Chapter 394: The Three Musketeers

Fang Xie took a mouthful of bloody spit, and his teeth were sour.

He had already seen Uncle Zhong's strange appearance, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately...... If Uncle Zhong was still a normal person, he might have fallen by this time. Although Zhong Bo's cultivation is still there, he is too sluggish and has no thinking. When the sword stabbed just now, Fang Xie bit it with his teeth, if Zhong Bo still had his own thoughts, he could just burst out the sword qi and open a hole in the back of Fang Jie's head.

Fang Xie stared at Zhong Bo and watched him rush over again.

The long sword turned into a light and shadow in Zhong Bo's hand, and the sword was no longer visible. The sharp sound that pierced people's brains came out again, and Fang Xie immediately felt suffocated in his heart. There was a sweetness in his throat, and there was blood surging upward.

The wind is sound and invisible

Although Zhong Bo has no thoughts, his moves don't need to think at all.

It's an instinct.

One of the four golden guards around Luo Yao, how could he be a weakling?

There are two means of attack in the return wind, the first is an invisible cyclone, and the second is sound. He disturbs the sanity of man with his voice, and kills with his whirlwind.

Fang Xie understood what was going on with the return wind, but he couldn't think of how to break it for a while. He already had a very keen sense of the changes in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and as long as those cyclones didn't sink in, there was no big problem. But the sound was too annoying to dodge, to avoid.

He raised his hand and hammered it on his chest, and the blood that was holding back came up.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and Fang Jie's sanity regained clarity.

He knew that he had to seize the moment of sobriety, so he didn't dodge and rushed forward to meet Zhong Bo again. Zhong Bo's body floated forward, the long sword was not in his hand, it floated around him and kept spinning. Fang Jie's feet stomped violently, and the explosive force directly stepped out of the ground into two deep pits.

The Chaolu knife in his hand slashed at Zhong Bo's head, and it no longer made any sense to pierce the heart of such a living dead.

Seeing that the blade was about to reach the top of Zhong Bo's head, Zhong Bo stretched his hand back and drew a second long sword.

This sword was the same length as the first, but twice as wide. The first handle is narrow, and this one is wide. This is a two-handed heavy sword, and its power is not inferior to ***.

When the bang.

The heavy sword and Fang Jie's Chaolu knife collided fiercely, thinking that they could directly cut off the heavy sword, but the heavy sword turned out to be exceptionally strong, and it was only broken open by the Chaolu knife. Fang Jie's arm was sore and numb, but Zhong Bo's body still rushed forward. He held the heavy sword in one hand, pointed forward with the other, and the narrow long sword stabbed towards Fang Jie's heart.

Fang Xie turned towards the Lu knife, and his wrist suddenly snapped, and he blocked the narrow and slender sword at an impossible angle, and then smashed it out with a punch.

His fists are comparable to weapons!

When the bang.

Fang Jie's left fist slammed into Zhong Bo's heavy sword, and the heavy sword was shaken backwards by the huge force, and Fang Xie took the opportunity to perch forward, and his knee slammed into Zhong Bo's lower abdomen. Zhong Bo didn't dodge or dodge, and after stabilizing the heavy sword, he slashed down at Fang Jie's head again.

Fang Jie's knee slammed into Zhong Bo's body, but it was like hitting an iron plate.

Fortunately, Fang Jie's body was harder than the iron plate.

Zhong Bo's body bent forward, his face twisted. But the heavy sword in his hand still fell straight down, and it was too late for Fang Xie to retreat.

So Fang Xie didn't retreat, he continued to move forward, his arms hugged Zhong Bo's waist and then exerted force upward, after picking Zhong Bo up, Fang Xie leaned back. Zhong Bo's heavy sword missed, and his body was picked up by Fang Xie and slammed into the ground as Fang Xie fell backwards. With a bang, his head slammed into the ground, and he smashed the grass out of a deep pit. After Fang Xie fell to the ground, his back turned as a fulcrum, and his two feet kicked heavily on Zhong Bo's jaw.

Zhong Bo's body was thrown upside down, and before he could get up, he was kicked upside down by Fang Xie and flew out. Half of his head was embedded in the grass, and when he was kicked out, it left a deep groove in the ground. The narrow long sword lost its command and fell to the ground, and Fang Xie slashed down with a knife while getting up, cutting off the long sword!

