Chapter 350

Facing the green eyes of the two people, sensing the traces of true energy from them, Zhao did not feel nervous or surprised, but showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

So the so-called Thousands of Strange Villas is so strange! Interesting! Very interesting!

"Come on, let's test your skills."

He sneered, pulled out the embroidered spring knife from his waist, leaned sideways, bent his waist and legs, and slowly took a stance. In front of the horizontal knife, wisps of true energy spread out, but in just a few breaths, the majestic true energy was like a flood, rising up.

The two looked at each other, and the wine and meat monk rushed out first, his palms in the shape of claws, and he shouted impatiently: "Amitabha, I will meet you first!"

Zhao took a half step forward and fell with a knife, "Either you wear a cassock or you are a monk, be more professional, at least shave your head!"

The fingers touched the blade, and the two true energy entangled and mixed together. But in an instant, Zhao Jue's true energy rose up and forcibly suppressed the drunken monk.

He only felt a huge force coming from his hands, and he stepped back two steps lightly, barely stabilizing his body.

"Pah", a drop of blood fell on the deck, and then a strand of long hair fell.

The drunken monk's face was full of surprise, and a trace of scarlet flashed on his black hands. Although it was only a trace, it was clear and clear.

"Are you okay, monk?" Shadow Play drew a soft sword from his waist and asked with a sullen face.

"It's okay, not a serious injury." The drunken monk's eyes flashed and said softly.

He didn't expect that the Jinyiwei in front of him was not only highly cultivated, but also had high combat experience and skills. Just now, it seemed like one knife, but in fact there were two knives, one slash and one pick, but the speed was too fast, and the knife trajectory was almost the same, so it looked like only one knife.

After figuring it out, he couldn't help sweating. If he hadn't reacted in time, stepped back quickly, and raised his hand to stop him, it wouldn't be his hair that would have fallen.

Zhao held the knife calmly, looked at him with a smile, and nodded in praise: "I originally thought that you two were the same kind of people as that hermaphrodite, but I didn't expect you to have some real skills."

"Come again!"

Before the voice fell, he tapped his toes and disappeared in an instant. Shadow play suddenly widened his eyes, took a step forward and drew out a bunch of sword flowers, the sword energy flowed, and the white light kept flashing.

"Ding", "Dang", the sound of swords and knives intersecting sounded.

"Pah pah pah"

Shadow play retreated three or four steps in a row, and the monk behind him was quick-witted and immediately pressed his shoulders, and then he stabilized his steps.

Looking back with gratitude, he gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "It hurts, come together! Kill him first and then talk about other things."

"Okay." The monk responded.

The two of them pulled away from each other, and the true energy in their bodies rose rapidly, speeding up to attack from both sides. Zhao Jue couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He was really a badass and playful.

If he had switched places with them, he would have run away long ago! But it was good to be able to move his hands and feet. He hadn't really fought since his injury healed.

He simply stepped lightly and rushed towards the two. He moved his right wrist slightly and slashed with a knife to the left and right. Then he gathered a light green true energy with his left hand, swung the knife to separate the flashing white light, and slapped it hard with a palm.

The two felt a sense of crisis and hurriedly stepped back to avoid the attack. He looked at each other with lingering fear, swallowed his saliva, and focused on Zhao Jue, not daring to move forward easily.

The light green true energy just now seemed familiar to the shadow play, but he couldn't tell it apart for a while.

He had to turn around and remind them: "Monk, be careful with his left hand. It looks a bit wrong. Don't touch it."

"What's wrong?" The wine and meat monk asked curiously.

"Familiar, but I can't tell."

"What the hell!"

Seeing the change in their expressions, Zhao Jue smiled and didn't intend to give them a chance to breathe. He threw out several hidden weapons, tapped his toes lightly and rushed out with a knife, while gathering his true energy in his hands.

Hearing the sound of hidden weapons breaking through the wind, the shadow play hurriedly drew his sword to block. Before he could get back to his original position, the knife light followed him and chopped him down in an instant.

The sword and the knife collided, and he took two steps back. When his heels landed on the ground, he hurriedly raised his eyes and accidentally saw the monk leaning forward and rushing out, and when Zhao Jue turned around, a light green flashed by.

He felt that his soul was surging, and he shouted without waiting to stand firm: "Monk, be careful, hands!"

Because the words were unclear, the monk half understood and thought he was talking about being careful with the knife in his hand. So he hurriedly moved both hands, first blocking and then pushing, separating Zhao Jue's knife, and then stabbing with a claw.

What he didn't expect was that when faced with his stabbing hand, the seriousness on Zhao Jue's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a light smile.

He fell into a trap! This was the only thought of the drunken monk.

He had already made the move, and it would take time to stop. But at such a close distance, Zhao Jue had already prepared, so how could he give him this time?

He turned his left foot slightly, dodged the stabbing finger sideways, and at the same time pushed out a palm, imprinting it on his abdomen, the true energy was frantically agitated, and the light green on his hand was surging, passing through his body.

"Puff"

As the true energy was agitated, the drunken monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards under the force, drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing the change in the situation, the shadow play widened his eyes, and just as he was about to make a move, Zhao Jue's figure had already appeared in front of him.

"What? Don't you think it's a bit late to run now?"

"Huh?"

Without waiting for a reaction, a knife light lit up from top to bottom. He hastily swung his sword to block it, but the situation was urgent and he was not well prepared, so he stumbled back several steps.

Zhao Jue would certainly not let go of the opportunity, and he used his true energy to move forward and swing the knife down, and the true energy in his left hand flashed again.

Here it comes again! Shadow play broke out in a cold sweat, and he jumped up on his toes, narrowly dodging it. But before he could stand firm, the knife followed him like a shadow, and he was swung several times in a row, forcing him to be dwarfed. He was in a dilemma and had to retreat again and again.

Unknowingly, the two had fought from the stern to the bow. After several exchanges, Shadow Play kept retreating. After several knives were swung, he wanted to retreat again, but suddenly his feet were empty and there was no place to bear the force.

Looking back, one foot had already stepped on the air.

He hurriedly stepped forward with his front foot and took a half step forward. But Zhao was waiting for this opportunity. Now that he finally caught it, he would not give him time to react.

The true energy suddenly rose, holding the knife to block the soft sword, and the other hand lightly slapped a palm, hitting him in the chest. The protective true energy was dispersed, and the light green true energy was infused. He pushed forward again and exploded with a bang.

Then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the shadow puppet's entire body bent like a shrimp. It could not last more than three breaths before it flew backwards and fell into the river with a "pop".

Zhao just smiled when he saw this, walked to the half-dead monk with a knife, and stabbed down with the embroidered spring knife. As the tip of the knife sank into the body and blood flowed out, the monk lying on the ground struggled twice and died.

He calmly put away the knife, raised his eyes to look at the river, shook his head, and sighed deeply.

"It's boring, it's really boring, I can't even move my body."

"Really, people are so addicted to it!"

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