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Chapter 157 Zhao Yun's Sword
With a wave of his big hand, Xu Chu caught the butcher's falling head. He stood proudly in the field with a knife in one hand, looking around with a pair of tiger eyes.

"it is good!"

Seeing Xu Chu behead the butcher, Huang Chengyan, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but shouted hello.

Compared to the cheers of Huang Chengyan and the others, the faces of Dianxiaoer and Nanhua Laoxian became more and more gloomy.

"A traitor is a traitor, what a bullshit Wei Mojin Captain, that's all!"

Xu Chu held the knife in one hand, kept weighing the butcher's head with the other hand, and looked proudly at the shop waiters and the others.

"kill him!"

The waiter raised his head and looked at Xu Chu coldly, the gloomy eyes flickered wantonly, and his cold tone did not contain any emotion.

"Follow the order!"

Hearing the order from the waiter, the beggar responded and put his hands on his waist, only to hear the sound of "click" opening and closing, and the beggar pulled out a flashlight from his patched belt. A soft sword with a cold light.

With the soft sword in hand, the beggar's entire aura changed. The original lazy aura disappeared the moment the soft sword came out of his body.

At this moment, the disgusting smelly beggar died and was replaced by a hard-edged killer.

Looking at the beggar slowly approaching, Xu Chu threw away the butcher's head and looked at the beggar with a solemn expression. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and followed the beggar's movements with his whole body on guard and defended accordingly.

"Zhongkang wait a minute, this person will be dealt with by someone!"

At this moment, a long howl came from the state pastoral mansion, and a white figure leaped over the high wall of the state pastoral mansion, and landed lightly in front of Xu Chu, blocking between Xu Chu and the beggar.

"Zi Long?"

Seeing the person coming, Xu Chu exclaimed.

"Zhongkang, please go down and take a rest. Let me train this thief!"

Zhao Yun, dressed in white clothes and armor, smiled and said to Xu Chu.

"Okay, I'll leave it to Zilong."

Taking a deep look at Zhao Yun, Xu Chu replied in a deep voice.

Xu Chu knew that Zhao Yun had come here under orders, and His Majesty was afraid that if he continued to fight, he would suffer losses if he fought against beggars again.

Regarding His Majesty's move, Xu Chu felt warm in his heart, and it was worth fighting for his life.

Xu Chu said, holding his own saber and retreating to the side of Huang Chengyan and the others, quietly looking at Zhao Yun who was confronting the beggar.

"Since you are good at using swords, then I will compare my sword skills with you!"

Zhao Yun glanced at the sword in the beggar's hand, smiled and stuck the spear in his hand on the ground, raised his hand and pulled out the sword from his waist, and confronted the beggar across the air.

"The great Wei touches Jin Xiaowei, you are a beggar!"

The beggar's eyes were like lightning, he stared at Zhao Yun and said every word.

"The former general of the Han Dynasty, Zhao Yun!"

Zhao Yun said with a solemn face.

This is no longer a simple fight, but also represents the glory of the country they are loyal to.

The winner wins glory for the country, and the loser apologizes with death.

"What a great former general, I want your head as a beggar!"

Hearing Zhao Yun's words, the beggar sneered and said.

Before he finished speaking, the beggar moved, and followed the sword. The soft sword in his hand turned into the fangs of a poisonous snake, and stabbed at Zhao Yun's face with a strange whistling sound.

"Well done, look at the sword!"

Zhao Yun was not angry at the beggar's shameless behavior. He just smiled, waved a sword and walked towards the beggar.

Perhaps it is the tradition of the captain of Wei Mojin to take a sneak attack, as is the case with butchers and beggars.

Both of them are good at the same way. They first confuse the opponent with clichés, and when the other party answers, they take the lead in sneak attacking to seize the opportunity. In this way, even if the sneak attack fails, it will also arouse the enemy's emotions and increase the chance of the enemy making mistakes.

Zhao Yun has always led people generously, facing the tricks of beggars, he just responded with a smile, and did not mean to be angry, but just confronted the enemy with a normal heart.

The beggar's sword was fast, but Zhao Yun's sword was even faster than the beggar's. Before the beggar's stored energy reached its peak, Zhao Yun's sword struck the beggar's face first.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the sword, the beggar was taken aback, and had no choice but to change his tactics and deal with it hastily.

The beggar's wrist trembled, and the soft sword in his hand turned its edge strangely with the tremor of his wrist, and suddenly entangled Zhao Yun's sword that was stabbing at him.

The sword in his hand was locked by the soft sword. Zhao Yun was also shocked, but he quickly calmed down. The strong spiritual power in his body shook away the soft sword wrapped around his sword edge.

After really opening the soft sword on the edge of the sword, Zhao Yun turned over with a kite, turned the edge of the sword and stabbed towards the beggar again.

The beggar did not expect that Zhao Yun, a warrior on horseback, would be so proficient in swordsmanship. He could only give up the opportunity gained by cheating and sneaking, and stepped back one after another to leave the battle circle and look for opportunities again.

Seeing the beggar's actions, Zhao Yun smiled slightly, danced a sword flower casually, rubbed his body, and followed the beggar like a shadow, chasing the beggar and attacking repeatedly, without giving the beggar a chance to breathe.

In the face of Zhao Yun's successive attacks, the beggar was beaten in a hurry and could only defend himself exhausted. Where there was any opportunity, he had already fallen into a disadvantage.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yue, known as the sword master, shook his head helplessly, and said softly to the old fairy Nanhua beside him: "This beggar has already lost, and death is only a matter of time."

Hearing Wang Yue's words, the old fairy Nanhua was startled, and subconsciously looked at the waiter at the side.

At this moment, the waiter's face was as gloomy as water, and the gloom in his eyes became more and more serious.

"Oh, I didn't expect him to grow up so fast."

Wang Yue sighed.

Seeing Zhao Yun's current performance, Wang Yue couldn't help but secretly admire Zhao Yun's talent.

A year ago, Zhao Yun was still a back that he could handle, but at this moment, he was already able to sit and discuss with him.

Wang Yue believed that as long as Zhao Yun didn't die halfway and given enough time, he would definitely surpass him in time and become a well-deserved generation of sword masters.

"Brother Nanhua, if you don't get rid of this son, we will never recover."

Wang Yue said solemnly to the old fairy Nanhua beside him.

Hearing Wang Yue's words, the old fairy Nanhua's complexion became gloomy for a while, and his eyes turned murderous when he looked at Zhao Yun.

In the arena, Zhao Yun attacked the beggar with a sword faster than a sword. The beggar was crushed and beaten by Zhao Yun, and he had no power to fight back.

The beggar knew that he was going to die here today, and his boss would never save him, he would just watch him die under Zhao Yun's sword.

Thinking of this, the beggar has already developed a will to die. Anyway, left and right are just a word of death, so it is better to fight with your life.

If he can fight Zhao Yun to death, he will be doing a great job. He will leave Jingzhou as a meritorious official, and return to the great Wei Dynasty to be a Marquis and pay homage to his general.

Thinking of this, the beggar clenched his teeth and turned his eyes left and right, looking for his chance to fight back.

(End of this chapter)