Master of Fist

This sword Liu Shizong didn't hold back at all, and the blade he was holding from the secret room of Yu's family was sharper and more able to withstand the rotation of the stellar air, and its power was 20% higher than before!

In addition, from Cangzhou to the present, Jiang Heng's energy instilled from time to time, his level of stellar energy is already comparable to that of ordinary masters who have stepped into the realm of masters for three or four years. Compared with the original battle of the Black Tiger Hall, the strength has improved by nearly 30%!

"cut!"

The black-armored sergeant paused with a sword, and a thin line broke straight from his left shoulder, and blood gushed out from the gap in the cut armor like a fountain. At the same time, a neat incision was slowly opened from the left shoulder to the abdomen.

But the black-armored sergeant didn't say a word or shout when he was fatally injured. He just kept silent and slashed straight, with a strong wind that seemed to cut the air.

"how is this possible?!"

At this moment, Liu Shizong rolled sideways on the ground regardless of his image, and narrowly avoided the slash, but he was still hit by the gravel splashed by the opponent's slash to the floor.

Good thing it's just a little scratch, but what the hell is going on here?

When Liu Shizong turned his head, he was once again horrified. However, the cut and slightly separated wound was slowly bonding together, and seemed to have a tendency to heal.

There was no time to think about it, because another black armor soldier rushed over from the side, it was still a straight knife, there was nothing fancy, some were just practical and ruthless straight slashes.

Clang!

There was no time to dodge, so he could only forcefully block the blow with his horizontal sword.

puff! A mouthful of blood spewed out directly, and Liu Shizong felt a terrible force pouring in, along the hilt of the sword, pouring into the arms and into the limbs and bones.

So much strength!

At this time, Liu Shizong knew no matter what, there was something wrong with the soldiers in black armor in front of him.

Just now, he had chopped off more than half of his body with a single sword, and he was still able to move freely. This is obviously not an ordinary person, and everyone can say whether he is right.

After receiving this blow, Liu Shizong no longer dared to take the attacks of these armored soldiers head-on. Fortunately, sword practitioners pay special attention to the ability of walking and fighting when they are only in the third rank or even in the third rank. Even the instinctive memory of stepping into the Grandmaster Realm has never been forgotten.

Liu Shizong simply fought with these armored soldiers, retreating while fighting, and often did not confront the opponent head-on. If there is a soldier pressing tightly, he will directly sweep the sword and slash away. Although it will not kill the opponent, it can also make the opponent's body stiff for a moment.

In this way, Liu Shizong, who gradually regained his sense of touch in the past, became more and more smooth in his fights. He often returned a blow or two with his sword after dodging several sweeps.

"The Black Armored Army don't play anymore, take him down quickly!"

Seeing this scene, the feminine man was a little annoyed, he had never seen such a rascal human master.

Hearing the voice of the feminine man, the soldiers seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and began to sweep forward in groups of three from three different angles. When this side was cut, another group connected again, and gradually began to compress Liu Shizong's activity space.

This scene caused Liu Shizong to become embarrassed, and his body was frequently injured.

Roaming martial arts is often the fighting skill used by rangers, but the emphasis is on the principle of being flexible and changeable and retreating with one strike.

But once faced with a systematic military formation, even a small military formation, it will soon fall into a disadvantage.

"These guys look stupid, do they still understand this?"

Liu Shizong's physical strength began to run low, and it would be a great exhaustion for one person to face twenty people and move his sword body at such a high frequency.

I couldn't help crying and laughing in my heart.

"I think I, Liu Shizong, have stepped into the realm of a master, but I am forced like a knight-errant."

But even so, Liu Shizong was extremely depressed when he was beaten and ran away.

Pooh!

A long knife pierced Liu Shizong's shoulder straight to the back. The high-frequency combat forced Liu Shizong to directly abandon the operation of the body-protecting qi.

But Liu Shizong reckoned that with the strength of this knife, even with the buffer of body protection, it could not change this knife.

hiss!

Enduring the severe pain, Liu Shizong stepped back suddenly, and pulled out the blade himself.

However, his agility is not his strong point at all, not to mention that he is exhausted now, and he is in a desperate situation.

Tear!

Fortunately, Liu Shizong twisted his body dangerously, but the blade still tore through his clothes and cut a bloody wound on his abdomen.

Before he could catch his breath, he felt a gust of wind blowing over his head, and he had to forcibly raise the blade of the sword to block his head while being terrified.

Boom! Liu Shizong couldn't bear it any longer, and his figure was directly crushed to the ground, puff! The internal organs were damaged, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Being able to persist for so long is already the ultimate!

These soldiers in black armor in front of them all have the movement skills of a master. Although they don't have the power of a master, they have terrifying brute force. This kind of power Liu Shizong has seen in Jiang Heng in the monster.

Maybe these soldiers in front of him are not as good as they are, but with his body, it is very difficult to force a knife.

"Take him!" The feminine man ordered, and the soldiers approached one after another.

"Haha! Haha! It's done! It's done! Your sword..."

At this moment, a middle-aged strong man with his upper body bare and grinning from ear to ear ran out of a courtyard not far away. His tendons were still sweaty and his veins were protruding.

It's just that the handsome middle-aged man's smile gradually froze when he saw the scene in front of him.

The feminine man frowned and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and then looked at Yu Shouren who was lying on the ground next to him, whimpering. He vaguely felt that the person who suddenly appeared was somewhat similar to Yu Shouren.

He took out a rolled up paper from his sleeve, pulled it away, looked at the person in the distance and then at the portrait on the drawing paper, frowning more and more.

This time, Master Huang received an order to apprehend Yu Youdao at Juxian Villa, because he had never seen Yu Youdao before, so Master Huang specially asked someone to draw a picture for him.

However, considering that the appearance of this painting will change a lot due to being marked by the prince in a short period of time, Huang Jia Huang Qi drew it according to the last time he saw Yu Youdao in his memory.

At that time, although Yu Youdao didn't look old, but his skin and condition were already approaching middle age.

The person in front of him looks somewhat similar. It's just that her hair has grown a lot, and there are not many creases on this face, which looks not much bigger than this Yu Shouren.

Even before that, Huang Qi deliberately explained that Yu Youdao might look older than the portrait, so don't let him go.

"This......"

The femininity man frowned endlessly, this is more than old-fashioned, it is simply reverse growth.

Yu Youdao didn't make a sound at this time, his brain was thinking quickly about countermeasures.

He looked at the strange feminine man in the distance, he had never seen this man before. But not far from these black armor...