. The Flame Essence Sword in his hand swung continuously, sealing off all the escape routes of that person. It was the Windswept Willow Sword Technique that he was the most familiar with.

This sword technique's first few moves were to confuse the opponent by dodging backwards. Once the opponent took the first step, the following sword moves would be as continuous as a willow swaying in the wind. At this moment, the strange man only dodged and did not counterattack.

It had to be known that in Z Country, the most important martial arts move was continuous. Han Wenyue's sword attack was only separated by a little more than ten seconds, yet this strange person did not choose to retreat, relying only on his movement technique to escape from Han Wenyue's swift sword. This kind of experience and outstanding lightness skill was truly terrifying.

Han Wenyue only saw a shadow flash, and the strange person had already pierced through the sword light. He couldn't help but be startled, but was unable to use his prepared moves. A saber light flashed beside him. It turned out that Zhao Zhiqiu had aimed at the man's landing point and launched a horizontal slash at him.

The blade was fast and ruthless. It had accurately calculated the location of the man's landing point. There was no way to dodge it. Han Wenyue sighed in her heart: This youngster's fighting intuition is indeed rare! He was worried for the strange man.

Before the strange man landed on the ground, he flicked his finger and the katana in Zhao Zhiqiu's hand flew out of it. The man also flew back a few meters with the help of the katana.

This shot was truly shocking, causing Han Wenyue's heart to tremble. Just by shooting the sharp blade away with her finger, this person's King Kong Finger power was probably at the peak of perfection. Just based on martial arts alone, she didn't know who could be his opponent.

At this time, Zhao Zhiqiu was still as calm as before. He silently swung his numb hands and walked to the side to pick up the sword on the ground. He made a slashing sound in the air and once again held the sword with both hands. The man laughed heartily. "It's not easy to deal with the two of you working together. I couldn't help but itch and sent your saber flying."

Han Wenyue's left hand formed a sword incantation as he slightly bent his legs. His Flame Essence sword moved forward as he pointed it at Zhao Zhiqiu.

That person smiled and said, "There's no need to be courteous to this old man again."

Han Wenyue winked at Zhao Zhiqiu, who was standing not too far away. The latter was completely focused on that person, and couldn't even take her eyes off of him. Han Wenyi sighed to herself. She stopped her legs and quickly jumped out. She waved the Fire Essence Sword in her hand and sent a few rays of golden light towards that person's head.

The man chuckled as he slightly tilted his body, as if he wanted to jump out of the sword light just now. Han Wenyi felt extremely helpless. He had switched sword styles, but he was still able to see through her weaknesses. How could she fight like this?

Zhao Zhiqiu did not know when he had rushed forward and swung his saber. It was exactly in the direction of that person's leaning body, and if that person were to leap up, it would be as if Zhao Zhiqiu had moved himself closer to the edge of the blade.

At this time, Han Wenyue's spirit had been lifted, and she lowered her body. The Flame Essence Sword slashed upwards, attacking the left arm of the man, and for a moment, Han Wenyue forgot that the man had Diamond Finger. She waited until the sword was handed over, and then she thought of this, and couldn't help but feel helpless.

That person had no intention of attacking. With his hands behind his back, it was as if he was showing off his Qing Gong. His body that was already leaning backwards suddenly flashed three meters.

Han Wenyue had originally wanted to force him to retreat, but with the increase in his strength, his body smoothly flew forward. The tip of his sword moved, stabbing towards that person's right arm. The man moved to the left, but Zhao Zhiqiu was no slower than Han Wenyi. He moved like a shadow and slashed again!

That person raised his long eyebrows. He did not use much strength as he flipped his body upside down. His blade struck nothing but air again.

In the eyes of everyone else, fighting was like watching a movie! That strange person had his hands behind his back, constantly jumping up and down against the mechanics' principles. Han Wenyue was no worse than him, chasing him non-stop. The two jumped nearly ten meters, spinning in the air. Zhao Zhiqiu wasn't very good at jumping, but the movement speed of the ground was very fast. If anyone paid attention to him now, they would notice that every time he dashed forward, there would be a pit two meters above the sand. But the most eye-catching people were Han Wenyue and that strange person. This kind of scene was indeed only seen in movies in the eyes of Westerners. Now, not only were they thinking the same thing, but they were also moving in unison, opening their mouths wide enough to swallow an egg. Even the resentful face of Bajha was replaced by a look of amazement.

