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Han Yue squinted his eyes and looked at the curved and quite recognizable blade in the other party's hand for a while, and asked, "What is this......?" Schersch's scimitar? ”

"Seriously, you can name such a hard name accurately." Ren Shijing lowered his body, swirled the crescent-like scimitar in the air and swung it twice, bringing the sound of the wind to hunt, "I heard that you only have the specialty of Japanese swords. ”

"Young man, you don't know me as well as you think you do." Han Yue deliberately suppressed his throat, touched the non-existent stubble on his chin with one hand, and said deliberately, "This pronunciation means lion's tail in Arabic, and the transliterated name is usually like this." This was the weapon of the Persians in the past, and they usually held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. As a knife lover, my master seems to be able to do a little bit of this...... But with your posture, it looks like you're wielding a mountain opener. To put it a little more ugly, I don't know how you can behave such a classical martial art like a butcher who kills a pig. ”

"You say 'the butcher who kills pigs,' but it's not me who slanders you." The muscle lines on Ren Shijing's arms that almost squeezed out of his shirt looked quite oppressive, "Besides, unlike professionals like you, I just practiced casually with other enthusiasts when I was in military school." Later, I used a lot of all kinds of messy weapons, but I felt that such a simple steel bar was quite practical. Guns don't bring the beauty of the moment when an opponent's head is chopped off. ”

"I'm not averse to pigs, which have been my main dish for so many years. Speaking of which, it seems that you have not long expressed your disdain for cold weapons. Han Yue unceremoniously dismantled the stage, and at the same time waved the rib difference in his hand, which was only about half the length of the opponent's weapon, and there was a little helplessness in his tone, "I feel that I am at a loss in terms of tonnage and attack range...... Alas, try not to embarrass my master. ”

"Then admit it. Flash." Ren Shijing's movements didn't seem to be slowed down by his exaggerated physique at all, and he grasped the scimitar as easily as if he were pinching a sharp piece of paper.

In the competition in the military school, there are often seniors who are in charge of "observation" full-time, holding a long stick, with wide eyes and ready to separate the two who are gradually rising in the struggle. Although the two sides tend to use non-bladed weapons in this case, for special students whose comprehensive qualities are far beyond ordinary people, as well as special students who have their own blessings of various strange talents, it is also common for them to accidentally hang up the lottery once in a while.

However, there will be no "losers" in this game, because the losing one will inevitably become an ugly corpse.

After carefully estimating the other party's physique, Han Yue had no doubt that Ren Shijing could easily split a cow in half with a scimitar - after all, he was a strong man who could tear down the door casually.

It's a pity that there is only one rib left in the hand. Han Yue clenched the weapon with both hands, which was not much longer than a fruit knife, and put on a starting hand style that looked completely different from the previous routine.

He leaned forward, hiding the blade, which was particularly thin in comparison, below the hem of his coat.

Short kendo. It was so unpopular that even in its heyday, there were never many actual combat deeds, and even the most talented swordsmen rarely used it alone. Because this sword art is too picky about the user's quality and fortune, after all, the premise of swinging a fatal sword is to be close to the enemy.

"More important than power and speed...... It's the distance. Han Yue silently recited the trick passed down by Jiang Bonan in his heart, and then the smoke disappeared into the rain.

Han Yue's movements hardly brought any superfluous noise. Ren Shijing tried to roughly guess Han Yue's tactics from the position where he started, and chose to retreat again, almost sticking to the broken wall behind him.

Continuing to swing the knife in the air that looked rather nervous, the curved blade spun in a semi-circular arc overhead, only to be hindered by something pliable before being hindered.

Han Yue took off his obstructive shirt with one hand while running, and now only a cool black vest was left on his upper body. He suddenly exerted his strength, turned around and wrapped the soaked clothes in his hand around the blade of the opponent's knife, twisting it into a knot like a twist, and it was almost possible for Ren Shijing's scimitar to get out of control.

Ren Shijing, who is also from a professional class, responded quickly, and made people look at the sturdy arms that were almost a little greasy and slammed to the right. Han Yue had already stepped lightly on the broken wall in a few steps, went around to Ren Shijing's back and stabbed him in the neck, and then blocked Ren Shijing's backhand flat slash with his backhand, still slammed against the wall by the opponent's strange force.

The wound on his shoulder was torn in an instant, and the hidden signs in such close proximity had lost all meaning. The top priority is to get out of the range of Ren Shijing's astonishing reach. Han Yue grabbed a section of steel bar protruding from the broken wall with one hand, exerted force at his waist, and with the power of kicking on the back of Ren Shijing's knife, he actually threw himself up to the crumbling second floor with the steel bar as the fulcrum.

