[Cat and Mouse] Jianhe

"It was they who said they wanted to come to Zhenlong Valley. How could I know?" Wang Xingzu put away the folding fan and put it in his sleeve, approached the man and said, "Eldest brother won't let me go, I can't help it. But this way, I have brought ,we agreed."

Not knowing how to slide under his feet, the old man was almost three feet in front of Zhan Zhao.With a flick of his cuff, Wang Xingzu yelled and fell to the side.The old man's pointed fingers protruded from the sleeve, and the palm that was immediately exposed was no different from ordinary people except that it was thin.The adam's apple wrapped in withered skin moved, and his voice was old and hoarse, "Since he is Yan Xilai's direct disciple, it's very good. Lead the way and enter Zhenlong Valley."

White hair, black fingers, this skill is barren hand.

The breath is retrograde, blocking the tendons.First abolish the perception of the fingers, and then refine them.One hand is like an eagle's hook and sharp claws, which can break copper and iron.The young Zhan Zhao was puzzled, why Yan Xilai had to tell him such evil kung fu in detail.However, with the attitude of knowing yourself and the enemy, he still keeps in mind thousands of jaw-dropping kung fu.Now with only one hand and one hair, it is easy to identify the opponent's way.

According to what the man in green shirt said, there were at least two other people on the other side.But this place is under Tianluan's sect after all, Zhan Zhao had something to rely on and didn't panic, he raised his eyes and said, "I don't know why your Excellency wants to enter the Zhenlong Valley. But the master made a rule that outsiders from Tianluan are not allowed to enter the valley. Therefore, it is difficult to obey. "

The old man looked at the sky, and said with a sinister smile, "Is there any other choice?" He said the words, and the five fingers of his right hand clawed towards Zhan Zhao's shoulder.Zhan Zhao's body was not in a mess, he turned slightly to avoid Feng Rui, and with a twist of his wrist, he took out the long sword in the sheath.The blade of the sword was turned outwards and crossed in front, just colliding with the old man's fingers.

The old man's thin index finger and middle finger crossed a gap, and when the tip of the sword fell into it, they clamped it immediately, and there was a clanging sound of metal friction between the collisions.Zhan Zhao's hands push and send, then pull and retract, with the aid of turning his wrists to draw out the sword.Unexpectedly, this seemingly dead branch-like finger was indestructible, so it restrained the long sword and twisted it three times.When Zhan Zhao wanted to grab the sword again, it was too late, the blade couldn't stand the bending and cracked, and split into four pieces.

Zhan Zhao immediately dropped the Broken Sword, and stepped back half a zhang.The old man persisted in pestering him, stretching out his left hand and using it together.

Folding a branch at the edge of his hand and hiding it behind his back, Zhan Zhao quietly waited for the old man to get close before jumping up.The front end of the branch slid across the sleeve of the old man, and the thin fingers slid across Zhan Zhao's arm.Under this blow, the two passed by.

Such as cuts are like consultations, such as pondering like grinding.

Qi Ao's sharp edge shot out, the old man's sleeve was cut open, and everything in the sleeve fell to the ground.The desolate hand also left a long scar on Zhan Zhao's arm, blood slowly falling under the dim sunlight.Yin Hong's clear blood spun around in the breeze and fell into the snow with a thud.

Wang Xingzu stared at this scene dumbfounded, his life and death were hanging by a thread, if it were him, would he be able to turn the danger into a breeze.The feeling of cramped and dangerous oppression was close to him, and the aftermath of the offensive hit his face one after another, making him feel chilly.He shivered and sat down on the snow.

Zhan Zhao squatted slightly with one hand on the ground, his eyes stubbornly fixed on the old man.The wound on the arm slowly oozes blood, flowing along the blue skirt, and dripping on the white snow, it is shockingly red and palpitating.Sensing the movement in the surroundings, the slender fingers gripped the branches tightly, ready to go.

The things that fell out of the old man's sleeve were scattered all over the place, but he only picked up a pill carefully by himself.This pill is bright and dark brown red, but you can see through the inside when you look at it against the light.In the severe winter and the twelfth lunar month, there is faint white smoke rising from the periphery of the pill.The blood dripping from Zhan Zhao's hand happened to stain the surface of the pill, winding along the outer arc.

The more it flows, the less blood there is on the surface.The light and shadow of the setting sun fell on the pill, and the blood seemed to seep in, and finally the water and milk were inseparable.

Turning his head suddenly, he didn't care to pick up the rest of the objects on the ground, the old man's small eyes were like sharp swords, and he wanted to cut Zhan Zhao completely open.Zhan Zhao didn't back down at all, and stared straight back, the bright red blood splashed down stained the white snow red, thick and pure.The right hand clenched the branch tightly, just waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

The old man's gaze was like a knife sharpening a sword, from Zhan Zhao's eyebrows all the way to his lower jaw for scrutiny.The brown pill rubbed repeatedly on the fingertips, his cheeks trembled slightly, and he stared and asked, "Son, who are your parents?"

