Gatar looked at Dongzhi, who rushed up like crazy, spat disdainfully, and with a toe he brought the short axe to his hand, and the blade of the axe drew a semicircle from the bottom to the top, just blocking the scimitar that Dongzhi slashed.

Generally speaking, top-down slashes are usually stronger than bottom-ups, and Dongzhi is angry and fiercely three points stronger than usual.

But in the end, the gap in cultivation was too big, and the black thin boy himself was malnourished, and the seemingly fierce knife was not only broken by the Gatar with a short axe, but the axe blade picked him up with residual strength, and fell heavily on the ground in the distance, raising up snow and dust.

"Phew. Katar took a sip, put the short axe on his shoulder, and said disdainfully: "With your three-legged cat's knife skills, you are also worthy of fighting with Lao Tzu, and honestly hand over your mother-in-law, and the master will let you live!"

"Cough!" Dong Zhi coughed up a mouthful of blood, wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up, rotated the knife back into the sheath of his waist, held the scabbard in his left hand, and held the handle of the knife in his right hand, and put on an ancient sword posture that was about to come out of the knife, his eyes were like eagle falcons, full of firm indifference.

From what Katar had just said, he heard the most important information, that his clever sister should have hid in the secret passage where the grain and water were stored when the Katar broke the lock, and was not harmed, which made him regain his composure instantly.

The short encounter just now had already made Dong Zhi understand that the Gatar in front of him was the strongest person he had ever encountered, and he was far superior to him in terms of strength and technique. And the remnants of the swordsmanship he cultivated, he only had sword momentum but no moves, and his only hope for victory was to rely on the sword drawing technique he had comprehended to see if he could turn defeat into victory.

And Dongzhi's solemn slaughter also made Gatar feel some pressure, but of course he wouldn't take a hairy boy in his eyes because of his self-cultivation, but the cunning he had always been made him want to find some advantages other than moves.

I saw that Katar kept adjusting his angle to approach Dongzhi with a frivolous pace, and at the same time he said something that he didn't provoke, but no matter how hard he tried, Dongzhi was the one who was extremely calm, only the pair of black eyes like a falcon stared at Katar's neck.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, Dongzhi suddenly stepped forward with an arrow, and the scimitar on his waist suddenly came out of the sheath, as fast as a meteor across the sky, and Katar almost saw Dongzhi step forward in the first second, and then crossed the short axe to his neck, but at the moment when Dongzhi's scimitar came out of the sheath, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed, and the axe blade was moved down a foot, staggering to block the white mark.

It turned out that Dongzhi's aim at the throat was just an illusion, and his real target was Katar's chest, but the little cleverness couldn't withstand the real cultivation after all, and the lightning-fast scimitar was finally blocked by the axe blade, and the angry kick of Katar was poking Dongzhi's chest.

"Boom. ”

The scimitar fell to the ground, and Dongzhi was kicked and slammed to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

The Katar, who had just experienced the line of life and death, wiped the sweat from his head, picked up the scimitar, and said ruthlessly to Dong Zhiyin, who was struggling to get up: "At such a young age, it is so insidious and ruthless, if you are allowed to let it go for a few more years, Lao Tzu may not be able to withstand it, but today, you will definitely die, and the god of Asura will not be able to save you!"

From Dongzhi slashing the young man sitting on the door to rush into the room, to him being beaten out by Katar, and then to the two of them fighting to the death, it was only a dozen breaths of time, and the two people who only had each other in their eyes obviously forgot that there was also a Tang Luo who was wearing a star robe and a mask, but was already impatient.

He originally thought that the little guy named Dongzhi should have practiced his swordsmanship hard, and it shouldn't be a problem to deal with the middle-aged man at the peak of the mortal realm, but who knew that this kid just had a posture and no moves, and there was no difference between slashing and slashing at a beginner, as a swordsman, he couldn't even hold his own knife, and even the hand drawing knife technique was like a defective product made up by the wild road, this kind of child's life-and-death struggle like a family is really unbearable.

Isn't it funny that the martial arts have been in great prosperity for a thousand years, and the human race still has such a backward place in martial arts.

"Can you still stand up?"

The impatient Tang Luo finally spoke, and a hoarse voice sounded, startling the Katar, turning his head to see that his legs were weak, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground, and the Katar, who fell to the ground, trembled, like a lamb seeing a tiger and a leopard.

Dongzhi turned his head to look at the masked stranger, and then at the Katar who was kneeling on the ground three feet away, and suddenly a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, only to see him stagger to his feet and staggered towards the Katar.

Katar naturally heard Dongzhi's movements, but in front of Tang Luo, he didn't dare to move, what happened in the tavern had already exhausted all his courage, in his eyes, the tall and thin man wearing a mask was a devil that only the Asura God could match, and he couldn't resist at all.

Dong Zhi staggered to the side of the Gathar, and slashed at his neck with a scimitar on the ground, and at the critical moment of life and death, the Gathar once again overcame the fear in his heart, picked up the short axe and slashed upward, before the East Zhi scimitar chopped down, his short axe will be able to disembowel the opponent, and he will be cut in the shoulder at most.

But as soon as he picked up the short axe, he was overwhelmed by a strong spiritual pressure, unable to move, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he raised his gaze with difficulty, only to see the pair of surging and indifferent heavy pupils behind Gou Chen's mask.

The scimitar slashed neatly, blood gushed out of his neck, and on the flying head of the Katar, only reluctance and resentment remained.

Dongzhi, who had a blade in his hand, sat down heavily on the ground, gasped twice fiercely with a scimitar, and then rushed into the house with a rolling belt, turning over the bed board of the inner room, revealing the black hole underneath.

Swallowing the qi and blood that was going up, Dongzhi called softly: "Ah Mei, Ah Mei, it's okay, you can come out." ”

Sang Lu, who was hiding in the dark cave and holding a short dagger, couldn't help but shed tears when she heard her brother's voice, and as soon as she threw the dagger, she crawled out of the cave, and when she saw her brother with a bloodstained face, she hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief, and said distressedly: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's fine, I was slightly injured when I killed the two robbers. ”

Dongzhi said as easily as if killing the Katar was just a wave of his hand.

Men are always willing to show their strong side in front of their families, but they don't say a word about some hardships and near-miss lives.

Just as the two siblings were rejoicing, a third voice suddenly came to mind in the room.

"So that's what you do more than your life. ”