Against the madman, no tactics are useful unless they kill them with one hit.

With Zhao Tianlun's current agility value of six points, the gap is obvious compared to this masked man, even though Zhao Tianlun's swordsmanship is exquisite, but in the face of this crazy person who intends to exchange injuries for injuries, he can only secretly hate.

Use "Dugu Nine Swords"?

No!

This is the best opportunity to practice actual combat!

If you're going crazy, let's see who's crazier!

Sinking down, Zhao Tianlun fell into a state of mind without waves, Zhao Tianlun's rationality at the moment was seventeen points, more than three times that of ordinary people; The spirit value is twelve points, which is twice that of ordinary people; Compared to this masked man, even if there is a gap, the gap will not be too big.

You slash my arm, I'll stab you in the heart!

Zhao Tianlun ignored the masked man's slash to his arm, and the long sword stabbed straight into the masked man's heart.

If you want to die, let's fight hard!

You want to exchange injuries for injuries, and I will exchange injuries for injuries with you!

Zhao Tianlun's counterattack caught the masked man off guard, the so-called exchanging injuries for lives also depends on the situation, such a vital place as the heart, just one sword can kill him instantly, and what about hitting Zhao Tianlun's arm?

At most, it's just a serious injury!

The exchange ratio is not cost-effective, in the face of Zhao Tianlun's attack, the masked man had to retreat, because he was not really crazy, but his retreat gave up the initiative-

Sword after sword, each sword not leaving the heart of the masked man.

One sword chased the other, and three swords in succession forced the masked man out of the ring.

……

Standing under the ring, the masked man was helpless, because this situation was beyond his expectations!

"Your Excellency's martial arts are strong, why do you adopt such a lose-lose tactic?" Zhao Tianlun was puzzled, so he didn't have any sense of accomplishment in the face of the masked man, "Compete in martial arts, meet friends with martial arts, but Your Excellency's tactics are too much." ”

With a cold snort, the masked man jumped into the ring again, and with a single swing of his sword, he was about to attack.

"Wait," Zhao Tianlun shook the sword in his hand, "This is your second challenge, and you need to pay another ten taels of gold." ”

"I'll rub!" The masked man lowered his voice, burst into a foul mouth, reached into his arms, took out a hundred taels of silver tickets, and threw it aside, "Come again!" ”

Taking a step back, Zhao Tianlun gave up space, and the two sides confronted each other again.

"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is amazing, your fighting spirit is amazing, and your madness is amazing," the masked man rubbed the single knife in his hand, and a strange look bloomed in his eyes, "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach." Are we really old, and the current martial arts is your world? ”

"Your Excellency said with a smile," Zhao Tianlun smiled faintly, "Compared to Your Excellency, I am still far behind. ”

"Well, we don't have to compliment each other," the masked man raised his sword, "You are a master, and the greatest respect for a master is to give it your all, and in the future, I will not spare any more hands." ”

Zhao Tianlun frowned: "The leader is smart." ”

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The masked man strode forward, like a tiger descending from a mountain, the wind was surging and unstoppable; The long knife broke through the air, like lightning piercing the sky, unstoppable.

Zhao Tianlun suddenly realized that he didn't try his best, and the opponent didn't do his best.

In the face of the current masked man, Zhao Tianlun did not dare to hold it up, nor could he hold it up.

Without hesitation, Zhao Tianlun urged the mental method of "Dugu Nine Swords", consuming a little energy, Zhao Tianlun's agility, rationality, and spirit increased to 27, 37, and 32 points respectively, the lowest agility is more than four times that of ordinary people, and the highest rational value is more than six times that of ordinary people.

In the face of Zhao Tianlun, whose strength has increased sharply, the speed and power of the masked man's knife are not enough.

Stepping forward, Zhao Tianlun approached at a speed that shocked the masked man, his wrist flipped, and the long sword stabbed three inches into the masked man's ribs.

Damn it!

The masked man was shocked, he never expected that in the face of his first round of fierce attack, Zhao Tianlun's strength exposed was not even a quarter.

With a muffled shout, the masked man's feet exploded like a bomb, a pair of cowhide boots turned into endless shards, and a hole the size of a basin appeared in the solid ring.

With his feet firmly stepped down, the masked man used the power of the rebound to avoid Zhao Tianlun's fatal sword and dodge Zhang Xu Kaiwai.

The masked man is fast, Zhao Tianlun is faster!

Before the masked man could stand firmly, Zhao Tianlun had already come back to his body, and the three-foot Qingfeng stabbed straight into the masked man's throat.

Embarrassed and angry, the masked man had to retreat again, in the face of Zhao Tianlun's sword, he couldn't even lose both!

Zhao Tianlun came again, and the long sword was still pointed at the masked man's throat!

Holy!

The masked man was furious, and suddenly lowered his head and crashed into Sen Han's sword, judging from his position, the masked man wanted to bite Zhao Tianlun's sword with his mouth to create conditions for his counterattack.

Holy......

Zhao Tianlun was sweating wildly, he was using a sword that sharpened iron like clay, could it be that this masked man thought that his skin was harder than steel?

Holding a sword that sharpens iron like clay, Zhao Tianlun seems to have the advantage, but in fact, it is not, because in the competition, if Zhao Tianlun cuts the opponent's long sword, Zhao Tianlun will be judged to lose.

It can be said that Zhao Tianlun is fighting with others under the condition of tying his hands and feet.

Only in this way can you hone your true combat skills!

The masked man was willing to take risks, but Zhao Tianlun didn't want casualties in his ring, so he turned his wrist, flipped the sword on his side, and swept it away-

Bang!

The masked man snorted, and was swept by Zhao Tianlun's sword body, and his body involuntarily rose into the air and fell out of the ring.

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Whew!

Three figures swept past and pounced on the masked man who had fallen to the ground.

Oh, and helpers!

Zhao Tianlun fixed his eyes and saw that these three people were not masked, one young man and two middle-aged people, but the color of their facial skin was inconsistent with the skin of their wrists, and it seemed that these three people were also disguised.

The Murong family?

Zhao Tianlun suddenly had this thought in his heart, the master who appeared in Hangzhou in the Tianlong World was the Murong family, how did they make a move?

"Wenwen, are Murong Fu and his four generals now participating in Hezhuang?" Zhao Tianlun hurriedly contacted Liu Wen, "Is Azhu with you?" ”

"We're shopping," Liu Wen replied quickly, "I don't know about Murong Fu's situation, what's going on?" Have you met a master? ”

"Well, a master of making a single sword, his fighting style is like crazy, like a mad dog, and he even uses his teeth," Zhao Tianlun smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for the fact that I have experienced nearly 10,000 actual battles during this time, maybe I would have suffered a loss." ”

"It's really not good, you can lose," Liu Wen thought for a while, "If a strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, we can't be considered a strong dragon." ”

"Lose? Why lose? Zhao Tianlun snorted coldly, "There is no main god here, if the main god lets us lose, that person has to bow his head under the eaves, but now let me lose, I can't do it." ”

Liu Wen was choked by Zhao Tianlun's words, and also lost her temper: "Then it's up to you, but if you can be merciful, Murong Fu is also quite pitiful." ”

Murong Fu is pitiful, brother is even more pitiful!

During the exchange between Zhao Tianlun and Liu Wen, the disguised young man suddenly raised his head, and his cold gaze shot directly at Zhao Tianlun, Zhao Tianlun was not to be outdone, and glared back coldly-

What's the size of an eye?