The wound was not shallow, and the pain was piercing. Fortunately, no poison was given.Zhan Zhao looked at the eagerness of the old man, and the corner of his mouth raised a small arc, "What does the rivalry between you and me have to do with your parents? Could it be..." He raised his eyelids a little, pretending to be enlightened, and said, "Your Excellency still needs help from your parents? "

The old man carefully put away the pill, turning a blind eye to the rest of the scattered items.Stretching his arms, he leaped to Wang Xingzu like a kite or an eagle.Withered fingers stretched out and grabbed Wang Xingzu's lapel, his dark eyebrows and eyes reflected the heat.Shen Shen's voice was slightly hoarse, and he couldn't hide his surprise, "His surname is Zhan? Say—"

"Yes... yes," the fingers on the hem of the clothes were cold and sharp, and they could cut their necks and kill them if they didn't pay attention.Wang Xingzu subconsciously grabbed one corner of his clothes, his lips trembling.

So what about the surname Zhan?However, seeing his fellow disciples restrained, and the other party has helpers waiting in ambush, Zhan Zhao felt uneasy, and only wanted to attract the old man's attention.As a result, the previously solid body suddenly moved, and the front body leaned slightly and turned forward with both feet, taking advantage of the opportunity to grab the long sword that Wang Xingzu had dropped beside the path.

This change caused the old man to throw Wang Xingzu to the side, and put his hands up and down, one in front of the other and the other behind.His ten fingers were scorched black, but the back of his palm was red and white with bulging veins.

As soon as the long sword touched the water like a koi carp, Zhan Zhao's arm was injured and his strength was weakened a lot, but this sword chose the two styles of "full of ears and bright like a star" in Qi'ao sword.These two styles focus on clever words, like flying beads falling into a plate, water slurry breaking a bottle, and the tip of the sword is like a snake probing a hole under the flip of the wrist, and a fox jumping up.

With a yell, the old man took a big step and grabbed the sword.Desolate's hand roared with a bitter palm wind, wanting to cut off the long sword in the same way.Gritting his teeth, Zhan Zhao turned the blade over again regardless of the pain coming from his arm, turning from horizontal to vertical and suddenly exerted force to swing upwards.The old man also changed his moves very quickly, with his left elbow forward to block Zhan Zhao's body, and his right hand clawed up to the middle of the sword body.Learning from a pit, Zhan Zhao suddenly turned around when the old man's fingers were about to touch the blade of the sword, avoiding its sharp edge and attacking his chest, like a broken bamboo.Even if the old man dodged quickly, he was also taken with a strip of cloth.

With one hit, Zhan Zhao's toes moved away a foot.The gloomy sword light reflects the gentle eyebrows and eyes, which is out of the ordinary.

Although the front of the old man's clothes was cut, he didn't even touch the inner lining.The old man didn't care and smiled, flipped his left hand in his sleeve, and a small, dark dot swished out into the distance and disappeared.Zhan Zhao was about to find out, but the old man suddenly opened his mouth and let out a breath of white air.The trembling words suppressed the surprise that was almost torn apart, "Missing the net! No matter what the price is, this child must be captured alive!"

The net formation, this is the capture formation taught by Yinshan.Although Zhan Zhao has lived on Tianluan Mountain all year round and has a rare time to go down the mountain, he is no stranger to the Yinshan Sect.Yinshan Sect is regarded as the largest evil sect in Jianghu, which opposes the righteous sects of famous sects, and it is called the Devil's Cult in the Jianghu.There has always been no balance between good and evil, and people from the Yinshan Sect sneaked into Tianluan Zhenlong Valley, and it was definitely not with good intentions.And this net formation is even more known as the "big net", so far, no one has been able to escape safely.

Zhan Zhaoxia went to think about the reason carefully, and caught two wind sounds about a foot behind him.Exercising the technique of moving and moving with one step, holding the long sword in his hand without looking sideways, stabbing two swords behind him one after another.After two sword strikes, his subordinates did not stop, and another sword forced the old man to take a step away. Then he turned sideways and crossed his sword, panting to assess the situation.

The two people who sprang out were all wearing black tight-fitting clothes, each holding a long net in their hands.The mesh is fine, and the vertical and horizontal threads are silvery white, sparkling orange ripples under the shadow of the setting sun.When the cold wind blows, the flexible and slender net moves with the wind, as light as a feather.The white light flickered, but the old man also took out a net, and the soft net body poured down on his hand like running water, and unfolded.

The three nets seem to be randomly scattered around Zhan Zhao, but they are actually cast into a copper wall.

Glancing at Wang Xingzu who was stunned and stumbled beside him, Zhan Zhao frowned and no longer expected him to go anywhere to report the news.After all, this place is within the territory of Tianluan, as long as it waits for a while, someone will come to rescue.After making up his mind, Zhan Zhao clenched his sword tightly again, and the hilt was soaked in blood.

