Lian Chihao looked at Zhang Dahai's change like this, he knew that something was wrong, and his right hand hurriedly pinched the trick to recall the ink ruler, but it was still a step too late, and the moment when Lian Chihao pinched the trick rarely revealed a flaw for a while, and it happened that Zhang Dahai, who was just staring at him coldly, was caught by Zhang Dahai, Zhang Dahai's figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only the ground that was trampled by gravity, and he laughed wildly and slashed at the defenseless Lian Chihao.

After all, he is Cheng Zhi'an's first apprentice, and his reaction ability is naturally not comparable to ordinary people, watching Zhang Dahai slash with a broadsword in his hand, his figure retreating rapidly while quickly flipping the trick. The ink ruler sensed it, and hurriedly stabbed Zhang Dahai at the exposed back.

Zhang Dahai was unmoved, still laughing wildly and chasing after Lian Chihao who was dodging left and right, and the two of them quickly rushed out of the abandoned room and came to the empty streets and alleys of Jade Vein City.

Lian Chihao knew that there was no way to go on like this, so he simply stopped his body, urged the ink ruler with all his strength, and Zhang Dahai, who was laughing wildly, looked at Lian Chihao who was not moving at the moment, and mocked madly: "Hahaha, you are hiding!" As he spoke, he raised the broadsword in his hand, and he was about to cut Lian Chihao into two sections.

Suddenly, because Lian Chihao was no longer distracted, the speed of the ink ruler skyrocketed, and in just an instant, 1 came behind Zhang Dahui, and the screams were endless.

Although Zhang Dahai was a little delirious at the moment, of course he would not let this short sword pierce him, and instantly held the broadsword in his hand back, and slammed it into the ground between the two, his body jumped high and stepped on the handle of the knife fiercely, and with the help of his strength, he flipped in the air and fell behind Lian Chihao, and his big hand as wide as a pincer clamped the neck of Lian Chihao in front of him, and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, I want to see if this short sword will suck your flesh and blood!"

Zhang Dahai is more than eight feet tall, his muscles are extremely solid, and when he holds the long sword, he is as awkward as a sturdy man who uses a pair of extremely small and delicate chopsticks when eating, and it is no wonder that Yan Shisan feels that Zhang Dahai's body is really not suitable for sword practice, and Lian Chihao, who was clamped by such a big hand, couldn't break free at all, and he never dreamed that the seemingly stocky Zhang Dahai would be like this.

Since he couldn't break free, Lian Chihao's silver teeth clenched his heart, but instead grabbed Zhang Dahai's right hand with both hands and clamped his neck, and the speed of the black short sword did not decrease at all, as if he wanted to combine the two of them*, in an instant, the black short sword stabbed into Lian Chihao's neck with a thunderous force, and the tip of the sword that passed through the neck also pierced into Zhang Dahai's right hand that was countered.

Zhang Dahai has naturally seen the strangeness of this short sword, the moment the tip of the sword pierced into his right hand, the entire right hand visibly became thinner to the naked eye, seeing that Lian Chihao's hands were unwilling to let go, as if he was going to die with himself, Zhang Dahai was so brute force, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and his wrist flipped over, throwing Lian Chihao aside.

Looking at Lian Chihao, who was thrown off the wall by himself and fell down, Zhang Dahai's face changed, and Zhang Dahai's crazy temperament at this moment seemed to have faded a lot because of the broadsword leaving his hand, so he asked out loud with some puzzlement: "Why do you want to do this?

Lian Chihao struggled to get up when he heard this, the originally intact cyan robe had already been shattered at this moment, revealing a series of staggered hideous scars on his body, Zhang Dahai roughly calculated, there were more than a dozen scars on the front and back feet, some of the scars were slightly lighter in color, and there was some blood light, as if a hideous long snake was coiled on Lian Chihao's body.

At this moment, although Lian Chihao spat blood, but his expression did not show a trace of decline, the sword lines on his forehead were also shining, Lian Chihao reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Zhang Dahai with a smile, and said softly: "Together, are you joking?" As he spoke, he pulled out the long sword that pierced his neck, and as the short sword was slowly pulled out, there was no blood spilling out of his neck, and in the end, he couldn't even see a trace of wound.

Lian Chihao held the short sword, looked at Zhang Dahai with a playful expression, and said contemptuously: "Every once in a while, I will use my own essence and blood to nourish the seal in the ink ruler, the ink ruler and I have long been separated from each other now, you want to use it to hurt me?"

Lian Chihao said, his eyes gradually shifted to the crimson broadsword that was straight into the ground behind Zhang Dahai, and he also had some doubts in his heart, Lian Chihao knew in his heart since he first pulled out the ink ruler that the ink ruler itself was a bloodthirsty monster that could be divided into two, so he had been secretly cultivating two-handed swords since he was a child, in order to be able to complete the kill by surprise when necessary.

Originally, he was full of confidence to assassinate Qiu An with two short swords, but Bing Yan in his hand released half of the sealed Ji Ji, even Lian Chihao didn't know why the moment Ji Ji left the short sword, the originally short black ink ruler turned into a wide red broadsword, thinking of this, Lian Chihao looked down at the short sword in his hand, and wondered in his heart, is this short sword also a knife? It seems that Ji Ji is still hiding from himself.