Ren Shijing seemed to sneer in his mouth, and then he actually ruined Han Yue's planned plan by hitting the wall with his back straight in the future. Han Yue, who had just barely found his balance, only felt a shake under his feet, and before Ren Shijing tried to directly drag his ankle and tear him off, he kicked down a large piece of broken brick to force the opponent to be distracted and parryed, and then jumped on the spot, like a gymnast specializing in uneven bars, he grabbed a longer steel bar from the broken wall next door and threw himself high again.

Ren Shijing's blade almost wiped the soles of his shoes for the second time. Han Yue stood on the steel bar and shook it from side to side, and through a "hiss" in his mouth, he subtly expressed his dissatisfaction with the enemy's overly advantageous height.

"It's embarrassing." Ren Shijing looked up at him.

At this moment, he only needs to jump high to take Han Yue's life, but Han Yue's ribs are completely impossible to reach him.

But before he could exert his strength, Han Yue actually fell straight down from the steel bar, stepped heavily on his shoulder, and barely avoided the arc of the scimitar, and at the same time used gravity to exert force with one hand, he pulled out the slightly longer steel bar embedded in the wall, and smashed it at the front end of the knife grid like a stick, and then used inertia to pierce the tail end of the steel bar into the wet muddy ground, and skipped over Ren Shijing's head again in an acrobatic pole vaulting posture.

Ren Shijing, who was numb from the tiger's mouth, quickly turned around and cut the bent steel bar in half.

The standard pole vault is only halfway done. Han Yue fell into the quagmire on his back, and rolled a few times before he barely stopped. Unfortunately, he had no time to pay attention to the sharp pain in his shoulder, so he gritted his teeth and rolled around again, watching the curved blade fall from his temple without blinking.

The distance is too close. Ren Shijing almost hung on his body to look down on him, and then drew his knife again, Rao is Han Yue barely dodged, and the entire shoulder blade was almost cut directly.

Han Yue's eyes were dilated for a second, and then he suddenly burst out and thrust his ribs into Ren Shijing's ankle.

The moment the opponent was relieved, Han Yue rolled to the side again, and struggled to stand up with one hand against the wall.

Ren Shijing is definitely worthy of the four big words of "rough skin and thick meat". Han Yue lifted the vest, as if he wanted to simply bandage it to delay blood loss. Ren Shijing had already rushed towards him with his feet in his hands, and he picked up Han Yue, who was covered in cold sweat, and threw it hard against a broken wall.

There was a heavy muffled thud. Han Yue only felt that the bones in his whole body seemed to be disassembled. Under the severe pain, his vision was white, and he could only vaguely feel a sharp gaze sweeping across his body.

Obviously, even the only rib difference has been taken off. Han Yue, who was standing on the side of the wall, laughed, and the blood in his throat spurted out with a violent cough.

Compared with the tall Ren Shijing, he was like a small animal huddled in a corner waiting to be preyed on.

"I didn't expect that." Ren Shijing's eyebrows twitched, and he pulled out the ribs with strength, and then threw them away, his tone was leisurely, "Although I don't have the ability to heal myself, my body is tough, even if I stand and let you cut it, I'm afraid you will feel strained." I know that you studied under a woman who did not go the 'power' route but the 'agility' route. It's a pity that in the face of people like me, it is you who suffer. ”

Han Yue was still covering his mouth and coughing, as if he hadn't caught his breath yet.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves." Ren Shijing walked crookedly, and although the wound on his neck was also bleeding, the whole person's condition was much better than Han Yue's. He slowly squatted not far from Han Yue, stared into the eyes of this legendary figure, and said, "Mr. Han, I didn't expect that I would have this day, right?" ”

“…… Even people like my master die at the hands of someone else...... What, what's more, it's me ......" Han Yue raised his eyelids weakly, without any focus in his gaze.

Ren Shijing couldn't hold back a few laughs, and when he came back to his senses, Han Yue, who was close in front of him, "disappeared" again.

He's nearby! Although the alarm bell sounded in Ren Shijing's heart, he did not hesitate to act.

Is this the so-called last resort? It's ridiculous.

knew that Han Yue couldn't be too far away from him, and he didn't have any weapons in his hands at all. Ren Shijing smiled and waved the scimitar again, but vaguely felt as if something was coming to him.

Han Yue kicked the wall again and took off the air, holding the two ends of the torn vest with both hands, and rushed straight at him in the gap between Ren Shijing's swing of the knife, wrapping the mass of fabric around the opponent's neck.

Han Yue pressed all his weight on Ren Shijing's back, and forced him to fall forward while pressing his hands back.

The neck bone on the verge of breaking is wailing wildly. Ren Shijing fell to the ground head-on suddenly, feeling that the bloodvessels on his temples were almost ruptured.

“…… But I don't want to die at your hands. Han Yue's voice buzzed in his head, "Tai...... The price has dropped. ”