"Quick battle and quick decision, next time we will explore the valley," the old man ordered in a low voice, spreading out the large net in the air and walking away.At the same time, the other two also came in cooperation with the tacit understanding of the network, and they staggered back and forth to seal off the escape route.

Zhan Zhao flew towards the big net with a swallow, the true energy flowed into the sword body, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, he slashed towards the big net fiercely.Who would have thought that the network cable would be soft and soft, and it would stick to the touch, not only would it continue to wrap around the sword body the moment it was retracted, it would bind the sword firmly round and round.After a twitch, he failed to retract the sword, but it became more and more tightly wrapped. Zhan Zhao immediately abandoned the sword and landed.

Another net is inserted from the side and waits for the rabbit.The remaining one is placed horizontally on the periphery to prevent fish from slipping through the net.Up, down, outside, layer upon layer, watertight.

Just now the sword had used [-]% of its strength, now the pain is unbearable and eroding the muscles and bones.Rao Zhan Zhao was nimble and quick to react, and in a hurry, a kite turned over and passed through the gap between the two nets, but still had one foot on the lower net.

The silk threads on the net are like poisonous snakes, and they get entangled and entangled with only a little effort from their feet.When Zhan Zhao raised his leg, he could not escape, but was wrapped more tightly by the silk thread.The person holding the net grabbed a corner of the big net and flipped it a few times deftly, and immediately trapped Zhan Zhao's right foot so tightly that he couldn't move.At this moment, the net in the old man's hand also arrived as promised, covering the sky and covering Zhan Zhao's face.

How could he be willing to just catch it with his hands tied, seeing the net over his head approaching, Zhan Zhao's unbound left foot slid in an inconceivable direction, reaching out to grab the sword that was still entangled in the net.The big net covered Zhan Zhao's upper body, and the sword in his hand pierced the Shenshu in the lower abdomen of the old man.Capture the thief first and capture the king first. If the old man can be abolished first, the network formation may be destroyed without attack.What's more, the old man gave an order to capture him alive, so he probably wouldn't kill him.

The old man let out a cold snort, not dodging or dodging, and met the long sword with one clawed hand.And the third net also encircled Zhan Zhao from the outside, enveloping Zhan Zhao tightly.

His body was restrained, his arm was injured, Zhan Zhao's sword was seized by the old man, so the same trick was repeated and the sword was broken.Zhan Zhao didn't panic or beg for mercy, just glanced at the old man, and said righteously: "You three hit one, and this net that the sword can't cut through, it's very unfair and unkind."

The three of them didn't pay any attention to Zhan Zhao, one of them in a black suit took out a black cloth bag, opened his mouth and put it on Zhan Zhao's head.

"First the fishing net and then the vegetable bag, the three of you..." Seeing the old man's withered fingers tap on several big holes one after another, he was immediately unable to move and could not speak, Zhan Zhao was aggrieved but had nothing to do.He opened his eyes to appreciate the last rays of the setting sun, and then the whole person and the three nets wrapped around his body were stuffed into the big black bag.Fortunately, the old man didn't seal Zhan Zhao's hearing, so he can still judge the external noise with his ears.

It was pitch black all around, and his hearing became extra sharp.While paying attention to what the three of them did, Zhan Zhao thought about the cause and effect.

Net formation, Yinshan religion.If he was really a member of the Yinshan sect, why would he easily give up the opportunity to enter the valley that he had worked so hard to get and instead captured him alive? In any case, it seems that the fifteen formations of Xinxin are more attractive than Zhan Zhao.Although the Yinshan Sect has a great momentum, it is really shocking to attack such a long-established and well-known sect like Tianluan. What makes them not hesitate to fight against Tianluan.However, whether this is a network formation or not is also a question.

Being lifted upside down, Zhan Zhao sighed from the bottom of his heart.It's fine if it's a network formation, but if it's trapped by a formation that doesn't even have a name, it's too shameful.But be sure, don't be bumped into by the juniors, especially that little mouse with sharp teeth.Turning his thoughts, he didn't know if the man in green shirt could match his eyes, and he finally managed to make a move of swordsmanship, so he had to find a way to deceive him a few more times.

Being carried for a few steps, he stopped, Zhan Zhao was wondering, when he heard a sword cry and howl.Steady yet light, long yet majestic, like a potential dragon breaking through an abyss and leaping into the sky.Like a gale, it only takes a moment to come from afar to the nearby.Long and long, whirling and whirling, not angry but majestic.

It's Yan Xilai.

Master!Zhan Zhao's heart was overjoyed, but suddenly he sank down again.Wrapped in cobwebs and stuffed in a cloth bag, it was embarrassing for Master to see this state.I hope that Master came alone.Be sure not to bring that mouse along with you when you meet it on the road.