"You have to remember this moment, because it's hard to have it again in this life!" Qin Chuan stared at the scar-faced old five and said silently.

Scarface's lips twitched, gritted his teeth and said, "It's really interesting." At a young age, he was ashamed to speak out. The people I've killed are stacked much higher than you. The sun is shining today, and I will send you on your last ride. With that, he held the knife in both hands, stepped on the scorched earth under his feet, and rushed towards Qin Chuan. Look at this speed, it is much faster than that night.

Qin Chuan held the stick in his hand, but he was a little worried. When he fought with Lai Zige and others of the Evergreen Gang before, there was not much heaven and earth aura left in his body, and now he was fighting against Scarface Lao Wu in such a desolate place, which was really a bit of a big deal. Cultivators who do not have the synaesthesia realm of heaven and earth aura in their bodies are like ordinary martial artists, who need bloody battles with real swords and real guns. I really don't know how many years of heaven and earth aura those legendary martial arts cultivators should have accumulated for many years when they broke the river with one sword.

However, Qin Chuan figured out that if he couldn't solve the scarface Lao Wu, then there would be more trouble in the future. In particular, he also has a boss in the synaesthesia realm, if he is encountered, it will be more auspicious than good luck in the current Qinchuan realm. In that case, Scarface can only be left here, because only the dead will not speak.

Qin Chuan stabilized his mind, and between breathing and breathing, he gathered the heaven and earth aura in his body on the stick, and lifted it towards his head, blocking the scar-faced old five's momentum, except for a trace of scorched earth falling on the stick, not even a single knife mark was left.

Scar-faced Lao Wu hesitated in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the stick that Qin Chuan picked up casually was so powerful, although it had been burned into a charred stick, it was still very hard, and it was able to block his own blow. However, the scar-faced old five didn't hesitate any longer, took the handle of the knife and turned around, rolled on the ground, and began to cut towards Qin Chuan's footsteps.

I already knew before the fight that Qin Chuan's body was extremely strange, and if he wanted to kill him here today, he could only lock his retreat and fight with himself. Scarface Lao Wu is very confident in the cool knife in his hand, before looking for Qin Chuan, he asked the famous knife maker in Qingzhou City to re-quench and forge, and even added steel and other things to open the blade, as long as he was injured, it can be said that the knife is white bones, and there is no power to fight back.

Seeing that the stick in his hand was not damaged, Qin Chuan stomped on the ground, flew towards the stage of Chunmanyuan, hovered between several wooden pillars to avoid the cool knife behind him, and heard the sound of the wind behind him from time to time.

The scar-faced old five also went to the stage at this moment, constantly waving the cool knife, but he couldn't find Qin Chuan's track, let alone guess his foothold, he was full of anger, but he couldn't find where to send it, so he had to hold the big cool knife in his hand tighter, and chased after the young man in the shabby cotton jacket in front of him, but the distance between his bodies was getting bigger and bigger.

Qin Chuan dodged the cool knife while looking at the scenery on the stage, at the beginning, those who were full of spring in the garden won bursts of applause here, but now this place is barren, and there is no figure in sight, Qin Chuan is also full of emotion. When I was young, I often imagined that I could be in the stage, like a gentleman with a floating door, and there was silence below, only the rumors of the martial arts rivers and lakes echoed. Now I look at the wooden beams carved with pear blossoms, but there are things and people underneath.

Just when Qin Chuan lost his mind, the cool knife slashed from behind him again, mixed with the sound of the wind. Qin Chuan dodged and jumped towards the right side of the stage, this is where the orchestra team goes, and the gong suona was not lively at the beginning.

The scar-faced old five slammed and slashed directly at the wooden pillar, which was already a little burnt, and when he pulled out the cool knife, he fell towards the left side of the stage, except for splashing some scorched earth, there was no reaction. It's a shady place, and it won't attract anyone who watches the excitement, the two of them are like singing on the stage, and the two sides come and go, so it's not lively.

Qin Chuan stepped on the stone pier and walked towards the courtyard wall, and just when the scar-faced old five thought that Qin Chuan was going to escape, he hurriedly chased after him.

Qin Chuan dodged in the air, jumped backwards, and the stick in his hand was like a straight sword, directly into the eyes of the scar-faced old five, and its speed was a few points faster than the scar-faced old five's cold knife.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he could only strike first, his right hand held the handle of the knife tightly, and swung it directly towards the stick, no matter how hard Qin Chuan's stick was, but it couldn't compare to the cold knife that was tempered by fire and added to steel.

The two met in the air, and with a bang, the stick in Qin Chuan's hand was cut in two: "It's really a good knife, it's sharper than that night." When I looked at the wooden pillar earlier, I guessed that it was extremely sharp, but I never thought it would be so powerful. Qin Chuan was a few steps away from the scar-faced old man and praised from the bottom of his heart.