He leaned low, kicked the grass with both feet, and the place where he stepped was like a cannonball.

Zhong Bo's body fell over, and he immediately straightened up. It looks like a tumbler.

He was about to stand upright when Fang Xie slashed at his throat. If this knife is cut off, Zhong Bo's head will fly into the air.

Zhong Bo's heavy sword was still in his hand, and the narrow long sword was destroyed by Fang Jie.

He subconsciously raised the heavy sword to stop in front of his neck, and slammed the sword into the heavy sword, and the weapons intersected, stirring up a spark.

The heavy sword is strong, but it is far worse than the Asaka sword.

The sword once again left a gap in the heavy sword, which would have broken long ago if it weren't for the heavy sword. Fang Jie's knife was stuck in the heavy sword, and his left hand swiped back, pulling out the remnant knife hanging from his waist. Although the blood butcher knife is not as good as Chaolu, it is also a first-class good knife in the rivers and lakes.

The old cripple not only passed on the Fang Xie knife, but also passed on to him a sharp weapon to kill.

Although the bloodslaughter is short, this distance is enough!

Chaolu knife and heavy sword are twisted together, and Fang Xie can't withdraw the sword without drawing the sword.

The blood slaughter went straight to Zhong Bo's throat, and its momentum was like electricity.

But just when he saw that the blood slaughter was about to cut Zhong Bo's neck, Zhong Bo had another sword in his hand.

The third sword in the steel swordbox.

Very short.

If you were to make a strict distinction, it wouldn't even be a sword. It's too short, a foot up and down, and the blade of the sword can barely pierce a person's heart without removing the hilt. But because it is short, Zhong Bo draws his sword quickly and blocks it quickly.

The short sword and the Blood Butcher Knife collided together, and the arms of the two men were shaken and swung backwards at the same time. But obviously, Zhong Bo's sword speed was faster, and after the short sword swung out, it immediately stabbed back, and went straight to Fang Jie's heart!

Nakabeth had three swords

Known as the Three Musketeers

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If Zhong Bo hadn't lost his sanity, Fang Xie wouldn't have been able to fight for so long. Although his progress in the past two years can be described by the word god speed, he still can't compete with a master like Zhong Bo who has been cultivating for decades. Fang Jie's cultivation time is too short, it only takes more than a year.

A series of active attacks did not knock Zhong Bo down, and the biggest gain was to scrap the narrow long sword.

In Fang Jie's view, the attack of sound is even more irresistible.

The shape of Zhong Bo's short sword is also very special, the front is like a spoon, and the edge of the spoon is extremely sharp, and this is the first time I have seen a short sword solution of this shape.

But Fang Xie subconsciously felt that it must be very useful to use this short sword to cut the heart.

Even if Fang Jie's physique was very strong, he didn't dare to take risks without Dacheng. So he immediately stepped back, but Chaolu's sword was stuck in the heavy sword, and he couldn't retreat too far. But with a point back, he would have time to raise the Blood Butcher Knife to block. Zhong Bo's short sword slammed into Bloodslaughter, sending out a spark.

Fang Xie twisted to the side and pulled the Chaolu knife out of the heavy sword.

At this time, Zhong Bo's short sword stabbed again.

When he had a dagger in his hand, he looked exactly like two people when he didn't. Whether he uses a narrow long sword or a heavy sword, even if he doesn't have a sanity, he has the demeanor of a master enough. Each of his swords is magnificent, with stiff movements but full of style. But when he held the short sword in his hand, his movements immediately changed.

A sword is as fast as a sword, and one-third of the sword moves are actually going to the next three roads.

Fang Xie was immediately forced to hurry up, at this time, Zhong Bo seemed to have forgotten to use his internal strength, blindly fighting fast, Fang Xie retreated seven or eight steps away after a connection, and Zhong Bo followed him like a shadow. His movements are vicious and vicious, and there are no routines to speak of.

At this time, Zhong Bo didn't look like a zombie, but more like a ruffian who had gone crazy.

The sword move was too fast, and Fang Xie blocked more than twenty swords in a row before he barely withdrew. If it weren't for Zhong Bo's body being too stiff and inflexible, Fang Xie was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stop this serial assassination.

