The long sword in his hand pointed at the middle-aged man opposite, and Chen Xinzhu said in a somewhat harsh tone.

"Since we can't talk about it, let's fight. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face was completely gloomy.

"Don't give Lao Tzu face, right? Then you will die for Lao Tzu if you step on a horse!"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man clenched the nine-ring big knife in his hand with both hands, and with a heavy step, the whole person quickly rushed towards Chen Xinzhu.

"Kill me!"

Hearing the order, the other purple scarf thieves also hurriedly launched an attack on Wang Yidao and the others.

"Kill!!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu said calmly to Wang Yidao and the others.

"You are mainly self-preservation, and I will help you after I kill him. ”

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xinzhu greeted the middle-aged man.

The sword qi in his body was slightly urged, and on the side of Chen Xinzhu's body, the long sword in his hand was swept towards the middle-aged man of the purple scarf thief from bottom to top.

Clang!

Swords clashed, and a crisp sound rang out.

A knife is useless, and the middle-aged man is not surprised, although the opponent is young, but after all, he is a master of the same realm, and it will not be so easy to be handled.

As soon as the blade was deflected, the nine-ring knife in the middle-aged man's hand swung away Chen Xinzhu's long sword, and along the sword body, it slashed towards Chen Xinzhu.

Chen Xinzhu's body was slightly sideways, and while dodging the big knife, the long sword in his right hand quickly stabbed straight ahead.

Lightning fast!

Burst!

Between the lightning and flint, a sword mark was stabbed in the waist and abdomen of the middle-aged man, and through the cut clothes, he could see the slightest trace of blood oozing out, and he had been injured.

The middle-aged man used his old moves, and even though he reacted quickly, he still couldn't completely dodge Chen Xinzhu's swift sword.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu also felt a little secretly regretful.

As soon as he fought, he found that the middle-aged man of the purple scarf thief did not comprehend the true meaning of martial arts, and could only be regarded as an ordinary second-rate master.

Originally, Chen Xinzhu thought that the swift sword just now would be able to get the opponent.

This middle-aged man who was a purple scarf thief would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

But he didn't expect this middle-aged man's reaction speed to be so fast, and the swift sword actually only scratched a little of his skin.

This reaction speed is already faster than that of many second-rate top masters, and it is worthy of being a big thief, and it does have some ability.

Thinking of this, the long sword in Chen Xinzhu's hand shook again, and the second sword attacked the middle-aged man again.

Progress left!

The middle-aged man was still in shock at this time, and in the face of Chen Xinzhu's second sword, he had to hurriedly parry.

Jingle Bell!

The long sword and the nine-ring knife kept colliding, and the crisp sound spread far away.

"Damn, this little ghost looks like he's in his twenties, right? Why is his swordsmanship so powerful?"

Chen Xinzhu's strength is really beyond the expectations of the middle-aged man.

"Damn!!"

Although the middle-aged man reluctantly took over Chen Xinzhu's continuous attacks, every time he took a sword, the shock in his heart became a little stronger.

The long sword in Chen Xinzhu's hand is constantly wielding, stabbing, splitting, pointing, teasing, picking, collapsing, intercepting, chopping, wiping, cutting, cloud, hanging, racking, pressing and other basic sword moves with different body footwork methods such as lunge, virtual step, ding step, rest step, servant step, and insertion.

Chen Xinzhu suppressed the middle-aged man to death.

Burst!

Burst!

After only more than 20 moves, the middle-aged man had five or six more large and small scars on his body, and the clothes he was wearing became even more tattered, and many places were stained red with blood.

The whole person looks extremely embarrassed.

At this point in the battle, the anger in the middle-aged man's heart has also gone a little.

After calming down, the middle-aged man had to admit that he still underestimated this young opponent.

The strength of this hairy boy is indeed a few points stronger than him

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man became more and more annoyed in his heart.

With a fierce light in his eyes and a ruthless heart, the middle-aged man directly used his body to take a sword stabbed by Chen Xinzhu.

