Chapter 85: The Dagger Revealed (I)

The Hundred Households.

He Nian asked, "Does Master Zhang like to drink?"

Zhang Yuelu asked back, "Why, is Master He going to invite me to drink?"

"Of course, this jar of thirty-year-old wine in my hand, why don't you ask Master Zhang to taste it first?" He Nian laughed.

"Not good." Zhang Yuelu said, "This is the wine that the Thousand Households want, how can I take away someone's love?"

"It's okay, I'll get another jar for the Thousand Households." He Nian threw the jar of wine in his hand fiercely.

The jar of wine was injected with true energy by He Nian in advance, and it exploded in the air before it landed, and the wine in it fell like rain.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Yuelu used "Nu Xiang Paper" to transform into a paper umbrella to cover his body, and then the paper umbrella spun, and the wine was thrown away by the rotating umbrella surface and scattered.

Some fell on the railings and eaves, or on the ground and walls, and in an instant, small holes were corroded, making a hissing sound.

Looking carefully, this is not old wine at all, but the waste liquid "green vitriol oil" produced by alchemy, and no one knows what poison has been added, which looks very strange. If you get a little bit of it on your body, you will probably rot to the bone.

However, "Wuxiang Paper" is a semi-immortal item, even more than a treasure. Not only was it not damaged, but there was not even a trace left.

He Nian said no more, stretched out his hand and took it, and the sword on his waist flew into his hand.

He Nian held the sword in his right hand and gently wiped the blade with two fingers of his left hand. The blade was immediately covered with a layer of white light, which flowed unsteadily, like ripples on the water, and at the same time there was a faint sound of dragon roars and tiger roars.

Zhang Yuelu instantly felt the chilling meaning and whispered: "Fengze Zhongfu guest follows the host, water and fire complement each other to turn the virtual into the real. It's interesting."

He Nian said calmly: "To deal with Master Zhang, you naturally have to use some of your housekeeping skills."

Zhang Yuelu closed the paper umbrella in his hand, indicating that He Nian could let go.

He Nian was not polite either, and moved forward swiftly, slashing with a knife.

Zhang Yuelu stood still, and just as the blade was about to hit her, Zhang Yuelu's cloak moved without wind, and circles of qi ripples swayed around her. The paper umbrella in her hand was like a sword, and it touched the weak position of the blade. With only a slight sound, He Nian almost lost his grip on the sword in his hand.

At this moment, a heavy snow finally fell.

He Nian's face changed slightly, and another knife rose in the air.

The swaying snow curtain was instantly split in two.

Zhang Yuelu raised the paper umbrella in her hand, using the umbrella as a sword, and held it horizontally in front of her.

The harsh sound of metal and stone colliding sounded.

The two suddenly separated, and the long sword in He Nian's hand trembled slightly, turning all the snowflakes within an inch of the blade into snow grains like salt.

Zhang Yuelu was not covered with a single snowflake, and the falling snowflakes swirled around her, like a ball of light smoke and mist.

The two walked towards each other, not giving way at all.

The paper umbrella and the long sword each drew an arc in the snow curtain, and then suddenly collided.

The violent vibration of the qi directly shattered the snow curtain around both sides into a vast white mist.

The two fought in one place.

He Nian's sword was murderous, fierce and sharp, only attacking but not defending, advancing but not retreating, and dying but not living.

Zhang Yuelu's umbrella was light and agile, ethereal and unpredictable, as if the umbrella was invisible in the snow, but the paper umbrella was visible but not the person.

But Zhang Yuelu's figure was light and agile, coming and going quickly, and his sword moves were mysterious, sometimes real and sometimes virtual, extremely erratic. Although a real person was in front of him, He Nian felt that he was floating and misty.

He Nian could only swing the long sword in his hand tightly, and the sound of whistling through the air almost connected into a line.

Zhang Yuelu still had the energy to speak after the fierce battle: "As expected, you are the man dressed as a police officer! Where are your accomplices?"

He Nian's face suddenly changed: "How do you know?"

Zhang Yuelu did not answer, and casually passed by with an umbrella.

In an instant, the snowflakes in the courtyard shattered and turned into countless powdered snow particles, like mist, covering He Nian.

He Nian suddenly retreated back more than ten feet, and the qi in his body was surging, causing the surrounding snow curtain to sway.

The white mist transformed by the falling snow followed closely.

After He Nian stabilized his body, he circulated the true qi in his body, and there was a rolling knife qi on the long sword in his hand, like riding the wind and breaking the waves, breaking through the white mist that blocked his eyes, and at the same time, he completely shattered the true qi contained in it.

The qi reverberated around, causing the snow mist mixed with abundant qi to fly in the distance between the two people.

The knife energy in He Nian's hand was like the tide of the river during the Dragon Boat Festival, rising again and again. Even in the vast snow and fog, the knife energy was clearly visible, condensed almost to the point of being substantial, as if adding another sharp edge to the blade, and it was heading straight for Zhang Yuelu.

Countless swirling qi was generated around Zhang Yuelu, layer upon layer, and it was endless, making He Nian's knife seem to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move forward or retreat at any cost.

He Nian released his right hand holding the knife without hesitation, and while retreating backward, he pointed a finger at the head of the long knife.

The long knife suddenly made a thunderous sound, the knife energy was restrained, and there was a faint arc flashing. It instantly broke free from the entanglement of the qi and stabbed Zhang Yuelu in the face.

The "Sword Controlling Technique" of the Qi Refiner.

Zhang Yuelu stopped, his feet did not move, and his upper body suddenly leaned back, forming an exaggerated angle that was almost parallel to the ground.