Han Wenyue, on the other hand, couldn't say a word. She had already pushed her skill to the limit, so the tip of her sword was only a few inches away from that person. Zhao Zhiqiu's cooperation was already the best. It could even be said that although it couldn't be considered flawless, it wasn't far from being flawless. Moreover, the two of them weren't ordinary people, yet they could do nothing to him. Moreover, this person was just teasing them. Every time he leaped, he would leap backwards towards them. He was relaxed and unhurried. The other side didn't even need to use a single move. Just his movement technique was too much for the two of them.

Zhao Zhiqiu had also reached his limit. After all, he had just fainted from dehydration not long ago. Under the moonlight, his forehead was covered in shiny beads of sweat. Although his saber seemed to appear at that person's feet every single time like a prophetic prophet, he would always brush past the corner of that person's clothes.

He swung his saber once more, and the silhouette before him blurred, as he leapt into the air once more. A strong gust of wind blew past her and she didn't even need to look to know that it was Han Wenyue who had followed her. Zhao Zhiqiu turned around and directly ran towards that person's location. In terms of speed, he was not one bit inferior to Han Wenyue.

The person in the air suddenly laughed: "Handsome boy, wouldn't it be better if the sword was slightly to the right? What is your sword technique for? Could it be that they were running in the martial arts world? What's the use of looking good? "

Han Wenyue was not convinced. When she was young, she had won several martial arts competition awards. Even her two masters had praised her for her high standards. Who would have known that she would be called worthless today?

Zhao Zhiqiu, who was on the ground, suddenly raised his saber from the bottom to the top. The moment that man fell, Zhao Zhiqiu suddenly raised his saber from the bottom to the top, which was in the exact moment that the man fell. Zhao Zhiqiu, who was on the ground, suddenly raised his saber from the top to the bottom.

Zhao Zhiqiu was clearly exhausted. At this time, Han Wenyue had also landed on the ground. She stood beside Zhao Zhiqiu, gasping for breath. She was not much better than him. For a time, the three of them were in a stalemate again.

That person had a relaxed expression from start to finish. At this time, he was no exception, and with his hands behind his back, he said to Han Wenyi: "Hey, handsome boy, your sword technique is considered average. What's your name? Who is it from? "

Han Wenyi let out a few deep breaths, clasped her fists and replied, "Junior Han Wenyue is from the Wudang Sect's True Son Daoists." This weirdo spoke in a weird tone, so Han Wenyue could only imitate him. Her tone was completely imitated from the movies and novels, which saved him from getting tangled up again.

That man with a long beard muttered: "Wudang Sect? I've never heard of it. "

Even if Han Wenyue had more self-restraint, she could not help but be furious. Since the last year of the Yuan Dynasty, when the unparalleled martial genius, Zhang Sanfeng, founded the sect, Wu Dang's experts had emerged one after another in the early Ming Dynasty. They were already on par with Shaolin, and were known as the martial arts world's leaders of Taishan and Beidou. Such a famous martial arts sect like this, even ordinary people knew about it, yet this martial arts master with such a cultivation, actually said that he had never heard of it before?!

That person suddenly muttered to himself. His expression became extremely complicated again. Although it was only for a short period of time, it made Han Wenyue feel as if she had fallen into a cloud. The original anger was replaced with curiosity.

He smiled and said: "To be able to have such outstanding martial arts at such a young age, I guess your master is also a martial arts expert. I originally wanted to accept you as my disciple, but I am not a gentleman.

Han Wenyue stared blankly. After playing around for a long time, she wanted to accept him as her disciple, but her praise for her master was very simple and clear. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond, so she could only bow and greet him.

That person smiled and asked Zhao Zhiqiu, "Kid, what's your name?"

"Zhao Zhiqiu." Zhao Zhiqiu coldly replied.

That person nodded and said, "Come over quickly and pay your respects."

Han Wenyue stared blankly again. What was this mess? This time, even Zhao Zhiqiu was stunned. He frowned and did not reply.

