The old ghost pinched his nose behind me and sang, "Shoot when it's time to shoot......"

I sang with the old ghost: "Wind and fire in Kyushu, ......"

The two of them sang as they spoke, and the faces of the four people in front of them suddenly turned dark, and they squinted their eyes and said word by word: "Are you looking for death?" ”

At this moment, I have put the bloody knife into the sheath, grasping a painting tube that students in the Academy of Fine Arts often carry, and the person walks forward, saying that he is looking for death? Who can give me death?

My words were a little too irritating, and the man who had been chanting the mantra next to the burly girl finally stopped and suddenly came up and slapped me violently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This palm was very exquisite, and the field between me and him suddenly emptied, as if it had collapsed. Then the darkness spread rapidly towards us, and there seemed to be infinite power tumbling in the quiet darkness.

When the palm of his hand was pushed not far in front of me, he moved the power of the dantian abruptly upward, and his mouth was like a spring thunder, and he roared sharply: "Break!" ”

With a roar, the power burst out with the sound, like a cannonball.

At this time, the surrounding Qi field collapsed, and I had no choice but to face a battle.

The other party dares to be so arrogant, not without reason, not to mention anything else, just this means. It's enough to be in awe.

I know that the opponent is not easy to deal with, and if I don't pay attention to it, I may still be here to make a mistake, and realizing this, I began to become cautious, knowing that the leper head just now was just the last of the five, and it was estimated that he specialized in some miscellaneous work, such as killing a mouth or something.

The group of people in front of me is the real opponent worth paying attention to.

Seeing the other party's heavy slap slap like a cannonball, I didn't hesitate, took a deep breath, and then slapped it back.

What I used was the most domineering and fierce stele wrestler among the thirteen layers of great spers.

This method is dedicated to masculine strength, the number of the mountain to lift the top of the hero, to the rigid to the rigid, to the male to the male,-for-tat, pay attention to one word.

Dry.

you!

Bang!

Without any accidents, the two sides suddenly fell together, the other party was not a cultivator in the pure sense, and when he slapped this palm, he seemed to have absorbed some natural power, which made me feel a surging force coming towards me.

But the other party is a powerful character, and I'm not a weak person, I've experienced so much life and death, and all kinds of strength are fused into my body, and I'm strong, where would I be afraid of this person?

A muffled sound sounded like a bell, and both of them took two steps back, and the man's face showed a strange look, and he didn't hesitate without any hesitation, after removing all the pressure, he turned his palm and said loudly: "Come again." ”

His belligerence was strong, and it was the first time I had faced the Northwest Heroes, and I was full of pride.

I pulled out the disguised blood knife and said loudly, "Use the knife below." ”

"Swordsman?"

The man looked back, and the eight-character Hu smiled hesitantly, and said Mao Yima, you are the only backbone of our Northern Xinjiang swordsmen who has the hope of catching up with and surpassing the king of Northern Xinjiang back then, and you are still afraid of this kid?

This Mao Yima laughed, saying that he was not afraid, but he didn't expect that someone would dare to knife in front of me.

He said calmly and domineeringly, then nodded at me and said yes. Come on, I will use a knife too.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a long knife flew out of the darkness.

The blade of this knife is somewhat wide, wide in the front and narrow in the back, showing an inverted triangular shape. There is no tip of the knife, but a blunt opening, and the front is made of meteorite iron with strange patterns, which is very heavy.

I have heard this kind of knife before, called a wide-mouth knife, very heavy, a simple one has twenty or thirty pounds, and it needs to be wielded in extremely heavy proportions.

And seeing the momentum of this knife, I estimate that there should be a lot of materials added to it, no less than fifty catties.

Fifty pounds, not to mention wielding such a weight, even if it is lifted, it is a little difficult, but in the hands of that hairy horse, it is as light as a feather.

Master, the other party is not bad.

Mao Yima is not a strong man, quite the opposite. Among this group of people, he is the leanest one, and his face is full of the unique wind and frost of the Northwest man, which makes me feel like the captain Yuan Lang in "Soldier Assault", with sharp eyes.

Compared with others, he was also a little excited. After weighing it for a moment, he shouted, "Come! ”

With that, the man stabbed up like a cheetah.

Seeing that the other party's momentum was like a rainbow, I didn't lose heart at all, but put my finger on the blade and swiped it lightly, and when I saw that the other party was about to rush to me, I shouted: "Come out, Saladin's Blade!" ”

A majestic blood light shot straight into the sky, and under the lingering red light, I also slashed out that knife.

