Chapter 621 Sorrowful cloud swordsmanship, jumping pill and stinging
The wind blows up the rope and the rain hangs on the eyelashes.
Wen'er, the ancient opera master, suddenly lifted up the rope in his hand and chopped it down on Zhang Duyou's head. The rope broke through the rain curtain, and with a whistle, it came in an instant, as if it was going to split him in half.
Zhang Duyou stepped sideways to dodge, flipped the pole over his arm, and swung away towards the direction of the rope. Hearing a crisp "pop" sound, the pole was swung away by the rope, and the strong force urged Zhang Duyou to take several steps back to the side.
, only then did he stop. Zhang Dayou suddenly felt a soreness in his mouth, and couldn't help but feel a little more afraid of Wen'er's physical strength.
However, the rope retained its momentum and was pulled straight onto the wooden countertop. Water splashed instantly, leaving a straight and eye-catching water mark on the spot. And the countertop soaked by the rain already had several deep cracks!
Wen Orer sneered: "Since Your Excellency disdains the 'rope technique', why don't you dare to take it up? I guess it's just a 'silver pewter spear head'!"
Naturally, Zhang Zhangyou was not immune to his provocation. He withdrew his right arm slightly and grasped one end of the pole. He actually made a sword gesture with his left hand and said calmly: "How much better can you be at performing tricks? Just now, Zhang
I let you do this intentionally, so as not to let my colleagues say that I, Zhang, bully a layman. If you can catch the next set of 'Chou Yun Sword Technique', Zhang will be willing to admit defeat!"
As soon as Zhang Taiyou finished speaking, the pole in his hand suddenly disappeared, and only a faint shadow passed by.
The phantom was extremely fast and arrived instantly without disturbing the rain curtain. Wen'ur only had time to block the rope in his hand forward, and his body flew out like a broken paper kite and hit the table two feet away.
Wen'ur was shocked and angry. He stood up like a "carp" and swung the limp rope in his hand again. It hardened into a spear and stabbed Zhang You'er in the throat. He said unforgivingly: "It's up to you."
What's the 'Gloomy Cloud Sword Technique' and the 'Misty Mist Sword Technique', I'm going to make you completely defeated!"
Zhang Zhangyou shook his head, unwilling to talk nonsense with this barbarian from Kang State. The movement of the pole in his hand changed again, and when it collapsed, it seemed like raindrops being disturbed by the wind, which made people unpredictable.
The pole rushed out quickly, first deflecting Wen'ur's rope, and then he turned around and rushed towards Wen'ur's vital points. When he reached the waist and ribs, and tried to take precautions, he was half a minute too late.
I felt a sharp pain under my left ribs, my body had bent like a shrimp, I took a few steps away with my feet, dragging the long rope, and I was filled with only a feeling of rage and suffocation.
Wen Orer wiped the beads on his forehead. He didn't know if it was rain or cold sweat. His eyes were cold and he said, "You, what's the point of your sword technique? How can you take into account both speed and reality?"
Zhang Dayou wanted to take advantage of the situation to pursue him, but when Wen'er asked, he temporarily put away the pole and raised his head and replied: "Zhang's move is called 'Rain Shakes and Wind Chaos', which imitates the erratic movement of wind and rain. Change the original
The condensed and crisp sword moves are mixed with a little more 'uncertainty', making this move impossible to predict and prevent..."
Before Zhang finished his words, he was sneak-attacked by the rope in Wen'ur's hand. The rope was no longer stubborn, like a sneaky little snake, and instantly wrapped around Zhang's neck. Before he could dodge, the rope swung towards Zhang.
With a last tug, he immediately pulled his left leg forward and cut it down. His body became shorter and he sat upright on the table.
Wen'ur succeeded with one move, slightly hooking up the corner of his mouth, and swiped his left palm between Baiji's colorful robes, and immediately several more date-core arrows came out, and they were thrown towards Zhang's head, neck, and body.
Zhang Zhangyou split his left leg forward, unable to dodge, so he had to lift up the pole in his hand, use the "tear-plucking string" move, and hit the jujube core arrow——
"Boom, boom, boom!"
All the date-core arrows hit the pole, making a crisp sound. They were immediately bounced away and disappeared into the rain, never to be seen again.
Xiao Zhan was shocked when he saw this in the audience: "This Brother Zhang! The pole in his hand is actually made of fine iron! Look at the thickness and size, I'm afraid it must weigh dozens of kilograms!"
