Before I finished speaking, the short knife of Sanqifen had already arrived in front of Han Yi's abdomen, and I was about to pierce it, but Han Yi turned around magically, and the handle of the knife in his hand slammed into Sanqifen's shoulder.

It turns out that the knife he just made was also a false move!

Sanqifen was knocked on the shoulder by Han Yi with the handle of the knife, his body was crooked, he bowed his body and rolled to the side.

After he stood up, he touched his shoulder, and looked at Han Yi with fierce eyes.

Han Yi's face was indifferent, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand flipped violently, making a loud sound.

Sanqifen bit his lip and said with a smile: "There are two hits." ”

Saying that, he bowed his body, kicked the ground with his right foot, and pounced violently, the double knives in his hands flipped in the air, without the slightest feeling of dancing, as if mixed with a violent storm, roaring.

Han Yi's face changed, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand slammed and greeted him.

Obviously, Sanqifen's offensive this time was much more powerful than just now, and Han Yi's sword technique became more and more ruthless, and the two of them were a little difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for a while.

After about dozens of rounds, when Han Yi raised his knife to pick it back, the short knife of his right hand turned sharply and slid upward, directly taking Han Yi's arm.

"Jingle bell!"

The embroidered spring knife fell to the ground, and Han Yi grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and a trace of blood oozed from between his fingers.

The knife in Sanqifen's left hand flipped over, and as soon as it was sent, it was forced to Han Yi's neck.

My heart tightened, and I broke out in a cold sweat, but fortunately, his knife suddenly stopped when it hit Han Yi's neck.

Han Yi held his head high, his face was gloomy, but he said proudly: "If you say that you are good at martial arts, you can kill me." ”

Sanqifen smiled, put the knife back, and said: "My master told me, even if I win the Qingfeng knife, I must keep him alive, since he is gone, then I will transfer this favor to you, and then I will pass on this favor to you." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange smile, "The Wind Chaser that has never been defeated has failed this time, you have to remember it for a lifetime, I'm afraid that in the future, you will be like a waste." ”

Han Yi's face became very ugly in an instant.

A smug smile flashed across Sanqifen's face, and he turned to leave.

After he left, Han Yi stood in place for a long time, clenching his fists tightly with a sad expression.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly picked up the embroidered spring knife on the ground with his foot, held the handle of the knife with his left hand, the sword hit the ground, and his right hand didn't know when there was an extra flying knife, the flying knife was close to the arm, and the right arm smashed it on the embroidered spring knife.

"Khooth! Boom! ”

Two tones.

The embroidered spring knife was folded in half in the blink of an eye.

Han Yi threw the knife to the ground with a cold face, turned around and picked up his things and left, without looking back, and said to me: "I can't help you anymore, and I won't be worthy of using a knife in the future." ”

As soon as I heard what he said, I was anxious, looked at the broken knife on the ground, quickly chased after him, went to him, and persuaded him: "Brother Han, victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, and people who practice martial arts do not say that they are invincible in the world, you lose this time, maybe you can win him next time, I don't know martial arts, I can see it, you lose a pity." ”

Han Yi stopped, turned his head to look at me, with a huge sense of frustration between his eyebrows, and said slowly: "I can't win, my master lost to his master in this trick back then." ”

I was stunned.

Han Yi lowered his head and said, "It's not that I won't help you, it's that I really can't help you, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold the knife with these hands in the future." ”、

I instantly became nervous and said, "Did he hurt your bones with that knife?" ”

Han Yi shook his head and sighed: "No, what he cut off with this knife is my confidence in holding the knife." ”

With that, he turned and left.

I hurriedly chased after him and said, "Brother Han, although you lost on this knife, your master also lost on this knife, but have you ever thought about how you can crack his knife?" Or maybe you'll win if you change it a little bit. ”

Han Yi shook his head and continued to walk forward, saying that the set of sword techniques created by his master was already perfect, and if he changed that style, the power of the later moves would be greatly reduced.

