The tip of the sword stabbed into Sean's left shoulder, and then pulled it out in a very short moment, bringing out a blood flower, but this flower was not very gorgeous, Sean's old body seemed to have much less blood in his body than that of a young man.

With a muffled sound, He Daoren slashed his sword in his chest and retreated!

Sean sat on the ground, his withered right hand holding a branch the thickness of a small arm, when He Daoren's sword stabbed before, he didn't know what technique this old man used, he actually gave up the empty door on his left shoulder, and at an impossible angle, he slashed the branch in his hand into He Daoren's shin.

The tip of the branch in his hand had been smashed to pieces, and the power of the stick could be imagined.

He Daoren only felt a sharp pain in his left leg, his face was already white, but at this time it was even more snow-white, his right hand was still holding the hilt of the sword, but his left leg began to tremble after receiving a stick.

He thought that relying on his super strength of Jiupin, it would be a very easy thing to kill an old man who was covered in old age and injuries and was sleepy and weak, although he knew that the other party was Sean, the terrifying Sean back then, and he was very well prepared for this, but he still didn't expect that this old man's shot was so elusive and weird!

............ Sean coughed twice and said, "My leg was broken by that kid surnamed Fan, so I have to hit your leg first, even if it keeps ......"

Before the words were finished, He Daoren swung his sword and went up again, the sword was like a swimming dragon, traveling around Sean who was sitting on the ground, at this time he had already let go of any contempt for the enemy, and dealt with it carefully with the mentality of facing a grandmaster-level master.

He Daoren's swordsmanship is completely different from the common schools in the world, it is said that it is inherited from a certain Hu person in Shanbei, as fierce as a dragon, but there is an occasional dilution in the meantime, but it is in line with the natural principle of the bitter lotus, it is said that after the sword was formed, he also once asked the bitter lotus, and benefited a lot.

And Sean only had a wooden stick in his hand at this time, and he was unable to move and sat in the city.

Rao is like this, but the branch in Sean's hand is like a letter of a poisonous snake, stretching around his body, occasionally stabbing out horizontal blows, and seeing the edge in the ghostly place, it makes He Daoren have only one way to retreat, but He Daoren's true anger gradually rises, the sword is possessed, and the air begins to make a buzzing sound, and the wooden stick in Sean's hand is invincible after all.

There were dozens of snorts, swords and sticks intersected, and the branches in Sean's hands immediately turned into countless wooden catkins floating in the air.

Sean reached beside him, grabbed a branch, and stabbed it diagonally from the right, breaking the sword of He Daoren's soul-chasing.

He came from the mountains and brought a bundle of firewood, but there was always a light on these wet branches.

............ I don't know how long it took, but the heat was getting hot at the end of the mountain road, and the sun began to spread its rays fiercely. Sean's tattered single clothes were all narrow openings in the east and west, and the blood in them was oozing outward, and there were several deep wounds between his chest and abdomen, and he could even see his flesh and blood torn by the sword, but at this time, the old man had lost too much blood, so these wounds were a little white.

Around his body, there was a dense layer of mosquito and fly wings and limbs, these insects who didn't know whether they were alive or dead smelled blood, but they were swept into the true power of the sword qi in an instant, and they were crushed into pieces.

Sean was five steps in front of him, He Daoren stood with a sword, a trace of blood appeared on his pale face, and the right hand holding the hilt of the sword finally showed a trace of trembling, and his rì was not happy, the black sè shirt on his body had already been chopped into a mess by the wet branches beside Sean, and the wounds on his body were everywhere, and what was even more terrifying was that there were still those fresh branches around the wounds.

"Come out, the kid surnamed Fan won't come. ”

He Daoren swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he didn't expect that this old man's desire to survive would be so strong, but seeing that Sean's death was imminent, the expected Nanqi people still didn't make a move, and he finally couldn't help but call his companions.

Sean's eyelids lifted weakly, glanced at the enemy who had been hiding beside him, and said: "Kuhe called these juniors to come, which is inevitably a little shameless for the old man. ”

The man approached silently, holding a scimitar in each hand, and the most terrifying thing on the surface of the knife was that there were many thin steel thorns, which looked like wounds on the body of He Daoren.

He bowed to Sean in silence and said: "Senior Sister Haitang sent Mr. Xiao back to Beijing all the way, because of His Majesty's strict order, so he can't do it. ”

Sean sneered: "Kuhe's apprentice and grandson, he really learned his set of bluffing things. On the surface, there is great benevolence and righteousness, but secretly there is great evil, just looking for a reason to kill me, why do you say so innocently?"

This person is the first disciple of the bitter lotus, the emperor's martial arts teacher Wolf Tao. He saw that Sean was talking about the family teacher, and it was inconvenient to say more, his wrists were wrong, and the two scimitars in his hands turned into two black sè rays of light, enveloping the top of Sean's head!

Sean suddenly let out a wild shout!

