Chapter 273", the only scar was stabbed by his junior brother when he was practicing swords, and the stab was very shallow, only an inch.

"You can see you've been through a lot of battles." The Wudang disciple praised sincerely, "During the day, seeing that your sword skills are light and elegant, you should have also worked hard." "How did he know that most of Suomen's swordsmen are self-taught, maybe it's a broken knife book, maybe it's the instinct to fight on the battlefield, and very few disciples of the family will join Suomen and be a professional killer.

"Counting this time, it should be the forty-seventh time that I was born and died." The voice of the knife man was still a little trembling, and the sharp pain like the tearing of the wound made him a little dizzy, so he could only sit down slowly against the rock wall, and the knife was in his hand. "There is very little inheritance of Somen's swordsmen, which means that many people are like me, and they have the ability to fight on the battlefield."

"If it weren't for you today, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to walk into this cave alive." The tone of the Wudang disciple was very calm, maybe because of the fighting during the day, the matter of life and death suddenly became less frightening, maybe he could face it calmly at that moment.

"Hmm, your kung fu is good, and your foundation is better than mine." Suomen Swordsman glanced at this polite Wudang disciple, who was white and pure, his physique was not bad, and his basic skills were excellent. "But you lack a kind of momentum to break the boat, the most important thing on the battlefield is momentum, if you lose the momentum, half of the battle will be lost. But don't worry, it's good to see blood a few times. The Somen Swordsman stretched out his uninjured right hand and smiled kindly, but unfortunately the smile was a little ugly because of the pain, "Get to know the Suomon Silver Knife Breaker." ”

"Wudang faction Gu Shunning." The Wudang disciple hurriedly stretched out his right hand and held it tightly, "Please give me a lot of advice on the battlefield." Compared with himself, a recruit who has "never seen blood", the broken army that has killed more than 100 people is obviously more destructive.

"Hopefully we'll all make it back alive." Po Jun was suddenly a little depressed, even if he was alive today, what could he do? What about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow? Unable to find a large army, fighting a war of attrition with a small group of enemies, the devil knows which time he stepped on shit and was shot by a cold arrow.

"Definitely." The Wudang disciple has an almost worshipful trust in Dai Junchou, and he "I'm bothering you." "The broken army really doesn't have the strength to be polite, I don't know what kind of enemy I will encounter in tomorrow's fight, it is indeed a top priority to seize the time to rest, at least, I have to take this little guy of Wudang out.