After the long knife passed over Zhang Yuelu, she just straightened up when she saw He Nian holding the sword formula with his right hand and making a pulling and pulling movement. Then, under the pull of the true energy, the long knife actually Then he forcibly turned a round arc behind Zhang Yuelu, like a swallow whirling around a beam, and once again stabbed straight into the woman's back.

Zhang Yuelu turned around suddenly, and opened the paper umbrella in his hand, like a lotus blooming, and like a big shield, blocking the heart-piercing knife from behind.

The long knife stabbed the umbrella surface, making a sharp and harsh sound of metal and stone colliding and rubbing.

He Nian made a gesture of holding the handle of the knife, and the long knife then turned and hovered in front of the owner.

He Nian held the sword again, followed the movement of the sword, and swept towards Zhang Yuelu again, as if he was hearing thunder in a silent place, and it was coming in an instant.

Facing this knife, Zhang Yuelu did not dodge, but turned the paper umbrella in his hand into a white paper spear and stabbed it out.

The tip of the spear touched the blade of the blade. He Nian's figure suddenly shook, and a flush of color appeared on his face.

Zhang Yuelu swayed backwards and fell. After his feet touched the ground, violent energy exploded directly under his feet and spread to the surroundings, like a white lotus that was slowly blooming.

When Zhang Yuelu stood still, He Nian also charged forward again. The sword energy surged, causing the blade that was originally only three feet to lengthen by another half a foot.

Zhang Yuelu held the spear in both hands and fired it out with such force that it gave people the illusion that the spear was bent into an arc. He Nian blocked it with a backhand knife, and the two collided. There was a sudden explosion of thunder, and countless chaotic energy machines were scattered in all directions.

Zhang Yue's deer body moves with the spear in his hand, sweeping one arc, three arcs are like a half moon, and nine arcs become a full moon.

This set of marksmanship came from the hands of Qi Ying, the former governor of central Qin Dynasty. His marksmanship is recognized as unparalleled in the world. This man once led an army to fight against the Golden Horde, and it was only on the battlefield that he could hone his marksmanship to the extreme.

Qi Ying used his gun to sweep again and again but not to stab again. He once blocked the pouring of the Luoshui river with eighty-one consecutive sweeps.

I saw Zhang Yuelu's nine sweeps into a full moon. The move had not aged, but it was already spinning around. Then there was a big full moon within a small full moon, and a half moon with a quarter moon. More and more full moons were imagined by the spear. After a while, Zhang Yuelu's The whole body is hidden in countless full moons. One of the full moons has not disappeared, and the other one has regenerated. Although the spear is moving extremely fast, there is no sound of strong wind whistling, which shows that it is not blindly strong, but has softness under the strength. Resilience has reached the realm of transformation.

At this time, He Nian could no longer find any gaps in Zhang Yuelu's marksmanship. The arcs were like a moon, layered on top of each other, like a well-organized military formation, capable of defending when retreating and attacking when advancing, like a wave of shield walls, slowly coming in. , not attacking each other one by one, but a defensive mix of dozens of marksmanships, which turned into an offensive at the same time, as if a large shield was pressed down directly.

If He Nian couldn't resist, he would have to retreat and avoid it. As long as he takes a step back, Zhang Yuelu will press forward. If he presses harder step by step, he will lose if he stays for a long time, and he will be defeated.

Why not retreat? Instead of attacking, you won't have the slightest upper hand.

Since ancient times, when comparing weapons with each other, one inch is shorter and the other is more dangerous, and every inch is longer and the other is stronger.

Previously, He Nian and Zhang Yuelu had a close fight because of the word "danger". If they were not careful, blood might be spilled within five steps. But at this time, Zhang Yuelu used his spear and used the advantage of the length of the weapon to suppress He Nian so that he could not get close. He then occupied the word "strong", and the situation of strength and weakness changed instantly.

Zhang Yuelu's spear suddenly slowed down, and then he changed his move and drew a long arc that was three feet long, approaching He Nian's face.

He Nian only felt a bit of cold air coming towards his face. He couldn't avoid it and could only passively use his sword to resist. However, this sweep was actually a false move. Suddenly, Zhang Yuelu switched his left and right hands back and forth, and with a flash of the spear in his hand, he aimed at He Nian's neck. Strike out.

This move was so fast that it was too late for He Nian to put away the knife and defend. He had to move forward to close the gap in the length of their weapons, and pointed the long knife in his hand at her side, intending to attack the enemy and save her. .

Zhang Yuelu had already expected it, and when the two of them were close, he held the middle part of the spear and swiped the tail of the spear, knocking the weapon away from He Nian's hand. Then he swung the gun head and hit He Nian's neck hard, causing it to fly sideways, breaking a corridor pillar in the middle, causing a section of the corridor to collapse, and burying it under the ruins.

At this moment, someone shouted: "Stop!"

Zhang Yuelu turned around and looked around, only to see a group of Qingluan guards pouring into the place, surrounding her, and then parting ways, two men walked slowly towards her.

One of them is Luo Xiao from the local Baihu Station, while the other one is a stranger, probably not too old, with a short beard. Judging from the clothes on his body, he is from Qianhu of Qingluan Guard.

Luo Xiao looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhang, I hope you can give an explanation."

Zhang Yuelu put away the spear in his hand, indicating that he was not hostile, and then said: "This person is a believer of the ancient immortal. He used 'green vitriol oil' to sneak attack me in front, and I fought back. If you two don't believe it, you can search his body now." , there should be something related to the ancient immortal."

Luo Xiao's expression changed slightly and he looked at Master Qianhu beside him.

This Qianhu's face was as dark as water.