That's a dangerous knife.

Han Chuang knew that it was a dangerous knife, and he had already made enough mental preparations, but he didn't expect that this short knife would be so dangerous.

The blade flickered in the firelight, and the trajectory of the floating air was so untraceable, like a gust of wind, a fierce wind.

The weakness of the wind is that once it is caught, there will be nothing to hide, if there is only Mr. Cang's sword, Han Chuang has an absolute self-confidence soft sword to bind him, but at this time, the advantage of team battles begins to appear.

When he tried to attack Mr. Cang, there was always someone who would block Mr. Cang with his body. Gongsun Sheng's attack power may not be strong enough, but it is difficult enough, and Han Chuang is unlikely to defeat him in a short period of time, which makes him seem in a dilemma.

Do you hold on or keep on the offensive?

Sticking to it is a comfortable choice, but it is also accompanied by a loss of initiative, and although attacking can take the initiative, it is a dangerous and even fatal choice.

Han Chuang didn't like to waver, but at this moment, he had to fall into a wavering.

"Withdraw. ”

There was a long sigh behind him, it was Jin Sanfu's voice. This fat man, who was fine with formations and calculations, was protected in the middle by them, and the task of command was entrusted to him alone.

At this moment, he had already released his puppet and used his excellent computing power to entangle the white feather wind that was sinking in the sand, which was undoubtedly the best choice.

Assassinate a puppet?

No matter how you look at it, it seems like a fantasy.

Han Chuang retreated helplessly, and when he was about to retreat, he didn't forget to scatter a chess piece with a rain of flowers. The chess pieces are black and white, swirling in the air, erratic.

Mr. Cang danced the short knife impermeable, only listened to a few sounds, and the blade accurately blocked the chess pieces, blooming bursts of sparks.

In comparison, Gongsun Sheng was much more chic and free, he just waved his sleeves, and the chess pieces dotted on the soft sleeves, causing a circle of ripples, and his people seemed to be fine.

The offensive of the two was controlled by the chess pieces, but it did not mean that the danger was simply passed, Sun Hu went out from left to right, scissors came out from right to left, and two Qimen weapons, the meteor hammer and the big scissors, smashed towards Han Chuang and the others.

Both of them used their martial souls, Sun Hu's Shadow Demon Tiger roared, fused with the flying meteor hammer, and the martial soul of the scissors knife was a crocodile, a short-tailed green crocodile, with a mouth, revealing a bunch of teeth, like an arrow inserted into the soil, and the appearance of opening and closing was like a pair of scissors in his hand.

The meteor hammer roared in, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, Nie Qingqing's eyes lit up, and he sneered: "How dare you make an axe with such a move?"

She was born in the Evil Moon Sect, and she has seen many weird, smart, and imaginative moves, and she scoffs at Sun Hu's simple power suppression.

But she didn't dare to be careless, and sometimes, especially when the opponent used heavy weapons, the moves were often simple, and the simple ones were often effective.

The green jade relics came out, and a circle of cyan light bloomed above Nie Qingqing's head, and this circle of blue light seemed to turn into auspicious clouds, holding up the falling meteor hammer steadily.

Seeing this, Sun Hu couldn't help but say "Huh?", revealing a puzzled expression.

"What kind of martial soul is this. ”

Nie Qingqing's eyes rolled, and a charming smile appeared on his ordinary face after the disguise, and said, "Do you think I will tell you?"

"Hahaha, indeed, you won't say. Sun Hu laughed and controlled the meteor hammer to spin.

The spinning meteor hammer stirred the air current, as if it was about to condense the auspicious clouds formed by the blue light, Nie Qingqing snorted coldly and shouted: "The pearl of rice grains, also shine?" Immediately the short sword danced a sword flower and stabbed towards Sun Hu's throat.

This sword is fast and urgent, a sword move is followed by eighteen changes, all kinds of changes are beyond the ordinary martial artist can resist, Sun Hu only feels that this is the second sword technique he has encountered in his martial arts career, the first is Han Chuang's soft sword.