Holding the nine-ring big knife tightly in his hand with both hands, the true qi in the middle-aged man's body boiled violently, and the nine-ring knife in his hand poured into his hand.

The surrounding heaven and earth aura was instantly turbulent, and a hurricane of aura suddenly appeared.

Suddenly, a huge tiger head appeared on the nine-ring knife in the middle-aged man's hand.

"Roar!!"

A knife roar like the roar of a fierce tiger sounded in an instant, spreading far away.

The middle-aged man raised the nine-ring knife in his hand high and slashed towards Chen Xinzhu.

Seeing this scene, a purple light flashed in Chen Xinzhu's eyes.

The power of this move is indeed strong enough, but it is too slow

The long sword that had just been withdrawn in Chen Xinzhu's right hand instantly accelerated, as fast as lightning!

Burst!

Chen Xinzhu's air sword drawing came first, and he cut into the back of the middle-aged man's neck neatly.

In an instant, the middle-aged man's head was cut off, and blood splattered everywhere

Gently shaking off the blood stained on the long sword, Chen Xinzhu looked around.

In the mountains and forests, the sword light and sword shadows continued to flash, and Wang Yidao and the others also fought with the others of the purple turban thieves.

More than 30 fierce and vicious strong men surrounded Wang Yidao and the four of them, and the collision of various weapons between the two sides clanged non-stop.

When Chen Xinzhu looked at it, although Wang Yidao and the four of them were at a disadvantage, it seemed that they could hold on in a short time.

However, Lao Huang, who was facing Chen Xinzhu, seemed to have seen Chen Xinzhu's results, and his face became extremely shocked.

In the face of Lao Huang's momentary distraction, Lao Huang's opponent did not miss it.

The two third-rate masters of the purple scarf thief cooperated tacitly, one opened Lao Huang's weapon, and the other directly slashed Lao Huang's head.

Lao Huang came back to his senses, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

These two Purple Turban Thieves had extremely rich combat experience, and the strategies they adopted were extremely effective, forcing Lao Huang to a dead end in an instant.

Even if Lao Huang had retreated for the first time, it was obvious that this was just a futile struggle.

If no one helps, Lao Huang will definitely die under this knife.

It's a pity that Wang Yidao and the three of them are also too busy to take care of themselves.

In addition, the matter was discovered too suddenly, and Wang Yidao and the three of them did not find the desperate situation faced by Lao Huang at all.

Seeing that Lao Huang was about to be beheaded with a knife, a nine-ring broadsword shot out in an instant, as fast as lightning!

Burst!

The third-rate master of the purple scarf thief couldn't dodge, and was stabbed into his body from behind by the nine-ring broadsword, and the whole person was carried upside down by a huge force.

Bang!

flew out more than ten meters, and the master even smashed his knife to the ground with a knife, and his fingers moved slightly a few times, and there was no more movement

Seeing this sudden change, everyone on both sides present was taken aback.

One side is frightened, the other side is surprised.

Chen Xinzhu didn't give them time to react, and the whole person had already killed the crowd with a sword.

A lunge stabbed straight ahead, as fast as lightning, and instantly stabbed the heart of another third-rate master in front of Lao Huang.

Lao Huang, who lived for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, was full of joy, looking at Chen Xinzhu, he just wanted to say thank you.

But seeing that Chen Xinzhu did not stop, he walked with the sword, one sword at a time, and soon killed the hands of the seven purple scarf thieves.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the Purple Turban Thieves finally came to their senses.

"Run!!"

After seeing their leader killed, this group of purple scarf thieves instantly dispersed without hesitation, and quickly fled in all directions.

Wang Yidao and the others came back to their senses and hurriedly blocked it.

The situation was reversed in an instant.

However, whether it is a third-rate master or an unpopular cannon fodder, there is no difference for Chen Xinzhu, all of them are one sword.

However, within a few dozen breaths, the thirty-two people of the Purple Turban Thieves all went to the underworld to report.

Purple scarf thieves, the group is wiped out