Chapter Ninety-Two: The Old Man

As the capital of the Jiangbei camp, a martial arts master, all the martial arts are slashed out with blood, and it is the most powerful and mellow knife technique to kill, at this moment, Duan Zhong remembered the swordsmanship of his ancestors in his family to kill people, such a murderous aura was originally the same, he only hated himself for not being good at learning arts, and he was a half-level, but now he is really going to die.

The knife light flashed violently, the knife qi was boundless, Duan Chong had already closed his eyes, but suddenly felt a figure in front of him pounce over, and when he opened his eyes, it was Liu Qiang who gave up his life to save him, and the sword he held and Yang Lijie's machete were handed over in one place, only to hear a crisp sound, the knife broke, people flew, Liu Qiang spit blood, threw it out like a paper kite, and smashed it on the ground, this smash, smashed a big pit more than a foot deep on the ground.

This Liu Qiang's sacrifice for his life also made the blade of Lord Dutong slightly off, and this point was biased, so it brought a glimmer of life to Duan Chong, grabbed a handful of sand in his hand and sprinkled it in front of him, and used all his strength to roll to the side, only to hear a loud "boom", this earth-destroying knife looked at the ground on his side of an inch of the ground, and the ground immediately cracked out a knife and an inch of multi-style, more than a foot long, more than a foot deep, a big gap that looked terrifying, and Duan Chong's forehead was covered with cold sweat, I thought that if this knife was cut on my body, wouldn't the end be even more miserable than the five horses splitting the corpses.

didn't have to think about it, a dog rolled suddenly, ignoring the sharp pain from the wounds on his back and arms, he got up and ran backwards, and Yang Lijie watched Duan Zhong flee in a hurry, but he was not in a hurry, his eyes were full of banter, in the eyes of Yang Lijie, Duan Zhong was like a mouse being played with between the palms of his hands, and he was obviously this cat.

Hurriedly pulled a distance of more than ten zhang with Yang Lijie, Duan Zhong turned around and stared at the other party, facing a martial arts master of a section, no matter how far he ran, there was no point in running, and the reason why Duan Chong chose a distance of more than ten zhang was because Duan Chong needed a buffer time, a time that was enough for him to see the opponent's movements clearly, and this distance of more than ten zhang could barely meet this.

In the suburbs of the south of the city, Duan Chong naturally couldn't deal with Chen Shuai like the trap he had arranged in advance last time, because since the other party had already suffered a loss, this memory would always last, so Duan Chong didn't have much to rely on at the moment.

Looking at Duan Chong's nervous appearance with interest, Lord Yang Lijie's expression was correct, Duan Chong knew that the other party was finally going to make a move, and this time he made a move, there was absolutely no room for it, he held his breath, and saw a flash of cold light, and a knife light slashed straight towards his neck, and this distance of more than ten zhang finally brought Duan Zhong such a touch of vitality, and suddenly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, splashed countless water droplets from it, and threw it towards this knife light, and it also carried an extremely strong aroma, Duan Da shouted: "Look at the move!" ”

Sure enough, this cold light was suddenly stunned, and it seemed to be shocked by the water droplets thrown by Duan Chong, after all, Duan Chong's hidden weapons are countless, and many of them are in cow hair, and those who have fought with Duan Zhong are extremely jealous, and His Royal Highness has obviously also told Lord Dutong to be extra careful, but this is naturally only Duan Chong knows that what he threw out is a rose perfume with a mellow taste and no deception, just to fool people and buy a little time.

Taking advantage of the cold light of this meal, Duan Zhong suddenly turned over one by one, and then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled a throw of liquid, which was still very mellow.

This Lord Yang Lijie still realized that this was just a bottle of perfume, not some terrifying poison, and perfume had already become famous in Nanjing, and Lord Dutong was no stranger to it.

However, when this perfume Fang Fu splashed on his hand, he suddenly felt that his hand was burning with unbearable pain, which was enough to pierce his heart and lungs, and he immediately howled angrily, and the knife in his hand could barely hold it.

Duan Zhong was overjoyed, this perfume was mixed with his own painstaking special nirvana mysterious chemicals, sulfuric acid, in his "Crossing Treasure Book", Duan Zhong specially wrote down some extremely important physical and chemical methods. Although Duan Zhong is a liberal arts student, he still has some basic knowledge in junior high school, so after making some simple instruments, he roasted sulfur in a boiling furnace for a long time, and finally produced some sulfuric acid, the amount of sulfuric acid is not large, and the concentration is not high. Although it can't achieve the effect of corroding human bones, but it is enough to destroy people's faces, sulfuric acid is a thing that Lord Yang Lijie has naturally not seen, and it is normal to be hit, and Duan Chong's own self-defense method must always be constantly updated, in order to ensure that the opponent is traceless, and then he can better save his life. Although this method of sideways is extremely shameful in the eyes of Duan Chong's ancestor, it is still the only choice to sign up under the situation of the huge difference in strength between the two sides.