If Nie Qingqing's swordsmanship is a green snake that is both fierce and flexible, then Han Chuang's soft sword is like a gust of wind outside the clouds on the horizon.

One is fast, the other is not only fast, but also nowhere to be found.

Although Sun Hu thought that Nie Qingqing's swordsmanship was inferior to Han Chuang, he still didn't dare to be careless, the two of them fought as a group, you fought for me, and there was no concession, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

On the other side, the scissors were stopped by Chopping Yuan.

One is the killer of the scissors of the Qimen weapon, the other is the warrior who makes the golden wire big ring knife, one moves are weird, imaginative, and the other knife is clumsy, like a river sinking sand, the two are also chess opponents, will meet good talents, and fight dozens of moves in a row, regardless of victory or defeat.

Chopping Yuan swung his knife, shouted violently, and rushed over.

The golden ring on the knife clanged with the strong wind.

This strange sound made the scissors distract for a moment, and it was this moment of distraction that made him not block the knife of the slashing yuan.

The knife came to his side, and the strong wind scraped against the skin, as if it was about to tear the shriveled skin apart.

There wasn't much time to think about, and the martial artist's intuition played a crucial role in this moment.

Scissors made the right choice almost instantly, no retreat, no defense, but left everything behind, attacked desperately, and attacked again!

He immediately heard the sound of blades slicing into bones, and the pain in his shoulder made him realize that his shoulder had been hit hard.

Different from the knife technique, to use large scissors, the most important thing is not the wrist, but the shoulder, and only with enough shoulder strength can you control this behemoth.

At this moment, the shoulder was injured, and the big scissors almost immediately lost control, and the sharp blade deflected, stabbing into the shoulder that was also stabbed into the slash yuan.

The two of them staggered by in a lightning flash, and blood flowers shot out from their respective shoulders, condensing into a blood crane in a solemn manner.

The two looked at each other, unable to hold their weapons at the same time, and had to hold their knives and scissors to the ground.

They gasped for breath and tried their best to recover, knowing that whoever recovers first will have the upper hand in the battle.

However, this is not a one-on-one duel, this is a team fight, and team fight means that if you get injured, you can be targeted by someone else.

Gongsun Sheng sneered, and his body split into two, one continued to entangle in the front, and the other attacked Chopping Yuan.

It is true that after the doppelganger, his strength has also dropped significantly, and the two Gongsun Sheng, about the strength of the early stage of Huayuan, but even so, Chopping Yuan may not be able to stop it.

When playing against an evenly matched opponent, the slightest bit of movement can be devastating.

Gongsun Sheng believed that he was the last straw that broke the camel's back, but at this moment, two butterfly thorns appeared in front of him.

How fast is the butterfly thorn, look at the speed at which Wei Hongqiong stabbed five moves in just one second, maybe you can say that someone can make seven punches in one second, or even more, but it is a fist, which is shorter than the butterfly thorn, and it is also a fist that is more suitable for operation.

Gongsun Sheng has reason to believe that Wei Hongqiong's butterfly thorn is the fastest weapon in the Huayuan period.

He barely reacted, and was stabbed in the heart, of course, he was a puppet, and he would not be injured, but the pain of the puppet would also completely give the interpreter himself.

No one likes to be a target, and Gongsun Sheng is no exception, he wisely withdrew from the attack and fused with his previous body.

"Kill!" he said to Mr. Cang viciously.

Without hesitation, Mr. Cang's short knife immediately changed direction and attacked Wei Hongqiong's body, Wei Hongqiong only felt as if she was surrounded by sword light for a moment, and countless knife qi attacked her.

"Golden Silk Feather!"

With a coquettish shout, I saw a golden light floating on her body, like a sparkling lake. In the next moment, she sped away, more than twice as fast as before.

Mr. Cang's eyes lit up, and he sneered, "Strange treasure?"

Before he could continue, he saw a soft sword stabbing obliquely.

