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"Demon girl!" Zhu Ran, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally snorted coldly, his wrist trembled slightly, and the long knife was revealed like ice, and he slashed forward with cold killing intent!

Amidst the giggles, the woman suddenly disappeared into the night.

Zhu Ran's eyes suddenly brightened, the upper part of the carriage had been completely cut off by him with one knife, and the coachman who was holding the knife outside the carriage and wanted to sneak attack had turned into two parts, his upper body was still wailing and wriggling.

The woman who landed softly was thirty steps away from the carriage. At this time, she had taken off her eunuch's clothes, and she was wearing a wide robe with her fragrant shoulders exposed. Although the clothes were decorated with bright purples and reds, they were still deprived of their brilliance. It seems to have become a green leaf to set off her beauty.

The skin is as ice and snow, as graceful as a virgin, and as delicate and beautiful as a peony.

And on her head, there seemed to be two furry outlines vaguely, whether it was decoration or something.

She covered her mouth seductively and chuckled: "Sure enough, he is a fierce general killed by thousands of troops. This knife is really ruthless."

Zhu Ran stood up slowly, his eyes moved away from that face that was not like a human being, and fell on the figure gradually walking on the street.

His eyes changed slightly, and he said, "Gong Wu?"

Gong Wu, dressed in plain clothes and with two long knives pinned to his waist, showed a smile, walked up to Zhu Ran and bowed slowly: "General, I have been waiting for a long time."

Chapter 772 Fierce Battle

Although the identities of the two were very different, Zhu Ran was very familiar with Gong Wu, and after staring at him for a moment, he understood the reasons for the various major events in Jianye City these days.

"So that's it. The powerful swordsman Qin Ke mentioned should be you, right? And the one who killed the barbarian in the warehouse under the guise of Xue Yang's swordsmanship should also be you." Zhu Ran's eyes were piercing, "With your swordsmanship , even if Xue Yang and the priest of the Xue family join forces, I'm afraid they won't be able to escape. You deliberately let Xue Yang and that barbarian go, just to confuse the school administration..."

Gong Wu walked up to Zhu Ran step by step, suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "As expected of General Zhu, his eyes are like lightning, he can think about so many things just by looking at me."

Zhu Ran also heard the sound of the crossbow being wound up on the roofs on both sides of the street, and the crows were chirping in the dark night, and the figure of the woman disappeared at some point.

"It's still too late for me." Zhu Ran sighed slowly, and then stared straight at Gong Wudao, "Since you have done things so seamlessly, today's situation must have been painstaking, why did you walk out like this without masking your face?" ?”

Gong Wu clasped his hands again and said: "In front of the general, I'm not so arrogant that I can't go all out. If so, what difference does it make if I cover my face or not?"

Zhu Ran nodded and agreed: "That's right. Your sword technique is the only one in Yecheng. We have fought against each other before."

"And I lost to the general." Gong Wu was not depressed, "The general is a tiger general under the general's command, and his cultivation level was killed in the sea of ​​corpses. Although I lost, I am convinced."

"That happened three years ago." Zhu Ran said coldly, "Since you and I will meet again today, why not choose another day to hit the sun, or fight alone and compete again?"

Gong Wu didn't like this, he still smiled and said: "If there is a competition today, I will gladly agree, regardless of whether I win or lose, I just want to have fun. But today I have a mission, General Zhu, please forgive me for being disrespectful .”

The meaning is obvious, now that Gongwu is bringing countless dead soldiers, his purpose is not just to ask for advice, and those crossbows are more of a declaration that tonight...they are going to kill this forbidden army Command and build Yecheng general!

Zhu Ran closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said with infinite regret and pain: "It's a pity. It's a pity that the old man's fame in his life, and now he has put himself in for a rebellious traitor."

"The general is wrong." Gong Wu grinned, "The old man never put himself in it."

"What do you mean?" Zhu Ran's eyes suddenly widened, and there seemed to be an invisible force blowing out of his body, sweeping into a gust of howling wind in the darkness.

He won't get an answer, because at this moment, the bowstrings of all the crossbow machines were released at the same time in an instant.

The sharp shriek rushed directly into the eardrums in an instant, and before the crossbow arrows arrived, the strong wind that hit the face had already paved the way for killing and death.

The dead soldiers on the roof never expected to kill Zhu Ran with just a single salvo, so the moment they pulled the trigger, they had already started a second reload, the speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to kill Zhu Ran. Weaker than the most elite crossbowmen in the army.

For Zhu Ran, the more elite these people are, the more trouble they will cause him, but his body is still tall and straight, and he has not wavered. Xingyue.

