Wang Yue, the Five Tiger General, has a heavenly cultivation level and has already broken through the second level of top martial arts and condensed the sword fighting formation.

Zhang Bushi, the descendant of the divine master, has a heavenly level of cultivation. He has just entered the first level of top martial arts and has been able to condense a cyclone.

Wuhua, the descendant of the divine master, has a ground-level cultivation, is born with a bottomless pit, and is cared with the unique skills of the Buddhist sect of Qingtian Temple.

Logically speaking, although Zhang Bushi and Wuhua are the best among the younger generation of Dakuang, they are not opponents at all when facing Wang Yue, who has been famous for a long time. Fortunately, both of them are descendants of the divine masters and have a profound knowledge. They do not have to rely on battle to understand their opponents like An Bochen. They have also heard of Wang Yue’s sword battle formation. Zhang Bushi has seen it with his own eyes, so naturally he knows the principle of attack. Only by forcing Wang Yue to be unable to condense the sword battle formation can he have hope of killing him.

In front of the lonely town, the night is blue and the wind blows the grass.

Zhang Bushi danced his hands with his swords and slashed out thick black cyclones. The cyclones surged out from the cracked air under the tip of the knife and circled up, like black pointed pillars standing around him. As the knife was rising and falling, it made a whimpering sound, as if the strange crying sounds were coming from some corner of the wilderness, making people's scalp numb.

Although Zhang Bushi's sword skills are exquisite, no matter how wonderful it is, Wang Yue's sword. However, what surprised Wang Yue was that there was an extremely heavy force hidden in the two short and long swords. The reason why it was heavy was that Wang Yue obviously found that every time he slashed, Zhang Bushi's frown would be deeper. It didn't look painful, but it seemed to be under some extremely unbearable pressure. Even so, his sword still rushed forward, and the knife was wrapped with a violent cyclone. Wang Yue was injured in the inner organs, and the other was concerned about the Xiaorihu that had not left, so he only barely fought against Zhang Bushi. Although he was at ease, from the scene, the two were not distinguished.

Perhaps there is another point where the two of them didn't talk a little from beginning to end, or even looked at each other, but they were tacitly aware of each other.

One is the favorite general under the command of Emperor Zhao, and the other is the disciple of Uncle Zhao. With that age, the friendship will naturally not be very good. But at least we were in the same camp and were fighting fiercely in the south of Tianxia Pass, and we felt a little embarrassed in our hearts.

Wuhua did not step forward, holding the demon-slaying wand in his hand, stood in front of An Bochen to put pressure on Zhang Bu.

I looked at An Bochen and then at Zhang Bushi in the fierce battle. His unpretentious fist creaked, and he was inevitably ready to move.

With An Bochen or Zhang Bushi, although he had "adventures" all the time, every war seemed to be destined to be his turn. Take this for example, it was thanks to the fact that he was wearing cloth shoes to raise his eyebrows and draw his sword, and he saved the life of Brother An at the critical moment. After that, Zhang Bushi naturally took over this battle, and Wuhua had to take over the task of protecting An Bochen.

Boredly fiddling with the magic-killing wand, Wuhua's eyes fell on the golden arrow with bloodstains at his feet, and the word "yellow" that was flying dragons and phoenixes was particularly eye-catching.

"The tiger and yellow domineering..."

Wuhua muttered in a low voice, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

He is here to protect An Bochen, and he is not Huang Batian who suddenly used cold arrows before he is guarding him. Instead of guarding him here, it is better to go and find him.

Brother An can beat Wang Yue, and those who wear cloth shoes can fight Wang Yue without a chance to win or lose. So how can I not fight with Huang Batian for more than ten matches... Maybe I can still use this to break through the heavenly grade.

Wuhua thought to himself, and the closed vertical eyes suddenly opened a gap, and the light burst out.

On the mound in Zhennan, the burly man frowned suddenly and stared at the figure moving towards him under the night. A complex color flashed through his single eyes, slowly arched his back, and disappeared on the mound in a blink of an eye.

It is not because of how scared Huang Batian is. Although Wuhua is the descendant of the divine master and is born with a bottomless pit, after all, he only has the ground level cultivation level. Huang Batian is arrogant and can easily shoot Wuhua to death with just one arrow. However, His Majesty only asked him to deal with the rebel general of the Liuguo Kingdom. He only brought three arrows. He has used one and two left. Huang Batian does not want to waste his imperial gold arrows on the excess. Tonight, it seems that An Bochen's life has been saved for the time being. Perhaps it is God's will, and he doesn't want him to die so early. Tonight, there is Mingye. After walking through this town, another empty town is the important town guarded by the winged tiger Huafei. By then...

When Wuhua arrived on the mound five miles away, he could not see the shadow of Huang Batian, only the string of footprints that might not be too deep under the moon shadow.

