Fan Xiaokuai's arm was broken by the crazy old man's brow, and the iron sword in C's hand was broken by the crazy old man...... Bitten?

So far, C doesn't believe the absurd and funny scene just now, the crazy old man uses his hands and feet together, on all fours, headless and brainless, C's sword qi is like a rainbow, colliding with the oncoming crazy old man, the old man's hands are like hooks, scratching on the sword qi, the seemingly indestructible sword qi is torn apart, and the crazy old man is also turned on his back by the explosion of the air waves. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

C seized the opportunity, Dapeng spread his wings, slashed at the old naughty boy lying on the ground, clang, the iron sword went down, there was no scene of the human head being in a different place, the iron sword in his hand was bitten by the other party, the old naughty boy shook his head, like a leopard biting its prey, and the iron sword was bitten off from the middle.

The world is so big.

Before he could react, the crazy old man kicked his legs and kicked heavily on C's chest, and the whole person flew out upside down.

On the other hand, the crazy old man, who didn't know what attracted his attention, rested his head on his arm, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and smirked.

Fan Xiaokuai and C glanced at each other, and nodded at the same time: "Withdraw!"

Holding down his arm with one hand, Fan Xiaokuai bit a piece of white cloth, exerted his force violently, snorted, forcibly put his arm back in place, wiped the beads of sweat from his brow for a while, and smiled bitterly: "C, why do I suddenly want to cry sadly?"

"After ten years of cultivation, I thought I could stand at the pinnacle of the martial arts in the rivers and lakes, but I was beaten by a crazy old man and had no power to fight back, so I wanted to cry for anyone. Looking at the iron sword that was disconnected from his hand, C felt distressed for a while.

Fan Xiaokuai stroked his hair, squatted beside the stream, drank a sip of stream water, his internal organs churned for a while, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood: "It's really domineering." With a wipe of his nose, Yin Hong also flowed out, and he wiped it indiscriminately: "C, do you think I will leave sequelae, there will be a few days of bleeding every month, right?"

Bing, who was dedicated to practicing swords and didn't ask about things outside the window, frowned, didn't understand the meaning of Fan Xiaokuai's always having a few days a month, and couldn't grasp the humorous color, but asked with a serious face: "Why a few days a month?"

Fan Xiaokuai shook his head, saying that they are not the same, if it is a veteran of the love field, Kou Zhongyuan must laugh and scold Fan Xiaokuai for being "naughty".

Recalling the battle with the crazy old man, Fan Xiaokuai had some understanding in his heart, Xichu Sword Pavilion is famous for its sword energy, almost everyone practices swords based on sword qi, but he has taken the fast word vein based on swordsmanship, but the sword moves are still within a certain routine, such as when the sword is released, the sword energy goes first, he has never violated it, even if he practiced boxing later, he also followed this way, the pavilion master once said to him, "Do whatever you want, be wild" Eight big characters, let him learn the sword on his own, he thought he had mastered the essence of it, and he could do "do whatever he wanted, and he could do whatever he wanted", and after fighting with the crazy old man, he realized that he was still within the rules and regulations, and he couldn't do what he wanted.

The crazy old man's shot doesn't care about the momentum, nor does he care about the will, every punch is completely based on instinct, maybe the pavilion master let himself come, there is another layer of deep meaning, let him learn, in order to achieve the shot is an unreasonable hand, is the strongest hand of the realm.

Suddenly remembered the deputy pavilion master Su Mingchuan, the deputy pavilion master of the Western Chu Sword Pavilion who Fan Xiaokuai had never seen through, and the crazy old man, Su Mingchuan except for the supreme cultivation of sitting firmly at the peak of the Divine Heaven Realm, every time he fought against someone, the winner and loser lay in the accurate calculation, from the position to the breath pouring, every step was within the calculation, quite a bit of the "grass gray snake line, thousands of miles of veins" as mentioned in the book The feeling that Fan Xiaokuai had once sparred sword moves with Su Mingchuan, the first hundred gestures were evenly matched, and another hundred moves, Fan Xiaokuai had a faint advantage, but when it came to the two hundred and seventy-eight moves, Fan Xiaokuai was suddenly surprised, it turned out that the first move of Deputy Pavilion Master Su still had such a deep meaning.

