At this time, the onlookers who did not know the truth saw the whole picture of this long sword. This sword is different from ordinary long swords, it is actually dark green all over, and the sword body is not only not bright, but it looks like there are stains of rust, and there are several gaps on the knife edge, which is really not good.

The whistle did not confront Huo Zhenren's green sword head-on, and only used his maneuvering kung fu on the field to dodge. It was not so easy for him to dodge the sword cultivation of the sword cultivation as a big living person, and the long sword passed by him dangerously several times, and on one occasion even cut off a lock of his hair. The guys of the Cloud Tiger Caravan were scared, but they didn't dare to disturb him out of voice, so they gritted their teeth and held back their exclamations.

How could the wolf caravan have so many scruples, and they teased: "Are you going to escape until next year?" Hurry up and admit defeat to Huo Zhenren, and kowtow a few more times, maybe he can spare your life." ”

The whistle had no time to care, but he just carefully dodged the invasion of the long sword, and there were a few times when he really couldn't avoid it, so he used the double dagger in his hand to block, which was also a block and dodge, and he didn't entangle it anymore.

Ning Xiaoxian's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the double daggers in his hands had been replaced by a pair, and they were no longer the ones used in the fight with the bear demon a few days ago. She thought about it carefully and understood, and couldn't help blushing a little: the last pair of daggers were magic weapons, and they stabbed into the bear demon's ...... The filth has long been polluted, and it must be carefully maintained for a period of time before it can be restored. Therefore, the monk rarely attacks the enemy's part, not because of his own noble character or disdain for such viciousness, but because this style of play obviously hurts both sides, the other party hurts the pylorus, and he hurts the magic weapon.

She couldn't help but be a little worried. The whistle had no weapons to take advantage of, and only used the pair of daggers made of mortal iron in his hand to fight the enemy, and he was invisibly defeated. Changtian said: "This person's kung fu is not high. But the victory lies in the excellent ability to adapt on the spot, which can only be honed in the face of life and death. In my opinion. Wins or losses are still unpredictable, so don't worry too much. ”

She was amazed. Listen to his tone. This competition seems to be optimistic about the whistle, how is this possible? Even with the help of her medicine, if a mortal wants to win against a monk in the foundation building period, and this monk is not a rookie like Shi Jishan, how much ability does it have to defy the sky?

"The ability of both sides to press the bottom of the box has not been used, you just need to watch it slowly. The fight is not long-sighted, these two people's weapons are poisonous, you stand on the side of that surname Yan, you can block him at a critical moment. Seeing that Ning Xiaoxian was standing still, he didn't move. Urged, "Go!"

Is this good, actually using Mr. Yan as a shield? She muttered in her heart, but still walked over to the other person. Mr. Yan was not surprised to see her coming, but stood quietly in front of her slightly, and sure enough, it was like a human flesh shield.

Can he hear the conversation between her and Changtian, or does he have a good relationship with Changtian? Why every time Changtian finishes talking to her, Mr. Yan is as if he has heard it with his own ears? Even if Ning Xiaoxian's nerves are big, he feels that something is wrong at this moment.

A quarter of an hour passed. on the field. The whistle's footsteps were already a little heavy, and sweat was dripping from his forehead, and it was obvious that such a rapid movement was a great drain on his body. Seeing this, Huo Zhenren pinched the sword trick again. intensified the attack on him.

At this moment, the whistle was obviously a little unbearable, and finally miscalculated when retreating. His back was against the big tree! Now there is finally no way to avoid it, right? Huo Zhenren, who also saw the sweat on his forehead, was overjoyed, and drove his sword to stab him.

But the whistle was like a slippery foot. Rubbed the ground and landed on the buttocks, only to be cleverly and skillfully dodged the blow. The green sword thumped. Stuck in the trunk of a tree. He seized the opportunity and rushed towards Huo Zhenren with one lung.

Finally the fight back. His speed was much faster than the beginning of the gambling fight, Huo Zhenren was already used to his original speed, and at this moment, seeing him suddenly accelerate, he hurriedly retreated, but where did he retreat fast? In the blink of an eye, the whistle had already pounced in front of him, and a dagger pierced his chest.

The people of the caravan on both sides suppressed their exclamations, and their eyes widened at this decisive blow!

When the dagger was about to touch the clothes on Huo Zhenren's chest, a layer of ripple-like lines appeared on his body, and he gently swung the dagger away.

The thorn of the whistle is ineffective!

The people of the Wolf Caravan suddenly let out a long breath, but the Cloud Tiger Caravan stopped doing it. The monk can also use a sword to hurt people, and he still wears a talisman on his body, which is also a bully to mortals, why don't you just carry a turtle shell and come out to meet people?

At this time, someone in the team exclaimed again, and everyone couldn't help but curse when they heard the sound--the trunk of the tree that was pinned by the green sword was black, and the branches and leaves of the nearby trees were swollen and cracked as if they were filled with water. Who doesn't know that the sword is poisonous when you see this scene? Everyone has been traveling south and north for so many years, and there are many shameless people, but it is really rare to see this Cheng dù without face.

A discerning person instantly understood, comparing the toxicity on the tree and the bear demon, it turned out that it was this monk who injured the bear demon in the wolf caravan, it was this sword, where was the son of a deacon?

