Seeing the strange man who suddenly appeared walking towards him step by step with steady steps, Zhou Chen stared at each other tightly with a pair of eyes. This is a very ordinary middle-aged man from the outside, dressed monotonously and plainly, and his body does not show the slightest momentum, similar to the ordinary middle-aged people he meets on the street, which makes people feel the slightest sense of crisis.

The unscabbarded sword on his shoulder exuded a powerful momentum that was very different from his image, and it looked like a tattered little beggar holding a million in cash, which was very out of tune, and made people worry that such a good sword would be snatched away.

But the man walked forward step by step with steady steps, and without even looking at the bloodstains and corpses passing by, he could guess that this person's appearance seemed ordinary, and his cultivation was definitely not weak. That is the ability to easily hide cultivation, which is not to be underestimated.

"You killed Han Ba?" Walking to a place five meters away from Zhou Chen, Uncle Qiao stopped and asked as if chatting about home.

Zhou Chen was stunned for a moment, until the burly man died, and he didn't know his name;

"It's a man with a broad sword. Looking at Zhou Chen's puzzled face, Uncle Qiao smiled and said. His smile is ordinary and clean, with no emotion in it, and it seems to be just a polite, friendly smile.

"I killed it. For the middle-aged man in front of him, Zhou Chen didn't have the slightest disgust, nodded and admitted.

"Nice, nice offspring. Uncle Qiao smiled again and praised.

His praise for Zhou Chen was like the praise of the elders for the younger generations, and his voice revealed satisfaction, relief, and joy, which made the praised person happy from the bottom of his heart. Zhou Chen has never met this kind of opponent, he feels very kind, not like an opponent at all, but more like a senior teacher.

"To be able to duel with a person like you who has advanced cultivation, presumably Han Ba will die without regrets. Uncle Qiao's voice revealed a faint sadness and said.

"He gave me the broadsword. In the face of such a kind person, even if it is an opponent, Zhou Chen still can't put it in a hostile position, and he doesn't hide this matter without concealment; but thinking that he was caught by Mei Xia that night, and later locked up in an underground cell, he doesn't know where the wide knife went, Zhou Chen looked apologetic and said: "It's just that I failed to fulfill my promise to him and didn't protect the wide knife." ”

"Since Han Bao gave you the wide sword, it is yours. ”

"Understood. ”

"Look at your future life is really good, but people often can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, today you and I are inevitable, if I die, please accept my sword." Uncle Qiao's tone changed, he became very serious and serious, as if he was talking about something extremely important to him.

Zhou Chen's eyes looked at the sword on Uncle Qiao's shoulder again, it was indeed a good sword, extremely sharp, and the sword body faintly exuded a powerful sword aura.

"I don't have a weapon. My dagger wasn't protected either. ”

Zhou Chen was a little ashamed in the face of the other party's sincerity, but he was captured that day, not only did it happen to Zhou Wuyan, but even his dagger was taken away by that cheap woman.

"Zhou Chen, you...... Your dagger is mine. Zhao Xuan'er looked embarrassed, quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and said apologetically: "That day, the master gave me this dagger, I originally wanted to return it to you, but I forgot it for a while."

Zhou Chen took the dagger with a surprised face, and without thinking too much, he pulled the dagger out of its sheath and said, "If I die, please accept my dagger." ”

"What a sharp weapon. ”

Uncle Qiao fixed his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim.

There is a desolate dragon hidden in this dagger, and he heard the desolate dragon reveal that the demon blood in his body is his savior, and the demon blood in his body is the previous messenger of the First God Sect, Qi Shoutian, this dagger must be refined by Qi Shoutian. Qi Shoutian is an immortal genius, and if he can find a way to hide the desolate dragon soul in the dagger, then this dagger is definitely a supreme treasure.

Zhou Chen was not surprised that Uncle Qiao praised him like this, but Uncle Qiao could see the strangeness of this dagger, and he was definitely a person with advanced cultivation.

This battle seems to be a dead end.

"Let's get started!"

Uncle Qiao said lightly, slowly took down the sword on his shoulder, and shook it gently, the long sword made a "Chengcheng" sound, and the sword qi spread around, and it was really a good weapon.

Zhou Chen held a dagger, put on a defensive posture, and said with a serious face: "Let's start!"

When Zhou Chen finished speaking, Uncle Qiao's figure moved.

Fast.

Soon.

It was like a gale, and it arrived in front of Zhou Chen in an instant, and the long sword in his hand also danced lightly, carrying a fierce sword aura and stabbing towards Zhou Chen. Zhao Xuan'er, who was standing behind Zhou Chen, was full of horror, and forgot to retreat for a while, completely dumbfounded, a person's speed can be so fast.

It's like a ghost.

Just as the long sword in Uncle Qiao's hand stabbed, Zhou Chen also moved, guessing that the other party's strength was profound, he has always maintained a state of high mental concentration, after the tempering of the blood drink beads, his eyes can not only see the ghost, but also his vision has reached an unprecedented high.

With reliable eyes, he could still only capture Uncle Qiao's illusory figure.

Because Uncle Qiao's speed is too fast.

Even if his eyes were tempered by the beads of blood, he couldn't see him acting like this.

But I saw him draw his sword.

A very sharp sword, a very fast sword, a very domineering sword.

It's almost like it's sweeping everything.

Zhou Chen's face was solemn, and just as the long sword stabbed at his chest, the dagger in Zhou Chen's hand had already resisted it.

"Bang"

The dagger suddenly resisted, hitting the top of the opponent's long sword, making a crisp sound, but Uncle Qiao's sword was too fast, even if it resisted like this, it was half a minute late, the sword was struck open, and the tip of the sword slashed along Zhou Chen's chest.

The tip of the sword is very sharp, and it is like sharpening iron.

A sword slashed, Zhou Chen didn't feel the slightest, looked down, only to find that the clothes on his chest had been torn apart, and a very thin and shallow opening oozed a little blood, which seemed to vaguely touch the dermis of the skin, and was affected by the sword qi before bleeding.

"What a fast sword. Zhou Chen couldn't help but praise.

"I have to say that your speed is very fast, and ordinary first-class masters can't catch my sword. Uncle Qiao praised sincerely.

The onlookers were stunned, they couldn't believe that there was such a fast sword in the world, and almost all of them didn't see how Uncle Qiao made a move, and when the sword stabbed at Zhou Chen. Feng Mingchao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had a hideous face, such a fast sword, he didn't kill Zhou Chen, this guy's cultivation is really high, fortunately he came to call Uncle Qiao this time, otherwise there would be no way to kill him.

"This sword will be more powerful, you have to be careful. Uncle Qiao reminded him indifferently, and said in a low voice: "Lingxi sword." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Chen felt a powerful sword qi rushing towards him, as if he was in a plateau where the cold wind was raging, and one after another sword qi was like a virtual ice blade attacking towards the attack. The exposed skin seemed to be cut by the sword qi, which made people feel cold.

What a sharp sword aura.

What a powerful swordsmanship.

-- The Dividing Line --

(I like Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng very much, and this battle is written according to the feeling of the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City.) I hope you enjoy it. ）