Fang Xie didn't know how much cultivation this person had shown at this time, but he was already the most powerful opponent Fang Xie had ever faced. When Fang Hate Shui alone, Fang Jie's red eyes suddenly appeared, and he relied on a potential that Fang Xie didn't understand to kill Fang Hate Shui. Fang Xie hated the water and hated the water, and Fang hated the water and killed many people, all of whom were Fang Jie's classmates. And Fang Xie and Zhong Bo had no contact, and there was no hatred in their hearts.

If that potential is forced out by hatred, then the solution that can't raise hatred can only rely on his own cultivation to resist Zhong Bo.

Fang Xie flashed back in his mind while spinning rapidly, thinking about how to deal with the enemy. It was at this moment that he suddenly noticed that Zhong Bo's gray eyes had been staring at his face, no matter where his sword pierced, his eyes had never left Fang Jie's face.

Fang Jie's heart lit up, and he suddenly understood something.

He jerked back and raised his arm to cover his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Zhong Bo's movements immediately suffocated, and the sword that stabbed at him paused in midair.

Fang Xie was suddenly overjoyed.

Zhong Bo has no sanity, all he remembers is his own face!

Taking advantage of Zhong Bo's efforts, Fang Xie knocked the short sword in Zhong Bo's hand away with a single sword. Then the knife was sent forward and stabbed straight into Zhong Bo's throat, and the heavy sword in Zhong Bo's hand subconsciously stopped in front of his neck, and the Chaolu knife and the heavy sword collided together again. Fang Xie took advantage of the fact that Zhong Bo's short sword was almost out of his hand, and the blood slaughter short knife slashed at Zhong Bo's neck.

Burst!

There was no blood, just a muffled sound.

The blood butcher's knife failed to cut off Zhong Bo's neck!

It's not that the blood butcher's knife isn't sharp enough, but it's careless. Subconsciously, it took a little bit of force to cut off the head, but he ignored that Zhong Bo's body was as hard as iron at this time. The Blood Butcher's Knife got stuck in Zhong Bo's neck, cutting off most of it. Zhong Bo's head was turned to one side, but he was still not dead.

A hint of fierceness suddenly flashed in his gray eyes, and his empty hand grabbed Fang Jie's heart straight. The hand holding the heavy sword also let go, and grabbed the back of the knife of the Asaka. Fang Xie was careless for a moment, and the Chaolu knife was taken away and thrown aside, and the blood butcher knife was stuck in Zhong Bo's neck.

At this time, Zhong Bo's palm was already slashing at his heart like an iron claw.

Fang Jie's eyes lit up, and his two hands reached forward to grab Zhong Bo's left and right hands respectively.

I have no weapons, and I fight my body.

What are you afraid of?

He grabbed Uncle Zhong's two hands and threw them outward, and with a click, both of Uncle Zhong's arms were broken. No matter how strong the zombie's physique is, it is still too far behind the solution. The muscle power of Fang Xie can exert force in a certain direction with the will, and the muscles can be exerted in any direction, and there is no other semicolon in this world!

Breaking Zhong Bo's arm, Fang Xie rushed forward and knocked Zhong Bo backwards with his shoulder.

Zhong Bo's body stumbled a few times but did not fall, and just as he was about to stand up straight, Fang Xie had already jumped up. His legs were wrapped around Zhong Bo's shoulders, and then he twisted Zhong Bo's head back and forth with both hands a few times before pulling it up hard!

burst

The half-lost head was actually dragged down by Fang Jie.

With a thud, both men fell to the ground at the same time.

Fang Xie rolled to the side and looked at Zhong Bo vigilantly. The headless body fell to the ground, hands and legs still moving wildly.

The head in his hand slowly closed his eyes.

Fang Xie let out a long breath, and then sat on the ground. Looking at the head he was carrying, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

And the headless corpse actually struggled to get up again. His limbs trembled, and he took a step and fell down again.

A black centipede-like bug crawled out of its broken neck and tried to burrow into the grass.

A wisp of energy came from the sky, splitting the worm in two. Fang Xie looked up and saw Shen Tian Fan flying from a distance like a Nine Heavens Fairy.

He smiled, unusually tired.