Two

The old man stood on the sidelines, looking at the two teams of men and horses in the battle with a smile on his face, his expression did not have the slightest nervousness with his head hanging on the edge of the blade, and he looked a little incredibly calm.

The situation in the field is not clear, Bai Yufeng and Jin Sanfu's puppet are entangled, Mr. Cang and Han Chuang are in the middle of the battle, Gongsun Shengli uses the doppelganger technique to entangle Wei Hongqiong, who is extremely fast, and Nie Qingqing and Sun Hu are inseparable.

The most tragic is the chopping yuan and scissors, and the two almost used the fighting style of fighting for their lives.

At this time, Wei Zhenye, who was standing next to the old man, was also extremely nervous, and beads of sweat kept oozing out of his palms, but the old man still looked calm, as if the situation in the field was under his control.

Wei Zhenye couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you nervous when you're old?"

The old man glanced at him with a dim gaze and said with a faint smile: "Why be nervous. ”

Wei Zhenye said: "If they lose, we will die, isn't that a reason to be nervous?"

The old man smiled and grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Do you think so?"

Wei Zhenye was confused, he didn't know what the old man meant by this.

The old man seemed to see his doubts, and said, "They won't lose." ”

Wei Zhenye glanced at the field, everyone was entangled with their respective opponents, but no one was sure of winning, even Han Chuang was entangled enough by Mr. Cang's short knife, he really didn't see where the so-called chance of victory was.

Perhaps, the so-called chances of victory are nothing more than a joke, a ridiculous joke.

"I don't understand. He said.

The old man smiled and said, "You don't need to understand, you just need to watch quietly." ”

Wei Zhenye stared at the old man, looking at his gradually stretching wrinkles, and for some reason, his mind calmed down.

"It's now. The old man said suddenly.

Han Chuang's soft sword is like a gust of wind outside the clouds in the sky, and it is so smart and vivid that it can no longer be used to describe his sword, and a better adjective is - no trace can be found.

Under the pressure, Han Chuang's swordsmanship finally ushered in an explosion, and he seemed to have entered a kind of self-grasping, just like the spiritual consciousness out of the body recorded in the Qi Cultivation and Condensation Decision.

He was still able to control his body to use those unbelievable sword moves, but at the same time, it was like another him, standing proudly and above the void, quietly watching every move he made, so that the imaginative and traceless sword moves were perfectly played under a rational control.

His sword grew faster and more elusive, but at the same time it became more and more powerful.

Mr. Cang's short knife gradually became unsupportable.

He felt that from just now to now, Han Chuang was like a different person, not only the change in his sword moves, but also the person who was him, and he became more profound and mysterious.

The soft sword danced, like a white practice that slashed through the sky.

In Mr. Cang's eyes, Han Chuang's figure had become blurred, and everything was just a person holding a sword and stabbing at him.

The simplest, most direct, and most traceless whimsical swordsmanship is to stab straight without any preparation, just like rehearsing thousands of movements, the key is speed.

In Mr. Cang's eyes, the tip of the soft sword was slowly getting bigger, and then bigger, until finally, filling the entire eyeball space.

Subconsciously, the short knife was blocked in his chest, and it was this subconscious action that saved his life.

With a sound of the tip of the sword hitting the blade, Mr. Cang retreated as if he had been hit hard, and then retreated again - with a thud, he spat out a mouthful of Yin Hong's blood.

However, the crisis did not end there, and the dangerous opponent in his eyes did not stop attacking without his injury, he followed the force of the shock and took half a step back, his toes lightly slumped, and a crane rose into the sky, his body like a lonely smoke straight up in the desert.

When Han Chuang came to the very top, his body was drawn into a bow, and with the elastic force of stretching, the force was violently reversed, and the tip of the sword was downward, pointing at Mr. Cang's heavenly spirit.

This sword is a must-kill sword, and it is impossible for Mr. Cang to escape on his own strength, while everyone else is dragged by his teammates, and it is impossible to rescue him.

Mr. Cang is dead.

Before the sword was stabbed, the corners of Han Chuang's mouth had already shown a smile, this was a smile of victory, and it was also a matter of course, but at this moment, only one sound and two sounds of breaking the sky were heard.