They didn't know that the monk who could be hired to serve as a bodyguard for the second generation of mortal merchants didn't take discipline too seriously. He turned a deaf ear to the scolding, and with a free hand he pointed, and the green sword trembled a few times, then broke free and stabbed at the whistle again.

The tide of battle has returned to the same level. At this time, the time of the fight had lasted for more than two quarters of an hour. The voice of the wolf caravan was quieter, and they could see that although this guy on the field was flashing like a wolf, sweating profusely, and panting like a cow, he was still uninjured until now, and he was really a capable person.

Seeing the opportunity, the whistle threw a backhand when he dodged the green sword, and shot the dagger held in his left hand towards Huo Zhenren's front door. This blow was like lightning and fire, and when it was blocked by the talisman weapon, Huo Zhen reacted and was taken aback.

"Interesting. Changtian had a smile in his voice, obviously comfortable watching the excitement, "This fight is much more interesting than I imagined, I didn't expect mortals to participate in such a wonderful competition." I look at this game, this whistle is going to win. ”

Ning Xiaoxian squeezed out the time to roll his eyes. Everyone was nervous half to death, and he watched the play leisurely. By the way, which eye did he see a sign that the whistle would win?

"It's useless, you want to exhaust my talisman, it's impossible until you die!" Huo Zhenren sneered. He actually felt a little short of breath too. He is used to being pampered in the wolf shop, and his usual appearance is a deterrent, and there are not many opportunities for him to defend against the enemy. Now that he consumes a large amount of spiritual power like this, he also feels a little unbearable.

It's shameful enough to fight a mortal for so long, so let's fight quickly. He felt a chord in his heart, bit the tip of his tongue and took a mouthful of essence and blood, and said, "Sickness." ”

The speed of the flying sword instantly increased by more than three percent. The whistle was caught off guard and swept across his left arm by the sword. He had been rushing for a long time, and the qi and blood in his body flowed extremely fast, and blood was suddenly gushing from his wounds.

This sword is fed with poison! There was a cry of surprise in the Cloud Tiger Caravan, but everyone in the Wolf Merchants was happy, and finally won!

The whistle was silent, seemingly unconcerned about his injuries. Ignoring the flying sword in front of him, he reflexively pounced on Huo Zhenren, like a wisp of light smoke, drawing a few afterimages in the air, and in an instant, he was stuck in front of the enemy, which was unprecedentedly fast!

The speed at which this guy pressed the bottom of the box was so amazing, he was able to hide it all the time and endure it until now!

Huo Zhenren's consumption of spiritual power was too dramatic, but his hands were sluggish, and he couldn't lift them up for a while, and he watched him bully closer. The whistle repeated its old trick, and stabbed him in the chest with a backhand dagger.

"This guy probably knows that poisoning will inevitably lead to death, so let's get lucky?" Huo Zhenren sneered frequently in his heart, "It's useless, you can't break my talisman!" Mortals are ignorant, this ant has struggled for so long, it's just a little clever, and it will die under my sword in a while!"

He seemed to have seen the scene of the whistle being poisoned and rolling on the ground, just hoping for a quick death. This mortal has already cut his face greatly after holding on to the battle for so long, and he must not be given pleasure, and he must be allowed to die of pain for ten hours!

Huo Zhenren watched coldly as the dagger stabbed at him, waiting for the light curtain of the talisman to flash, so that the mortal could know what it meant to be dead.

But there was no movement. The dagger didn't even make a light sound, and it pierced deep into his chest, and the handle didn't enter!

"This ...... What's going on?" The chasing flying sword "clanged" and fell to the ground. Huo Zhenren looked at his chest, his eyes full of disbelief, and then, a feeling of dizziness surrounded him. He shook twice, and fell to the ground in an ecstasy.

"Huo Zhenren!" The onlookers were also incredulous. The friends of the Cloud Tiger Caravan were stunned by this sudden result, and before they could react for a while, Luo You hurriedly shouted, and fell to the ground to inspect Brother Huo's injuries, "If he has three longs and two shorts, you all have to bury him!" he shouted inwardly. This Huo Zhenren was sent by the head office, and his identity is also very noble, if he folds here, his future will be worrying.

This loud shout woke everyone on the field. After a few loud sounds, the two sides drew their weapons again and confronted each other.

"He's not dead. I didn't hurt him. The whistle waved his hand and whispered. Even though he was sweating profusely, his waist was still straight.

Luo You tore open Huo Zhenren's robe, and sure enough, he saw that the dagger had avoided the vital point and pierced the thick part of the flesh below the collarbone, and it was estimated that even the lobes of the lungs were not injured, but the wound was black. "You, you actually poisoned it, so despicable!"

As soon as these words came out, the people of the Cloud Tiger Caravan collectively rolled their eyes, this seems to be our side's lines, right?

Luo You glanced at the whistle again, and wondered, "Why aren't you poisoned?" everyone followed his gaze. Isn't it, although the wound on the whistle's arm is still bleeding, the blood is bright red, how can it look like it has been poisoned at all? Compared to it, the one lying on the ground is more poisoned. (To be continued......)