Chapter 272: Inside and Outside the Martial Arts Arena
revenge.
There are many revenges in this world, such as the revenge for killing your father, the revenge for taking away your wife, the revenge for exterminating a family, etc. All these revenges must be avenged, and they must be paid with blood. If you kill my father, I will kill your wife and your entire family.
If you destroy my whole family, I will destroy your entire clan. This hatred will expand and become boundless, overwhelming.
Hattori Zenkura was determined to avenge Iga and Sarutobi, but he also knew that his martial arts alone was no match for Yan Zhuo, so he had to use tricks, and they were ruthless, poisonous, and absolute tricks.
He called Sato and said, "Sato, you lead thirty people to sneak into Lianjiang City. I want to know what General Jiang Zuo does every day. I must write down all his daily routine and rest."
"Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task." Sato nodded, his eyes showing the arrogance and pride of a young genius.
Even if Hattori Quan Cang sent him to assassinate Yan Zhuo at this time, he would agree without hesitation. This is the fearlessness, courage, confidence and pride of the young man, but behind these beautiful words is the ignorance, impulsiveness and arrogance of the young man.
and pretentious.
Young people are sharp because of this, and they often fall into disgrace because of this.
There are thousands of waves in the vast rivers and lakes, and a few people have turned gray.
Lianjiang City, Jiangzuo Army Exercise Field.
Yan Zhuo held a long sword in his hand and was exchanging blows with Wang Zhanjin.
Wang Zhanjin had already mastered six of the "Nine Styles of Spreading the Breast". When he unleashed a steel sword, the light of the sword was like a silver rainbow and lightning, which attracted the admiration of the soldiers watching in the audience.
"You've practiced your sword skills well." Yan Zhuo said this and just dodged, but did not draw his sword.
"Pull out your sword!" Wang Zhanjin shouted. He had used all six moves he had learned. No matter how he changed, the blade was never even close to Yan Zhuo.
His palms were already sweating, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His whole body seemed to be burning under the hot sun.
"Are you sure you want me to draw my sword?" Yan Zhuo said.
Wang Zhanjin waved the steel knife, and the light of the knife struck Yan Zhuo's heart, and shouted: "Pull out..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo took action.
He didn't dodge, didn't parry, and didn't draw his sword.
He just rushed towards Wang Zhanjin and blocked Wang Zhanjin's blow with the sword scabbard in his hand.
Hearing a "pop" sound, Wang Zhanjin retreated sharply. When he was in a hurry, he couldn't stand and squatted on the ground. He turned over again before stopping. He lay on the ground and clenched his head.
Holding his stomach tightly, a surge of acidic water suddenly surged out from the bottom of his stomach.
No one knew what happened just now, not even Wang Zhanjin. He just heard a "pop" and his stomach contracted violently. Severe pain spread from his left abdomen and pushed him up.
Get out and lie down on the ground.
"You must have been too cruel. It will kill me." Wang Zhanjin lay on the ground for a long time and could not get up.
Yan Zhuo waved the hilt of the sword in front of Wang Zhanjin's eyes and said, "If I hadn't been merciful, I would have stabbed you in the stomach. Besides, who asked you to draw the sword? You screamed so happily when you drew the sword. I
I thought you could block my move."
Wang Zhanjin was flabbergasted, snorted coldly, and said: "My skills are not as good as others, my skills are not as good as others, I will come to you after I have learned those three moves."
As he said this, he struggled to get up and shouted to the people in the audience: "Who wants to try General Zhao's trick? Jump up and try it. Don't hide like a coward below. Let's five
There are more than a thousand people and there is still no one person selected from a thousand to teach this proud general a lesson?"
When the people in the audience heard what Wang Zhanjin said, they all booed and shouted: "Captain Wang can't keep it off his face anymore, please!"
"Go, go, go." Wang Zhanjin waved his hands and said, "My skills are not as good as others, but I am convinced that I lost. Can any of us men from Jiangzuo come and meet General Zhao for a while? Losing is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that there is no
The courage to draw the sword, without such courage, who the hell do you think you are as men!"
As soon as Wang Zhanjin finished speaking, the sharp-headed soldier named Wang Erhu jumped out. He threw his general hat to his comrades, pulled out his long sword, jumped onto the stage, and said: "General, do you remember me?
I was convinced when you used the formation last time, and I want to compete with you this time!"
When Wang Zhanjin saw someone coming to suffer, he said happily: "Good boy, I know you have the guts. You will beat him hard in a while. Don't save face for him just because he is a general."
After Wang Erhu heard this, he cupped his hands towards Yan Zhuo and said: "General, please."
Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "You go ahead and do it. I'll just stand here and don't move. If you let me take a step, you win."
Wang Erhu was startled, and bulging veins suddenly appeared on the back of the hand holding the knife. He is a proud man, and he doesn't like to be looked down upon: "Don't underestimate me, watch the knife!"
I saw Wang Erhu shout loudly, and the long sword in his hand struck out with a ray of light, directed towards Yan Zhuo's face, with a "ding" sound, the swords met, and the blade slashed along the scabbard.
Wang Erhu was very agile, and although his swings and slashes were not exactly famous swordsmanship, the power of the sword was also fierce. He was confident that although the steel sword could not hurt Yan Zhuo, it would always be possible to make him move a step.
But who would have thought that as soon as the blade of his sword was slashed, Yan Zhuo waved the scabbard and circled the steel knife. At this moment, the dark scabbard had landed on top of his head.
It fell on his brow.
"you lose."
Wang Erhu felt cold all over, so cold that he trembled.