This voice obviously came from the sidelines, and it came from his own direction, almost subconsciously, he turned his head and saw the old man's smile, this smile was still calm, on the surface, it was not much different from the beginning, but Han Chuang inexplicably felt that the old man was more pleasant.

What is he happy about?

The situation also did not allow Han Chuang to think about it, there were two hidden weapons attacking his body, he was almost certain that it was the old man himself who released the secret weapons, he didn't understand why he did this, but he knew that Mr. Cang couldn't kill him.

Changing his move in mid-air, with a sweep, with just one sword, he split the two stones that broke through the air into two sections, but after landing on the ground, Han Chuang did not have the slightest joy for the rest of his life, but pointed at the old man with a sword, and said coldly: "What do you mean!"

The old man didn't explain, just smiled slightly, his body came out like the wind, only to hear a few muffled bangs, and he actually used his own strength to separate several people in the struggle.

Nie Qingqing and the others retreated to Han Chuang's side, staring at the old man with a wary face, even if they were confused at this moment, they knew that the old man was not on their side.

Sure enough, the old man smiled slightly, stood in front of Sun Hu, and said to Han Chuang and the others, "That's the end of it." ”

Han Chuang clenched his teeth, pointed at the old man, and said coldly: "Are you a black rider?"

The old man smiled, looked at Han Chuang, and spit out two words in his mouth: "No." He replied categorically, without any hesitation.

"Then you have something to do with the black horse?" Han Chuang asked again, the sword was still pointed flat, not put down, the tip of the sword condensed the true qi that was contained but not spitted, and with just one inducement, it would completely explode.

The old man shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do." ”

"Then why are you on their side!" Han Chuang yelled, "Who the hell are you!"

The cold wind struck, swaying the firelight, slicing the light into pieces, and the old man's face became blurred.

"My surname is Hu. The old man's voice carried a calming power, so much so that the others behind Han Chuang unconsciously put down their weapons.

Only Han Chuang!

- The soft sword was still pointed straight at the old man, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

The real sword is indestructible, and the mind of a true swordsman will not be affected by any external objects, Han Chuang sneered and said, "Put away your spiritual attack, this set is useless to me." ”

"I know it's useless to you. The old man laughed, "But there are some things that I don't want others to hear." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred.

Before Han Chuang could react, he felt a gust of wind blowing on his face. When the old man's figure became clear again, no one was standing behind Han Chuang, and even Wei Zhenye in the distance fell to the ground.

"What happened to them?" Han Chuang said sharply, no matter how stupid he was, he understood that everything was done by the old man, and his subtle ability told him that the problem was the gust of wind just now.

It was not a naturally formed wind, but a strong wind generated by the old man's extremely fast body, and he used his extremely fast body technique to point everyone on Han Chuang's side, leaving only him. 、

Even if Han Chuang knew all this, he was helpless, his perception could keep up with the old man's body, but his body couldn't keep up. This huge gap in strength made Han Chuang almost frustrated.

The old man smiled, his eyes swept over the people lying on the ground, and said with a slight smile: "Don't worry, they won't have any problems, they just fainted, there are some things they shouldn't know, so I let them faint." ”

"Why don't I go and talk to the other side. The old man made a gesture of please, pointing in the direction of the caravan's camp.

"No problem. Han Chuang agreed almost without any hesitation, and in fact, he didn't have any capital to refuse, the old man could have forced him to make a choice by more violent means, but he didn't, but chose a gentle method.

Of course, it is impossible for Han Chuang to abandon the obsession with the old man in his heart based on this alone, it is impossible for him to forget the humiliation at the moment because of some small favors, he is waiting, waiting for the old man to show his flaws.

Swordsmen are a group of warriors who are good at grasping the flaws of the enemy, and they are also the best at defeating the strong with the weak, Han Chuang is waiting, he is confident that he has this ability.

The firelight reflected the old man's face with a calm and mysterious smile on his face.