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Pugu Xingde also echoed: "If it's a stick, it doesn't matter if you are stronger... But look at Zhang Sange's method, he can lift a heavy weight like a light one, use his fingers like an arm, and use the shoulder pole as a long sword!
Pindao is convinced by this physical strength and skill!"
Yang Chaoxi nodded, not hiding his surprise: "I have known Brother Zhang for a short time, and I have only seen him reciting poems and selling oil. I never thought he was also good at swordsmanship! Now this swordsmanship has the intention in front of the form, and the moves are
Even if he is not as agile as General Pei and Li Taibai, he can still be considered a master of swordsmanship!"
Liao Haiqian was about to join in a few words, but was interrupted by Shang Sizuo: "The junior brothers still watch the battle with peace of mind. It is a pity to miss even one move of this rare swordsmanship."
Only then did a few people stop talking and look back to the stage.
Wen'er's eyes opened and shrank, and he half-smiled and said: "Your Excellency, your swordsmanship is so handsome! It's a pity that the pole in your hand has not been sharpened, and it is not even as good as a hatchet. How can you defeat this rope of mine?"
While speaking, Wen'ur had withdrawn the rope and rubbed it back into the coil of rope on the ground. The two rope ends that had been broken before were immediately restored to their original state!
The rope was wet and heavy, coiled on the ground, like a snake and python that chooses people to eat. Wen'ur picked it up with one hand and scooped it out. The whole rope was shaken off halfway and turned into large and small numbers.
Ten rope nooses. The rope nooses were staggered at different heights and different sizes. They were all used as a hood for Zhang.
Zhang wielded his oil pole and chopped hard: the vines were wet with water, the swings were covered with moss, yesterday was fleeting, the willow shadows were entangled, the wine was cold and the quilt was cold... Various sword moves were thrown one after another, although they were urgent and fast, they were not chaotic.
It’s quite pleasing to the eye!
The blunt and rounded edge of the fine iron pole was now as sharp as a sword. The nooses that were hit broke off one after another, scattering the rope ends all over the floor. Only a few nooses were around Zhang's neck and arms.
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Just when Wen'ur was about to pull back, the pole swept past and cut off all the ropes in an instant. Wen'er was shaken back several steps and staggered a few times before he regained his balance.
Zhang Zhangyou then swung the pole and made a few sword flowers, put it back to his side, stared at Wen'ur who retreated to the edge of the stage, and teased: "Who said that the one who has sharpened the sword is a good weapon? That hanging on the camp gate
The 'Rushui Sword' on the sword may not have been sharpened, but it has long been regarded as an omnipotent sword in the world."
"How dare you criticize the divine sword with a piece of mortal iron in your hand? You really don't know how high the sky is!"
Wen'ur sneered when he heard this. He casually tore off a large piece of the colorful robe and fluttered it in the wind. A bamboo ball wrapped with bamboo strips fell out of the robe.
Zhang Zhangyou couldn't see what was going on, but Wen'er kept his hands on the ground. In less than ten breaths, twelve bamboo balls fell out of the cloth and scattered on the ground. They were soaked with rainwater and soon became a little heavier.
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Wen'ur moved one foot and hooked, and a bamboo ball landed on his left hand. Immediately, he hooked again with one foot, and the other bamboo ball landed on his right hand. Then his feet alternated, picking and picking, left and right hooks,
Twelve bamboo balls were thrown into the air by Wen'ur one after another. His hands also turned into several afterimages, and he threw the bamboo balls in the air to form an egg-shaped ring - this is also called "jumping pills".
Most people who practice ancient color magic start from this skill.
Zhang Dayou was even more confused, so he could only hold the pole and watch casually.
The rain is getting brighter and the dawn breeze is getting lighter.
The twelve bamboo balls were thrown faster and faster, and after a few breaths, they seemed to be connected into a string of huge Buddhist beads, swinging unsteadily on the square platform.
Zhang Dayou felt a little impatient and was about to say something to urge him, but he saw the string of bamboo balls suddenly collapsed. One of them was as fast as a civet cat, and it was about to hit him in the forehead with a "bang". Although the force was not great, it was powerful.
There was a faint stinging sensation, followed by an unbearable numbness and itching, and an unspeakable tingling sensation.
Only at this moment did Zhang Tahyou realize that the bamboo ball was weird. When he tried to dodge, he was already too late. Another bamboo ball hit his face and was about to hit his face.
The ball stings, and in addition to itching, there is a burning sensation that wraps around the palm...
