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Xiao Yao held the Xuantie Sword in his hand, and a sense of arrogance naturally arose in his heart. He glanced at Fan Yiweng and said indifferently: "If you want to fight, you will fight, why bother to say more?"

Fan Yiweng nodded slowly, and the solemnity in his eyes was self-evident. After the two confronted each other for a while, suddenly, the dragon head steel staff in his hand was handed out with a "whirl", and the head of the rod was directly pointed at Xiao Yao's chest. Looking at the strength contained in this cane, if it is knocked into the ground, even if the opponent is lucky not to die, it will inevitably end up with a broken sternum and open flesh.

As soon as Fan Yiweng came up, he suddenly made a fierce move, originally wanting to give Xiao Yao a dismount, because in this way, not only can he show his exquisite martial arts in front of a group of junior brothers, making him more convinced of his senior brother, but also maybe it can also have a surprise effect, forcing Xiao Yao to hurry up, so that it will be easier to succeed. However, Fan Yiweng thought well, but Xiao Yao was not afraid at all. He saw the steel staff coming through the wind, and he didn't see the slightest panic, and the dark iron sword in his hand shook downward, and others only heard a dull sound of "dangchang", and the dragon head staff had changed its direction and stabbed towards a love flower tree behind Xiao Yao. "Bang la la", in the blink of an eye, the strange flowers and plants planted on the side of the road have been flattened by Fan Yiweng with a cane.

The blow was unsuccessful, but Fan Yiweng was not discouraged and continued to fight with a stick. He turned around, and the dragon's head staff swept in all directions, and for a moment it was incoherent. Xiao Yao saw that this dwarf had such great strength, and it was really worthy of his reputation, so he didn't dare to underestimate it in his heart, and even if he took a slight step out of Ling Bo, he avoided this blow lightly and skillfully. Seeing that he missed for the second time, Fan Yiweng couldn't help but gradually become really angry in his heart, and his offensive became more and more fierce. He was already extremely short, no more than four feet, and at this time, he was full of strength, and he was all good at it. Originally, most of the people who studied martial arts were tigers and bears. People are tall and big, because years of exercise can not only strengthen the body, but also tap the potential of the human body itself, stimulate the body to continue to break through, so over time, there is hope to reach the perfection of martial arts, with the strongest body to show the strongest moves, such as Xiao Yao, after crossing to the world of the Southern Song Dynasty to start practicing martial arts, only the physical changes that he can feel, such as height and body, etc., have a qualitative leap, but this Fan Yiweng is short but short out of the doorway, Xiao Yao is against the enemy, and he feels constrained for a while。

It turned out that this Fan Yiweng relied on his short stature, but his strength was extremely large, so he simply greeted his opponent with a steel battle. In ordinary martial arts, although there are also "Ditang Knife" and "Sweeping Hall Legs" and other kung fu, those are after all for martial artists with normal height, and they need to bend their legs to perform kung fu. Imagine if a person shrinks his hands and feet, has to bend down and bow his head, or bends his knees and hooks his legs to perform martial arts, even if the moves are exquisite, it is not as comfortable as Fan Yiweng, who is already short and does not need to shrink his body. Xiao Yao's kung fu is actually not very outstanding, and the most refined person he has learned is just the whirlwind leaf sweeping leg method of Peach Blossom Island. Moreover, at this time, no matter how good Xiao Yao worked hard, the human body was only flesh and blood after all, and in front of Fan Yiweng's steel staff, he could only avoid its edge. After three moves, Fan Yiweng had forced Xiao Yao back five steps.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao's heart tightened, and when he took out the light body exercise, he jumped over the top of Fan Yiweng's head, and only then did he turn around and stand still. Fan Yiweng occupies the bottom game, but if the opponent is high and high, it is not his strong point. At this time, he saw Xiao Yao leaping into the air and dodging away, obviously unwilling to direct his edge, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and he refused to relax at all, and attacked again.

It stands to reason that a style of play like Fan Yiweng, who specializes in the opponent's lower game, is not invincible in the world, and it is completely impossible to defend, and Xiao Yao holds a dark iron sword like a door panel, and even if a small steel staff changes a lot, it is nothing in front of the absolute defensive area of this big sword. But Xiao Yao is still not experienced enough to face the enemy, although his heart has changed, but when it comes to the hand to show it, it is not like that, after all, he still has scruples, he just wants to return to the Mongolian army as soon as possible, and he is unwilling to kill in the Valley of Despair, so that this paradise-like place becomes a purgatory on earth, so he always hesitates, so he unknowingly committed the taboo of martial arts, and was beaten back again and again.

Fan Yiweng didn't care so much, he was fighting at this time. Usually he practiced in the valley, except for the valley lord Gongsun Zhi, that is, his master occasionally ordered to teach, and there was no chance to do anything with others. As a senior brother, he can neither beat the master above, nor dare to fight, but to the junior brother below, not only has no suspense in fighting, but also is afraid of hurting the other party, so he has never had the feeling of being as hearty as this battle today, not to mention Xiao Yao, he still has the upper hand now, how can the momentum of pride and enjoyment in his heart disappear so easily? Therefore, when he turned around, he immediately attacked like a storm.

When it comes to figure, Xiao Yao is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and in the face of his steel rod that Fan Yiweng is waiting for an opportunity like a poisonous snake, although he feels tricky, he has not yet reached the point of helplessness. In the blink of an eye, two more moves passed, and Fan Yiweng's steel rod swept towards Xiao Yao's legs. Xiao Yao's left leg was slightly raised, seemingly slowly, and when the steel rod was forked, he suddenly pressed his toes a little harder, and the whole person had already flown up with strength. In mid-air, the Xuantie Sword in Xiao Yao's hand used the word "split" and slashed towards the top of Fan Yiweng's head. Fan Yiweng's left hand turned on the top of his head, and the steel rod made a circle, and a huge force immediately collided with the Xuantie Sword. Xiao Yao was in mid-air, focusing on rootlessness, and was hit by Fan Yiweng like this, Fan Yiweng used his strength to dodge, but he was swept aside.

As soon as he landed, Fan Yiweng attacked with a cane, and looking at his expression, he was very proud. Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao's heart suddenly became angry, and secretly said that this old man is really too deceitful, can't he see that he is a merciful subordinate? Although he wants to fight, he does not have to end with killing people to see popularity, he just hopes that the other party can retreat from the difficulties and let himself go. He didn't understand that Fan Yiweng had lived in a secluded valley for a long time, like a trapped beast, and when he encountered a battle with real swords and guns, once his blood and passion were ignited, how could he care so much? At this time, Xiao Yao was controlled by others everywhere, with his character, where could he endure it any longer? Seeing that Fan Yiweng had no intention of stopping, Xiao Yao saw the opportunity, and the Xuantie Sword suddenly swung into the wind, forcing Fan Yiweng back and said: "It's because you don't know what to do, then it's no wonder that I can't blame." As soon as the words fell, the whole person shot out like an arrow. As soon as the Xuantie Sword Technique was cast, the sword wind on the mountain road suddenly became cold, like a black storm rising out of thin air, sweeping towards Fan Yiweng.