Just after the dead man had just loaded the second arrow, Zhu Ran's figure was gone, and only a shadow sneaked into the house like a ghost.

Gong Wu followed without saying a word, but he was not in a hurry to unsheath the sword in his hand, but pressed the sword with his right hand tightly, constantly oppressing Zhu Ran's shadow with his own shadow.

Zhu Ran's speed was so fast that he shattered a window in just one breath. The crossbow arrow passed over his shoulder and fell behind him, and he took advantage of the opportunity to slash backward from his waist, and a silver light fell on him. , Gong Wu's footsteps suddenly stagnated, and then he fell into the darkness of the dwelling again.

But even so, Gong Wu still suppressed his shadow!

Like children playing with their shadows, Gong Wu steps on Zhu Ran's shadow with every step, and at the same time presses the sword harder and harder, his waist and knees sink deeper, as if he wants to bury himself in the dust middle.

Zhu Ran didn't need to look back to know that Gong Wu's sword had already been pointed at his heart.

Gong Wu was born in an island tribe. However, a huge wave directly submerged the island many years ago. They were homeless and wandered around, so they called themselves ronin.

Zhu Ran had fought against Gong Wu back then, and although it was a big victory, his sword-drawing skills like running thunder still left a deep impression on him.

In such a one-to-many battle, the most important thing is momentum. Once he takes a step back, he will be forced, suppressed, and hunted down step by step.

So the breath in Zhu Ran's chest sank, and his chest suddenly deflated, as if all the air was pressed into the abdominal cavity, and the soles of his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, only to hear a bang, and the floor tiles between the broken stones were already falling Cracks everywhere.

But this method also allowed Zhu Ran to stabilize his figure. When he climbed up to the highest position with one breath, his counterattack was a violent horizontal slash!

"Jihe!" The silver light lit up Gongwu's black eyes, and as he whispered, the long knife was finally unsheathed, as if drawing a straight line from the night, it passed over the tables and chairs, and floated across the window sill, touching Passing through a brick wall, the tip of the knife is as soft as ink dots with a brush.

Zhu Ran's eyes suddenly lit up, and then the two knives collided in mid-air, and there was a loud bang like a bell. The buzzing and vibration in the air directly made a mulberry tree planted in the courtyard tremble. , the leaves fell one after another.

This knife was much faster than the last time they sparred.

Zhu Ran used this force to directly smash the brick wall behind him. Seeing that the residential house was directly split into half under this blow and sword drawing technique, and the ceiling began to collapse, he felt admiration in his heart.

Before he could feel the slight pain flowing in his arms, the crossbow bolts swished to his side again.

Without hesitation, Zhu Ran rushed into another residential building again, and swung the knife directly on the arrows of the two crossbow arrows, changing the direction of the crossbow arrows and shooting towards the window of the collapsed residential building.

A moment later, there were two clanging sounds, and Gong Wu's figure also jumped out of the window, his long robes rattling while running fast.

He jumped into the residential house and exchanged swords with Zhu Ran three times in the dark. Sparks splashed like thunder and briefly illuminated each other's eyes, and then the two figures fell into the darkness together.

The intertwined shadows are constantly shuttling through the dwellings, broken windows and broken walls when encountering windows. It is obviously a place full of obstacles, but the two seem to be strolling on a flat plain, with the knives in their hands waving from time to time. , and then it collapsed with a crash.

Even if they are placed among the young masters, the cultivation level shown by the two of them is surprising enough. The demeanor of doing whatever they want without crossing the distance, even has a bit of the demeanor of the master realm.

However, for those dead fighters who watched, the performance of the fight between the two gave people a feeling of "it should be".

One is Gao Changgong's deputy, a general who was killed out of thousands of troops, and the other can be said to be the number one swordsman in Jianye's face. Their battles will inevitably be extraordinary.

The dead soldiers loaded their crossbows, but they could no longer catch Zhu Ran's figure. The faint lights of knives and sparks made them unable to sit and watch, so a leader in black and masked let out a low shout: " Draw the knife!"

Everyone immediately pulled out the knives from their waists and began to approach the two along the roof.

But even so, Zhu Ran's actions are still so elusive. Even if he surrounds him, what price will he have to pay to stop this top master in the realm of the little master?

On the other side, Gong Wu, who was facing Zhu Ran head-on, was also very uncomfortable. Although he thought he had never slacked off in the past few years, after the real fight, he was shocked to find that Zhu Ran's progress was not inferior to him at all!

