It's a pity that in Chen Jingle's opinion, he has a magic weapon in his hands, but his knife skills are not the essence, and he is full of flaws, and he is not very good at knife skills at first glance.

I really don't know why the monk gave him the magic weapon to use.

However, with Hawketon in hand, coupled with his own strength, it is unlikely that Chen Jingle wants to kill him quickly. What's more, King Nethana is still beside him, and the two of them are fighting left and right, and the real danger is Chen Jingle himself.

In the face of Hocktown's offensive, Chen Jingle's facial expression, the horizontal knife shook, the cold light flashed, and several knives were slashed in an instant, and the knife slashed at the opponent's knife, forcing him back again, and reflexively facing Netana.

Weapons such as golden cymbals are rarely used in the Central Plains, and they can be regarded as Qimen weapons, not to mention that the opponent is still congenital, and he is always so far away from the congenital, so he must fight against the enemy with a twelve-point spirit.

Seeing that Chen Jingle took the initiative to meet him, the Dharma King suddenly showed a sinister smile on his face, and was about to touch Chen Jingle hard with the golden cymbal, when he suddenly frowned, and his figure flashed to the right. I saw a few finger-long embroidery needles appear behind him, shining with cold light, passing by him. It was precisely because of this embroidery needle that the Dharma King was forced to dodge in a hurry.

The next moment, a figure jumped into the room, glanced at Chen Jingle, didn't say a word, took the initiative to take the attack of the Dharma King for him, and the red thread embroidery needle in his hand flew into the air, which seemed gorgeous, but in fact it was secretly murderous.

It's oriental love!

Chen Jingle secretly breathed a sigh of relief, seized the opportunity, and decisively pounced on Hawketown with a knife. In the blink of an eye, seven slashes were slashed, and the swords were like a landslide and tsunami, locking all Hocktown's paths, forcing him to pull back again.

Once he retreated, Chen Jingle was unforgiving, and his figure followed.

Streamer Phantom is better at grappling!

Dealing with two people at the same time is reluctant, but against a Hawkton who is not as good as himself, Chen Jingle is still very confident.

"Bell", Hawketon, who barely parried the horizontal knife, his face turned red and struggled to support.

In the confrontation with Chen Jingle just now, he had already suffered some minor injuries, and the consumption was greater than expected. He is not Chen Jingle, and without the blessing of eight or nine Xuangong, the recovery speed is naturally not fast. One eliminated the other, and suddenly the balance of victory began to tilt towards Chen Jingle.

"Bell bell", and several knives were slashed, and Hawkton had already scolded in his heart, he thought that although the Central Plains was vast and rich, there were few young masters, but he didn't expect such a murderous guy to suddenly appear.

The more Hawkton fought, the more frightened he became, and the more he fought, the more panicked he became.

Once again, he struggled to parry the slashing horizontal knife, and his whole person was unable to retreat, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

"Do you think I'm like you?"

The two knives were deadlocked, the corners of Chen Jingle's mouth twitched, and the left hand, which had been gaining momentum for a long time, turned into a palm gesture and was launched violently, and the surging palm power was directly imprinted on Hawketon's heart.

"Poof—"

Hocktown was struck suddenly, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and the whole person flew upside down like a sack hit by a cannonball head-on, breaking a large tree, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a deep mark, turning over and coughing up blood.

Chen Jingle was possessed like a shadow demon and followed again.

Hawkton was seriously injured, and he was powerless to stop it, and he barely raised his Demon Drinking Knife to parry, his eyes full of horror.

"Bell", slashing the demon crying blood grid to open the magic knife, and then instantly retreated, directly inserted from Hawketown's left eye, "Boom", and stabbed deeply into the brain. In the other party's screaming and convulsions, Chen Jingle clenched the handle of the knife again and rotated it 360 degrees.

Hockdon's remaining eye widened, a look of horror and despair lingering in his pupils, and he finally struggled a few times before finally giving up.

Pulling out the horizontal knife, looking at the red and white mysterious object on the tip of the knife, Chen Jingle was expressionless.

Since you have chosen to draw your sword, then, be prepared to be killed.

Witnessing the tragic death of his apprentice Hokton in front of him, King Nethana roared angrily. His eyes became round because of anger, his face was twisted wildly, and his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Chen Jingle.

The double cymbals hit the embroidery needle, the Dharma King retreated, there were words in his mouth, and he didn't know what secret method he used, and the next moment the blood vessels on the neck of the whole person burst out, hideous and terrifying, and the momentum skyrocketed, holding the golden cymbals and pressing over again, instantly pressing Chen Jingle and Dongfang Qing to retreat.

"Oops!"

Chen Jingle barely parried, and was smashed on the knife by the golden cymbal, and the whole person was like a heavy blow, retreating step by step, and his heart couldn't help but be anxious.

Although he knew that the secret method must be time-limited, as long as he survived and waited until the side effects came, then Neda would be dead. However, looking at the current situation, it is unknown whether it will last until then!

Dongfang Qing frantically urged the embroidery needle next to him, but he could stab it on Netana's body, and he could only barely pierce the other party's skin, oozing a trace of blood, I don't know why the other party suddenly became so strong. And some vital parts are protected to death.

For a time, the two sides reached a stalemate.

Chen Jingle glanced at Dongfang Qing, and the two distanced themselves and used kite tactics against Netana together.

However, Nedana is like crazy, specifically targeting Chen Jingle, playing fiercely and desperately, completely fighting for his life, in this case, Chen Jingle's horizontal knife against his pair of golden cymbals, not dominant at all.

"Knock on the inside, do you really think that you will work hard, labor and management will not?"

Chen Jingle has been hit hard several times in a row, and he has already begun to be injured, his hands are numb from the force, he almost can't hold the handle of the knife, half of his face is covered with his own blood, and he is also ruthless when he is full of anger. The corners of his mouth pulled, hideous and crazy, regardless of it, a knife slashed straight at the door of Neda, everyone died together, it depends on who dies first!

The Dharma King's reaction was extremely fast, the golden cymbals converged, clamped the horizontal knife, and still castrated, and crashed straight into Chen Jingle's arms, a pair of golden cymbals hit the chest, and the ribs suddenly made a series of crisp clicks.

Chen Jingle spat out a mouthful of blood again, which was even mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his eyes were so black that he almost collapsed.

But、But,I can't pour it yet!

Yes!!!

"Got you!"

Chen Jingle's neck was bruised, his eyes widened, his mouth was bared, his mouth was full of blood, and his left hand had already grabbed the opponent's right wrist at some point, and his five fingers directly poked into the opponent's flesh and blood vessels, pinching the entire wrist bone into pieces.

Netana's face changed drastically, and he tried to break free, but it was too late. wanted to grab the golden cymbal in his left hand and smash the other party's head, but once he let go of the closed double cymbals, the horizontal knife in Chen Jingle's hand would pass into his heart.

Suddenly caught in a dilemma.

He finally understood why the guy in front of him chose this kind of play.

Lunatic!

Be yourself!

Without waiting for the Dharma King to think about it, the next moment Chen Jingle gave up the horizontal knife, stood with the four fingers of his right hand, and thrust forward, the whole palm of his hand pierced his chest like a sharp blade, breaking through the strong defense, piercing into it, and bursting the powerful beating heart.