The four of them lunged in all directions at the same time, then clung to the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Where they were standing just now, there was a loud bang and a deep crater was blown out, more than a meter deep.

Goethe, on the other hand, had already jumped out of the wall and disappeared into the streets.

Plans failed!

Han Xue and the others walked out of the forest, looking at Goethe's back, Han Xue said: "It is indeed very powerful, if we hadn't been prepared, he would have succeeded tonight, fighting alone, none of us are his opponents." ”

"We still can't afford to slack off, because he could be a killer." The cautious side of the sword wolf's personality is revealed.

Han Xue nodded and said, "That's right, tonight, we will wait for him until dawn, for him, time is the most precious, but in my opinion, he should go to the boat to save people now, he has no choice!" ”

"Let's hope he actually goes." The sword wolf was very confident in Zhao Bing, and said, "If he goes, he won't be able to leave." ”

The four of them soon disappeared into the shadows.

Han Xue walked into the villa, she was wearing a black leather coat, and the fight just now made her sweat all over, and she looked a little tired.

"You can go to sleep." Han Xuedao.

"Are you alright?" Luo Bing asked with concern.

Qin Lin also handed over a tissue and asked Han Xue to wipe her sweat: "Has he been here?" Killed? ”

"Let him run." Han Xue said: "However, he was injured, and this time, he had no way to escape." ”

……

The fishing boat was on the shore, there was a thick white fog in the distance, the sky was about to dawn, the moon was gone, and a trace of fish belly was already showing in the east, but everything was still hazy.

Zhao Bing sat cross-legged on the deck, his eyes closed, and an iron sword in his lap.

The iron sword has no blade, giving it a heavy feeling.

It's not sharp, but it doesn't matter.

This is a sword that Zhao Bing specially went to the nearby suburbs to create, the sword is very ordinary, but it is a sword after all.

learned from Liu Jian that Goethe would use the ancient sword technique to destroy the soul eighteen slashes, so Zhao Bing prepared this sword.

He is to be upright and use his sword to overcome the other's sword.

You must tell the other party a truth, Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, you are a foreigner, don't think that you can crisscross the rivers and lakes after learning a few ancient martial arts techniques.

Suddenly, Zhao Bing's eyes narrowed, he stood up, walked to the string of the boat, looked at the calm sea, and suddenly swung a sword.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, suddenly rising, the river was surging, the water surface was churning, as if it had been blown by a cannonball, the waves exploded, and it rose more than ten meters high.

A figure burst out of the water from the bottom of the water, jumped high, and then flashed a knife in mid-air.

There was also a surging sword qi, slashing straight towards Zhao Bing.

Zhao Bing snorted coldly, and the iron sword swung again, and a sword qi was generated, colliding with the sword qi in midair.

The air was torn apart, and there was a bang, and the man in black had already landed on the deck, but he was forced by the sword qi to retreat more than ten steps again and again, and then he stood firm, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

With a sword, Zhao Bing injured the other party.

The man in black was none other than Goethe.

"I think it's ridiculous that your woman says you're the smartest man in the world." Zhao Bing said lightly: "Because no matter how smart you are, you will be calculated by me, so you have thrown yourself into the net." ”

"Where's she?"

"Just now, I killed her, in the cabin." Zhao Bing said coldly.

Goethe's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You Chinese people, are you all so dishonest? ”

"If he hadn't tried to run away, if he hadn't tried to kill me, maybe he wouldn't have died, and now it's okay, you're all dead, at least you won't be involved with your son, he can live, this is already my greatest mercy."

"I'm going to kill you." Goethe's word for word.

Zhao Bing said, "Do you know why I'm telling you this?" ”

Seeing that Goethe was silent, Zhao Bing asked and replied to himself: "Because since you appeared, you have been destined to be killed by me today, not that I can't kill you, but I am really too lazy to look for you, I have to say, you are very good at hiding, but now that you have appeared, what is the point?" ”

"You're too confident." Goethe said coldly: "Do you really think that you will eat me?" You will get retribution, and the people around you will die tragically one by one because of you, and I swear, I will kill them all. ”

Zhao Bing sighed: "I met many people, and they all said they were going to kill me, but I am still alive and well, and they have been dead for a long time, which shows that this world still has to speak with strength, without strength, it is empty talk, isn't it?" At least I'll give you a fair chance to fight, or I'll put a few gunners here, you've been beaten into a sieve by now, so don't think about running away, there's no point, and I won't give you this chance. ”

"Do you think I'll run away now?"

Goethe said with some despair: "If you kill her, then I am destined to fight you to the death today!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Goethe rushed over and swung his knife with a single sword, and the sword was like a rainbow.

It seems that he is really going to fight Zhao Bing!

Zhao Bing's eyes were glazed, he didn't dare to be careless, and he also waved his hand with a sword.

The swords intersected, and Goethe was shocked and flew out, but Zhao Bing was stunned.

And it was this stunned effort that Goethe's toes connected the dots on the ground, but they rushed to the strings of the boat.

"You're really going to run!"

Zhao Bing sneered, his single sword was on the ground a little, his body rose sharply into the air, seven or eight meters high, and a sword qi came out of his sword, and the air was squeezed to both sides, blocking Goethe's way.

Goethe knew so well that he did not continue to jump into the sea, but retreated violently.

The ship's strings were shattered by the sword, and the sky was full of wood chips, many of which were splashed on the sea.

