Chapter 500: Your sword moves are unorthodox~
In the next few days, Zihan went to change Wanyan Juemo's bandage regularly. The two of them still didn't say a word until they left the inn, and Wanyan Juemo said, "Hide a horse."
Hearing this, Zi Han glanced at her waist and frowned, "Can I ride a horse? The wound will bleed."
"No need to say more."
Zi Han was speechless after hearing this, and bought two horses directly. She stood there and watched Yan Juemo get on the horse before she rode on them and galloped all the way.
Zi Han followed her, looking at her figure as if she had nothing to do. Her complexion had improved a lot compared to the past few days, but she was still pale and looked like she had a serious illness.
She didn't know where this was. She followed Wanyan Juemo during the day and replaced her blood-soaked bandages at night. Every time she held those bandages, her expression was very strange. There was really a lot of blood
She really doubted that this woman was made of iron.
"Let's change the carriage. Riding is too bumpy. Your wound will become inflamed sooner or later if it keeps cracking like this." Zi Han said calmly to Wanyan Juemo with a bandage in one hand.
"No." Wanyan Juemo only replied to Zi Han with one word. He was silent and spoke little and coldly.
Zihan didn't say anything when she heard this. It was her own business anyway. The two of them would not have any intersection in the future. It was none of her business whether they were alive or dead. She just needed to handle the case well after getting the one hundred thousand taels. Get out of here soon.
They had been on the road for five days and seemed to be in Linyue Kingdom now, but they had not yet arrived at Linyue City. It was estimated that they would arrive in another day's journey, so she suggested that Wanyan Juemo take a carriage.
"Wan Yan Jue Mo." Suddenly, a voice reached Zi Han's ears.
Zihan's eyes flashed, "Zihan"
After seeing that Wanyan Juemo didn't speak, Zi Han got up and went out.
But as soon as she went out, her expression became solemn at that moment. Four people were walking up the corridor, and they were the ones who were chasing Wanyan Juemo.
Zi Han calmly returned to Wanyan Juemo's room again, bolted the door, "Quickly, they are coming."
After saying that, he opened the window, glanced at Wanyan Juemo from the corner of his eye, and said, "I'm sorry." After that, he picked up Wanyan Juemo and jumped downstairs.
This is the third floor. Zi Han fell quickly while holding Wanyan Juemo in his arms. When he landed, his heels were numb by the inertial force. He put Wanyan Juemo down and said, "You go first, I'll go up and get it." The baggage is here.”
Wanyan Juemo's eyes were a little suspicious. What's his baggage? It was so important. She frowned and hid herself in the building in front of her.
The four people in the inn looked at each other. The back of the person just now looked so familiar, as if they had seen it before somewhere.
One of them's eyes flashed, he touched his chin and muttered: "It seems to be the person in the temple last night."
"What?!" The other people's eyes narrowed, and they rushed to Wanyan Juemo's door in an instant. They pushed it first, but found that the door bolt inside was locked. One person kicked the door open with his foot, only to find that inside No one is there anymore.
"Brother, maybe that brat ran away when he saw us just now. They must be in the same group!" One person looked coldly and turned aside the bandage he had replaced in the corner of his eye.
"Hurry up and chase, Wanyan Juemo is seriously injured and can't run far!" The elder brother jumped down first and chased after him.
The few people behind also jumped down, and the four of them spread out to search.
Zi Han watched this scene through the window in the next room, her eyes flickering, and she quietly went down when the figures were completely submerged.
The boy in the inn had been frightened by several people and ran downstairs, and quickly reported the situation to the shopkeeper.
Zihan didn't know where Wanyan Juemo had gone, so she could only look in the direction where Wanyan Juemo disappeared just now. At this moment, she was taken into the ditch by her, and those people would not let her go
She was carefully dodging those people all the way, but fortunately they moved separately, so even if she encountered them, she would not be unable to fight back.
Well, actually she doesn’t know if she can beat one of them. After all, she is just a mortal without martial arts
It can be said that she only has moves but no internal strength. The little internal strength is not enough to fill the gaps between people's teeth
It was night at this time, and the small town that was not very prosperous was getting quieter at this moment. Zi Han kept walking into a remote alley. When he thought that the two of them were separated like this, there was a sound coming from not far away. There was a sound of fighting.
Zihan's eyes narrowed and he quickly walked towards the source of the sound. In the dark night, the sword light was flickering under the crescent moon, and the gloomy light seemed particularly penetrating.
Wanyan Juemo was fighting with one of the four people. Those people hadn't arrived yet, but the situation didn't seem to be good. Wanyan Juemo had been seriously injured. At this moment, he was retreating steadily, and his figure was a bit awkward. Unsteady, her face that had finally recovered became as pale as paper again, and blood was oozing from the wounds on her shoulders and waist.
Zi Han glanced sharply and saw that the fingertips of her left hand were slowly dripping with blood. At this moment, she was only using her right hand to hit the man.