After nearly fifty years of practice, the pure internal force finally broke out at this moment, only to see him push his palms flat, and attack the wolf peach's sword wind in an impossible place, the palm wind is fierce, if he is slapped to death with these palms, he is afraid that the wolf peach's wrist will be shattered immediately.

Wolf Tao was silent, but with a twist of his wrist, the two sharp scimitars in his hands spun back very strangely, and the back of the knife hit the back of Sean's hand!

The two sneers sounded at the same time, and the back of Sean's hand was suddenly stripped of a layer of flesh by the steel thorns on the two scimitars, but at the same time, Sean's palms were also handed in.

At this time, Wolf Tao was still expressionless, and as soon as he let go of the handle of the knife with both hands, he pushed it over with both palms. After a soft sound, the palms of a pair of hands with an age difference of half a nail slammed together, this is not half a fancy, it is purely a competition of strength.

Wolf Tao, as the first disciple of the bitter lotus, was at the peak of Jīng's divine momentum, and Sean had been imprisoned for many years, suffering all kinds of suffering in the world, and he had long since lost the courage of the past.

With a bang, the wolf peach stepped back from Sean, his wrist flicked, and the knife flourished again, slashing at Sean's shoulders, it turned out that the two scimitars in his hands were actually tied to his wrists with a thin chain!

............ Two sword rays of light splashed towards Sean, reflecting the red sun high above, which looked terrifying.

The dying Sean suddenly got the strength out of nowhere, rolled his eyes, bent his middle finger slightly, and pushed towards the sky, resisting the lower edge of the wolf peach's powerless hands!

At this moment, countless strong winds sounded, and a person like a gray dragon rushed up from the oblique grass to the sky, directly killing the two sides in the battle!

He Daoren has been standing with a sword, waiting for this moment, waiting for this moment for Fan Xian to come out!

He held the sword in both hands, and the earth-shattering sword that had been accumulated for a long time was cut down vertically from head to toe, without any extra tricks!

There was a hissing sound, and the air was cut open by the sword, not to mention the person who pounced at high speed.

But He Daoren didn't know that the person he wanted to kill was one of the most powerful people in the world to dodge the body, and he saw that figure twisting very strangely in the air, and without any leverage, it flickered like a shadow, and it was actually avoided alive!

It's still the same old saying, if Wuzhu fights more, Fan Xian will not be easy to be beaten.

――――――――――――――――――― a sword cut into the air, He Daoren's chest was stuffy, and the countless sounds of breaking the air also came to him, he retracted his sword strongly, slashed three swords, and shot down most of the hidden weapons, and when the hidden weapons fell to the ground, he found that it was some gravel.

He forcibly withdrew his sword and returned, his blood shook, and a mouthful of blood poured up his throat. He swallowed it forcibly, and when his body was slightly sluggish, three black rays of light quickly came down from the top of his head!

At this time, the distance between the two was too close, He Daoren's wrist flipped, and the tip of the sword hit the three black mangs with extreme accuracy, but the last sword was not strong, and the true qi paused slightly, although the crossbow arrow was forced, the direction did not change too much, and he rubbed his thigh obliquely into the grass!

Only then did He Daoren know that Fan Xian was so difficult to deal with, and he turned back with a shocked face.

Fan Xian forcibly reversed his body in the air, avoiding the sword that He Daoren had been building up for a long time, and the price he paid was also very great. Rao is meridians are much wider than those of ordinary martial arts cultivators, and he still can't stop his whims, and his true qi is like tearing, rushing in his meridians.

He didn't have the dignity of a warrior, and he was still in mid-air towards the master with two swords, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, looking at the wolf bèi extremely miserable, but he dredged the meridians in an instant.

At this time, Wolf Peach's terrifying double knives had already slashed deep into Sean's shoulders!

Fan Xianwei screamed, and in mid-air, he had already pulled out half of the long knife from behind his back and slashed towards the back of Wolf Tao's head.

Wolf Tao seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and drew his knife back with a bang, and the tip of the scimitar hit Fan Xian's handle half a foot above, which happened to be the most vulnerable place of the knife blade.

With a bang, the half of the long knife in Fan Xian's hand broke again, but the remaining poor blade still slashed down brutally, ding, and swept away all the steel thorns on the scimitar in Wolf Tao's hand.

At this moment, Fan Xian abandoned the knife, luck, and punched.

The two black fists that he was best at, turned into two swimming dragons, and struck at Wolf Tao's temple, ignoring the fact that the tip of the opponent's knife was facing his lower abdomen. He knows that against a master of this level, he must be steady and ruthless, and he will not leave a way back for himself or the other party.

Wolf Tao Huo Ran looked back, the cold light in his eyes was great, and his palms were wrong, sealing Fan Xian's fists. The strength intersects, and the domineering true qi passed on from the nameless skill and the Tianyi true qi passed on from the bitter lotus finally face each other at this moment.