The other party's broad-mouthed knife collided with the Saladin Blade that I had unsealed.

Bang!

It's still a duel of strength and power, and on the surface, the opponent's blade is wide and broad, occupying an absolute advantage, but as soon as my Saladin's blade appeared, it immediately stabbed the dog's eye of others.

The two sides struck each other heavily, and the power that surged out from the blade of the knife was the thousand-year-old essence of Saladin's blade, and Mao Yima was unable to withstand it, and directly retreated four or five steps in a row before he stabilized his body.

He shouted with a stunned expression, "What kind of knife are you, so weird? ”

I didn't explain to him, but swung my knife forward.

If you fight, you will concentrate on fighting, so why bother chirping?

Seeing my attitude, the man's face also became solemn, knowing that the person who dared to play with the knife in front of him was definitely not self-sufficient, but had real strength.

The strength to dare to fight.

When the two sides fought again, Mao Yima abandoned his advantage and did not win with a wide open and closed knife technique. Instead, he took a small knife all the way.

This way the knife technique is about skill, the competition is about guts, with a kind of courage to dance on the tip of the enemy's knife, to fight the enemy, a little careless, will be killed on the spot, but he just used that ghostly body to avoid all kinds of crises, and then from a variety of unexpected angles, stabbing towards my vital point.

He didn't fight for strength, but purely fought for the knife, which surprised me a little, but then I was ecstatic.

On the knife technique. I, a guy who started halfway, even if I learned the first-class swordsmanship and swordsmanship in the world, I really can't compare with someone like the other party who has been immersed in swordsmanship for most of his life.

It can't be compared, but I have an advantage, the first is that the unsealed Saladin Blade is not afraid to face each other head-on.

The second is that I don't know how to dance with the tip of a knife.

What I lack is only practical experience.

Now, he's given me a chance.

Without any hesitation, I fought with him, using delicate knife techniques, supplemented by the strange and unpredictable South China Sea turtle and snake skills, coupled with the "Suppression of Mali Mountain Wuxiangbu" that Granny Snake had just passed to me, and the two started a series of dazzling battles.

This kind of high-level competition, which is equal and can die at any time, makes me feel a hearty feeling that I have never experienced before.

The other party's attainments in sword skills are definitely above me, but when I integrate all the methods in my body and finally fight against them, it presents a wonderful chemical reaction.

Under the pressure of the other party's powerful external force, my performance actually began to approach perfection, whether it was the body technique, the knife technique, or the moment of breath transformation, there was an unprecedented high level.

This feeling is like opening up the second pulse of Ren Du, which makes me understand it all at once, and I am hearty.

The battle is still going on, and at this moment, I have gradually gained the upper hand with my rich heritage, but as the battle continues, there are also waves on the other side, because the blind old man finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed on the ground, and the mustache stepped forward, ready to arrest, but was stopped by the old ghost.

The man stood in front of the blind old man, and then said, "The battle on my brother's side has not yet been decided, do you want to make a difference?" ”

Bazihu was a little resentful, pointed at the old ghost and said, "You fake foreign devil dare to stop me? ”

The old ghost showed a reserved smile on his face, and said word by word: "I said, everything will be said when my brother is done." If you really don't want to wait, I can accompany you to fight. ”

The mustache's eyes narrowed suddenly.

After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice: "It seems that the two of you are ready to meddle in the end, in this case, you should not be the unknown person, report your name, let me also admire your prestige." ”

It's true that I'm famous with the old ghost, but it's in the eastern region, and it's not a good reputation, with a red bounty hanging over my head.

It's because of this that we don't even dare to mention it.

The old ghost didn't say much, just calmly stretched out his hand. He said, "Please! ”

After he finished speaking, he stunned the leprosy head in his hand, and then stood with his hands tied.

Seeing that things could not be avoided, he gave the fat-headed and big-eared monk a look, and then suddenly went up, holding his palms and slapped at the old ghost, the momentum was called a mountain and a sea, surging like a tide, and on the other side, the fat monk who put away the golden bowl also began to move.

He used the golden light on the golden bowl to consume the most difficult blind old man in the field, and after dying, he wanted to catch the blind old man while Mao Yima entangled me, Du Lao Er entangled the burly girl, and the eight-character beard entangled the old ghost.

They came here this time for only one thing, and that was the blind old man's demon pill.

He didn't look fat, but when his body moved, he was like a cheetah, and he was about to catch the target, but he didn't expect that in front of him, there was actually another graceful figure and stopped in front of him.

Ah, where is another one?

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