Seeing that there was no answer, the man raised his eyebrows. "What? You don't want to? Kid, do you know how many young talents fought to become my disciple all those years ago? "

Zhao Zhiqiu's face was pale. His body had just recovered and he had just fought a fierce battle. He was obviously a bit weak. However, his tone was still as cold as ever, "I don't know."

A trace of anger flashed in the man's eyes, but he quickly laughed: "Back then, I was the one who was the mastermind behind all these. Who in the martial arts world didn't know about it? As long as you acknowledge me as your master, the number of people who can beat you in the martial arts world in less than five years can be counted on one hand. "

"Not interested." Zhao Zhiqiu answered.

That person's face darkened as he shouted, "Brat, this old man thinks highly of you if he wants to take you in as his disciple. Don't fail to appreciate his kindness. If you anger this old man, do you know the consequences?"

Han Wenyue, who was at the side, clearly heard Zhao Zhiqiu say "I don't know." As expected, the moment the last word left Zhao Zhiqiu's mouth, the man's figure disappeared. At the same time, Zhao Zhiqiu took a step forward, and suddenly, the saber that had been sheathed in its scabbard came slashing forward.

"Sword Drawing Arts!" This word suddenly flashed across Han Wenyi's mind. Yes, it was the Sword Drawing Arts. This technique could be said to have originated from the ancient countries of Nebula. Some scholars believed that it was the Sword Drawing Arts from the Spring and Autumn Period. Of course, this kind of academic debate was always repeated. The only thing that could be confirmed was that this kind of blade technique did indeed have a great lethality, but its speed was also extremely astonishing. The friction produced when unsheathing could instantly increase the speed of the slash, and the length of the blade also made the force of the tip much greater, and the attacking style was more horizontal or slanted, with a large area and a tricky angle. However, when it was used, it consumed a great deal of physical strength and caused all sorts of inconvenience, until the end of the war in the Kingdom of Nebula, when the foundation for the post-era sabre-drawing technique was developed, compared to the actual sabre techniques from earlier, which had the advantage of one-on-one combat.

Zhao Zhiqiu's blade was much faster than any other blade that he had just used. Unfortunately, that person was much faster than him. He didn't know how he had dodged the incoming blade attack. His figure flashed and appeared in front of Zhao Zhiqiu again.

In fact, it wasn't easy for Zhao Zhiqiu to be standing right now. After a fight, his weak and fragile body was on the verge of collapse, and the last bit of strength he had left in his blade was already within his grasp. With that person's movement, he could already feel his opponent rushing towards him from the front.

This was the only time so far.

After Zhao Zhiqiu swung the saber, he noticed that the saber had missed. The opponent was not hit by the blade due to inertia, as he had imagined. Instead, he appeared in front of him like a ghost. It was hard to tell if he had attacked before or after he had swung his sword. That person's movement speed had actually reached a point where the naked eye couldn't catch him! His neck tightened and he was lifted off the ground.

Han Wenyi was shocked. She didn't have time to say anything as she quickly turned her wrist and stabbed the Flame Essence Sword towards the man's waist.

Without even looking, the person carried Zhao Zhiqiu in his left hand, and with a wave of his right sleeve, Han Wenyue felt as if a typhoon had suddenly appeared in front of her, the tip of the sword that she had already handed over suddenly stopped, and her chest felt as if it had been smashed by a pile driver. This stroke was very different from the previous one.

"Old... "Old mister." Han Wenyi caressed her chest. Her voice had also become hoarse, and she was obviously injured. Please show mercy. "

Ben and the others could do nothing but stare wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. They knew that the battle in front of them had already surpassed their understanding. Only Jack had quietly pulled the trigger of his automatic rifle. When he realized that it was useless, he took out his military knife and tried to sneak an attack. However, he was stopped by Taigel, who was beside him. In fact, Jack knew that this little bit of time was like heaven and earth, even Han Wenyue's face was covered with dirt, not to mention himself. It was just that Zhao Zhiqiu had just saved his life in a moment of danger, so he couldn't just let it go.