Goethe was indeed good, and when Zhao Bing made a move, he jumped into the sea again.

He landed his feet on a plank, and then slashed into the water, and the plank carried him, like a sword off the string, far into the distance.

Zhao Bing smiled bitterly, he could only catch up, fortunately, there were enough planks, he stood on a plank at random, did the same, and with a swing of his sword, he chased after him.

The originally calm sea surface became boiling because of the intervention of the two, and the waves were like tides, and from time to time there were sword qi and sword qi intersecting.

The two of them were already far away from the fishing boat, but in fact, it was only a few minutes before Zhao Bing caught up with Goethe.

At this time, it was far from the shore, and it was too late to escape, and Goethe's heart was ruthless, and he stopped.

The two were no more than ten meters apart, looking at each other.

"You're really boring, didn't you say you wouldn't run away?" Zhao Bing scoffed.

Goethe didn't explain, he just stared at Zhao Bing, and there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

"I also want to see your Eighteen Soul Destroying Slashes, it just so happens that I also know some ancient martial arts, and I also happen to learn a set of swordsmanship, today I will let you understand that Huaxia martial arts are broad and profound, not that you, a yellow-haired ghost, can learn its essence!" Zhao Bing raised his sword and pointed at Goethe obliquely.

Goethe was silent, but his murderous aura grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, Goethe moved.

Since there is no way to escape now, then you can only fight to the death.

And people like Goethe, if they really want to fight to the death, are actually really terrible.

"Are you really going to fight me to the death?" Goethe said in a deep voice.

"You're not worthy, I just want you to see the real Chinese martial arts." Zhao Bing pursed his lips.

"Okay, then do you dare to go ashore with me?"

Zhao Bing smiled: "You won't run away again, right?" ”

"I can't escape anyway, it's better to fight to the death, there is still a glimmer of life." Goethe said: "Actually, when I came to China this time, I was originally looking for you to compete with you, and I didn't think you would be able to win me." ”

"Alright, let's go ashore." Zhao Bing didn't care.

Goethe said yes, slashed at the sea, and shot away from the shore.

Zhao Bing followed behind him and did not fall far behind.

Soon, the two were ashore.

It's a wide road, but it's a little dilapidated, it looks like it's very old and no one has repaired it, it is estimated that it was left over after the reroute, and there is a thick layer of dust on the ground, and there are potholes everywhere.

Zhao Bing had just landed, and Goethe had already suddenly rushed to kill.

I have to say, he is insidious.

Fortunately, Zhao Bing was prepared and never relaxed his vigilance.

Zhao Bing's iron sword has big ups and downs, which is the same as Liu Jian's swordsmanship, that is, it goes straight and straight, and there is nothing fancy at all.

But each sword is so powerful that Goethe's moves can't be used at all.

Every move, only halfway through, he had to defend and retreat.

The tiger's mouth was numb, and his arm was painful, Goethe was shocked in his heart, he never expected that Zhao Bing's strength would be so great.

The swordsmanship used by Zhao Bing seemed to be born to restrain his Eighteen Soul Destroying Slashes, so that his exquisite moves could not be used to his fullest.

After a dozen moves, Goethe fell into danger and was in danger.

But Zhao Bing took the defensive at this time and did not attack again.

Goethe was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Zhao Bing suddenly took a defensive position, but at this time he didn't have time to think about it, because this was an opportunity.

Eighteen slashes to destroy the soul, the sword destroys the soul, the sword wind is whistling, the power is amazing, one knife after another, the clouds are flowing and the water is used coherently, without the slightest pause.

It's just that no matter how he attacks, Zhao Bing can always deal with it calmly, and he doesn't even touch the corners of Zhao Bing's clothes.

Dozens of moves have passed, and the Eighteen Soul Slashes have been used three times, but there is still no effect.

The more Goethe fought, the more frightened he became, the more frightened he became, and the fighting spirit that he had accumulated with great difficulty slowly disintegrated.

He glanced left and right a few times, ready to wait for an opportunity to escape again.

But at this time, Zhao Bing suddenly laughed: "Eighteen Soul Slashes are indeed good, but it's a pity that you have only learned the surface, now, let me teach you!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Bing's move changed immediately, no longer taking a defensive position, using a sword as a knife, and the first slash of the eighteen soul destroying slashes was suddenly cast.

Goethe was taken aback, and he naturally recognized this move.

But what shocked him was that the same move, Zhao Bing used his sword to perform, and he didn't feel jerky at all, and even more powerful than when he used it.

Bite!

Goethe was so shocked by the knife that he almost collapsed, his arm hurt even more, the tiger's mouth began to bleed, and his body was knocked back more than ten years by the knife.

Zhao Bing didn't give him a chance, and the second knife had already been used in a row.

Goethe retreated.

One knife after another, Zhao Bing unleashed seventeen knives in a row.

Every knife is shockingly powerful.

Goethe retreated continuously, never breathing, and the ground was dusty, leaving a large sea of dust behind them......

At this time, Goethe's tiger's mouth was bleeding nonstop, his arm could barely lift the knife again, and his entire arm had been fractured.

Burst!

Goethe spurted a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Bing roared: "The last knife!" ”

Goethe's pupils constricted, his heart was cold, he tried his best to clench the knife, gritted his teeth to meet it.

Yes!

With a scream, Goethe's whole body flew up.