Shi Xuan jumped back to avoid the floating side kick of the bamboo pole man, and the long legs wrapped in armor passed in front of him, and the strong wind brought up blew up only half of Shi Xuan's bangs.

呲~~

The rubber on the soles of the shoes was almost smoothed against the ground, and the smell of burning rose, and Shi Xuan could already feel the warmth coming from the soles.

Shi Xuan glanced at the side of the back after landing on the ground, and his elbow slammed backwards.

Burst~~

Blood spurted out, and the thin monkey looked at his elbow that had broken his ribs in a daze, his whole body trembled, and a short knife as thin as a cicada's wings in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The thin monkey smiled bitterly, his body slipped to the ground, at this moment, he finally knew the gap, a martial artist wanted to kill himself, but he just raised his hand, and it was reasonable for the bamboo pole man to look down on himself.

"Heh~~ It turns out that I've always been just a clown...... It's so sad!"

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and the thin monkey muttered in a low voice, his vision becoming more and more blurred, and his mind felt like a mess of paste.

The eagle's eyes were slightly dark, and the murderous aura emanated from its strong body, and the noisy sounds around it became extremely quiet as if they were pressed to silence.

Although these onlookers are eager to get things bigger, but those who can survive in this environment are not stupid, although it is very good to watch the excitement and relieve boredom, it does not mean that someone is willing to set themselves on fire.

Five steps and three steps, the Fierce Eagle came to Shi Xuan in an instant, the tall figure blocked the sunlight, and the palm-wide ring-headed knife slashed down towards Shi Xuan's head, this knife obviously would not show the slightest mercy.

Shi Xuan's face was solemn, the sword of the Fierce Eagle could be described as powerful, although it was more than a step worse than the Blood Armor Mantis Arm Blade, but it did not mean that Shi Xuan could easily follow, after all, the gap between the broken katana and the Mozhu long knife was huge.

Shi Xuan glanced at the uneven blade, his knees bent slightly, and he chose to jump back to avoid it, relying on the katana in his hand that was about to be broken, Shi Xuan was not confident that he could block the fierce eagle, not to mention that there was a bamboo pole man next to him.

The mercenaries who were watching around saw the fierce Shi Xuan retreating, and immediately laughed, and even many people laughed at it.

"Wasn't the kid arrogant just now?

"If you're afraid, kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe the eagle will spare you for your mother's sake!...... haha."

"Haha~~"

Shi Xuan glanced coldly at the mocking guy, and the strong man suddenly shut up and turned his head away from his gaze.

Shi Xuan glanced at the bamboo pole man who pulled away from the side, about to avoid his sight, and took three steps back again.

Holding the handle of the knife firmly with both hands, Shi Xuan was considering whether he needed to take out the ink bamboo, although the ink bamboo long knife was too ostentatious, but if his life was gone, what would he do with the ink bamboo long knife? .

"Boy, hurt my brother, how do you calculate this account?"

The fierce eagle had an unkind face, and the tip of the ring knife in his hand pointed obliquely at the thin monkey lying on the ground, and the anger between his words was difficult to suppress, as if he had really suffered some great grievance.

Shi Xuan stared at the Fierce Eagle coldly, and did not speak, not because he felt that justice was in the hearts of the people, but that there was no need to talk nonsense at all, in the current situation, as long as the brain has not been bitten by a crocodile, he knows the truth.

No matter what Lie Ying says, he just wants to blackmail, since he has already made a move, there is no need to beep more, he will definitely not move his mouth if he can do it, this is Shi Xuan's style.

Fierce Eagle's face became more and more cold, there is no need to say much, sometimes attitude has decided everything, since the stunned young man in front of him still has nothing to fear after seeing his strength, then do it directly!

Fierce Eagle held the ring head knife in one hand, strode close to Shi Xuan, and waved the bamboo pole man with the other hand, and said in a deep voice.

"Break a hand, a leg!"