As early as that year, Zhu Ran was already a leader among the young masters, but he can still maintain such a terrifying growth rate now. If he can practice at this speed for ten years in the future, perhaps among the ranks of master masters, There is also a chance to have one more person.

It was just a brief distraction, Gong Wu immediately came back together, but he already had a secret feeling in his heart.

In a duel between masters, even a momentary distraction is enough to kill. What's more, the two have fought several times in a row, and there is no time for each other to breathe. How can they find time to think about other things?

In the darkness, a blade of light fell like snow, as magnificent as stars falling from the sky, but also with a kind of sadness of death.

Gong Wu looked at the sharp blade approaching his chest, and heard the footsteps of the approaching dead soldiers, knowing that these subordinates would never stop the knife.

"Sword." He said calmly.

Chapter 773 Siege

He's not a saint, and he doesn't have the ability to say what he says, but it's just that such a sentence can't resist Zhu Ran's heavy hand that is almost sure to kill him.

However, at this moment, Zhu Ran's ears moved slightly, his complexion suddenly changed, and the knife in his hand immediately turned in one direction, and moved backward three steps silently with the movement of his figure.

Just these three steps, another sharp blade passed between the two of them, with a sharp wind sound, the blue light burst out suddenly, and the small sword pierced through three pillars, and then the roof of the house also Then it started to collapse.

The figures of the two were buried one after another by this residential house. Countless bricks and tiles fell from the heights. As the dust drifted away, it was like a wave of sand and dust. Can't see clearly.

But soon, two dusty figures broke through the smoke screen, and when the weapons clanged and collided, countless smoke and dust were raised by the force of the shock, and the light shot in all directions, like sharp arrows piercing through each other's armor.

Zhu Ran's swordsmanship is strong and mighty, coupled with his profound Qi and blood cultivation, it is enough to arouse people's blood at a glance.

In comparison, Gong Wu was much more flexible. Although he was equally fierce with his saber attacks, he kept retreating, always keeping a certain distance from Zhu Ran, and was not in a hurry to fight Zhu Ran with his life.

There was a slight cracking sound among the bricks and gravel, and the small sword that had just pierced through three pillars flew out again, approaching Zhu Ran's back with a buzzing sound of breaking through the air.

Zhu Ran, who had just rushed out of the collapsed residential building, naturally knew the power of this small sword. He raised his brows slightly, his eyes turned sideways to the right, and at the same time his knees sank and stomped. The small sword directly passed his The shoulders flew sideways along the light of the two swords.

"Spiritual practitioners in the realm of the little master, it seems that you have prepared a lot of surprises for me." Zhu Ran, who was avoiding the small sword, tightened his palms, holding the knife in both hands, and directly chopped Gong Wu to one knee.

Gong Wu heard the rattling sound from where the two lines were in contact, and already saw a small gap in his knife.

This is a knife that he has painstakingly crafted. It took the blacksmith half a year for the blade alone, constantly tempering until the removal of impurities is close to perfection.

If it weren't for the Gao family rewarding him with a lot of money, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on to the day when the building was completed.

But facing Zhu Ran's imperial gifted sword "Weiguo" is still inferior, and the blade is too thin. According to his estimation, as long as Zhu Ran slashes at the same position three times, the sword will break .

"Facing a character like the general, I naturally dare not neglect in the slightest." Gong Wu felt a little heartbroken, gritted his teeth and let out a laugh, then pushed forward suddenly, and the two separated again.

Zhu Ran didn't stop at all complacently, and took advantage of the situation to turn the hilt of the knife and directly collided with the small sword. His body only shook for a moment, and he took another step towards an alley again.

One step, two steps, three steps, although the number of steps is not many, each step spans more than three feet, and the soles of the boots and the ground are cracked at the same time.

The pupils of more than a dozen black-armored soldiers blocking the entrance of the alley narrowed sharply, facing Zhu Ran who was like a tiger, they snarled at the same time, and slashed at Zhu Ran's body with their knives in their hands.

Zhu Ran's knife was held behind him, revealing a cold edge under the moonlight. Accompanied by his footsteps, it turned into a stream of light at the same time. The No. 1 dead man was hit by this knife first, and the heavy force directly broke the Take a sturdy steel knife.

The blade continued to descend, and the head was as deep as a cracked valley, and large chunks of red and white spewed out.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Ran stormed forward again, passing through the human wall built by people!

The sound of bones breaking, the sound of flesh and blood being cut, and the howling that stopped abruptly exploded in the alley.

The body of the leader of the dead warriors standing behind was trembling. Years of training made him not have fear in his chest, but only anger.

