Zhang Chu dragged his knife and slowly stepped out of the Honghuatang phalanx.

Wen Jianrang, who was in the room, also carried a thick-backed big knife and strode towards Zhang Chu.

When the two were less than five feet apart, they stopped at the same time.

"I heard that Gang Master Zhang once subdued a six-grade tycoon?"

Wen Jianrang pulled a knife flower, and said lightly with a smile, his tone was indescribably casual.

Within ten zhang, even if Zhang Chu really has any arrangements, he doesn't care!

What separates the seventh and sixth grades is not a grade.

It's the realm!

Zhang Chu roughly guessed his thoughts from the eyebrows of this old man, and smiled nonchalantly: "But there is such a thing, what does Elder Wen teach me?"

"I can't talk about teaching, but the old man does have something to tell you: the gap between the sixth grade and the sixth grade is bigger than the gap between the seventh grade and the ninth grade!"

When the words fell, a silver line instantly slashed straight towards Zhang Chu's head like a falling star.

Kung Fu in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Zhang Chu had already gathered momentum to prevent this old boy from breaking out!

He held the shocking clouds with both hands, and the majestic blood and qi were stacked in all directions, surging out.

"Bell. ”

The two long knives slashed together heavily.

One cold and one scorching, two powerful energies exploded at the place where the two long knives clashed.

The furious energy swayed, and the uneven ground instantly descended.

The two also used the force of the shock to jump backwards at the same time.

The result of this knife.

made Zhang Chu's heart have a bottom.

His blood qi, with the technique of four stacks of strength, can indeed be comparable to the true qi of the six grades!

That fire...... It's even more powerful than he imagined!

He has the bottom in his heart, and Wen Jian let his heart go, but it has turned up stormy waves!

This, this, this...... How can it be!

He knew Zhang Chu's deeds of subduing Wu Laojiu!

But when Zhang Chu subdued Wu Laojiu, Wu Laojiu had just broken through the realm, and even his true qi had not yet been transformed.

At that time, Wu Laojiu was not a real qi sea tycoon at all, at most he could only be regarded as between the seventh rank and the sixth grade, and it was normal to be defeated by the seventh rank.

And who is he?

He is the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect!

He is the famous "jade-faced silver knife" on the rivers and lakes of Xuanbei Prefecture!

Wu Laojiu's kind of prodigal settlement, how can he be qualified to be compared with him?

But Fang Cai's knife, Zhang Chu's was indeed blocked!

With that knife, he used seventy percent of his strength.

He thought to himself, seventy percent of his strength, it was enough to kill a seven-pin.

Zhang Chu used a few percent of his strength to block his knife, he didn't know.

But it looks ...... Easier than him!

This is not martial arts!

The gap between the sixth grade and the sixth grade is generally large compared to the gap between the seventh grade and the ninth grade!

And the gap between the sixth and seventh grades is even bigger than the gap between people and dogs!

How is it possible for a dog to talk like a human?

"What Elder Wen said is extremely true, but it seems that Elder Wen ...... It's not good!"

Zhang Chu replied with a sneer.

He also felt that the distance between the six pins and the six pins was indeed very large.

Previously, Wu Laojiu took him three times.

All three of his knives were flat cuts.

With the strongest knife, he only used sixty percent of his blood qi to cut Wu Laojiu to the ground, vomiting blood.

And with the knife just now, he used sixty percent of his blood.

But after this period of cultivation, his strength has reached a new level, and it is by no means comparable to when he first broke through the seventh rank.

As a result, it was only comparable to Wen Jianrang.

But don't worry!

There is no difference in the power of energy.

Just fight the knife.

Fight consumption.

Zhang Chu is confident that even if his sword skills are not as good as Wen Jian's, this old Jianghu can be consumed alive and dead.

"It's useless to talk more, let's see the truth under your hands!"

Wen Jianrang's tone was cold, and he no longer concealed the murderous intent in his heart!

He admitted that Zhang Chu was a martial arts genius.

Damn genius!

"I like it...... Come and don't be rude, and ask Elder Wen to taste Zhang's knife and cut the horse!"

The clouds slashed obliquely, and the flame-like sword qi surged out.

"The flower shelves are not bad...... Baichuan thaws, break!"

The thick-backed big knife slashed straight ahead, and a sword qi with blue light in the silver skyrocketed out.

The huge sword qi of the two of them collided fiercely, shattered at the same time, and turned into countless fragments of qi and fell on the plain.

"Boom, boom. ”

Explosions and dust flew like a gust of wind in the desert.

Zhang Chu and Wen Jianrang jumped up in unison and crashed into the smoke and dust.

"Bell, bell, bell. ”

The sound of the dense clash of gold and iron was like dozens of blacksmiths working at the same time.

After a short time, the two of them rushed out of the smoke and dust entangled, constantly staggering and spinning, and killing each other's attacks at various twists and strange angles.

There is no longer a stop to gather momentum against the big move.

But the killer moves of the two are endless!

The bright sword light shrouded the two of them.

Everywhere they passed, dust flew up, leaving behind potholes and ravines.

The flat ground was as if it had just been ravaged a hundred times by a hundred wild boars.

The two of them struck the dense forest from the wide road to the top of the road.

All those present could see was that the towering trees, which were as thick as the waists of adults, fell in pieces.

On this day, the Taiping Society's 8,000 Red Flower Hall helped the people, which was an eye-opener.

Damn, our gang leader is so powerful?

Damn, how can people be so powerful?

Hey, our Taiping Sanchuan Hall seems to be a place to teach people to practice martial arts, right?

No, no, if you go back, you will strive to decentralize the rudder, make some credit, and go to Sanchuan Hall to learn martial arts.

No, no, I'll go back and cut down that person, get some credit, and go to Sanchuan Hall to learn martial arts.

No, no, I will go back and destroy that gang, make some credit, and go to Sanchuan Hall to learn martial arts.

In the past, a big man named Liu Wu, in front of Zhang Chu, blasted open the door of the long road of martial arts with one punch, and forcibly reversed his career plan.

Today, Zhang Chu smashed the three views of the Eight Thousand Red Flower Hall Gang with one knife and reshaped their definition of the word "force".

No one knows how many fruits will be harvested if 8,000 seeds are sown.

But even if it is one in a hundred, out of 8,000 people, there can be 80 strong people!

The power of example is endless.

......

"Bell. “

Once again, the clouds slashed together with the thick-backed broadsword.

Zhang Chu and Wen Jianrang withdrew at the same time.

Both were gasping violently.

Zhang Chu looked down at his ragged white robe that was torn into hundreds of clothes, and said secretly with great vigilance: "I can't drag it off any longer, this old boy's knife technique is too neat, and if you keep it again, you will lose!"

Wen Jianrang sensed what little true qi he had left, and his heart was also full of alarm bells: "I can't drag it out any longer, this kid is simply a freak, and if it drags on any longer, he will be consumed by life!"

The two took a breath for a moment, and Zhang Chu took the lead in speaking: "One move determines the victory, how?"

Wen Jianrang: "It's exactly what I want!"