The bamboo pole man opened his confused little eyes, kicked the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body was like a vigorous cheetah, instantly surpassing the fierce eagle, and after going around an arc, he came to the back of Shi Xuan's side, with a cruel smile on his face, and kicked out.

The strong wind came from the side and back, the hair on the back of the neck stood upside down, although the bamboo pole man was thin and weak, but the power of the kick was definitely not worse than his long knife oblique slash, if he kicked directly on the neck, I am afraid that he would be able to enter the ground immediately.

With his legs bent slightly, his body sank, and Shi Xuan narrowly avoided the bamboo pole man's side kick, and then the katana slashed upward, picking the eagle's ring-head knife apart.

The moment Shi Xuan picked the ring head knife open, an indescribable sense of crisis came from the ring head knife, Shi Xuan did not hesitate at all, and opened his head sideways at the last moment.

Sou!

The palm-length spiritual power knife flashed away, and a knuckle-length wound appeared on Shi Xuan's side face, and blood oozed out.

Shi Xuan gasped, and the broken knife slashed obliquely to force the fierce eagle back.

Boom!

The vibration spread from the blade to the tiger's mouth, and the blood flowed down the hilt, although the fierce eagle was forced back, but Shi Xuan was not comfortable.

The huge force from the ring head knife shattered the tiger's mouth holding the knife, and the entire arm holding the knife was a little numb, and the nearly scrapped katana made an overwhelming crisp sound, and it didn't seem to be long before it could be scrapped.

Shi Xuan's eyes were gloomy, he didn't care about the wound on the side of his face, he didn't have much feeling for his face, it didn't matter if there was one more scar or one less scar.

The vortex in the sea of qi turned, and the light black spiritual power was released without reservation, quickly covering the silver-white katana, the katana looked as if it was covered with a layer of black iron, and the sharp aura could be felt through the air.

Fierce Eagle was forced to take three steps back by Shi Xuan and glanced at the katana, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that this katana was about to be scrapped, but the moment the black spiritual power covered the katana, the uneasiness that had been entangled in his heart just now swallowed the fierce eagle like a tide.

Dangerous!

The Fierce Eagle took a step back again, stretched out its dark red tongue and licked its dry lips, and after taking a deep breath, it no longer retained, and the white spiritual power also covered the ring head knife, reflecting the orange sunlight, dazzling.

Fierce Eagle knew that the source of the danger was the strange black spiritual power on this guy's body, and normally speaking, most of the martial artists' cultivation was dominated by the five elements.

But this does not mean that you can only cultivate the five elements of spiritual power, some unknown characteristics of the spiritual power are extremely weird, far from the ordinary five elements attributes can be compared, and the black spiritual power on this kid's body is undoubtedly one of them.

This makes the Fierce Eagle extremely envious, but there is nothing to be done, even if different martial artists practice the same exercise, because of different physiques, the final spiritual power characteristics are also different, although they can change the nature of spiritual power the day after tomorrow, but this kind of almost certain death attempt is only done by a real madman.

The pale black spiritual power on Shi Xuan's body, Fierce Eagle could feel that this was a metallic spiritual power, but the other party's spiritual power was obviously more than one level higher than his own, and the originally active white spiritual power was a little sluggish at the moment, and Fierce Eagle could even detect a trace of fear in the deepest part of the Qi Sea.

The Fierce Eagle took a deep breath, and then strode out, the ring head knife swept, and the blade covered with white spiritual power seemed to be thicker, but the swing of the knife was silent.

With this sword, Lie Ying had obviously exhausted all his strength, and from the moment Shi Xuan mobilized his spiritual power with all his might, he knew that this battle could only rely on himself.

Although the bamboo pole man is not weak, his fighting style is obviously restrained by Shi Xuan, with the sharpness of this black spiritual power, Shi Xuan can cut off the bamboo pole man's leg with just one knife, and the bamboo pole man is not only difficult to play, but even becomes his own weakness.