That person heavily snorted. It was unknown whether he was responding to Han Wenyue or expressing his anger towards Zhao Zhiqiu, but he spoke to Zhao Zhiqiu, who was even 'higher' than him, "Brat, I'll ask you one more time. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

Zhao Zhiqiu answered with a cold look in his eyes. In fact, the current Zhao Zhiqiu could barely hold his sword. This hand, as if cast from pig iron, was pulling his life out of his body.

The voice seemed to squeeze out from between his teeth. "Good!" His left hand was about to clench into a fist when he froze. The expression on Yuan Qiong's face turned complicated again. For the first time, he hesitated.

Just as Han Wenyue was struggling to stand up to save Zhao Zhiqiu, that person loosened his grip. Zhao Zhiqiu had already collapsed onto the ground. Han Wenyi let out a sigh of relief. This person was temperamental. He really could be called crazy.

The man let out a long sigh and patted the back of Zhao Zhiqiu, who was gasping and coughing. Zhao Zhiqiu immediately felt a warm sensation on his back, his extremely weak body had recovered a lot of strength, and he struggled to stand up, staring at that person with a complicated look.

That person faintly smiled and with a flash, he appeared behind Han Wenyue's back. He reached out and slapped her again, causing her to violently spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You! How can you do this? " Even though Ben was afraid, he couldn't help but shout out in Chinese, "He's already injured, and you're still doing that. This isn't a gentleman..." No, not a man! "

Han Wenyue hurriedly waved her hands, this person's actions were completely illogical, if he was to do anything bad to Uncle, then it would be useless to add up everyone else, not to mention the fact that she knew that this palm attack had helped her, that that palm strike just now had caused her to suffer internal injuries, that palm strike had forced her to bleed out, and it had saved her a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, the other person didn't seem to care at all, and Ben tactfully shut his mouth as well. Han Wenyue cupped her fist and bowed again, "Thank you very much."

That person waved his hand, "Just now, this old man was a little angry and attacked a little too heavily. This gift of yours should be forgiven. I hope you don't hate this old man."

Han Wenyue was a very tolerant person. Moreover, this person's freedom had left a good impression on him. He quickly cupped his hands and greeted: "No, you're too serious."

That person smiled again. "Someone entrusted me to take your lives this time, but I really can't do anything to you two. Forget it." As he said this, he waved his hand and the six yellow paper cranes flew towards Han Wenyue and Zhao Zhiqiu. If you two have anything that you need this old man's help with, release the talisman paper crane. Of course, the best time to release it is when you two wish to acknowledge me as your master. "

Han Wenyue was overjoyed and quickly received it. This type of talisman had long been lost. Although with the spread of mobile phones and computer networks, this talisman was basically useless, but Han Wenyue, who loved to study Dao arts, was still overjoyed. Zhao Zhiqiu hesitated for a moment before he reached out to catch it.

Han Wenyue clasped her hands once again. Can you release these people who were hit by the talisman? " Although Han Wenyue knew that even if these people managed to survive, they would still spend their entire lives like wood, but living was still better than dying, right?

That person frowned, "Handsome kid, what does their life or death have to do with you?"

Han Wenyue stared blankly for a moment, this question was really hard to answer. This person must have been following behind the group of Arab warriors since the time he placed the talisman, he couldn't possibly have said that he was a friend, right? After some thought, he said, "These people are mine …" Comrade, although this is the first time that we have met, this junior truly cannot ignore them. "

That person was also stunned and quickly waved his hands, "Fine, just treat it as my greeting gift if you say so."

The man's left hand formed a hand seal with his right hand, chanting something in a low voice. The Arab warriors surrounding him began to fall down one by one. Han Wenyi could see a star-like green light fly out from between the man's eyebrows.

Not far away, Baha watched as his brothers fell one by one. His heart was filled with anxiety and he was about to shout out loud. Han Wenyue was a lot more careful this time. If this guy messes up again, then there would be no way to stop this. She hastily gave him a hand signal. Baja wasn't stupid, he forcefully swallowed back the words that were on the verge of escaping his mouth.

After a while, the green light that flew out continuously condensed into a green ball of light about the size of a basketball in front of that person's chest. Outside, there was a bunch of Arabs lying on the ground in disorder, and that person's face had unexpectedly turned serious as well as he shouted, "Scatter!"