The moment Zhang Sanfeng appeared in front of him, Han Yulou was overwhelmed.
Even though he had not left the palace for many years, in his heart, he already considered himself invincible in the world.
But the only thing that made him feel uneasy was the old man in front of him.
With this Taoist robe and this fairy-like aura, even a blind person could guess who he is.
Han Yulou gritted his teeth and said: You old immortal, you are really powerful. How old are you? Why don’t you stay in Wudang Mountain and come down to join in the fun?
Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said: I was lucky to live a few more years. I am over a hundred years old and haven't fought with anyone for many years.
How about we try it today?
Han Yulou said coldly: Old man, you are great. Since you are not afraid of trouble, then I am not afraid of it either.
As he spoke, Han Yulou took out a token from his bosom.
He handed the token to Lu Zhangke.
Xiaolu, ten miles south of the city, the Langtai camp is mobilizing the Tiger Guards. Let's not talk about this old immortal for now. Zhang Wuji's life must be saved, no matter what the cost. If he doesn't die today, he will definitely be a big worry for the princess in the future.
The Huben Army outside the city is the last trump card left by Zhao Min.
This trump card is also unstoppable.
Lu Zhangke took the token and left without any hesitation.
Han Yulou smiled and said to Zhang Sanfeng: Old man, you became famous too early. Damn, you were already famous in the previous dynasty. I admit that I am a little unsure when facing you.
But look around you, my three thousand elite soldiers from the Imperial City Division have arrived. Even if you can stop the Imperial City Division, can you stop the tens of thousands of Tiger Guards outside the city?
Zhang Sanfeng laughed: Young man, let alone the Tiger Guards outside the city, I can’t even stop the soldiers of your Imperial City Bureau.
But, as long as I can stop you, as long as I don't let you make a move, a few people will be able to escape.
Han Yulou gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then today I really want to see how powerful you, an old man over a hundred years old, are..."
Han Yulou has been studying martial arts for decades, and has now reached a bottleneck.
Today's battle with Zhang Sanfeng, regardless of success or failure, as long as he doesn't die, there will definitely be some benefits.
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On the other side, Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, leading the people from the six sects, had already fought their way far away.
Although the Imperial City Bureau has many soldiers, compared with Zhang Wuji, they are like a flock of sheep. No matter how many sheep there are, they cannot stop a wolf.
If he hadn't thought about taking a few people from Wudang out, he would have taken Zhou Zhiruo and run away long ago.
As for the master behind him, it was even less his turn to care about him.
It is absolutely bullshit to say that the master could fight against thousands or tens of thousands of people alone, but if he tried to escape, no matter how many people there were, they would not be able to stop him.
…
Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, like a pair of immortal lovers, shuttled back and forth as if they were in an empty space.
Zhou Zhiruo's cultivation level at this moment is even higher than Zhang Wuji expected.
He was also extremely pleased about this.
Compared with Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, others are not so lucky.
After all, people choose their opponents, especially in a chaotic battle like this.
At this moment, the fighting power displayed by Zhang Wuji is almost invincible. Anyone with a bit of common sense would not get close to him.
Even Hebi Weng was like this. His elder brother Lu Zhangke had already gone to mobilize the Tiger Guards. Just now, the two of them joined forces and barely fought Zhang Wuji to a draw. Now he was the only one left. How could he go to Zhang Wuji and die?
The city gate in the distance is already visible to the naked eye. With just a little more effort, we can rush out.
However, at this time, there were only three or four hundred people left from the six major sects, and half of them had already fallen on the road.
Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo also saw this.
But the two of them did not feel anxious.
They just need to lead the way and have a clear conscience, and leave everything else to God.
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On the other side, the long sword in Han Yulou's hand had been swung to a point where it was difficult to capture with the naked eye.
Every time he swung the sword, it would bring out an extremely domineering sword energy, but Zhang Sanfeng still responded calmly.
What surprised him a little was that Han Yulou's cultivation was really strong. Fortunately, he had not lived in vain at the age of over a hundred, and Han Yulou's strength was still within his control.
In the interval of fighting, Zhang Sanfeng looked into the distance and saw the corpses all over the ground, which was very sad.
"I guess the people from the six sects are about to escape from the city gate."
Zhang Sanfeng's gaze suddenly became extremely sharp. His white robe and white hair moved without wind. An aura that was not overbearing but extremely pure instantly filled the surroundings of Han Yulou.
Han Yulou was stunned: "Damn, it seems that this old man has had enough fun and is finally going to get serious."
Han Yulou swung the sword in his hand with all his might. After Zhang Sanfeng dodged, he suddenly grabbed it and exerted a little force, and there was a crisp sound.
The sword broke and Han Yulou's body exploded backwards.
Zhang Sanfeng said: Young man, you have a good level of cultivation. Even if I can kill you, I will be injured. I am over a hundred years old. Let’s just forget it. Just pretend that I have never been here today, okay?
Han Yulou laughed: Oh no, now that you old man are here, how can I pretend that you haven’t been here?
As he spoke, Han Yulou threw away the broken sword in his hand, flew forward, and punched Zhang Sanfeng straight in the chest.
Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng could only respond with his fists.
In this punch, Han Yulou has used all his strength. All he has learned in his life is concentrated on the tip of his fist.
The two fists collided, and in an instant, sand and rocks flew everywhere. The ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch, and even several houses around them were knocked down.
After a brief stalemate, the centenarian Zhang Sanfeng gritted his teeth and increased the strength of his hands.
This force is like the surging Yellow River, with each wave higher than the last.
Han Yulou's body was shaken four or five feet away by this force.
Then a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Han Yulou covered his chest with one hand and gave Zhang Sanfeng a thumbs up with the other.
Old man, you are really great. You have not lived in vain. I, Han Yulou, am convinced of my defeat. With you here, I am afraid I would not be able to kill Zhang Wuji today.
Zhang Sanfeng flicked his wrist casually.
The punch just now had shaken him severely, and his entire arm was numb.
He smiled and said to Han Yulou: Young man, you are actually not bad, but fortunately your opponent is me. If it was my disciple Wuji, he really couldn't beat you.
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