Jia Xing took off the heavy sword he was carrying on his back early and held it in his hand. Unlike Zhang Lingdao's big sword, the sword in Jia Xing's hand could be called a heavy sword, if it weren't for his tall and burly figure, this sword could even block his body.

Zhang Lingdao immediately judged that he couldn't go head-to-head with the person in front of him, otherwise his ten lives would not be enough for others to kill. He immediately put the greatsword back on his back and took it out of his backpack.

It's not that you can't fight with a big sword, but if you use a light sword, his reaction speed will be more sensitive and fast, and he will have a better chance of winning.

Jia Xing is different from the Liu Dake he met before, one is strong on the outside and a cadre in the middle, and it is useless to hold a mace, and the other is strong and can dance the heavy sword in his hand vigorously.

Jia Xing raised the heavy sword in his hand, and did not rush forward immediately, but cautiously circled around him, his steps became more and more steady in the circle, and the sharp momentum seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Zhang Lingdao held the sword, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't named the sword in his hand yet! But now that I think about it, it doesn't seem too late to choose a name at this time.

He looked at the blue and blue light of the sword in his hand, and suddenly had an idea, "Look at the light you bloom, blue and beautiful, why don't you call it Qinglin, how about it?" ”

The sword in his hand trembled as if he heard this, as if in response to his statement, Zhang Lingdao was overjoyed, and said that the sword has a spirit, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Boy! Fight with me, dare to be distracted, it seems that you really don't want to live! Jia Xing walked around him, and found that the disciple of the Eight Desolations who was still confronting him seriously before, suddenly became interested in the sword in his hand, and actually no longer paid attention to him, but studied the sword in his hand.

Of course, he couldn't let go of this opportunity, the loud shouting in his mouth was just to disturb Zhang Lingdao's mind, and he had already fled to another direction and suddenly attacked.

Zhang Lingdao raised his head suddenly, a fine light flashed in his eyes, "What I'm waiting for is that you do it first!" ”

Although he pretended not to care about the guy in front of him, and he was distracted by naming the sword in his hand, in fact it was all his plan.

In the face of a guy wielding a heavy weapon in his hand, he couldn't be the first to move, because the large weapon was wielded at will, and he attacked desperately.

If you are touched by such a weapon, it will be thanks to you. Therefore, he must wait for a time for the opponent to attack first, and only when that person attacks for the first time can he detect the opponent's flaws and kill him with one blow.

Yes! Kill in one hit! He has no interest in a stalemate with this guy, and he doesn't have time to grind him to death slowly, either if he doesn't make a move, or if he shoots, he will be fatal with one blow!

Jia Xing is like a rhinoceros that has gone crazy, but it has a sharpness that rhinoceros can't avoid completely, the sword in his hand is incomparably sharp, and it has endless and powerful power, it seems that it can split all the endless obstacles in front of him.

Zhang Lingdao seemed to be stupid by him, and stood in place in a daze, without the slightest movement. He naturally thought so, the heavy sword in his hand was wielding, and he seemed to be able to imagine the pleasure of being chopped in half by him with a knife!

He even poured all his internal qi into the knife in order to kill with one blow. I have met some disciples of the Eight Desolations, and those people are very tenacious, even if they have been cut a few big holes in their bodies, they can struggle to get up and continue to move.

He had suffered such a loss, of course he would not keep his hand again, and as soon as he stepped out, his body rose into the air with the weight of a giant sword, and then slashed down heavily, Zhang Lingdao's body was already close in front of him.

But at the moment when his sword move came, the figure in front of him suddenly flickered, and the guy who seemed to be scared stupid actually disappeared!

He was still in the air, and suddenly he was dumbfounded, and the people in front of him were gone, so who should the knife in his hand be aimed at?

He blinked hard, wondering if the phantom had been an illusion, but when he opened his eyes again, there was still nothing in front of him, as if there had never been anyone here.

The man was already in mid-air, and all the power had been poured into the knife, of course he had no possibility of stopping, he could only try to protect his body, and then slashed towards the ground.

When his knife just landed, there was still no sound around, Jia Xing slowly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the guy was frightened by his great strength and ran away.

Thinking of this, the tense muscles in his body finally relaxed, and at this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his left abdomen.

He lowered his head in a daze, and found that the sturdy armor on his body had been pierced by a blue-blue sword, as if it had pierced a piece of paper, and his body did not feel anything at all.

A large amount of blood poured out of his abdomen, and he tried to cover his wound with his hand, but unfortunately the sword was withdrawn at a rapid speed, and more blood was carried out of the wound by the sword.

This is not the most terrifying, what is even more terrifying is that along with the sword, it was taken out of the wound, and there was a short kidney.

For people in the martial arts, it doesn't matter if they are bleeding or injured, or even if they have broken arms, but once their kidneys are threatened, they can't even raise the slightest strength, so they can only be slaughtered.

Jia Xing lay on the ground in despair, looking at his already somewhat dried blood, in just a few minutes, his blood had been drained, and he struggled and shouted, "You...... Don't get complacent too soon! Quicksand Gate ...... I won't let you go! ”

Zhang Lingdao didn't listen to him say much at all, such cruel words, he had only debuted for so long, and he had heard it I don't know how many times.

If you don't have enough strength yourself, what if you have a background behind you? You can't even save your own life, how can you be afraid of the people behind you? But it only adds to the joke.

He slowly wiped the sword in his hand, of course, there were no superfluous traces left on this sword at all, only the beads of blood that slowly flowed down.

In such a long confrontation time, he actually only did two things, and it was very simple to say, that is, dodge and draw his sword.

However, these two things are easy to say, but they are not so easy to do. It was also the first time he had tried to do so, and it seemed that he was doing a good job.

He had to pretend that he had been scared stupid, so that Jia Xing could let his guard down, and then he had to find the right opportunity to dodge, not early, not too late.

If he took it away, Jia Xing would definitely be alert, and then quickly escaped, if he dodged too late, facing a knife falling from the sky, he estimated that he would not have time to dodge, and he would be hacked to death.

Therefore, he needed to leave the moment Jia Xing jumped to the top of the air, so that he could lose his strength and have to continue his previous behavior.

When he disappears from other people's field of vision, it's very simple, quietly hide around, and wait for the guy in front of him to come down, a sword!