The Immortal Taoist

"Old things, do you think you are still General Jiang? If you are still repairing, I am naturally not your opponent, but do you still have a knife now? Just because of you now, want to stop me?"

The black-handed killer looked at Jiang Zhong with disdain. As a true man, he naturally did not care about an old man who lost his cultivation. He pulled out his long sword and operated the infuriating body, and he smashed it toward Jiang Zhong’s sword.

"铿"

The power of the black killer sword is obviously much larger than Jiang Zhong. The long sword collided with the big knife, the black killer repeatedly sneered, and Jiang Zhong continued to retreat. It can be seen that Jiang Zhong’s hands are shaking slightly.

In fact, Jiang Zhong not only repaired it as a loss, but also seriously injured, and now it is not an opponent of the black man. The black man naturally sees this as well, and does not even put Jiang Zhong in his eyes.

"His Highness, are you still not going? I know that you are worried about me, but if you don't leave, I can only die in white. Don't you still understand?"

Seeing that Lingdao still stood in the field and did not leave, Jiang Zhong was yelling at Lingdao. As long as Lingdao can be safe, even if he sacrifices himself, it is worth it.

"Go? Where can he go? Old things, I will kill you now!"

The black man snorted and shot more fiercely. The cold sword, the aggressive edge, stabbed Jiang Zhong again and again. The understanding of martial arts, the black killer is not as good as Jiang Zhong, he can rely on absolute power.

The sword kept colliding. Jiang Zhong’s old-fashioned combat experience also blocked the black-handed killer, but he was always at a disadvantage. Especially now, Jiang Zhong is tired and gasping. His knife method is extremely fierce, but unfortunately there is not enough power to play it.

"For the Highness, fight!"

When Jiang Zhong bit his teeth, he ignored his own safety and fought his life with the black killer. Between the shots, Jiang Zhong simply ignored the long sword in the hands of the black man, injured and injured, and even changed his life.

"Oh, mad!"

The black suit killer and fight back, Jiang Zhong wants to fight with him, he naturally does not want. He knew that the longer he dragged, the better for him. Jiang Zhongnian is old and hurts. The longer he fights, the less he can.

"When it was really a tiger, Pingyang was bullied by a dog. I didn't expect the old man to fight for the whole life of the battlefield. Eventually it ended up so badly!"

Jiang Zhong has felt that his physical strength is not good, let alone the knife method, just holding a big knife, it is already very difficult. Recalling that when I followed the Xiaoyao Wang to fight the battlefield, it was called a prestige, and now even a real-powered warrior can't beat it.

"Old things, you don't want to be stunned. Anyway, if you live, you are also guilty. It is better to let me kill you!"

The speed of the black man's sword is also getting faster and faster. It is only the true atmosphere. There is no such thing as a great school. After all, his qualifications are average, and he is not a big disciple. The martial arts that he can learn are also the most basic.

"Tear"

The long sword cut through Jiang Zhong's clothes. If he had to retreat quickly, I am afraid that the entire right shoulder should be cut off. Now only a blood mark appears on the right shoulder. Fortunately, the sword of the black-handed killer is just an iron sword that does not enter the stream.

"His Highness, go!"

In the eyes of Jiang Zhong, there was a hint of killing, and there was a rush of anger. He went to the battlefield and the people who died under him were naturally many. At this time, the suffocating air emitted from him was to make the black-handed killer move, and the movement of the sword was slow.

Jiang Zhong is a general who has been fighting for many years in the battlefield. He has experienced numerous battles, countless. Such a good opportunity, he will naturally not miss it. The big knife that was about to hit the long sword, but it was suddenly turned, swaying the waist of the black man.

With Jiang Zhong's eyesight, it is natural to see the flaws of the black-handed killer. If it attacks other directions, the black-handed killer still has time to resist. Unfortunately, the waist of the black-handed killer, the sword in his hand can't return to block in a short time.

"噗嗤"

At a critical juncture, the black-handed killer bulged his body and slammed it sideways. For a time, Feisha took the stone, the black killer quickly avoided, but unfortunately the waist was still smashed and blood flew.

"It's a pity, I didn't even die!"

This knife is also a lot of energy for Jiang Zhong. He did not kill the black man. Jiang Zhong is also somewhat disappointed. If there is infuriating in his body, the black killer will definitely die. It is a pity that if not, now he is not a black man opponent.

"Well, you are an old thing, dare to hurt me. If you don't kill you today, I will not be a man!"

The black-handed killer sneered, and General Jiang Zhongda knew him naturally, or he would not say so much to Jiang Zhong. The great general who once shocked one side, but now he is going to die in his hands, he naturally has a great sense of accomplishment.

He held up his sword in his hand and slammed down to Jiang Zhongli. He has already seen the weakness of Jiang Zhong, so he played a long-term battle with Jiang Zhong. Until now, Jiang Zhong is almost out of order, and will die under his sword.

"The generals of the Daluo Dynasty, General Jiang Zhongda, died under my sword. I will be able to name one party when I pass it out, hehe..."

By the time of the war, the black man has an absolute chance of winning, and now Jiang Zhong will not be able to stop his sword. On the skill, he is not as good as Jiang Zhong, on combat experience, he is not as good as Jiang Zhong, on the ability to kill, he is even worse than Jiang Zhong. However, Jiang Zhong is not as good as him.

"The true martial art, with my current strength, fighting in front, is not an opponent at all. But he is now deciding with Jiang Grandpa, and can't take care of me. Moreover, I have the happy sword that my father sent me, even if I can't play it out. The full power of Xiaoyao Sword is only the sharpness of the Xiaoyao Sword, which is enough to penetrate the body of this black killer!"

The black-handed killer has to deal with it, but General Jiang Zhongda, naturally can not be distracted, if the two hearts and minds, to Jiang Zhong to seize the opportunity, I am afraid that he is dead. Even if Jiang Zhong is not as good as before, the black-handed killer is not willing to care.

Lingdao took a deep breath and quietly wandered behind the black killer. He was pale and weak, and he did not escape the black-eyed killer's eyes, but the black-handed killer did not care about him.

"So a weak boy, even if it makes you sneak attack, what can you do with me?"

The body of the true martial arts is extremely tyrannical, and there is no military blade in the hands of Lingdao. It is only an empty hand, and it cannot cause any threat to the true martial arts. Even if the black-handed killer stands here to let the Lingdao attack, it does not care at all.

"His Highness, you are going, don't come over!"

Jiang Zhong also noticed the behavior of Ling Dao. Since his family knew his own affairs, Ling Dao was weak from a small body. If he rushed over, the black-handed killer might be able to kill him with a sword!

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