Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 86 Cicada?
"Deng Deng Deng~"

The sound of falling to the ground, either softly or heavily, made the horse bandits feel a great deal of pressure. The bodyguards and guards felt that their swords and guns were getting lighter and lighter, and they followed Zhao Rong in the opposite direction.

Zhao Rongjian's sword is so fast that it enters the hallucination. It is fully displayed and aimed at the vital points. It has a very strong ability to kill miscellaneous fish in an instant.

Practicing swordsmanship on the top of Da Shen Peak until he faced the enemy in front of him, it seemed that he was going from virtual reality to reality, which gave him new insights.

After shouting and fighting with swords clashing, the four or five demon sect murderers who met Zhao Rong fell one by one on the collapsed hay shed. Their corpses rolled over, sticking the woven turf to their bodies, and then they took it away. corpse.

Seeing the horse bandits retreating steadily,

suddenly,

Beside the leader of the Black Tu Gang, a fierce man on horseback stood up!

He has a resolute face, a small scar on the bridge of his nose, gray hair on his temples, and a violent aura in his eyebrows.

That foot stepped on the horse's back, the black horse neighed, and the man flew out towards where Zhao Rong was!

He is indeed a master!
The blood-licking man who took the lead in shouting just now acted under this person's instruction, and Zhao Rong had already noticed it.

The gauze cloak was lifted up, revealing a broad sword about four feet long.

He is also a swordsman, and not an ordinary one.

Along the way, a caravan guard rushed too hard and was kicked by him and flew towards the crowd!
He stepped high to the left and right in a weird swallowing posture, holding the sword in his right hand across the side of his waist, his back arched like a mantis catching cicadas, his chest bulged and his waist lowered when he thrust the sword, his hands folded around the hilt when thrusting the sword, and he advanced forward with great force. Brave and energetic!

Zhao Rong buckled his feet to the side, pressed the hilt of his sword and stepped sideways to block.

"Acridine~!"

The man who drew the sword shouted angrily,

The hands covered with thick calluses press the wrists and burst out with all the strength!
This move forced Zhao Rong away and immediately stabilized the offensive.

however,
The two of them thought of going together.

Zhao Rong held his other hand, and his inner energy also exploded!
At this moment, the sword was in front, and the pressure caused the violent man to retreat.

"Ouch~!!"

His movement was faster, and the thin sword slid straight up along the spine of the broad sword, creating a string of sparks with a clanking sound!
The opponent was raising his leg, but Zhao Rongxin had predicted it and moved faster.

Tan straightened his legs and hit the opponent's knee!

The man's left leg hurt and his sword moves were unstable.
But he was very experienced in fighting. After parrying two attacks in a hurry, he stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, and his body was able to move vertically like a praying mantis, swooping backwards!

It is the Qing Gong and the mantis leaping technique.

Zhao Rong glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the tip of the vertical sword quickly moved to the left in a small vertical circle, twisting the sword to create a phantom!

"Ah~!"

With a scream, he killed the horse bandit who was sneaking up from the side.

This move was so sharp that Zhao Rong didn't even look at the body, only looked around.

The remaining dozen or so people couldn't help but retreat in horror, and the circle of open space around Zhao Rong grew larger and larger!

"The rumors in the world are actually true. Boy, I didn't expect you to be really capable."

"The three banner masters, two deputy incense masters, and the five-stick incense master of our divine sect all died in Hengzhou Mansion. This matter is of great concern. No matter how capable you are, you have to use human heads to fill it."

The violent man rubbed his left leg quickly, and Zhao Rong's strength made him feel uncomfortable.

"Bengbu, Plum Blossom Road, Eight Elbow Sword, it seems to be the Plum Blossom Mantis Sword," Zhao Rong's sword tip was still bleeding, "Which side of the Demon Sect are you from?"

The violent man sneered,
"You are quite knowledgeable to be able to recognize my sword skills. As for who I am, there is no need for you to know."

"That's true," Zhao Rong snorted coldly, "The dead really don't have to speak."

The Plum Blossom Mantis Sword is recorded in the books of Hidden Sword Pavilion, no wonder it looks so familiar.

This set of swordsmanship has a unique style, derived from the Mantis Boxing. The moves are linked together, one link within another; the momentum is interlocked, and the structure is tight, like blossoming plum blossoms.

This person didn't take action at first, he was just hiding in the dark waiting for the master to come.

Then suddenly burst out to seize the opportunity.

The mantis stalking the cicada combines the essence of swordsmanship.

but,

Zhao Rong was obviously not the cicada he was waiting for.

The violent man spoke to relieve the strength in his legs, while Zhao Rong was thinking about the opponent's sword moves.