The scar-faced old five was a little panting, surprised that he hadn't seen him for months, Qin Chuan's skills were even deeper than before, the two sides fought for more than a dozen rounds, and his cool knife still didn't hurt Qin Chuan, but looking at his figure, it was vaguely a little sluggish, as long as he fought for a few more rounds, the unarmed Qin Chuan would inevitably have to fight with the cool knife with his bare hands.

The scar-faced old five stood on the scorched earth diagonally with the cool knife, and said with the whitened costume under his feet: "The knife is naturally a good knife." Most of the original one hundred taels of silver were used to refine this knife, and with such a large amount of capital, it was naturally somewhat effective. But I'm admiring you more and more, and I can't imagine that after months of not seeing you, you're even better than before. If you are given a few more years, you may reach the realm of synaesthesia, but it's a pity, it's a pity, pray that you don't meet me in the next life. ”

Qin Chuan held the stick that was broken in two, sensing the only remaining heaven and earth aura in his body, and couldn't help but think of what Lao Dao had said that some pills could nourish the heaven and earth aura, and even when facing the enemy, it could be recovered in time. The two people in Izumo Valley who met in the mountains and forests that day should have this kind of elixir on their bodies, but it's a pity that they forgot to take it at the beginning, otherwise they wouldn't be so embarrassed today.

However, Qin Chuan made up his mind, no matter what, he couldn't let Scarface Lao Wu escape today, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to be stared at all the time in Qingzhou City. Scarface is like a poisonous snake, spitting snake letters, not knowing when it will bite you. If it was Qin Chuan before, he would definitely think that it would be the best policy to go at this time, but since the old way left, Qin Chuan felt that he had suddenly grown up.

After resting for a while, Qin Chuan sensed the aura of heaven and earth in his body, if he fought with the scarface Lao Wu for a few more rounds, then there would be no aura of heaven and earth in the empty mountain and Danhai, and Qin Chuan would probably be difficult to get out of the Spring Garden. So I made up my mind and prepared to fight to the death.

The eyes of the two met, no need to say anything, one held a cool knife, the other held a wooden stick broken in two, and each rushed forward, in the once prosperous place, these two people splashed bursts of scorched earth, making the courtyard that should have been quiet a little lively.

The scar-faced old five took a cool knife, half-squatted and slashed at Qin Chuan's waist three times, the knife slashed at the vital place, Qin Chuan couldn't block it with his bare hands, he could only hold a stick to block it.

And when the scar-faced old five saw this, he was overjoyed in his heart, if it was about weapons, how could Qin Chuan's stick be able to resist it? Several knives were made in a row, and a piece of wooden stick in Qin Chuan's hand was cut away.

And without the wrapping of the aura of heaven and earth, the other piece of wooden stick seemed to have lost its vitality, and it was impossible to parry it at all. The stick first cracked, and then under the continuous chopping of the scar-faced old five, it was broken into two again, and Qin Chuan had nothing to cover except for his hands.

Scarface Lao Wu gritted his teeth, used the last strength in his body, held the handle with both hands, and slashed towards Qin Chuan's face with a fierce face, looking at Qin Chuan's frightened face, the handle in Scarface Wu's hand was getting faster and faster.

However, Qin Chuan seemed to be stunned, standing quietly in place and not moving, looking at the oncoming cold knife, his hands were never raised, which made the scar-faced old five hesitate a little, thinking that Qin Chuan was deceitful again.

However, at this time, the cool knife was only five inches away from Qin Chuan's face door, and as long as it could take Qin Chuan's life in the blink of an eye, the scar-faced old five didn't believe that Qin Chuan still had hole cards to keep until now, so he laughed and shouted: "Give me death!"

Just as the cool knife was only half an inch away from Qin Chuan, a wooden stick penetrated the heart of the scar-faced old five, and the big cool knife lost its power and fell down, scratching Qin Chuan's worn cotton jacket, and finally inserted it into the scorched earth. It turned out that this piece of wooden stick was the one that was cut off by the scar-faced old five before, and I didn't expect it to fly back at this moment!

"Imperial object, this is synaesthesia......" Scarface's old five glared angrily, and he kept spitting blood.

"You said that I will become a practitioner of the synaesthesia realm in the future, but it's a pity, it's a pity...... I am today!".

Qin Chuan gently patted the body of the scar-faced old five, he fell down with his eyes open, Qin Chuan covered him with a faded costume, and then prepared to jump over the courtyard wall.

However, he was weak at the moment, thought about it, opened the dilapidated door, and walked towards Pingyangfang while there was no one around.