Lord Yang Lijie was still injured by sulfuric acid, so Duan Zhong chose to make a move, this little amount of sulfuric acid will definitely not bring too much trouble to Lord Dutong, at most it is just a small trouble, so Duan Zhong must seize the opportunity, the other party is a martial arts master of Duan Yi, with extremely strong strength, and in the face of absolute strength, Duan Zhong is a little small.

However, Duan Zhong immediately spilled another bottle of perfume, this is indeed a bottle of perfume, and it is not mixed with anything, after all, sulfuric acid is difficult to refine, but Yang Lijie didn't know it, so he still chose to dodge, and Duan Chong's chance was one more point.

At this moment, Duan Chong no longer thought about any crooked thoughts, but focused all his mental energy on this sword, and in just a few moments, Duan Chong suddenly thought of many things, thinking of the scene of daily meditation on the top of Cangshan Mountain, thinking of the scene of stabbing stones for nearly two months, thinking of the earth-shattering sword of the two peerless powerhouses on the sword wall, and thinking of the ...... that he had a little comprehension Sword Qi.

Yes, it is indeed the sword qi, the master is better than the sword, the sword does not arrive and the qi arrives first, often dozens of zhang away from the other party and kills people invisibly, and after the two strong men left a shocking sword on the sword wall, Duan Zhong also understood, this moment is the moment when the flowers bloom for a long time and bear fruit.

Suddenly inhaling a breath, Duan Chong's sword kneaded all the precision, accuracy, and strength of the swordsmanship he practiced on Cangshan, poured his blood, completely surpassed all his strength, and what burst out was really a murderous sword, roaring out at Lord Yang Lijie.

And this Lord Dutong, who had experienced a hundred battles and killed countless people, finally showed a look of horror in his eyes, and he never understood how a young man under the age of sixteen could use such an earth-shattering sword technique that integrates heaven and man, and this sword technique was enough to threaten his life.

And the true nature of a warrior is that the more dangerous it is, the more it can burst out with extraordinary power, so Lord Yang Lijie chose to use his sword to meet it

Hearing only a roar, the place where the blades converged emitted dazzling white light, like a thunderbolt descending from the sky, and the roar did not stop, which actually made everyone present stop fighting and stop to watch.

And after the strong light, a figure flew out, and this figure was heavy, and the other figure was standing in the light and shadow, his back was a little bent, but he was still standing, this figure was Lord Yang Lijie's.

Duan Zhong already knew that he had lost the moment his body flew out, after all, there was a huge difference in strength between himself and the other party, even if he burst out with two or three times more strength than usual, it would be useless, and his desperate approach, once he failed in one blow, he would no longer have the strength to fight again, which was equivalent to declaring his own death, the sword in his hand had been broken, and the knife in Yang Lijie's hand was only a small gap. Although Duan Zhong has never had such a lofty concept that the sword is in the person and the sword is dead, it seems that even if he doesn't want to, he has to face such an ending.

Duan Zhong stretched out his hand and touched his nose with difficulty: "Wow" spit out a mouthful of blood, watching the other party's figure get closer and closer, and finally showed an extremely helpless smile on his face.

Are you going to die, he let out a long sigh, maybe he had expected such a result, or because he was too confident.

Yang Lijie held the knife and looked at Duan Chong, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and also this trace of regret, appreciation was the swordsmanship that Duan Chong could use, and regret was because Duan Chong was about to die, and he still had to die under his own knife.

"Your swordsmanship is very good, you should be the apprentice taught by that old monster of your Duan family!" For Duan Zhengjing, the monster, the master of martial arts cultivation in the Great Liang, will have some understanding.

Duan Zhong smiled and nodded, as if what he was facing at the moment was not death, but calm.

Yang Lijie sighed: "You are a genius, so I don't want to kill you, you are still the apprentice of that monster, I don't want to kill you, but you still want to die!" As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, the sword in his hand was shining silver, and no one in the audience dared to step forward, completely intimidated by the momentum exuded by Yang Lijie.

However, at the moment when this silver light was about to fall, a figure fell from the sky, and another silver light flashed, only to hear a crisp sound, he had already picked up the big knife in Yang Lijie's hand, and then slapped it with a palm, Yang Lijie hurriedly took out his palm, but it was shocked more than ten zhang away, and the hand that took over the palm trembled, obviously the meridians were damaged.

And this figure was not tall, but a little emaciated stood in front of Duan Chong, protecting Duan Chong, it was such a simple Ichigo, which made Duan Chong feel that he couldn't die.

"You're finally here!"

The black shadow in front of him said "um", and glanced back at Duan Chong, his eyes were full of apologies,