At this time, when the reality is felt, there is no way to give the opponent a chance to breathe.

When the old escort saw him charging towards the master on the other side, he immediately shouted for someone to come along and involve the horse bandits around him.

In fact, this gang of horse bandits have lost their courage. The man who attacked just now was killed with a sword. If the leader didn't say anything, he no longer dared to take action against Zhao Rong.

"Is this your phantom sword? Where is it?"

The violent man deliberately mocked.

He took a false step forward and raised his sword to block, and then turned over and raised his golden whip, so that Zhao Rong's series of stabbing swords could not penetrate. Although he could not keep up with Zhao Rong's sword speed, he used the wide sword surface, the defensive advantage and the good internal strength to resist the attack.

I didn't dare to look down on her in my heart, but I deliberately used words to ridicule him.

Normally, teenagers are prone to anger when provoked.

The two of them fought seven or eight more times, from the ruins of the hay shed to the outside of the inn. The violent man became more and more at ease.

'After all, he is a young man with a weak foundation. '

He felt in his heart that he had mastered Zhao Rong's sword moves, and immediately wanted to switch from defensive to offensive.

however,
He had just used the Mantis Flying Move, and before the force of the horizontal sword was used up, the strength of the sword of the young man in front of him suddenly changed drastically!

Zhao Rong raised his right hand and raised his sword towards the broad blade!
A huge amount of internal force burst out from the Tianting acupoint of the elbow~!

"not good!"

The violent man was startled. The tiger's mouth was shaken and he quickly gave up the sword in his hand, letting it fly out and chop a rock into pieces.

He knew that Zhao Rong was quick with his sword.

It is absolutely too late to return the sword at this time!
"唔唔~!"

These two sounds are his hidden trump card!

He pulled out the two tiger-head daggers at his waist, frowned up and down, and actually knew how to use the two tiger-cutting dragon knives!

Zhao Rong's sword moves have also been used!

The right man took a small lunge to pick up the sword, and the shadows of the phantom swords intertwined in front of the two swords!
"Tsk~!"

A wound appeared from the big man's left arm, and he didn't have the time to take care of it.

He screamed "吖吖吖吖", used both hands to parry, and then blocked Zhao Rongzuo's small lunge cloud sword.

This move calls Yun Miyue, the clouds are the two swords, and the moon is the heart!
The tip of the sword went towards the heart of the violent man!
The man's whole body was tense.

Veins popped out on his forehead as he slashed to the extreme with his two swords.

However, what was chopped away was not the sword, but just a wisp of Zhao Rong's sleeve in the light of the sword!
After taking a false move, my heart suddenly thumped!
A flash of sword light reflected the sunlight, catching people's eyes.

He felt dizzy before his eyes, and the number of sword tips increased from one to several. He could have followed the sword moves before, but now he was completely lost!
The next moment,

"Whoosh~!"

The young man's figure passed by him, and the corners of his sleeves that he had chopped off were still spinning in the air.

The wind is blowing,
The blow made the blood on Zhao Rong's sword flow faster, falling drop by drop, soaking in a withered yellow weed below.

The bloody grass twists in the wind, bloody and coquettish.

"How about it?"

"This is my phantom sword, where is it?"

Zhao Rong returned the mocking words intact, and the man coughed and couldn't speak clearly.

When he opened his mouth, blood continued to flow, and his throat had been cut. The horror on his face and the anger in his eyes disappeared as his body softened.

"died!"

"The Master of Maixiang is dead!"

The remaining horse bandits and demon sect members panicked, climbed on their horses one by one, and were about to escape.

How could the people at the inn let them go?

The Jianghu people who originally escaped also fought back when they saw this, and soon killed all the remaining horse bandits.

The leader of the caravan, Hei Tu, was captured and took the initiative to hand over the antidote.

He said that the Dajiang Caravan was persecuted by the demonic sect, and he was forced to kill people in Yuanzhou Mansion, so he could only go to the dark side.

Although there were difficulties, no one paid attention to them.

Seeing that he didn't know the inside story of the demon sect, a woman in her forties squeezed out of the caravan and suddenly rushed up with a knife and chopped down Heitu.

She stabbed the body several times, and her body was covered in blood.

Then he threw away the knife, stumbled and crawled to a middle-aged man lying on the ground, shouted "Master", and cried uncontrollably.

The Jianghu people were used to seeing this kind of scene, so they just sighed.

Anyone who doesn't live with his head tied to his belt may one day end up like the people lying on the ground.

Looking at those who unfortunately died,

It is still inevitable to feel the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox dying.

……

(End of this chapter)