Xin Bake made a few moves, and found that it was suddenly a little tricky, Yang Nan, who had been in a passive state at the beginning, seemed to be a different person, and he actually began to have a wave of counterattacks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This is not a good sign, Xin Bake wants to strangle Yang Nan's momentum in the cradle.

"Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance", "Wind and Grass"!

Xin Bake's figure was raised high, the long sword was flowing rapidly, the long sword in his hand was like life, up and down, the streamer flowed on the three feet, the sword intent was full, the sword qi was pressing, and the blow made Yang Nan's face hurt, the cold light was cold, and Yang Nan couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Danger! Be careful! Be careful!" Even Brother Wang, who was not skilled in martial arts, could see that the momentum of the "sick scholar" Xin Bake was stronger than before, and he immediately reminded Yang Nan.

"Not good!" Yang Nan secretly said in his heart, this Xin Bake is going to make a killing move! Yang Nan tried to open his eyes wide, pulled out a small kitchen knife, and the two kitchen knives were staggered, "Tianmen Cross Blade", firmly guarding Xin Bake's attack. The swords collided, sparks were struck, and Brother Yao Wang unconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"I was obsessed with reading books, but I was sick and disabled. In order to give up the pen and pick up the sword and connect the body, he fell into the text and did not answer the body, miserable, miserable!" Xin Bake ignored Yang Nan's defense in his eyes, his eyes were blurred like drinking, his voice was low and he confided his life experience word by word, but the sword in his hand was as fast as a sword, and a sword stabbed at Yang Nan like a sword.

"Wow!p!p!" In just two or three moments, there were many cracks on Yang Nan's clothes.

"It's not enough, it's not enough!" the sick scholar continued to mumble, his hands kept moving, and his steps did not stagnate, "I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword in my dream, and I dreamed of blowing the horn company camp." Look at the move!"

Yang Nan retreated quickly, beads of sweat on his face fell, his sword was so fast! Not at all, as he said, he was a person who was physically ill, and his movements were faster than those of ordinary martial arts practitioners! If it weren't for his sallow cheeks, who would think that he was a sick person?

"Don't smile, leave the long sword alone and lean on the blue sky!" The sick scholar lowered his head and wanted to speak, but the long sword stabbed out obliquely with a "poof", taking away a few strands of green silk between Yang Nan's forehead back and forth.

There were a few more stormy sword moves, and blood marks began to appear on Yang Nan's body and legs.

"If it goes on like this, if it goes on like this, if it doesn't get stabbed to death, it will be consumed by him. I have to take action!" Yang Nan's internal force operated, the internal force instantly covered the whole body, the whole body twisted, with extremely difficult movements, narrowly avoided Xin Bake's killing moves, I thought it was my turn to counterattack, and I was about to make a set of "Shaohua Knife Technique" to kill the Quartet, but before the starting style came out, it was pressed down by Xin Bake, this "thin scholar" swordsmanship is really weird, the angle is really tricky, the trajectory can not be found, and the angle can not be figured.

"Don't struggle, give up, the master who died under my sword is recorded in my book, there are already several copies, and it is your honor to add your name. Xin Bake continued to attack Yang Nan on his sword, and he also continued to stimulate him mentally.

Is it true that I am going to fall here today? Of course Yang Nan is not reconciled! He is willing to cut himself and dare to pull the emperor off his horse!

Yang Nan made up his mind, and saw Xin Bake draw a sword from a tricky angle, Yang Nan simply threw down the kitchen knife with his right hand, transported the internal force to the palm of his right hand, and reached out and grabbed Xin Bake's blade.

"You?" Xin Bake didn't expect Yang Nan to use his flesh hand to grab his sharp sword, he immediately turned around and drew his sword, but the blade was grabbed by Yang Nan and couldn't be pulled out.

Blood suddenly dripped from Yang Nan's hands.

"Are you crazy, let it go, or I'll cut your hand off with my sword!" he shouted. But under Yang Nan's internal strength, the fleshy palm was like a steel claw, firmly grasping the long sword, and he couldn't pull out the sword at all.

Xin Bake's face changed instantly, what is he doing here? Aren't you afraid of cutting off your hand? How sharp his sword is, he knows it clearly, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is broken, but Yang Nan does not feel any pain at all.

"Hehehe, it's my turn!" Yang Nan endured the pain, gritted his teeth in his left hand, held a small kitchen knife in his left hand, and a knife stepped forward, "Tianmen opens the mountain and slashes!" This knife is swinged, the angle is positive, the speed is fast, the power is great, if it is cut, it will bring a piece of meat.

Now it's Xinbake's turn to make a choice, whether to abandon the sword to protect himself, or would he rather take a knife and continue to stalemate?

Sinbak made the decision most people would make, to abandon his sword to protect himself.

Yang Nan smiled, enduring a bitter smile, he threw away the long sword stained with his own blood, "Now you have no blade, see if you have any other ability?"

"Madman, you're really a madman!" said Sinbal politely.

Yang Nan didn't wait for Xin Bake to finish scolding, waved his left hand, and bullied up, "It's really my turn now!"

Of course, Xin Bake did not dare to touch Yang Nan's weapon with his bare hands, so he had to rely on his flexible body to constantly dodge. Yang Nan's light skills are not bad, if you run to the left, I will chase to the left, if you flash to the right, I will block to the right, after a few times, Xin Bake's figure is always shrouded in Yang Nan's knife light. At this time, the "sick scholar" was in no mood to compose poems and sing, he was anxious, and there was only one thing in his mind, how to escape from Yang Nan's sword shadow.

I saw that Xin Bake's figure was short, his fists were forceful, and he hit Yang Nan hard, and his legs were forceful, wanting to run out. "Where to escape!" Yang Nan roared, seeing through his false moves, his chest carried Xin Bake's fists, and sure enough, the body was weak and weak, and the legs that wanted to escape were the real moves. Yang Nan stretched out his leg to hook Xin Bake's hind feet, Xin Bake only cared about escaping, and was hooked to the ground without paying attention.

"You...... Please, let me go! I won't arrest the man anymore!" Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Xinbake turned back and begged for mercy, and a handful of snot and tears on his face instantly remained.

"Let you go?" Yang Nan looked back at Brother Wang, who was still lying on the side, his eyes focused on the battle situation here. "I wanted to leave you alive, but now...... Go all the way!" Yang Nan's eyes closed, the kitchen knife was pulled horizontally, and Xin Bake lost his life.

It's not that Yang Nan is fond of killing, but the martial arts of the "sick scholar" Xin Bake are really powerful, with such an enemy, if he is left with a way to live, he will not necessarily let himself go when he falls into his hands in the coming days. With this in mind, Yang Nan categorically couldn't erect a powerful enemy for himself, and he had to prevent future troubles!

As a result, Yang Nan dragged his tired scars back to Brother Wang's side, "Brother Wang, don't worry, he is dead, and he will no longer endanger you." ”

Yang Nan comforted Brother Wang and bent down to pick up his big kitchen knife.

"Poof!"

A long sword stabbed into Yang Nan's body from behind.