More than a dozen dead soldiers, even including some practitioners from the Three Territories, couldn't stop him from taking a breath!

In the shadows, Zhu Ran, who was dressed in iron armor like a god, gradually disappeared in the darkness, and at the same time sneered coldly: "It's a pity that the good armor in the army is given to a group of bad people."

"Fire arrows!" The leader of the dead soldiers was angry when he heard that Zhu Ran despised himself and others, but he could only let his subordinates keep firing crossbow arrows inward from that window.

However, the alley was narrow and deep, and the crossbow arrows could not be turned. In the end, most of them could only be embedded in the wall. Even if a few touched Zhu Ran, they could only pass by the corner of his clothes. Zhu Ran didn't even blink his eyes.

Gong Wu was not angry, but just rubbed his right arm, walked slowly to the entrance of the alley with a knife in his hand, and said with a slight smile: "Yes, if you want to talk about these dead soldiers, compared to the forbidden soldiers trained by the general himself, those The Lei Jun who came back from the battlefield is much worse, after all, in the land of Jianye, there are too many eyes staring at him, even if he wants to train soldiers, he can't make a big show of it."

"But then again." Gong Wu said again, "The general's people are not around now, the general can't do anything alone, these rotten fish and shrimp are enough."

The whole block has been besieged to death. Although Zhu Ran is strong, he has not yet entered the realm of a master, just like a bird that has not yet grown wings and cannot break through the blockade here after all.

So Gong Wu was not in a hurry, just walked into the alley to face Zhu Ran who was in the shadows, and raised the knife with both hands until it was level with his eyebrows.

Zhu Ran was half leaning against the wall, with his eyes closed, but his ears were opening and closing.

Of course, it's not because Zhu Ran is some kind of ghost, it's just that his Qi and blood practice has already brought the structure of the whole body under his control. Even the ears, under the control of Qi and blood, can become as sharp as a wolf. .

He is looking.

The little sword was still fluttering silently, like a fallen leaf when it was still, almost undetectable.

And in a courtyard just forty feet away, a middle-aged scribe in a large green shirt and a bun with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if a piece had been buried in dust. Centennial roots.

Spirit is the most difficult thing in the world to practice. To touch that mysterious and mysterious world, one must not only have the talent bestowed by God, but also have the perseverance to persevere for ten years.

Legend has it that in the long river of history, there was a practitioner who sat and practiced for decades, and finally became a saint. His shadow was carved into a mural on the wall, which could never be erased.

Although this cultivator is not yet like this, judging from the aura on his body, he already has the demeanor of a master.

"Mr. Song..." a dead soldier beside him whispered.

Mr. Song waved his hand and stopped the dead man's question. Although his eyes were closed, a pair of mind eyes opened invisibly, attached to the hovering flying sword.

Zhu Ran heard the voice.

The flying sword was like night rain sneaking in with the wind, and fell towards Zhu Ran's chest in a rustle. The tip of the sword trembled a little, but every time it trembled, it vaguely pointed to Zhu Ran's vital points.

Zhu Ran, who also closed his eyes, just stood there quietly. Although he couldn't see the sword in the darkness, he swung the knife suddenly in a certain direction by virtue of his extraordinary hearing and induction.

The broad blade collided fiercely with the flying sword, and raindrops like flames fell in an instant!

This is the first time that Mr. Song has used his sword with all his strength. The flying sword is not held in human hands, but its strength and speed are far faster than humans can achieve. In the darkness of the night, even Zhu Ran cannot detect it with his eyesight. .

But he didn't expect that Zhu Ran could catch his attack so perfectly, and even counterattacked directly with greater strength!

After many years of practice, Feijian was like a part outside his body. When he was hit directly by Zhu Ran's huge force, Mr. Song's face suddenly turned pale, and his lips began to tremble.

The flying sword that flew upside down swirled in the air, and Gong Wu drew out his sword again, fighting with Zhu Ran.

Originally, those dead soldiers had given up the idea of ​​fighting close to the body, but kept firing crossbow arrows, trying to control Zhu Ran's course of action, forcing him to turn around and fight Gong Wu.

It was a well-planned siege.

Zhu Ran knew that he was like a wild boar caught in a trap, because the target was too obvious and the barrier was too high, so that he couldn't climb over it no matter what.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhu Ran remembered that he had always been cautious and prudent when he was in the army for many years, but maybe because he was a little restless these days, he made such a mistake without checking for a while.

Will this be his last mistake in this life?

He didn't know, but as Gao Changgong's former deputy, he had a firmer determination than anyone else, even if it was a cage, he would charge forward.