Shi Xuan looked at the blade that slashed like a white rainbow, although his spiritual power was not inferior to the Fierce Eagle, and it was far superior to the Fierce Eagle in terms of quality, but Shi Xuan did not dare to be careless.

Pride in battle is something that idiots do, as long as the enemy is not dead for a moment, the crisis is not resolved, even if it is blessed with spiritual power, the broken long knife is still broken.

Shi Xuan slashed out with a knife in both hands, and the trajectory of the knife was extremely weird, even if the fierce eagle stood still, it was impossible to cut the other party, after all, Shi Xuan's broken knife was only a blade less than seventy centimeters long.

Boom!

The blade close to the handle blocked the sweep of the eagle, looking at the ring-headed knife less than five centimeters away from his face, Shi Xuan's eyes flashed, his wrist turned, the blade slanted upward, and the ring-head knife rubbed a series of sparks on the katana, passing over Shi Xuan's head.

Looking at the Fierce Eagle in front of him who lost his center of gravity and was slightly flustered, Shi Xuan's face was expressionless, his wrist turned, and the broken knife burrowed into the Fierce Eagle's arms like a poisonous snake.

Puff~~

Blood splattered, and the long black knife cut through the heart shield on Fierce Eagle's chest like cutting butter, and after breaking through the skin, it pulled down, and a narrow wound appeared on Fierce Eagle's chest.

Hum!

The eagle's face is hideous, his eyes are becoming more and more fierce, and the blood may make ordinary people retreat, but for these mercenaries with their heads on their waists, blood will only stimulate their nerves, making these guys more fierce and more desperate.

The long legs kicked out violently, squeezing the air and letting out a seeping whimper.

Shi Xuan's eyes froze, and the pale black spiritual power gathered in his arm, and at this moment, it was too late to draw the knife to defend himself, his wrist was suddenly retracted, and then he held the handle of the knife and struck out violently.

Bang!

The hilt of the knife slammed into the calf bone of the Burning Eagle, and after a loud bang, Shi Xuan took nearly ten steps back, leaving deep footprints on this not soft ground.

Shi Xuan's back molars clenched, blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, the arm holding the knife couldn't help shaking, and the clothes on his chest were bright red, this was a broken wound.

There was no time to lament the enemy's decisiveness and ferocity, and as soon as Shi Xuan stopped, an afterimage attacked from the left.

Shi Xuan's face was pale, and now he couldn't raise his knife to block this situation, and the bamboo pole man quietly came to Shi Xuan's back with the help of the movement of the eagle's legs, just to wait for Shi Xuan to reveal his flaws.

If you don't have time to think about it or hesitate for a moment, you will be more dangerous.

For some reason, at this moment of life and death, Shi Xuan suddenly remembered the scene where Lu Yao took his side kick.

The body's reaction was far faster than the brain's calculations, the fingers were slightly curled, the pale black spiritual power was wrapped around the fingers, and lightning bolts poked out.

The pale black spiritual power fingers covered were like a red-hot soldering iron falling into butter, easily breaking through the pale yellow spiritual power wrapped in the calf of the bamboo pole man.

As soon as his fingers touched the calf of the bamboo pole man, Shi Xuan judged the sharpness of this kick, if he let it hit him without reservation, even a piece of black iron would have to be scrapped.

The fingers firmly buckled the leggings on the calves of the bamboo pole man, and suddenly lifted them up hard, the long legs that were originally going straight to Shi Xuan's head suddenly deviated from the direction, rubbing Shi Xuan's scalp and flying, feeling the strong wind that made people's scalp numb, Shi Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the moment the center of gravity sank, he pulled the leggings hard.

Tear and pull!

The black leg guards were torn off by Shi Xuan, the coarse cloth trouser legs were torn, and the string cut the muscles of the bamboo pole man's calves, dripping with blood.