"Transfer the tiger away from the mountain?"

Wuhua's heart tightened, and he quickly opened his eyes slightly, and saw Huang Batian floating eastward with his back and not lingering near the town. Wuhua's heart was a little wider, but he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. The moment the magic-killing wand fell, his heart suddenly moved. He looked up and saw something seemed to be flowing in the night clouds. In a blink of an eye, it gathered into twenty feet of sword energy falling towards Guzhen.

"Ginger is still the spicy...Amitabha."

Wu Hua, who was less and less like a monk, ran back while talking, and a gloating look appeared on his face.

......

After all, Wang Yue's cultivation strength was one or two higher than Zhang Bushi. Huang Batian drew his bow and retreated. The aura that vaguely locked him disappeared. Without distraction, Wang Yue no longer held back.

He pulled out a sword flower to block Zhang Bushi's left-hand short sword, and his body circled. Wang Yue flashed over a shadow and hit Zhang Bushi's chest. The hilt of the sword turned upside down and knocked Zhang Bushi three or four feet away. Zhang Bushi flew backwards in the air, but his hands did not stop. His swords were combined, and a cyclone was squirting like scissors opened his mouth to intercept Wang Yue who was pursuing his victory. Then he chanted a spell, and a black wind gushed out from his eyebrows and drowned him in the blink of an eye.

When Zhang Bushi came, Wang Yue did not see it completely, but this time he could see it clearly.

The black wind was not special, and the two swords in Zhang Bushi's hand were not much amazing. But when two swords, one short and one long, appeared under the black wind like a cloak with the young man, Wang Yue was stunned. His expression changed drastically in a flash, and he was breathing rapidly, but he suddenly remembered the legend that existed in the Zhongdu Uncle Sect. At that time, the Zhao family master who was sitting in Zhongdu was still there.

"You are...you..."

Wang Yue opened his mouth, and the suspicion on his face gradually dissipated, and replaced by a strong murderous intent that An Bochen had never had before.

One finger is pointed at the sky and the other finger is the earth. Wang Yue exhaled his breath, and the energy attracted the sky and clouds, and instantly turned into a sword energy that was about twenty feet long.

Covered with black wind, Zhang Bushi quietly looked at Wang Yue who was brewing sword energy, shook his head and said, "You are wrong, I am not."

Zhang Bushi's personality is completely opposite to that of the monk Wuhua. He is taciturn and cannot be called a thousand-month, but he rarely tells lies. This is much better than Wuhua, who is supposed to be "not lying".

Wang Yue is a beloved general of Emperor Zhao, and he also knows the character and nature of the emperor's beloved disciples. Naturally, he knows that Zhang Bushi is still a honest person in general. But under this "true person"'s face that is always sad all day long, there seems to be unknown secrets. With the black wind wrapping with two swords today, the evil spirit appears in the middle of his eyebrows, Wang Yue finally remembered the legend.

No wonder he only practiced in the teaching ground for three years. After three years of going to Zhongdu Tianta, he survived fifty moves under the hands of the emperor's uncle's disciple but was undefeated. He became the emperor's disciple. Zhang Bushi of Guanxi, Ma Lu visited a famous teacher, and after three years of hard work, he succeeded in the world... He was not born with a bottomless pit, nor was he a genius with a brilliant bones. The reason why he broke through the earth grade in just three years is because he is...

Taking a deep breath, Wang Yue held the sword energy in his hand and stared at the expressionless young man, feeling that all the mystery was revealed today.

But Zhao Shuai...Does he know about the emperor's uncle? How could he not discover his cultivation? Since he discovered it, why did he keep him?

"Forget it, since General Wang doesn't believe it, Zhang is too lazy to explain. Since General Wang has discovered it, he can only silence the general."

Zhang Bushi said, dancing his swords and swung the black wind toward Wang Yue.

"Silence?"

While chewing softly, Wang Yue smiled indifferently, and did not feel angry because of Zhang Bushi's extremely arrogant tone.

Holding the sword energy in his hand, Wang Yue's eyes were filled with white fire, and he was walking mysterious steps in his feet, beating Zhang Bushi.

The sword energy soars into the sky, the moonlight is shaking, the two swords are demonic, and the killing of the Beidou.

In a blink of an eye, there were less than ten steps between the two.

At this moment, Wang Yue found that a smile appeared in Zhang Bushi's eyes, which had always been sad. In his eyes after the smile, Wang Yue saw a silver spear rising into the sky.

His eyelids twitched violently, and a strong ominous heart arose. Wang Yue subconsciously looked to his side. The next moment, his face was as stiff as ice. The heart of the ancient Jing Bubo broke into powder in this moment.

The pool of blood is still there, and the golden arrow is also there, but the young man who should have fallen in the pool of blood is gone.
Chapter completed!