Inside the field.

Xue Fengshui was holding a wooden ring knife of about one meter.

The tip of the knife is round and blunt, and the blade is not sharp.

It is said that it is a knife, but the role it actually plays is more like a short stick.

The advantage is that the material is strange, even in the face of an ancient sword that is as sharp as clay, there is no damage in the slightest.

Xue Fengshui had already retreated again and again, and the pressure was extremely high.

His opponent is Xue Bing of the lineage, and Xue Bing is in the lineage, and he is relatively strong in the lineage.

The age of the two, Xue Bing is six or seven years older than him, and the talent is high, and the resources he has obtained over the years are immeasurable, far from being comparable to Xue Fengshui.

The Flying Eagle Trick is extremely powerful, and it is more heavy-weight.

The Qiushui three-style swordsmanship fits perfectly with it.

The sword dance is like a pool of autumn water, elegant and light, hiding a murderous intention.

After only ten moves, Xue Fengshui already had more than ten sword marks on his body.

"Sideline waste, you dare to come out and make a fool of yourself? It's really unbelievable!

What's the use of your broken wood, except for being harder? Retire, serve the family well in the future, and I will find you a good knife. ”

Xue Bing's face was arrogant, and after a blow to Xue Fengshui, he stood in place with a sword, hunting in his robes, showing the demeanor of a grandmaster.

From start to finish, he was invincible.

On talent, on resources, on exercises, which one can Xue Fengshui catch?

If he loses, Xue Bing will simply kill himself.

"Huh." Xue Fengshui wiped the blood on his face and shook it with one hand, "I finally waited for this opportunity now." ”

If we miss it today, when will we have to come out?

When my parents were killed, you know the murderer, but you always defend the murderer.

I can't be the head of the house, and I can't avenge my parents in this life! ”

Xue Fengshui endured it for more than forty years, and only found some eyebrows, but if he wanted to thoroughly find out the truth and take revenge, without the strength of the family, it was impossible for him to do it on his own.

If you miss this opportunity, you will never be able to take revenge in this life.

The resentment that had been suppressed for a long time emerged, and his expression was momentarily hideous.

But it disappeared in a matter of seconds.

Instead, it became solemn and kind, as if a pious old monk.

The ring knife in his hand has a strong and solemn power.

The thin body was as calm as a mountain, "Come on! If you don't succeed, you will be a benevolent! ”

The hatred and war spirit all turned into a solemn and treacherous Zen.

The eyes are full of pity, no sorrow and no joy, no victory and no defeat...... Forgot everything.

The opponent in front of him, in his eyes, is just a lost person who has gone astray, waiting to be admonished and indoctrinated.

"What the fuck are you...... It turns out that there is still hiding! But what does that change? ”

After Xue Bing was stunned, he laughed wildly.

The man has disappeared in place.

The three types of autumn water, the clear light, the flood of autumn waves, and the slaughter of all things.

In Xue Bing's intention, he let the other party see that he was powerful, and at this time he really showed his power.

That sword intent that killed silence, like ice and frost, like lightning and a hong, criss-crossing sword light instantly enveloped Xue Fengshui.

Xue Fengshui's clothes were broken, maintaining a posture of holding a single palm with one hand, and wielding a ring knife with the other.

In terms of speed, it's not fast.

Even some martial artists with low strength can see his sword technique clearly, it is extremely simple, there is no subtlety at all, it is too slow!

But looking at him at the scene, there was gradually more shock.

In the sword light in the sky, his whole person was like a mountain, and the sword intent of great mercy and compassion offset the endless killing moves.

What he is using now is a strange sword technique that only defends and does not attack, and contains Buddhist principles.

It's not from the Xue family's martial arts.

Even some of the people who were most familiar with Xue Fengshui were shocked.

Relying on normal cultivation, it is impossible for Xue Fengshui to defeat Xue Bing.

They knew that Xue Fengshui had been missing for more than half a year, and his strength had increased greatly since he came back.

……

"That guy will win."

Ye Xiaofan looked at Xue Fengshui, who was immobile in the field, and made a judgment thoroughly.

A knife technique from Buddhism, adhering to the principles of compassion Buddhism.

At present, no killer moves have been revealed, only defending and not attacking.

Every time he neutralized Xue Bing's sword moves, he stopped abruptly and would not continue to attack.

In terms of defense, it can be described as solid, mellow and unbreakable, and there is a kind of wisdom that is not coincidental and clumsy.

This is a magical and bizarre knife technique.

And the reason why Ye Xiaofan dared to say that Xue Fengshui could win was not because of his knife skills.

It's because of Xue Fengshui's state at this time.

Not arrogant or impatient, the heart is like stopping water, perfectly matching with the knife technique, and the power is increased by three points.

The internal strength knife method forms a circulation in the body, and rarely escapes from the outside, and the consumption of physical strength and internal strength is negligible.

On the other hand, Xue Bing's heart was already in turmoil.

As a descendant of the Xue family, that arrogance and superiority in the face of the side line are born and have it in their bones.

The longer he dragged on, the more he felt humiliated and humiliated.

The more urgent the swordsmanship and the heavier the killing intent, the more flaws there are on the body.

Spare no effort and use a very expensive killer move many times.

Just a minute.

This person's internal strength has bottomed out.

Although Xue Fengshui suffered some injuries, most of them were skin injuries, and he deliberately avoided the vital points.

Xue Bing's eyes widened angrily, and he waved out the fourth form of autumn water created by himself: autumn water surging.

The fourth trick that has been painstakingly researched over the years.

Ye Xiaofan glanced at it and sneered a little.

The sword move is a little less meaningful, it may not be perfect, the exercise route conflicts with the exercise, hurting others first hurts oneself, in terms of actual power, it may not be as good as the first three styles.

originally thought that Xue Fengshui's sword technique would only defend.

But in a moment, Xue Fengshui opened his eyes, and his anger was as angry as King Kong's anger.

The devastating knife formed a huge golden sword qi, and the momentum was magnificent.

Xue Fengshui screamed and flew upside down, blood gushing out of his body, crashing into the courtyard wall and being buried by rubble.

The old woman screamed and led people to rescue Xue Bing.

"Awesome!"

Ye Xiaofan applauded and praised.

The rest of the people were extremely shocked, and were shocked by this long-standing sword.

The power is already the ultimate of the grandmaster.

Xue Fengshui put away the knife, adjusted his breath, and walked back after a while, bowing to Ye Xiaofan.

"You didn't create this knife technique, did you? What's the matter? Ye Xiaofan asked.

"'The Knife of Mercy', I got it by chance from a cave."

Xue Fengshui responded briefly.

He had no hatred for Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan nodded, and naturally he could see that this guy had obtained far more than this sword technique, including the special internal strength of this person, which had obviously been tempered and strengthened by spiritual objects.

"Dog, you dare to do it!"

The old woman on crutches screamed, her son was seriously injured, hurt his heart, and even if he survived, his strength would be greatly affected.

More than a dozen dead soldiers followed her order and rushed out to find Xue Fengshui to take revenge.

"Do you treat me as dead?"

Far better than Xue Fengshui's strongest sword, the killing intent that was countless times stronger instantly poured away.

It was as if those people were frozen, and no one dared to make any more moves.

The head of a dead soldier in the lead suddenly fell to the ground, and blood gushed out, splashing all around like rain.

"Next time, I'll slaughter you!" Ye Xiaofan's voice was cold.

There was silence all around.