In Fan Xiaokuai's heart, Deputy Pavilion Master Su seemed to never make mistakes, and there was nothing missing, and today's crazy old man went to two extremes.

"C, you said that if Deputy Pavilion Master Su fights with the crazy old man, who will win and who will lose?" Fan Xiaokuai asked.

"I don't know. C replied very honestly, at that level of battle, realm, cultivation and aura no longer seem to be the decisive factors, and the two extreme peak masters are fighting, and the ghost knows the key to victory.

"C, does the pavilion master know martial arts?" Fan Xiaokuai asked another question.

Zhuge Wei is a noble, has a very high prestige, and can subdue everyone, the martial arts of the nine swords are taught by him, Fan Xiaokuai's sword and fist are taught by him, Xiao Shengxian Zhuang is supported by him, Kou Zhongyuan and Duan Xifeng's art of war is taught by him, the Western Chu Emperor Liu Zhu is commensurate with his father, and the generalissimo of soldiers and horses Zhao Xuanji is honored as Mr., but no one is sure whether he will do martial arts.

"I don't know. It was still a three-word answer, and C continued: "If the pavilion master doesn't know martial arts, then he really doesn't know martial arts, if he knows martial arts, then he is the first person in thousands of years, and he has already steadily crossed the realm of gods and reached the unfathomable realm of immortals." ”

"I don't believe that I don't know martial arts, just with the pavilion master's ability to follow the wind and clairvoyance and strategize, I have also crossed the divine heavenly realm." Fan Xiaokuai stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks: "Let's go, go back to Xichu!"

The figures of the two disappeared above the line between heaven and earth.

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"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts......" Li Yuanhao shouted loudly, twisting his head, not daring to look at the bleeding arm.

"Li Gongzi, does it hurt? Is Linlang's hand heavy?" Lu Linlang asked with concern.

Jiang Yeqing let out a long sigh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Zheng Fengshen, a brocade robe, died on the shore, a sword through his chest, everyone sailed to Li Yuanhao's side, put down the rope, and rescued Li Yuanhao from the capsized boat onto the merchant ship, Li Yuanhao's arm was cut out, and there was faint blood overflowing, Jiang Yeqing couldn't help nodding, pointing to the wound, and exclaimed "Man", Li Yuanhao looked down at his arm, and the ghost cried wolf howl, "Ah, I'm injured!" As if afraid of bleeding too much and dying.

Lu Linlang hurriedly used scissors to cut open his shirt, revealing Li Yuanhao's entire arm, took out the gold sore medicine, and was about to put it on, when Li Yuanhao shouted ghostly, and the mighty posture of picking up Wanjun boat with a rod and piercing the brocade robe with a sword just now was in the sky and on the ground.

Jiang Yeqing snatched the gold sore medicine and applied it to the wound fiercely, and Li Yuanhao's earth-shattering wail and cry of pain sounded on the merchant ship.

"Shut up, manly man, what is this pain, endure it!" Jiang Yeqing said angrily, he finally pretended to be a hero, and he didn't know how to start and finish well, even if he broke his arm and lost his teeth, he couldn't bear it, how could anyone be as unproductive as him, but, then again, just looking at the arm, this Li Qingyuan and Li Gongzi are quite ...... White.

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, the emotion is not that you bleed, and the knife didn't cut your body. Li Yuanhao complained in a low voice.

She was embarrassed to cry, because she saw Lu Linlang crying so much that she became a tearful person, and the two cried together in front of everyone, and it was easy to be laughed at when she said it.