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"Good knife!"

Looking at the Xiu Chun Dao, which still had a cold glow and no damage at all, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

The reason why he chose to break into this attic was not only because he was unhappy with the fat man who was planning to smelt copper, but also because he found an acquaintance in the next room.

It is none other than Shen Lian, the protagonist of the "Xiu Chun Dao" series of movies.

Looking at Shen Lian who was holding a long sword in front of him and waiting in full formation, Lin Zhongtian smiled. Shi Shiran stood up, put his right hand lightly on the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the long sword on the desk.

"Zheng——"

The sound of friction between the sword edge and the scabbard slowly sounded.

Lin Zhongtian looked at himself on the edge of the sword and said slowly: "Master Shen, why are you so anxious? Don't you want to know how I learned your name?"

"Hmph, how else can we know it? I just overheard it in the Jiaofang Department!"

"Then Master Shen, you think highly of yourself!" Lin Zhongtian couldn't help laughing and shook his head, and said calmly, "I'm not boasting, but a mere bannerman of the Imperial Guard is not worthy of my attention."

Faced with such contemptuous words, Shen Lian didn't care at all.

His face was still as calm as water, and there was no sign of any mood swings.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to answer, Lin Zhongtian smiled and continued: "Master Shen, I have a friend who is an old acquaintance of yours. He often boasts to me about your martial arts, saying that your martial arts are amazing and not inferior to him. Stay here. Being the chief flag officer in the Jin Yiwei is really a bit humiliating..."

"Oh? Why doesn't Shen remember this old acquaintance?"

"Haha, Mr. Shen is busy with everything, so it's normal for him not to remember my friend."

"Your Excellency, you are joking. Shen is only the general banner of a district. In this huge capital city, he is just a——"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Before he finished speaking, a vague voice suddenly came from the corner.

It turned out to be the fat official who was tied up. Seeing that the savior he thought was actually talking to the murderer, he couldn't help but become a little anxious and quickly made some noise to remind Shen Lian.

Shen Lian glanced at him and immediately changed the subject and stopped talking to Lin Zhongtian.

"Sir, don't panic, Shen Lian will rescue you right now."

Shen Lian said in a deep voice, while holding the embroidered spring knife and stepping forward slowly.

"Woo!"

The bound official nodded quickly, with a look of hope on his face.

Lin Zhongtian smiled and subconsciously glanced at the official in the corner.

It's now!

A cold light flashed in Shen Lian's eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when Lin Zhongtian's attention was distracted, he quickened his pace and swung his sword forward.

The sharp sword light cut through the air, carrying the roaring wind and slashing towards him.

Lin Zhongtian came back to his senses in an instant, raised the long sword in his hand, and hit the sharp Xiuchun Dao directly.

"Tsk-"

The blade and the edge of the sword collided with each other, and a series of sparks burst out.

After missing a hit, Shen Lian quickly drew the sword, and with the force of the rebound, he raised the Xiuchun sword in his palm high. At the same time, he lowered his waist and straddled the horse. With a loud shout, he slashed at Lin Zhongtian's head with the force of splitting the Huashan Mountain.

In the "Xiu Chun Dao" series of movies, although the protagonist Shen Lian is not the strongest in martial arts, he is the most adaptable to changes.

This is due to his many years of battlefield career and the accumulation of a lot of combat experience, which has made his perception of danger and sense of combat situations extremely keen.

At this point, no other character in "Xiuchundao" can match him.

Even Ding Xiu's combat power ceiling is slightly inferior.

Therefore, when he swung this sword with a fierce light, shocking power, and no retreat, he had naturally calculated Lin Zhongtian's possible response methods.

At this time, in front of Lin Zhongtian was a desk with a guqin on it, and behind him was the wall. There was a brass lamp on each side. There was no room to move, so he could only resist.

And when the single-edged Xiuchun Dao collides with the double-edged long sword, the latter usually suffers.

Not to mention that Shen Lian used his strength to chop down Huashan, but Lin Zhongtian could only resist with force.

The combination of various circumstances gave Shen Lian the advantage with this sword.

It's a pity that Shen Lian had calculated the right time and location, but he never expected that the other party would actually have a personal relationship with him.

Lin Zhongtian really had no intention of dodge. He just sneered and raised the long sword in his hand from bottom to top, colliding hard with the Xiuchun Dao that was struck down with all his strength in an extremely awkward posture.

"Qiang——"

There was a heartbreaking sound of metal collision, and terrifying power instantly erupted from the sword's edge.

Shen Lian couldn't resist, the embroidered spring knife in his hand bounced high, and he kept walking backwards.

But after just taking a few steps back, Shen Lian pushed up his right foot and stabilized his body.

Then, Shen Lian looked down and couldn't help but feel horrified.

He saw a crescent-shaped gap suddenly appeared on the Xiuchun sword that had been with him for many years. The right hand holding the handle of the sword also trembled due to the terrifying power, and it was almost impossible to hold the sword.

"Pity."

Lin Zhongtian's slightly regretful voice came from the front.

Shen Lian immediately raised his head and found that the condition of the long sword in the opponent's hand was even more serious.

Not only was a piece missing from the sword's edge, but there were also several clear cracks on the sword's body.

Seeing this scene, Shen Lian couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms, and tied the handle of the knife and his trembling right hand tightly with his left hand.

Lin Zhongtian curled his lips, sheathed the long sword, then put his left hand behind his back, and only stretched out his right hand, which was as white as bone.

"Come on!" Lin Zhongtian said with a chuckle.

Shen Lian did not dare to be careless and gritted his teeth. Just when he was about to continue fighting, he suddenly stopped and froze in place with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Lin Zhongtian also raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the door.

Suddenly, there were rushing footsteps outside the door, and there were at least dozens of people.

Immediately afterwards, the doors of the rooms on the same floor were kicked open one by one, and women's screams and men's shouts and curses came from the corridor. It seemed that someone was searching each room for something.

Soon, the same sound came from the next room.

Shen Lian's expression changed and he couldn't help but look up at Lin Zhongtian.

Lin Zhongtian knew what he was worried about, smiled, raised his hand and said: "Please help yourself, sir."

Shen Lian no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth, turned around and quickly left the room.

But before he could walk out of the room, Shen Lian stopped at the door, holding a long knife and retreating slowly step by step.

After he retreated into the room, a middle-aged man with black hair and gray temples slowly appeared at the door, holding a knife in his hand. He glanced at him indifferently, then looked past Shen Lian and into the room.

Looking at the familiar face in the room that made him think about it day and night, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile.

"Finally I caught you!"

"Do you know how long I have been looking for you, Fu Qingyun?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's expression changed, he waved his right hand and shouted: "Get it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of officers and soldiers instantly emerged from behind the middle-aged man.

Half of the officers and soldiers poured into the room with swords in hand, and the rest, holding crossbows, spread out in the corridor outside the door, aiming their crossbows at Lin Zhongtian in the room through the thin wooden wall.