Listening to Zou Wei's approaching steps, the young man finally stopped laughing, his hands no longer covered his stomach, he slowly stood up, he looked at Zou Wei cautiously, and said: "Okay, since you want to use this rustic kitchen knife to fight me, there is no way, I still admire your courage, I feel that even if I kill you, I have to know your name." ”

Zou Wei still maintained a smile on his face, and when he slowly approached the young man, he said, "Remember, Lao Tzu's name is Zou Wei." ”

The young man said: "Okay, you also remember Lao Tzu's name, Guanglin." ”

As he spoke, Guanglin's figure moved, and he quickly came to Zou Wei's side, and the long sword in his hand stabbed towards Zou Wei's shoulder.

"Late consecration. Zou Wei's eyes widened.

When the injury was more serious than that of his opponent, Zou Wei didn't have time to stop it, and his right shoulder was cut by the long sword in Guanglin's hand with a deep wound.

With a single stroke of the long sword, the blood on the shoulder quickly dripped to the ground.

Even Zou Wei hadn't had time to move, Guanglin's figure was already standing three feet behind him.

Zou Wei looked at the blood that kept flowing from his right shoulder, his pupils contracted slightly, and then said, "Your speed is really fast." ”

Behind Zou Wei, Guang Lin leisurely clasped his hands, and then said: "Uncle, I see that you are also a lot older, how good it is to continue to work in the miscellaneous courtyard, what do you want to become an ordinary disciple, it is not suitable for someone of your age." ”

"Isn't it suitable? Tell me why you didn't kill me just now?" Zou Wei said expressionlessly.

Guanglin smiled, and then said: "I just think it's funny that Uncle you bring up a kitchen knife on the field, so I don't have the intention to kill you with a sword, maybe I also know that you won't give up, so I will let you lose too much blood and die with a sword, so I will have a sense of accomplishment." ”

Guanglin smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Zou Wei felt the blood left on his shoulders fall to the ground drop by drop, and couldn't help but say: "I thought you were sympathetic to me, it seems that you just think that my age is more funny, and you just want to laugh at it?"

"Indeed, don't you think it's funny to hold a broken kitchen knife?" Guang Lin turned around, and when he looked at the kitchen knife in Zou Wei's hand, he was very disdainful.

Zou Wei just smiled, and he said, "Since you guys think my kitchen knife is funny, then I'll use this kitchen knife to fight with you." ”

"The first type of Kaishan kitchen knife, Huashan chop. ”

Zou Wei suddenly roared, and immediately he jumped up, he picked up the kitchen knife in his hand and smashed it towards Guanglin's head.

At this moment, the kitchen knife that exuded a glimmer of light and Zou Wei's fat figure were contrasted, and they were so imposing.

Looking at the cold light emitted by the kitchen knife in Zou Wei's hand, Guanglin's eyes widened, and then said, "Damn, what you guy has in his hand is not an ordinary kitchen knife." ”

Although his eyes widened, Guanglin did not panic, he used all his strength to meet the kitchen knife.

Rumble!

There was only a loud roar, and the ground was cracked.

The Kaishan kitchen knife in Zou Wei's hand collided with the long sword in Guanglin's hand.

Burst!

A burst of blood rushed out of Zou Wei's entire mouth, and then he was shocked by the force emanating from Guanglin's hand and couldn't stop moving towards the rear.

Zou Wei barely steadied his steps, his eyes were gloomy, and he felt the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth slowly drip to the ground, and he looked at Guanglin in front of him.

Guanglin just smiled, took back the long sword in his hand, he couldn't help shaking his right hand, and then said: "Uncle, it's really powerful, it seems that this kitchen knife of yours really has a certain connotation, not ordinary, not ordinary, if you weren't seriously injured before, then this blow may be my death, really, now my hand is still a little numb." ”

As he spoke, Guang Lin shook his right hand holding the long sword.

When Zou Wei was holding the kitchen knife, his whole face was very gloomy, he looked at Guanglin, and then said, "I didn't expect that even if I opened the mountain kitchen knife and made a fierce blow, it wouldn't be able to hurt you." ”

Guanglin hugged his hands leisurely, and then said: "Hehe, it's all said, your uncle with a kitchen knife is not my opponent, I don't believe it, just now I still have the heart to play with you slowly, but now I don't know how, but I don't have that mind, so I will give you a happy one, and the baby kitchen knife in your hand will be mine at that time." ”

As he spoke, Guanglin approached Zou Wei step by step, and when he looked at the kitchen knife that Zou Wei was holding tightly in his hand, he had a different kind of greed.

Zou Wei couldn't help sighing, he couldn't help muttering: "Do I want to admit defeat? No, if I admit defeat, it will be too embarrassing, right? At the beginning, I told Ling Yun and Wang Xiaopang that I would become an ordinary disciple." ”

In the muttering, Zou Wei couldn't help but shake his head, and then he touched the Qiankun bag and took out a cigar that was half left.

Guanglin was slowly walking towards Zou Wei, but when he saw Zou Wei take out a cigar in his hand, his whole step stopped.

"What is that long, white-flowered thing in your hand?" Guanglin looked very curious.

Zou Wei was not busy talking, he took the cigar in his mouth, his expression was very complicated, and then a red flame appeared on his right index finger, and the flame flashed, and the cigar was lit.

"The guy said, hopefully it's not the last cigar, but maybe it's the last cigar. Zou Wei took a deep puff of his cigar and sighed infinitely on his face after exhaling a smoke ring.

Guang Lin sneered on his face, his steps continued to approach Zou Wei, and as he approached, he also said: "I don't know what this guy is holding in his mouth, and I don't understand what this guy is talking about, I just know that the next moment, this guy of yours is dead." ”

Looking at Guanglin's approaching steps, Zou Wei was even more lonely when he was holding a cigarette, because at this moment, his whole body strength was almost used up, and he was just holding the kitchen knife in his hand with the last trace of strength.

The footsteps of death are approaching, and at this moment, he seems to have no strength to resist.

But when a breeze blew past him, blowing the cigarette ash in his mouth, the ash fell on the kitchen knife he was holding.

The moment the soot touches the kitchen knife, the kitchen knife emits a dark and deep brilliance, which is black but more dazzling than white light.