Chapter 1018, the battle between men and men!

One inch long, one strong. An inch short, a risk.

When it comes to ranged attacks, Jesus' soft sword definitely has the upper hand. Moreover, the soft sword is wonderful in a 'soft' word, its sword body is as soft as silk, the strength is not easy to master and use, and it must be highly concentrated in jīng, qi and spirit when practicing, so it is a highly difficult type of swordsmanship in the type of sword weapon.

However, once learned, the power is endless.

Jesus' sword was given to him by his friend swordsman before his death, and he usually used a golden pistol as an attack weapon, and rarely used cold weapons - but that doesn't mean he didn't know how to use a sword.

On the contrary, he is also a kendo master.

The tip of the sword bounced off like a poison that had been devoured.

But Jesus had already taken precautions, he did not retreat, he threw his head back, and his left hand clenched into a fist and exploded.

Whew――

Seeing Jesus' fist stretched out, the golden boy's clenched fist opened instantly, like two people playing rock-paper-scissors, and he suddenly transformed the stone into cloth - of course, Jesus came out of the stone.

He was going to wrap the stone in a cloth.

Of course, this is indeed what he thinks.

Because his gloves are specially made, he can scrap the opponent's fist as soon as it enters his palm.

Although Jesus had never fought with the golden boy, he knew the purpose of the opponent as soon as he made a move—the necessary quality of a master to anticipate the enemy.

The other party changed his moves, and he became faster.

Whoosh -

The body took a step back, and the straightened soft sword trembled again Wei Wei's straight stabbing golden boy's face, and the tip of the sword shook non-stop, as if he couldn't find the target.

However, the sparks that shine make people know that this is definitely not easy to deal with.

One sword and two flowers, the first entry.

One sword and three flowers, enter the house.

One sword and five flowers, swordsmanship is a masterpiece.

At least, the golden boy was already feeling a lot of pressure.

He knew that it was not that the tip of the sword could not find the target, but that the owner of the sword had not thought of finding the target at all.

Because his goal is his whole face, and no matter how much he dodges, he can follow-

The golden boy retreated sharply, and the long sword followed him.

Wow, wow, wow,

The golden boy is fast, Jesus is faster.

The long sword in his hand did not leave the golden boy's face, and he also subconsciously raised it upwards - directly to the golden boy's eyes.

Click――

There was the sound of a branch being trampled on, and the golden boy's backward left foot stepped into the air.

Any small mistake is fatal.

Knowing that his opportunity had come, Jesus swung his sword and drew a circle on the golden boy's unbalanced chest.

The golden boy panicked, and actually held the sword in his hand.

Boom -

The palm of the hand and the blade of the sword collided, making the sound of gold and iron intersecting.

The Golden Boy's gloves turned out to be iron, too—or a substance similar to iron.

Jesus pushed forward with his sword, but the golden boy held the sword in both hands and prevented it from moving forward.

Moreover, this sword is a soft sword.

The two sides exerted force from both ends, and the sword body began to deform.

Soon, the slender sword took the shape of an oval, an irregular ring.

"The famous Jesus is nothing more than that." The golden boy said with a smile squinting his eyes. "Use a gun. We're really competing. Don't worry, I'm not going to deal with someone you want to protect - he'll have someone else to entertain him. ”

"The emperor's eight generals are nothing special." Jesus' handsome face also exuded a charming smile, and he looked at the equally handsome and handsome man in front of him with a smile, and said, "The same is true with the sword." ”

"Then—" Before the golden boy could finish his words, he held the soft sword in one hand and grabbed Jesus by the neck with the other.

Jesus roared, and his blond hair flew in the wind.

Choke-

The internal force was injected, and the soft long sword suddenly became straight.

The tip of the sword passed through the golden boy's palm and stabbed directly into the golden boy's chest.

What does it mean to make steel, and turn it into a finger wrapping soft.

However, being able to turn a soft sword into hard iron requires a strong attainment.

And Jesus did it.

At this moment, he is no longer just Jesus, he is also a Buddha.

Caught off guard, the golden boy had no way to retreat.

Because after the repeated retreats just now, he had reached the edge of a cliff-

The ghost was stunned.

I was completely stunned.

No, maybe not the beaten, but the frightened, frightened.

How can anyone keep up with their own speed? How can anyone catch their tracks so easily?

He stood stupidly, not knowing what to do.

"How did you do that?" The ghost figure stood in front of Qin Luo and asked stupidly.

In the past, every time he attacked, he would quickly return to his original position after missing a hit.

This time, however, he apparently forgot about this good habit.

Smack-

Qin Luo slapped him in the face again, and said with a sneer: "What's your business? ”

If you don't beat him, who will you beat?

Qin Luo was so angry that he asked such a difficult question.

If he knew, of course, he wouldn't have told him—but he himself was puzzled.

This situation is very special, just like the clear and clear feeling when he learned the fifth needle of "Taiyi Divine Needle" to enter Garbo's brain domain.

It was as if the whole world suddenly opened up, and everything became clear to his eyes.

Even with his eyes closed, he could clearly see the ghost's movement.

Moreover, he didn't move as fast as before, just like an ordinary person-

It was very difficult for Qin Luo to deal with the speed of the ghost.

However, when dealing with an 'ordinary person', Qin Luo's big slap was thrown neatly.

Angry.

It's really completely infuriating.

The ghost has never been insulted like this, no, shame.

Never.

It used to be a shame for him to fail a mission, but now he was slapped by a doctor.

"You must die." The ghost activated its body again.

Velocity.

He pushed his speed to the limit.

Only with his blood can it be washed.

And, in his heart, he secretly thought-

If the man and the two women in front of him were all dead, wouldn't no one in this world know about him being slapped?

(PS: The text written in a hurry when someone is out of town on a business trip.) This chapter is a bit short of words, and I will add more later. Sorry, sorry. ）