Chapter 99: accident

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Song Jiao frowned slightly. As a colleague of Zeng Jin, of course, she had seen Liu Dazheng's shot and Liu Dazheng's knife. The other party, as the most outstanding disciple of Zhongnanshan's previous generation, had the reputation of the first sword in the Central Plains. Of course not a kitchen knife.
And in Song Jiao's eyes, the kitchen knife in Liu Dazheng's hand was too ugly to look at. The blade is not small and small, black and opaque, and there are two pieces of wood on both sides of the handle, which are wrapped with gray cloth strips. Whatever it looks like, it is just an ordinary kitchen knife, and it is not completely attached to the magic weapon.
With this kind of weapon-let's call it a weapon, to play against a monk who can use the technique of flower and leaf enchantment, isn't it kidding.
Song Jiao's eyes were not good, but she didn't say much. In front of this dark-skinned, muscular, rough-faced man with a disrespectful temperament, she had never looked at it pleasingly. But she knew that Liu Dazheng would not be kidding, let alone joking at such times.
When Liu Dazheng stepped out of the hospital, four people appeared on the roof of the opposite house.
Headed by Li Ke, he stood with his hands on his back and looked sloppy. Anyone who sees him will feel that this is not an ordinary person. He has a temperament of kings overlooking the world, sharp and unmatched. This temperament is not innocent, it requires a lot of extraordinary experience.
The monk Huiming stood next to Li Keyi, holding a magic wand, with a calm eyebrow and a bright look, like a holy white lotus with the power to purify the heart.
The other two people, an old man and a middle-aged man, stood on the outside of both sides. Although there was no speech, the breath was long and steady, and they had a master's style, which is undoubtedly a high monk practicing qi.
Such four people, as long as they do not break into the palace and heavy military planes, are afraid that the world is large, and there are few places that they cannot go, even Chang'an City can come and go as long as it does not cause a mess.
When Li Ke used to see Li Yan, a look of anger appeared on his face, but this anger was soon replaced by the soon-to-be vengeance. He looked at Li Hua with a joke, with a smile on his face holding Zhizhu "Why doesn't His Royal Highness An run?"
Li Yan, standing in the hospital, chuckled and said, "I'm also very surprised, why do you see me don't run. It is a good thing that scars forget the pain, is it a common problem for some people?"
"You're too arrogant!" Li Ke snorted coldly. "You were lucky enough to beat me in Lumafu. Do you really think that you are better than me? If so, you are too naive!"
Li Jun laughed: "I think you probably want to say that you did not use your full strength in Luomafu. As a person accustomed to battle in the battlefield, life and death fight is your masterpiece, not a hiccup. It is the most outstanding as Zhenwu Genius, you still have a lot of magical instruments and secrets, which are not suitable to be taken out in front of people, so I can beat you that day, it is a fluke. "
Li Ke raised a brow and said, "An Wang has self-knowledge. However, it is too late for you to realize this now, because even if you ask for forgiveness now, I don't intend to let you go!"
Li Yan pouted his lips: "So much to say, in fact, I want to tell you, if you want to die, then hurry up, I'll hurry."
"Li Yan! Let's go crazy!" Li Ke lowered his face. "Today, you're dead!"
In other words, a jersey: "Come on!"
The middle-aged man behind him heard a flick of his wrist, took out a huge chop-sword, jumped from the roof, and slashed into the courtyard with a knife.
Slashing-The sword is full of glory, and the sword's energy spreads five feet, as if even the mountains can be split. His sword is simple and unsophisticated, but the force of the sword sinks, and as soon as the sword's gas appears, a cold murderous spirit comes forward, as if This slash-sword, who has killed countless people today, has formed countless injustices on the sword.
This middle-aged man, who was a general of Zhenwu Army, shot naturally and was unmatched. He cut it off with a spirit of indomitable, dead and alive, and everyone felt a great deal of pressure, as if he saw thousands of troops and horses. , Roared to himself and killed.
"Breaking the battle!" The middle-aged man yelled, and with his voice, he climbed a step again with his momentum, "Let's die!"
Shangguan Qingcheng, who was standing next to Li Yan, had a look of awe, but also practiced martial arts on the battlefield. She knew the power contained in the sword, which was the realm she was struggling to pursue.
"If there are no battle formations and blessings of three hundred people, this sword can be defeated in one go!" Shangguan said in a deep voice, and the three hundred soldiers with armour on the battlefield were already an extraordinary force. Apart from that, the gangs on Weishui, who have three hundred soldiers in command and control, can crush them all the way.
Wang Li's face was jealous: "Sandfield generals have the heaviest killing spirit. Compared with monks and priests, they have a lot of bravery and hard work. They are the most capable of training and killing. ! "
Li Ye didn't say anything. When he saw Song Jiao always looking dull, he didn't seem to think that Liu Dazheng would be defeated, so he felt relieved.
The burly man holding a kitchen knife in front of the courtyard, facing the majestic knife of the other side, an unexplainable emotion appeared on his face. Perhaps, seeing this knife, the leader of Li Xian's soldiers thought of it again. In the past, the scenes of fighting on the battlefield in the past, or maybe he saw the scenes that he had used this trick countless times.