Before Zhang Dayou could raise his hand to take a closer look, bamboo balls were thrown at him one after another, hitting his chest, abdomen, arms and other places. Zhang Dayou felt numbness and itching all over his body, and the sting was unbearable, as if countless insects and ants were drilling through his pores.
It entered the skin and kept biting every inch of my nerves. My brain was so agitated that it almost exploded.
Wen'er tossed all the bamboo balls and laughed strangely: "Isn't it easy for you to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger? Is this a jumping pill that I can tolerate? Hehehehe..."
How could Zhang Zhayou care about replying? He had already thrown the pole aside. While scratching randomly, he took the time to pull out a few packets of brown powder from his arms, and wiped it on the itchy area without any explanation. Then, without caring about his dignity, he started to sneeze under the rain.
The people were rolling on the square platform.
Wen'er relied on his tricky methods and no one could solve him, so he was not in a hurry to take action and finally ended up with Zhang Doyou. He let him struggle and roll on the stage, and felt waves of indescribable joy in his heart!
It's just that the brown powder that Zhang oiled on his body rolled between the rain and his robes, and gradually produced piles of tiny foams. They piled on the table, like stagnant waves. And on the skin he had scratched,
The redness and swelling are very obvious, and many tiny velvet thorns fall off, like hairs.
Zhang Zhangyou wiped it casually, looked at it carefully, and finally felt relieved: It turned out that Wen'ur had soaked the thorns of the cactus in venom, smeared it on the bamboo ball, and then used the opportunity of throwing it to drive the thorns into his own skin.
.The venom on the velvet spines reacts with blood, causing it to be extremely painful and itchy!
Zhang Douyou rolled up like a carp, picked up the pole, held it in front of his chest and said, "Your Majesty, it's a good idea! I just want to restrain Mr. Zhang, but I still need some heat!"
Wen'ur was also greatly surprised: "What magic medicine did you use? It can actually remove the venom from the 'Measuring Heaven Ruler' that I took from the Western Regions!"
Zhang Zhang oil scratched his neck again and shook off a cloud of scum: "It's just some powder ground from the bark of honey locust and soapberry. Zhang usually only uses it to wash his hair and bathe, but the detoxification effect is not bad...
…What other tricks does your Majesty have, please come out quickly, otherwise you won’t have a chance!”
"Shameless talk!"
Wen'er's eyes turned cold, and he shook open his colorful robe, and instantly flew up more than a dozen daggers with shining silver light. Then he used his hands and feet together, shooting and kicking, and in less than half a moment, more than a dozen daggers were flying towards Zhang.
Shoot away.
Zhang Dayou was annoyed by his viciousness and ruthlessness, and he would not show any mercy.
The pole instantly swept up a large phantom, and wrapped several daggers in it, making it difficult to get in, but it used the move "Moon Hidden Lantern". Several daggers seemed to have fallen into a basin of sticky paste, losing all their strength and sharpness.
All gone, there is no longer any threat.
Wen'ur refused to give up, raised both sleeves of his robe, and flew out six more sleeve arrows, but they shot at several empty doors of Zhang Dayou. Zhang Dayou had some tricks up his sleeve, and he had already laid down his hidden hand, seeing that the sleeve arrows were bullying him.
Then, the pole suddenly swung!
The daggers that had just been trapped in the shadow suddenly scattered like a flock of birds, and shot back at Wen'ur. Most of them knocked down the sleeve arrows, and most of them hit Wen'ur's head, neck, limbs, and the colorful robe.
superior.
Zhang Dayou felt slightly relieved: There were actually several daggers pierced into his body. Even if the poison was not quenched, it was enough to pierce Wen'ur into a sieve. The throat, heart, lower side of the body, lower abdomen, etc., were stabbed with daggers to the extreme.
Deep, with only a short handle left, every part of it is deadly.
However, what shocked Zhang Zhangyou and the jaws of all the heroes in the audience was that the moment Wen'ur was stabbed by the dagger, he fell to the ground like a pile of mud. It was as if his whole body had lost bones, leaving only a humanoid skin.
The several daggers that were pierced into the body were still embedded in the leather bag, rolled into a ball with the colorful robe...
Zhang Zhangyou was filled with smoke, and he stepped forward. He swung out the pole in his hand, and immediately picked up the colorful robe: a soft rubber mask, with half of the black neck attached, fell to the ground.
On the ground.
Zhang Zhangyou looked over and saw that the rubber mask had fallen into a bamboo and rattan ring, while the ancient opera artist Wen O'er had disappeared.