I didn't stop, followed him closely, then frowned and thought about it, and said, "Brother Han, have you ever thought about it, maybe it's not the problem of the knife technique, but the problem of your knife?" ”

"Knives?"

He turned around and looked at me quizzically.

I nodded and said, yes, I observed very carefully, when you pick back because the knife is long, so the return is slow, and his knife is short, so compared to you, it is much more flexible, so he took advantage of half of the style, and fell behind, if you improve your embroidery spring knife, maybe there will be a different effect.

Han Yi frowned and thought about it after hearing my words, then sighed and said, "Maybe, but now victory is victory, defeat is defeat, I have already lost face to my master, and I will not have the face to hold a knife in the future." ”

I can't help but sigh a little emotionally, damn it, Han Yi is still a glass heart, and it is estimated that because his reputation is too great, he has never been defeated, so he can't accept it if he loses this time.

I said with a cold face: "Brother Han, if you really leave like this, you will never take a knife again in the future, that is the real shame for your master, the abbot master is right, your knife is indeed affordable and can't be put down, in your opinion, you take a knife, just to win, but never thought about how to make up for your knife skills in the competition, so after this battle, you don't even have the courage to take a knife, to be honest, you make me look down on you like this, you want to go, then you can go, I Wang Yu does not have this kind of brother who is not hard." ”

After saying that, I put my hands behind my back and looked at him, he lowered his head and wrinkled his eyebrows, as if thinking about something.

In the middle of the night, he turned and walked forward.

I sighed in my heart, very disappointed in him.

But after walking about ten steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at me, and said, "You said that a knife would work if it was shorter?" How much shorter is appropriate? ”

I couldn't help but grin.

After I went back with Han Yi, I did a simple bandage, and then I called Zhao Zichu and told Zhao Zichu about today's loss, and then the two of them began to discuss the three-seven point knife technique, asking how to defeat him.

When I saw him like this, I was glad in my heart.

In fact, what people are most afraid of is not losing to others, but losing to themselves.

About three days later, Wen Xiangru suddenly called me, saying that he was leaving here and going back to southern Jiangsu, and asked me to send him off.

I went with the big white legs, and he smiled with the big white legs and said, Yaoyao, if you want to go with me now, it's still too late.

The big white leg smiled at him and said, "Brother Xiangru, you remember what I told you, help me bring the words, he won't use it in the future, I won't see him, if you come by yourself, I will treat you well, you will always be my brother Xiangru." ”

Wen Xiangru smiled at her, shook his head a little helplessly, and then said to me, Brother Wang, take a step to speak.

The two of us walked aside, and Wen Xiangru said with his hands behind his back: "Brother Wang, if you quit now, it's still too late." ”

I smiled at him and said, "Brother Wen, I also advise you, if you quit now, it's still too late." ”

Wen Xiangru's brows twisted, a mocking smile crossed his face, and said, "Okay, Brother Wang, the road is your own choice, I hope you don't regret it." ”

Saying that, he turned around to leave, I quickly called out to him and said to him: "Have you ever thought about why that mysterious man is telling you this, he obviously wants to deliberately provoke a fight between me and you, aren't you also being used by him like this?" ”

Wen Xiangru smiled indifferently and said: "Of course I know what he means, but what I don't understand is that even if he wants to provoke me to fight with others, he should at least help me find an evenly matched opponent, I don't know what his intention is in looking for you like this?" ”

The sarcasm in his tone couldn't be concealed, and I wasn't annoyed.

He continued: "But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what his purpose is, when I get rid of you, I'll find him out and get rid of him." ”

After speaking, he smiled elegantly, turned around and left with three or seven points.

I looked at his back, squinted, and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

After about a few days, news came from the military division in my hometown, and I asked someone to inquire about Uncle Li's news, and Uncle Li's address had already been inquired.

I was immediately excited, and I found Uncle Li, and my father's identity and the cause of his death could be known.

I quickly booked a ticket and left for the capital the next day.