The long knife was unsheathed, and the murderous aura lingered, colder than the murderous aura was Zhou Dingshan's eyes, for this moment, he suffered for more than a month, like walking in hell, and even had a deeper understanding at the level of martial arts because of deep hatred.

The sword flashed, chilling the hanging sun.

"Let's fight."

Zhou Dingshan smiled coldly, da-da, only two steps to pull the distance, the long knife slashed down, very slow, but it contains terrible power, such as the power of opening the mountain.

Lin Xuan didn't move, he had a gun in his hand, his eyes didn't blink, and in his pupils, Zhou Dingshan's knife seemed to be in slow motion, and the fierce killing intent penetrated his heart.

Getting closer and closer, the wind blowing his clothes and hair, and there was even a stinging pain on his face, but Lin Xuan still didn't move, as if he was completely frightened.

Seeing this, Zhou Dingshan did not have any contempt, in his eyes, Lin Xuan was like a towering mountain, and the edge of the long knife was directed, and he actually had an unshakable feeling for a while.

But the knife has been out, if it is withdrawn again, it will be cowardly, and in terms of momentum, Lin Xuan will also have the upper hand.

In the duel of masters, the winner can be determined in an instant, not to mention the weakening of the momentum.

"Kill."

Zhou Dingshan roared in a low voice, the knife light was cold, the speed was three points faster, poof, a knife brought up a string of blood.

"Lin Xuan......" Wu Xuening screamed in fright, she could clearly see that Lin Xuan's shirt was cut by a knife, and there was a red line on her chest, which made her extremely distressed.

In the field, Zhou Dingshan won a blow, but his face did not show any expression of joy, but his eyes became more solemn, he thought that he would kill with one blow, but it was just some flesh and skin injuries, and there was a strange feeling at the moment of the confrontation, which made him linger.

"Why don't you shoot?" Zhou Dingshan asked coldly.

"When you come out, you will come out." Lin Xuan responded calmly.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!"

Zhou Dingshan sneered, before the words fell, the sword light rose again, he killed quickly, slashed Huashan, as if there was an invisible knife qi vibrating, Wu Xuening and Zhu Yuming on the sidelines were even more frightened, and unconsciously took three steps back.

Lin Xuan was as steady as Mount Tai, his internal strength was slowly circulating, but his momentum was rising, and finally, he moved, holding a gun in one hand, and a little cold light burst out, like a dragon going out to sea, and the sound of cracking silk sounded.

While.

In an instant, the spear and the long knife collided, like the tip of a needle against a wheat, and the invisible force scattered, Zhou Dingshan snorted, his chest shook violently, and the hand holding the knife was sore, and when he looked at it again, Lin Xuan's momentum was like a rainbow, making him feel that his heart was shrouded in a layer of haze.

Rumble.

Zhou Dingshan was shaken away, and retreated to three zhang away, ticking, blood dripping from the knife, stinging and piercing the heart, feeling incredible.

On the other side, Lin Xuan had already put away his gun and took a step, and others could clearly see two deep footprints where he had stood, and there were still blood stains looming on them.

It seemed that Lin Xuan was not feeling comfortable fighting, but his face was calm, and after three steps, his momentum climbed to an incredible level.

"Interesting."

Zhou Dingshan laughed, no wonder Lin Xuan was able to kill his own son, this strength and momentum, among the young and handsome men he had seen, none of them could be compared.

"But today you still have to die, my son will never die in vain." Zhou Dingshan stopped laughing, and after roaring, he raised his knife and killed again, his eyes were firm, and he did not have any confusion.

Lin Xuan was not surprised when he saw this, Zhou Dingshan's strength was strong, and he was blessed with the aura of revenge, he was not even afraid of death, let alone just oppressive momentum, if he wanted to defeat this kind of person, there was no other way than to defeat him head-on.

"Let's fight to the death."

Lin Xuan smiled calmly, and stepped forward with the gun, only in an instant, the two clashed again, the gun and the knife collided, making a soft sound, obviously the figures of the two shook slightly, but they did not stop there, and continued to fight together.

Lin Xuan's spear opened and closed widely, and every time he cast it, there was a compelling momentum, moving forward and living towards death.

Zhou Dingshan has the strength and determination, in the face of Lin Xuan's offensive, he doesn't want to retreat, but he can't help but retreat, because every time he makes a move, his hands will tremble violently, like a knife smashing on a boulder, and the force of the shock makes him unbearable.

The difference in strength between the two is not huge, but the weapon they choose determines how they will fight.

The spear is a heavy weapon, relatively speaking, the speed will be slower than the speed of the sword, but the power is fierce, sweeping thousands of armies, no matter where it is, it is a great weapon to harvest human lives.

It's just a blink of an eye, and the two of them fight three tricks, and blood is spilled everywhere, which is shocking!

And most of this is Lin Xuan's blood, the knife is as bright as snow, Lin Xuan's chest and shoulders have two more scars, blood stains his shirt red, and then look at Zhou Dingshan, he is not injured, the angle of the knife in his hand is tricky, a knife is more fierce than a knife, on the bright side, he occupies an absolute advantage.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yuming and his wife were very happy, Lin Xuan's strength was good, but in the face of a master like Zhou Dingshan, he could only be abused, this scene is indeed like the legendary torture, and Lin Xuan is just the lamb to be slaughtered under the butcher's knife.

Wu Xuening had already burst into tears, and every time there was an extra wound on Lin Xuan's body, her little heart liver would tremble violently, and at the same time, it would bring severe pain, like a knife cut, she opened her mouth, and she wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

The battle was still going on, Zhou Dingshan's offensive was even more fierce, and seeing Lin Xuan's blood, he was not happy at all, but worried.

He has the advantage?

Is that really the case?

Probably not!

If there are discerning people present, they will definitely be able to see some clues, although Lin Xuan's blood-stained clothes, his face is calm, and more importantly, Lin Xuan has not retreated from beginning to end!

Zhou Dingshan knew that Lin Xuan was accumulating momentum, and this was also the usual method of the spear master, once the accumulation of spear momentum was completed, it would be like a bamboo, killing people, but only in a thought.

Zhou Dingshan knew that the more he dragged it back, the smaller his chances of winning would be, so the speed of his knife became faster and faster, and even the family cloak knife technique was used, and Zhou Dingshan wanted to completely destroy Lin Xuan as quickly as possible.

Outsiders saw that the shadow of the knife was heavy, Lin Xuan was in it, and the figure was messy, but what was rare was that he was moving forward with every step, his momentum was slowly rising, and the flow of internal strength in the meridians was even faster to the point of being incredible, at a certain moment, he raised his eyes indifferently, and there was a light in his eyes, as if some mysterious power was condensed in it.

"It's not good."

Zhou Dingshan's heart jumped violently, and he hurriedly calmed down, and the cloak knife technique was finally and the strongest move, the blade cut through everything, and there was a moment of dimness in front of everyone's eyes, as if the heavens and the earth had lost their color.

Lin Xuan silently didn't want to back down, he had a gun in his hand, it was also the posture of Jiaolong going to sea, but compared with before, it was obviously not on the same level, the gun was like a dragon, and the next moment, blood flew up......

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