Thinking to no avail, Lian Chihao simply stopped thinking about it, put the black short sword in his hand in front of him, looked at Zhang Dahai in front of him and said softly: "Are you still fighting?"

Zhang Dahai didn't say anything when he heard this, he turned around and pulled out the crimson broadknife inserted in the ground, the moment his right hand touched the broadknife, the slightest blood mist reappeared around Zhang Dahai, constantly lingering, Zhang Dahai put the long knife on his shoulder, and sneered at Lian Chihao: "Come on!"

As soon as Zhang Dahai's voice fell, there was no time left for Lian Chihao to react, his figure disappeared in place in an instant, and just a breathing time appeared on his side, his right hand held the broadsword horizontally, and slashed towards Lian Chihao's head, Zhang Dahai, whose eyes were red and his face was hideous and twisted, kept muttering: "Hahaha, I'm hungry, can you share some meat with me?"

Lian Chihao looked at such a strange Zhang Dahai, his brows furrowed, and he instantly protected the ink ruler in front of him, the wide crimson broadsword and Zhang Dahai's brute strength, just the moment the blades met, the slightly thin Lian Chihao was repulsed, and his feet drew two long dents on the ground, and the black floor tiles in the streets and alleys where he passed were all shattered, and the dust was flying.

Lian Chihao's hands were numb from the shock, looking at Zhang Dahai who was shrouded in dust and smoke, he didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all, and sure enough, a red light broke through the dust and smoke, and flew towards Lian Chihao, Lian Chihao hurriedly jumped high, trying to dodge the attack range of the broadsword, and the moment his body jumped, Lian Chihao saw that Zhang Dahai had long disappeared from the dust and smoke, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

"I said I'm hungry, didn't you hear?" Just when a sense of crisis rose in Lian Chihao's heart, Zhang Dahai's gloomy and crazy voice suddenly came from behind him who jumped high, and he was about to turn his head subconsciously, and the moment the afterglow just touched Zhang Dahai, a fist wrapped in cold air and a trace of blood mist gradually enlarged in his sight.

A heavy punch slammed into Lian Chihao's face, and the powerful blow almost blurred his consciousness, and the body that had originally jumped high was also knocked down by this punch, and quickly fell to the ground.

The landed Lian Chihao barely cheered up, and was looking at the red broadsword thrown by Zhang Dahai before, the blade was bright, and he was about to cut the falling self into two pieces, Lian Chihao snorted coldly, flipped his wrist, threw out the ink ruler in his hand, and the sword pattern in front of his forehead flashed in his right hand, and after the ink ruler was thrown, he quickly dived in front of Lian Chihao's falling body.

Seeing that there was an ink ruler as a foothold, Lian Chihao hurriedly stretched out his hands, pressed on the body of the ink ruler sword that had stopped steadily, supported it lightly with both hands, and after flipping forward for a few weeks, he fell dexterously on the side of the red broadsword, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, his face was condensed, and he shouted: "Give it to me!" The heavy red broadsword was lifted by Lian Chihao Shengsheng in response, and then stepped on the ink ruler that followed, and jumped and slashed towards Zhang Dahai, who fell together.

Zhang Dahai looked at the oncoming red broadsword, instead of dodging, he laughed like crazy, the red broadknife slashed towards Zhang Dahui's face door fiercely, "boom" A loud sound, Zhang Dahui's right hand was raised high, but two fingers clamped the heavy broadknife, and his legs were slammed into the ground by the red broadknife, although he looked embarrassed, but he did not receive any damage.

Lian Chihao couldn't pull out the broadsword that was caught by Zhang Dahai with all his might, so he simply didn't try again, but pointed his right hand at Zhang Dahai's face door, and the black short sword flew out instantly with the movement in his hand, aiming directly at Zhang Dahui's head.

Zhang Dahai, whose legs were embedded in the ground, easily broke free, and his two fingers shook slightly, but the heavy broadknife seemed to be as light as a feather at this time, constantly spinning in the air, Zhang Dahai laughed fiercely: "This kind of small fight, it's almost over." ”

While Zhang Dahai spoke, a large amount of blood mist suddenly rushed out of his body, but in an instant, Zhang Dahai was surrounded by a group, and the blood mist gradually condensed into a huge blood ball that kept turning, wrapping Zhang Dahai in it, the ink ruler seemed to feel the danger, and the sword body that originally rushed towards Zhang Dahai's door suddenly stopped, and then returned to Lian Chihao's side like lightning, and the tip of the sword was facing the huge blood ball that was constantly rotating, as if he couldn't stop trembling in fear.

Lian Chihao has never seen such a scene since he first pulled out the ink ruler, first stunned and then turned his head to look at the ink ruler hovering around him and constantly trembling and humming, groaned for a long time, looked up at the shrinking blood ball, the arrogant Lian Chihao couldn't control a burst of fear in his heart, the brave won when they met on the narrow road, and the fear had already risen, Lian Chihao knew in his heart that when Zhang Dahai broke the blood ball, he would definitely lose.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated in his heart, and as soon as he grabbed the ink ruler and turned around, he was about to flee here quickly, but at the moment when Lian Chihao turned around, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "Did I let you go?"