Chapter 113 Three Parties without Help

The fluctuations of the three-way confrontation made Zhao Jue on the tree stunned. Did they fight so quickly?

Although the fluctuations of the true qi were huge, Zhao Jue did not intend to go to support. After all, the number of people was equal. If they could not beat this, then there was no point in supporting. Besides, Zhao Jue was dragging one himself.

After standing and confronting the ninja behind the opposite tree for a while, he felt that standing was a bit uncomfortable. He simply found a thicker branch, rubbed his legs and sat down against the trunk. Anyway, if he could keep an eye on the ninja on the opposite side, everything would be fine. It didn't matter whether he stood or sat. He could watch it anyway. He could pick the one he liked.

Feeling that sitting was not enough, Zhao Jue took out a small pot of wine from his arms and drank it, looking like he didn't take the other side seriously.

"Shua"

After smacking for a while, the ninja finally couldn't stand it anymore and attacked with a flying knife. Zhao was waiting for this moment. The Qi sensing just now failed to determine the exact location at the first time, and he couldn't find anyone even if he wanted to fight.

Although only a trace of Qi was released when the dart was thrown, it was enough for Zhao to sense the opponent's position. The wine pot in his hand fell, and the star-chasing and moon-chasing technique was running. In an instant, there were many figures in the original place, and the flying snow made it difficult to see where the people were.

The ninja who was clinging to the tree not far away was startled and shouted that he had been tricked, but he couldn't catch Zhao's figure. He had no choice but to release Qi and be alert.

"I found you!" An excited voice sounded beside the ninja. He was about to react, but more than a dozen flying knives blocked his way. He had no choice but to draw out the samurai sword at his waist and sweep out a knife aura with the power of drawing the sword.

Zhao had expected it long ago. Why did this man carry a knife if he couldn't use it? He tapped the snow lightly, stuck to his skin to avoid the knife aura, and threw flying knives with both hands continuously, forcing the ninja to keep swinging the knife to defend.

Seeing the flustered ninja, Zhao Jue was not in a hurry. He circled around the ninja. Once the opponent was idle, a few flying knives would arrive as promised, making him busy for a moment.

The life-and-death fight between the same level is different from the high-level killing the low-level, and you must be cautious. The dying counterattack of the low-level can be resisted with absolute strength, but it is difficult between the same level. Zhao Jue kept probing the periphery for this reason. There is only one life!

After seven or eight rounds of flying knives, there was still no good opportunity. Fortunately, Zhao Jue had enough patience and hesitated to test without taking action. The ninja had to swing the knife from time to time to block the flying knife. Zhao Jue was slow to show up again, and he felt a little impatient in his heart.

"Opportunity!"

The ninja who had been repeating for a long time slowed down the swing of the knife, and the speed of returning the knife was a little slow. Zhao Jue certainly would not let go of this small flaw. A light green mist appeared on his hand, and he lightly tapped the ground with his feet to run the star-chasing and moon-chasing skill, and rushed straight to the back of the black-clothed ninja.

Of course the ninja could sense the person coming from behind, but the star-chasing moon was too fast, and before he could react, Zhao was already in front of him.

"Erosion of bones and soul!" Before Zhao pushed out his palm, the light green true energy began to overflow, and it actually made a sizzling sound when it collided with the true energy released by the ninja.

His palm was quickly pushed out and imprinted on the ninja's back, but it was different from the feeling imagined. The contact point of the palm was stiff and rough, not like a human back.

A "bang" sounded, and a burst of white smoke suddenly appeared in the original place. Where is the ninja? There was only a piece of wood on the ground.

"Fuck, there really is a ninjutsu, damn!" Although he was surprised, he did not hesitate at all. After throwing dozens of flying knives in all directions, he quickly performed Qinggong and left, landing lightly behind a tree. The Breath-Retaining Technique was running, and soon there was no true energy fluctuation behind the tree, as if Zhao had never appeared.

The situation returned to the starting point. Zhao and the ninja knew that the other party had not left, but they could not feel the other's position. The two could only silently restrain their breath, so as not to expose themselves while staring at each other.

Zhao Ju, the three Buddhists and the three Taoists were all deadlocked in place for a while, while Chen Ying and Yelu Qingquan were still confronting each other.

Neither of them could eat the other. Chen Ying was concerned about the iron arrows in the distance, while Yelu Qingquan was afraid that he would be passive again if he made a mistake. If Chen Ying was prepared, it would not be easy to get rid of the iron arrows again.

The archer on the tree in the distance saw that the two were hesitant to take action, and he was very anxious. You know, the Buddhist side was two people blocking three people. It would be fine if they blocked for a while, but if they blocked for a long time, there would definitely be accidents. Thinking of this, the archer no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand and pulled out an iron arrow from the quiver beside him, and the true energy condensed in his hands. The bow was like a full moon, holding his breath and aiming at Chen Ying who was standing with a sword.

"Li", the iron arrow came straight to Chen Ying with the sound of wind. The archer chose a very good angle, just between the two eyes, so that no matter Chen Ying blocked it with his sword or dodged it sideways, he would reveal a flaw.

Seeing the iron arrow coming at a strange angle, Chen Ying understood the archer's purpose without thinking. However, the iron arrow was so close that he could not think much. Chen Ying turned sideways and swung his sword to block the iron arrow.

Yelu Qingquan on the opposite side would never miss such an opportunity. He thrust out with his long spear with true energy. Although Chen Ying's reaction was not slow, he was constrained by the iron arrow. He could only turn the sword and cut the tip of the spear to change the trajectory of the iron spear and avoid being shot to death.

Although the trajectory of the iron spear changed, the momentum did not decrease. It still injured Chen Ying's left shoulder, and there was a touch of blood red in the snow. Yelu Qingquan took advantage of the situation and forced Chen Ying to distance himself. Then the spear momentum continued, not intending to give Chen Ying a chance to recover.

Chen Ying was already behind and injured, and he had to guard against the archer in the distance at all times. For a while, he could only shrink the sword momentum and respond in a panic.

The two exchanged dozens of moves. Yelu Qingquan's attack was like a tide, and his true energy became stronger and stronger, forcing Chen Ying to retreat again and again, and he was dwarfed. Under the pressure step by step, Chen Ying had no choice. The true energy on the sword flowed, and he swung out a sword energy, stopping Yelu Qingquan's attack.

Then the true energy flowed, turned defense into offense and pointed directly at Yelu Qingquan. The sharp sword energy forced Yelu Qingquan to retreat, but Yelu Qingquan was experienced. The true energy flowed on the gun. After dodging a move, he held the gun and swept it horizontally, making Chen Ying unable to get close.

Chen Ying held the sword, moved his hand lightly and stabbed several times, tapping the gun head. As the sword light flashed, Chen Ying's figure was like a ghost. Sometimes it was as fast as thunder and sometimes as light as wind. The long sword was controlled as freely as an arm, forcing Yelu Qingquan to defend for a while.

But Yelu Qingquan quickly adapted to Chen Ying's sword momentum. After being suppressed for a short time, he quickly changed his moves and competed with Chen Ying. The two men's weapons kept colliding, making clanging sounds, and the shadows of spears and swords flashed back and forth. The surrounding trees were broken, and the ground was in a mess.

The archers in the distance saw that Yelu Qingquan and Chen Ying were fighting hard, so they didn't shoot arrows to help.