"You have..."

The words were still in his mouth, Xia Chen immediately felt the demon wind blowing behind him, and with the assistance of his powerful senses, even if he didn't look back, he could guess what was going on.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I squatted down violently, and at the same time, with my left foot as the axis of the ground, my right foot sharply drew a semicircle on the ground.

Suddenly, a strange hurricane blew in a range of one meter around Xia Chen's body, and these winds were rapidly entwined, like a soaring dragon, forming a wall of qi at the same time, and quickly winding downward!

"It's a good time!" Han Zhuobin looked excited, touched his toes, and the whole person slid backwards, and at the same time slapped a palm force in the direction of the hurricane.

The palm force turned into a huge transparent giant hand, pinching the weakest part of the hurricane, and as he clenched his palm, the giant palm contracted violently!

The wind stopped, everything returned to calm, and nothing seemed to have happened.

"Courtesy is still coming, going back and forth, it's rude!" Han Zhuobin's eyes burst into a gleam, his shoulders shook, and the long sword inserted in his back suddenly came out of its sheath.

"Be careful!"

At the same time that the long sword fell into Han Zhuobin's hand, the momentum of his whole person suddenly rose, reaching the peak almost instantly.

A sword to the west!

Looking at the approaching tip of the sword, Xia Chen's pupils dilated to the extreme at this moment, and he felt that he seemed to have been locked by Han Zhuobin's sword qi, and there was no way to avoid it.

Since you can't hide, you can only greet it!

Xia Chen immediately made a decision, and the aura in his body completely burst out without reservation at this moment, and with his low roar, his fist with a strong fighting intent slammed into the direction of the long sword.

"Ding!"

The long sword and fist touched, and there was a brief stiffness, and in terms of momentum, the two were evenly matched!

Han Zhuobin, who holds a sword, seems to be a green dragon soaring above the sky, with empty eyes and eyes on the world;

"Woo-la-la...."

The two of them quickly pulled away with the help of the force of the shock, and two scratches of different lengths appeared on the ground.

"Haha, come again!" Han Zhuobin just stabilized his body and once again raised his sword towards Xia Chen.

The sword moves are unpredictable and flexible!

Thack, pick, sweep, split!

Each sword made Xia Chen raise all his mind to deal with it, and he was afraid that if he made a mistake, he would be scratched by the blade.

I'm your sister!

While dodging sword moves one after another, Xia Chen also secretly complained in his heart, this guy was sticking to him like a dog skin plaster, and every time he just pulled away a little distance, he was pulled back again, making him unhappy at all to take an effective counterattack, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated......

Xia Chen realized a serious problem, that is, the enemies he has defeated so far seem to be all relying on the crushing of the realm, except for the advantages brought by the realm, his actual combat ability is almost equal to zero, and even stays at the level of small fights with people when he was a child, which can't help but make him reflect.

In the future, if you encounter an opponent of the same strength, with such a sense of battle, won't you end up in a fiasco?

If Han Zhuobin in front of him was not the purpose of the competition, but with the ruthlessness to kill him, perhaps he would have already become the soul of the opponent's sword.

It's scary to think about.....

Han Zhuobin didn't know what Xia Chen was thinking, he only knew that his movements were no longer as flexible as before, and he immediately understood that this was all his strength, seeing that the long sword was about to cut Xia Chen's neck, Han Zhuobin suddenly withdrew the sword move in his hand, slapped his palm on his chest, and shook it out.

"I know your strength roughly, in general, you lack rich adaptability and on-the-spot reaction, today I met me, if you meet someone who is similar to your realm, as long as it is not too different, you can easily take your life. ”

"It's not that I mean to belittle you, but it's true, you still don't touch monsters in the future, they are far more powerful than you think, as far as you have the skills of a three-legged cat, to be honest, it's really not enough for them to kill." ”

"You should be glad that what you met today is just a little demon of more than ten years, if it is a hundred years of demons, thousands of years of demons, you can't even stuff each other's teeth. ”

Xia Chen covered his chest with his hands and was silent, Han Zhuobin's words sounded stereotypical and hurtful, but they were thought-provoking and thought-provoking.

"Thank you for your advice!" Xia Chen waved his hands and thanked him, he had made up his mind at the moment that after he went back, he would "review" the memories in his mind, especially the various battles in the past of the Poison Saint's life, and absorb these combat consciousness to form his own unique fighting style.

"Thank you for not needing, I was cheeky enough to draw you to compare, but it seems to be a wise decision now. Returning the long sword to the sheath, Han Zhuobin laughed.

Xia Chen watched Han Zhuobin withdraw the long sword, thinking carefully about the previous battle, and then he found that the material of this sword was very special, it was not a common iron weapon, but a wooden sword body, and the sword body was maroon-red......

Peachwood Sword!

Thinking of Han Zhuobin's identity when he signed up for himself, the Taoist priest was relieved.

Although it is very different from the Taoist priests who appear in film and television works, the essence does not seem to have changed, perhaps because it is necessary to keep pace with the times.

"I moved my muscles and bones, and I felt hungry instantly... Xia Chen, are you interested in going for a drink or two together?"

"I know of a good barbecue stand, good and cheap, full and cheap. ”

"After I joined the WTO, I basically solved the problem of food and clothing there... It's a pity that the stall was set up in the middle of the night, otherwise it would have been happy. ”

"We don't know each other, don't worry, I ask you, you don't have to pay for it. ”

.......

This guy still couldn't stop his mouth, Xia Chen's ears were about to become calloused, and he was about to open his mouth to refuse, when Dapeng suddenly swept down, flew in front of Han Zhuobin and shouted: "Rabbit cub! There is a beautiful woman, do you want to slip away?"

"Ah!" Han Zhuobin was shocked, suddenly anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and even paced back and forth, accidentally kicked the young man who fell to the ground, and almost fell into a dog eating.

What's wrong with this guy? Why is there such a big reaction all of a sudden, and the beauty that Dapeng said... It can't be her.

Hurried footsteps sounded in the alley, and the sound gradually became clear.

"I'm sorry, it seems that I can't treat you to barbecue today, we'll see you again....."

After speaking, Han Zhuobin flew by, with the help of the walls on both sides, and instantly disappeared into the night, and his miserable cry echoed in mid-air: "I hate women!"

"It's not women that you hate, it's that you see that women are easy to lose their temper and speak clearly!"

"It's all the same!"

.......

"Xia Chen!"

"It's really you, why are you here?" Xia Chen turned around and looked at Yang Wenjie, who was panting behind him, with curiosity on his face.

"Seeing that you haven't come back for so long, I thought something had happened to you, so I came over to take a look. ”

What can I do....

Just wanted to speak, but suddenly thought of the battle with Han Zhuobin, maybe if he hadn't met him today, maybe he might really have something to say.

"I'm about to go back to you, and since you're here, let's go together. Xia Chen scratched his head and motioned for Yang Wenjie to follow, who said "En" and followed him.