Seeing that Wanyan Juemo was not as majestic as usual, the man looked sarcastic at the corner of his eyes and looked a little proud. He stamped his feet and rushed towards Wanyan Juemo. The sword in his hand was exuding With deep inner strength, Wanyan Juemo frowned and raised his sword to block in front of him.
With a sound of "Bang.", the sword light flashed, and Wanyan Juemo's sword flew away, and her figure was also shaken several meters away by the internal force, and she fell to the ground. She spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and stared at her with slightly narrowed eyes. It's very dangerous to catch someone coming, so don't say a word.
Seeing this, the man raised his lips slightly and sneered: "What's wrong, do you have today? It's not good to go against anyone. If you have to go against the prince, I will bury you in the wilderness today!" After saying that, he raised his hand. The sword slashed at Wanyan Juemo.
At the critical moment, there was a "clang" sound, and sparks erupted from the intersection of the two swords. Zihan picked up the sword and blocked it in front of Wanyan Juemo. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly at the moment. Damn it, this man is so strong. Big, this sword almost caused him to fly away. Fortunately, he didn't use all his inner strength just now.
"Is it you?" The man looked a little suspicious when he saw Zihan's appearance, "Haha, you guys are really a group, that's all, let me solve it together!" After that, he ignored Wanyan Juemo, who was seriously injured on the ground. , the figure flew towards Zihan!
He was naturally faster than Zi Han, and because of his deep internal strength, he stabbed Zi Han in the heart with one sword.
"Brush." After decades of practice, Zi Han still has this ability in actual combat. She jumped back, holding the sword in both hands and narrowly avoided the sword.
She definitely couldn't beat this man. After all, with her inner strength, she was no match at all. Her eyes seemed a little brighter in the dark night. She asked the man: "Are you a swordsman?"
The man paused in his attack and raised his eyebrows, "Of course."
"What a coincidence, so am I." Seeing the man's answer, Zi Han felt a glimmer of hope in his heart, and continued: "But I think your sword skills are not very good. If your internal strength is not stronger than mine, you will definitely not be able to defeat me." .”
When the man heard Zi Han's words, he laughed angrily and said: "Haha, what are you so arrogant about, you little brat? My sword moves are all the secrets of the orthodox Tomb Sect, but you actually said that my sword moves are not as good as yours?" What sect are you from? Tell me your name!”
"Wujixuan, a disciple of Silent Valley." Zi Han gave him his real name, but no one here knew what it was anyway.
"Haha, the unknown sect dares to pretend to be orthodox?! Today I will show you the real sword moves!" After that, the man attached a layer of internal force to the sword and prepared to strike at Zihan.
"Wait a minute, my internal strength is not as good as yours. Even if you use your internal strength to defeat me, it still won't prove that your sword moves are better than mine. If you and I don't use our internal strength, how about we just compete with sword moves? This way we can see what happens. Whose sword skills are great!" Zi Han said quickly, and then looked at the man with a slightly disdainful look, and continued: "But I think your sword skills are definitely not as good as mine."
"You fart! If you don't use internal force, you don't need internal force! Today I will show you the authentic ancient tomb sect sword moves!" After saying that, the man was really fooled. He dispersed the internal force on the sword, and the sword became simple and straight. Facing Zihan.
"Let's compete, I'm afraid of you!" Zi Han curled his lips. This kind of people just can't stand the provocation. Who wants them to be so arrogant in their bones, thinking that his own sword moves are the most powerful.
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In fact, the sword moves are all in conflict with each other, and there is no way to say that they are the most powerful. It is just a matter of seeing the move.
So the two of them started to fight in close quarters without using any internal strength. The sword light flashed like stars in the dark night, but it was so eerie.
Wanyan Juemo, who was lying on the ground, looked at this scene with a strange expression. In the situation just now, this man could have left, so why would he come back to die? Thinking that she wanted to kill him before, there was an inexplicable feeling in her heart, even though she had never questioned it. Although I have passed myself, I feel a little regretful this time.
Although the man was temporarily held back, the two of them still couldn't escape when he reacted. Wanyan Juemo lowered his eyelids, his cold and dangerous eyes were flashing with a bone-chilling coldness, and blood was slowly gathering in his palms. Internal force
Although Zi Han said that just now, in fact, without her spiritual power, her sword moves were like a paper tiger. Even though the two of them were fighting in a tie, over time, her physical strength would not be able to keep up with what she was seeing. After all, he has practiced martial arts all year round, and she is just a mortal with a sealed cultivation base.
She has been looking for an opportunity to kill this man, but unfortunately, his sword moves are very precise, and she has not been able to find a flaw so far.
After the fight between the two lasted for ten minutes, cold sweat broke out on Zi Han's forehead. Her men's movements could no longer keep up with the man's attacks. The man seemed to be getting more and more energetic. At this moment, his body jumped and the sword tip Directly pointed at Zihan.
Zi Han stared at the tip of the sword and frowned, but his body was tired and could not keep up with the reaction speed of his brain
(End of chapter)