From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 127 Hiding the sun and killing swords at high altitude

Zhang Wuji continued to walk forward, came to a corner, and ran into a big fat man head-on.

This fat man is Mr. Qian's father.

"Yo, isn't this the shopkeeper Qian? What are you doing in such a hurry? Could it be Young Master Qian?" Zhang Wuji joked with a smile.

"It's just that you talk a lot of bullshit, have you met that evil boy, tell me, or I will beat you up...!"

Shopkeeper Qian raised his palm as he was talking, and Zhang Wuji didn't care much at first, and was about to tease the old guy again, when suddenly a strong palpitation came over him.

He hadn't felt this kind of palpitation for many years, but Zhang Wuji's reaction was extremely fast. With a thought, Jianwan, who had been silent for seven years in Niwan Palace, suddenly trembled, and a sword qi pierced straight in front of him with a sneer. money dispensers.

"Pfft!" The shopkeeper Qian was pierced through the chest by his sword, but the strange thing is that not a single drop of blood remained. The sword, a long sword that shone with a blood-red light.

"Dang!" Zhang Wuji raised his black iron sword and blocked the sword with impertinence.

"Help the sun!" Zhang Wuji instantly recognized the origin of the sword.

"Hey...!" The money shopkeeper in front of him still had a expressionless expression, and the bloody monster sword in his hand flickered and stabbed.

"Dang!" Zhang Wuji blocked it again.

"Chi, chi, chi!" The long sword in Zhe Ri's hand suddenly started to speed up, and he swung nearly thirty swords in one second.

Zhang Wuji followed closely behind, with the same thirty strikes per second, each strike was just right to block the opponent's attack.

"You are very strong... I will come again!" A voice rang in Zhang Wuji's ear, at the same time, the Zangri in Qian's hand suddenly rose into the sky with a slight shock, turning into a sword light and disappearing without a trace.

The match between the two this time can be described as an electric spark.

There were people coming and going on the street at the moment, and no one had reacted to the battle between Zhang Wuji and Yan Ri until this time.

"Kill, kill!" Finally, a young man who was very close to Zhang Wuji was the first to react. His face was full of panic, and he wanted to run away.

As a result, he had just taken a step when he suddenly felt that the ground was empty, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

He just looked down, only to find that he was completely broken from the waist down.

"Ah!" He yelled in horror, with countless bewilderments in his eyes, he didn't understand why his two legs were broken, and he didn't notice it at all.

"Puff, puff, puff!" With Zhang Wuji as the center, all the pedestrians within three feet of him had blood protruding from their bodies at this moment.

Some died directly, while others were only seriously injured. At this moment, they finally came to their senses and cried out in pain.

In addition to pedestrians, the houses, stalls, and vehicles around the pond were also affected, and countless collapsed.

"Whoosh!" The fat uncle with a kitchen knife was the first to arrive.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"It's the cover of the sun, he's here to assassinate me!" Zhang Wuji glanced at the wailing crowd all around, and said expressionlessly.

"Are you okay?" Fat Master Uncle asked again.

"I'm fine, it's here...!" Zhang Wuji felt a little uncomfortable.

To tell the truth, these people have all suffered from his indiscriminate disaster.

"It doesn't matter, the Mo family will deal with it later, what about the sun cover?" The kitchen knife in the fat uncle's hand trembled slightly, and he groaned faintly, but he was already extremely angry.

The people in the trap are really outrageous, they openly assassinated his big brother from the outer sect of the Mo family in Mo City, they couldn't bear this tone.

Corresponding retaliation must be made in the follow-up.

"He should have used the method of the Flying Sword of Fate. Only a sword came, but the real body didn't come!"

Zhang Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly said: "Master Uncle, protect me for me, I'll go meet him."

After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

At the same time, the black iron sword in his hand suddenly groaned softly, and turned into a black light soaring into the sky with a whoosh.

"This black iron sword turned out to be my nephew's natal flying sword...!" The fat uncle looked dumbfounded.

"Huh...!" Zheri, who was flying at a high speed in the sky, paused suddenly, because he sensed the lingering sword energy catching up behind him.

The only one who can catch up with his natal flying sword is the same natal flying sword.

"This Zhang San also has a natal flying sword?"

"That's right. According to the information, he is a different type of Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator, a fellow practitioner of the four veins, and it is not surprising that he knows the original flying sword method of the ancient sword cultivator's one vein."

"It's just right, if you dare to chase it out, you will break your natal flying sword." Zhe Ri made up his mind in an instant, and the sword light flashed suddenly, and he galloped towards Zhang Wuji's black iron sword.

"Hmph!" Zhang Wuji's mind was partly in the black iron sword at the moment, and he instantly discovered the other party's intentions.

Without hesitation, the sword energy on the black iron sword suddenly surged to the extreme, and there was a buzzing sound, and the speed also began to increase.

"laugh!"

"Clang!"

The black iron sword and Zheri collided straight, and then crossed each other.

"Come again!" Zhang Wuji controlled the black iron sword with a buzzing sound, and turned back again in a circle.

The Sun-Blanking Sword was not so pleasant, the sword body trembled slightly, and the soul of the Sun-Blanking Sword was even more shocked during the period, trembling non-stop.

"What a tough sword!" Yan Ri couldn't believe it.

His Sunburst is the strongest and strongest sword among the Eight Swords of the King of Yue. He didn't expect that he would fall into a disadvantage in the face-to-face with this dark iron sword, which made him unbelievable.

"I don't believe it!" Zheri roared, and the bloody light on it became more and more strange, and he turned the tip of the sword again and rushed towards the black iron sword.

"Clang, clang...!"

The two flying swords kept chasing high above the sky, and Fei Fei sent out sword energy to attack, but the person who controlled the sword was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Wuji was in Mocheng thousands of miles away, and the master who covered the sun didn't know where he was hiding.

This is the core method of handling swords in the lineage of sword weapons. This flying sword that can take the enemy's head from thousands of miles away is also called the natal flying sword.

Before Zhang Wuji left Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he deliberately learned this method of handling swords, so that when he encountered such a master of swordsmanship, he could fight swords at high altitude with the opponent, instead of being helpless to fight back.

He has known for a long time that all Tianzihao killers in Luowang are masters of swordsmanship like Yanri, and they also have a name that is Gu Jianxiu.

"Hey!" Seeing that the black iron sword repeatedly retreated the cover of the sun, it was a little helpless, and another sword light came galloping from a distance.

This is an ancient white sword, and the sword energy emanating from the sword looks faintly like a white dragon.

"White Dragon, one of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue!" Zhang Wuji shook his black iron sword lightly, turned his head and left.

He still has the confidence to cut off one natal flying sword, but it will be a bit difficult to cut two.

(End of this chapter)