Hao Fei is very clear about his qualifications, whether it is IQ, talent, or diligence, he can only be regarded as middle and upper. In other aspects, there may be some luck, but it can't be called against the sky. And these traits have a dazzling light in the people around him, which can make him contrast and clear self-awareness at all times.

From the beginning to today, he knows that every time he improves, most of them are desperately earned, and he racks his brains.

Therefore, he was already a disciple of the seven bags of the Beggar Gang, but he only dared to hang one bag. Yes, it is only dare. Others do this, in the vast majority of cases, they are pretending to be 13 pretending to be pigs and eating tigers. When he did this, he said that it sounded low-key, but in fact, he really realized his own shortcomings, and he had a little idea of causing less trouble in his heart.

is also a senior brother, he clearly knows that he is basically not the opponent of these senior brothers of other major sects. Although the bastard skill is strong, there is no move to match it, and the second order of the beggar gang, not to mention that it is not up to the level of learning now, is complete, and it is at most on par with other sects. is like a sugar chop, if he hadn't been poisoned by a plot, he would have only won forty percent of the battle in that ring. Other senior brothers in places such as Qingcheng, Huashan, and Wudang will not be worse than sugar slashing. Today, he stands side by side with people like Sugar Chop, and with the same status, he can't allow himself to stand still.

"Ahh Hao Fei yelled. In the past, he thought that when a person made a move, he yelled and yelled quite contrived. Since entering [Freedom] and having martial arts, he has known that the beginning of this exhalation is very important, not only to eliminate the turbidity in the lungs, speed up the mobilization of the internal force of the dantian, but also strengthen the momentum and courage.

It's just that his roar is completely to concentrate his attention and eliminate distracting thoughts.

The Mad Wand method is like an electric fan, which has been adjusted from three levels of high power to one gear, and the attack speed is more than a step slower. This kind of martial art of winning pure attacks with speed is not as flexible as ordinary moves after slowing down.

A wound half a foot long and half an inch deep appeared on Hao Fei's shoulder. The internal force is all used in the staff method, he is single-minded and multi-purpose, and he can no longer be distracted to mobilize internal force for defense, as long as he is hit, it is a real damage.

The Crane Control Gong has ended for a week, and Hao Fei did not smoothly connect to the Mixed Seed Gong, so he barely started running. In this space, the Mad Wand method has no internal force attachment bonus, and the trace of gray gas effect that appears with the stick wind disappears without a trace, and the strength and speed decrease again.

His opponents are not newcomers, they may not be the most powerful masters among the Lightbringers, but they are definitely experienced. They naturally saw the sudden descent of Hao Fei's martial arts, but they only hesitated for half a second, and then attacked frantically without hesitation.

Two more swords, one slashed through Hao Fei's calf, and the other stabbed on his shoulder blade. Try to avoid the key points, it is already the limit of what he can do at present, at this time the old force has gone, the new force has just been born, it can be said that he has successfully completed the transformation, but it has also ushered in the most dangerous time.

It only takes two seconds for the Mixed Skill to work all over the body, and the Mad Wand Method can stack up the speed again.

These two seconds can be spent countless times inadvertently, but now they are longer than two years.

Hao Fei has a wealth of combat experience, and his insight is still very good.

The three people who fought with him, one easily swept away his ancestral wooden stick with a sword, the other raised his hand and stabbed a sword into his chest, while the third person turned around and rushed behind him, blocking the way of retreat.

So Hao Fei watched the long sword stab into his chest, as if in slow motion, but he couldn't do anything. It's a bad feeling, it's just a matter of being slaughtered. Without internal force, there is no defense, and if you stab this time, you can lie down.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that in many works, those protagonists, at such a critical juncture, would roar, and then either break out or break through, flipping the plot with a crushing attitude. So he couldn't help but laugh a little, why can't this Nima happen to me?

As a master, observation is important. The swordsman who was attacking saw the curvature of Hao Fei's mouth suddenly curled slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly. In this situation, if the opponent is laughing, the eighth layer is deceitful. He didn't know that Hao Fei was smiling bitterly, in his opinion, Hao Fei's behavior just now was already very incomprehensible. A set of stick tricks is played well, why did it suddenly slow down, and the internal force was withdrawn. He didn't believe that the other party had no internal strength, how could a person who could stand side by side with the senior brother of the Blood Knife Sect be so weak?

At this moment, both the offensive and defensive sides thought a lot, although it was not a game of each other's thoughts, but also a choice of their own hearts. Hao Fei chose not to retreat half a step, one way to the dark, and insisted on these two seconds, the bastard gong ran all over the body, and everything was negotiable. And this swordsman wandered between a full stab and a few rounds of deception, and finally chose to keep a hand.

This is a sword in the chest, because it was withdrawn by five points of strength, and the speed was a little slower. Although Hao Fei felt it, but losing the blessing of internal force on speed, he could only try his best to avoid the trembling acupoint pointed directly at the tip of the sword, and use the pectoralis major muscle to bear it.

"Ahh Another roar. This time it was not Hao Fei who made the sound, but the sugar slash on the other side, just at the moment when the tip of the sword pierced the skin of Hao Fei's chest muscles, just cutting his muscles.

Sugar Slash has been entangled for a long time, and although his movements are only so fast, his thoughts are divergent. The body can only make a move with Meng Xuan, but his mind has been paying attention to the battle.

As a strong senior brother of the Blood Knife Sect for a long time, it was the first time for him to be beaten with rhythm like this. What's more, seeing that Hao Fei had been injured in several places, the anger in his heart became even more intense. Although he knew that with Hao Fei's strength, he would not be injured by someone so badly, but as a friend, he would not think about any reason, nor would he find any reason, the other party must help if he has something.

With the roar of the sugar chop, a cold and solemn aura took him as the center point, with a trace of black gas, and swept the audience. This momentum is cold and piercing, and it does not distinguish between friend and foe, making everyone fall into an ice cellar.

A life player like the employer, who only has basic internal strength, fainted directly under the double attack of flute sound and knife intent, and his curled body was still trembling violently. As for the other second-order masters, some could only stop and resist, and some of their movements became slow.

This is not aimed at a single person, but at the whole audience. Only those who are strong-willed and those who have their own momentum can fight each other.