In any case, Liu Dazheng stepped on the ground with his hind foot and stood up.
Where he stepped on, he left a large pit three feet in diameter and several inches deep.
Facing the sword that can really break the battle, Liu Dazheng raised the ugly and inconspicuous black kitchen knife in his hand and cut it empty.
With a buzz, the kitchen knife trembled violently, causing everyone's eardrums to be sore, and a blue horse flying out like a river.
When the two swords met, Wuzhang Qi was blocked and cut off. When the air shattered, the blue pinglian was only a little weaker, and the cast was undiminished.
The middle-aged man who was falling from the roof suddenly changed his face, and his eyes were beyond doubt. Before he could miss it, he felt a crisis that he had never experienced in his life, just like Taishan.
He quickly slashed the sword-sword, and then let out a knife, blocking the green lingering in front of him.
At this time, Liu Dazheng had already rushed to him, expressionless, and the kitchen knife slashed at his head.
The middle-aged man's facial features shuddered, and he quickly raised his knife to meet.
"Let you see how to use it." Liu Dazheng's voice had no emotion.
The knife fell.
Wind blows.
The cyan horse practises the mid-range chop-sword, which makes the middle-aged man's stunned face clearly reflected.
Boom.
The middle-aged man spurted a blood spit, flew out of his body, crashed into the house courtyard, smashed into the house, and a ping-pong sounded. He stopped at the back of the house until he ran through the other wall. He knelt down on one knee, holding the ground with one hand and vomiting blood. He had no strength to stand up.
Liu Dazheng, who had fallen to the ground, had no contempt in his eyes. The kitchen knife rolled around in his hands, earning a scabbard at the back of his waist, and chic and freehand. He himself did not look at the middle-aged man, turned around and walked back to the gate of the hospital.
Song Jiao, who was framed by the door, glanced at the knife in his waist, and his eyes were not as bad as before: "The knife is good."
Liu Dazheng didn't squint, his voice was flat: "I know."
Song Jiao glared at him silently.
On the roof opposite, Li Ke glanced back at the tragic situation of the middle-aged man. When he looked at Li Ye again, his face was not as calm as before. The old man next to him already had a jealous look in his eyes and couldn't help saying: "This guy Why did you defeat General Zhao in two ways? What is the magic weapon he used, and how did he look so much like a kitchen knife? "
Of the three, only the monk did not turn back, his voice could not hear sadness and joy: "That is a kitchen knife."
Li Ke used a dark hate: "It was defeated by a kitchen knife, and it was a shame to go home! Mo Lao, what is the state of that person?"
The old man Shen said: "Cultivation should be in the eighth layer of qi training, not higher. But this person's understanding of the way of killing is afraid that few people in the world can compare."
Li Ke's face was calm: "Where did such a master come from?" Didn't he say that since Li Xian's death, he has betrayed his relatives?
The old man said: "I'm afraid things have changed."
Seeing that Li Keyong didn't immediately ask someone to take another shot, Li Yi smiled and said, "Why, General Li, after losing the lead, he won't budge? Is he going to retreat to the city, stick to it, and choose another day? Fight? "
Li Ke was ridiculed for what he was best at at the battlefield. Li Ke grew angry with anger, but he didn't panic and glanced at the monk beside him. Seeing that the monk always looked as usual, he was also relieved. The monk was His biggest reliance is that as long as the monk does not show up, he can be sure.
Different from some worlds, because the Taoist faculty showed great prosperity, the Central Plains were all Daomen. Although the Shimen forces have entered since the Eastern Han Dynasty and have been favored by the imperial court, they have never been true in the Central Plains because of the secret suppression of Daomen. Develop and grow.
But Shimon teachings have great appeal to the people, so relying on the advantages of teachings, they have established a firm foothold in the Quartet. After thousands of years of accumulation, Shili cannot be underestimated.
As far as Datang is concerned, the north is the most magnificent area of ​​Shimen forces, especially the territory controlled by Zhenwu Army.
In fact, the reason why Zhenwu Army is powerful and monks are prosperous is because of the power of Shimen. The combination of Shimen and Zhenwu Army is also the greatest confidence that Li Guochang dared to be taunted, infringed the interests of Linzhen, and violated the imperial court.
Li Ke glanced at the courtyard. The situation between the enemy and us was obvious. He quickly made a decision: "General Zhao was seriously injured. The guy with a kitchen knife, can Mo Lao be sure to overcome?"
Mo Lao smiled, "You can teach him one or two."
Li Ke nodded: "Since the girl at the gate dared to stand there, it means that the guards introduced by Li Wei are presumably good, Master Huiming?"
The monk has always looked as usual, and has not changed in the slightest. It can be said that there are a few solemn charms in the treasure. "The rest of the monks and the poor monks can also look after them."
He said this lightly, but his domineering was revealed.
"Okay! In this way, I can concentrate on Li Yan's nagging!" Li Ke took out the magic weapon, but it was a spear-laden spear. He pointed the spear at Li Yan and yelled, That bird cricket, dare to fight me ?! "
Li Min reached out and hooked his fingers at Li Ke: "If you have a seed, come down."