Still in the same grove before, the sun was even brighter.

Zhang Daring was lying on the ground, I don't know how long he had passed out.

Li Zhengyi dragged his arms and looked at the two brothers on the other side, who were attacking and fighting each other back and forth.

Whether it is the action or the method, it is much more dangerous than before.

It was only at this time that he had a better understanding of these masters with strange arts.

At the same time, there is also some desire, if he will also do the two of them, then the strength will have a qualitative leap.

Although his current ability is not weak, in terms of offense, most of the time he can only rely on his strong physical fitness, and his awakening golden sword.

With this kind of strength, it is enough to deal with the general situation, but in the face of some people with strange abilities, I am afraid that I can only retreat in a hurry.

Unless something special happens, Li Zhengyi thinks that it will be difficult for him to resist those masters with very strange methods.

For example, Qian Zhenren, who is now fighting with Xu Daochang, in terms of reaching out, even if Li Zhengyi meets him alone, he can stalemate and match for a period of time.

But once the other party uses the weird volley finger or other dangerous Dao techniques just now, then the best situation Li Zhengyi can expect is to retreat unharmed.

However, it is impossible to escape at the moment, not only that, but he has to be even more vigilant.

When fighting before, it can be said that for the sake of Xu Daochang's face, Li Zhengyi did not go all out.

But Qian Zhenren, that guy, that finger just now was obviously aimed at his life.

If Li Zhengyi hadn't been able to dodge in time, the place where he was poked would not have been his arm, but his throat.

Even if you are hit in the shoulder, you can feel such a sharp pain, and if you poke it in the throat, then the consequences may be a little unimaginable.

Now that the other party has made a dead move, if he continues to consider other factors and does not dare to go all out, then he will really become a fool who kills himself.

However, since it is not yet the most dangerous moment, and the two people in the venue who are still sober besides him are all masters, Li Zhengyi is not ready to expose all his means for the time being.

Although the two seem to be fighting at the moment, Li Zhengyi can see that the people in the front are being forced to retreat step by step.

Faced with such a situation, he didn't hesitate or think too much, and directly waved the long sword in his hand and cut off two wooden sticks on the branch next to him.

Then he temporarily inserted the golden sword into the grass in front of him, holding an arm-length wooden stick in each of his left and right hands.

Just like the previous training to throw flying swords, he tried his best to throw Qian Zhenren who was more and more smug on his face.

"Woo..."

Although the wooden stick is not as powerful as the throwing sword, the momentum is more terrifying.

Two sounds in the air, like the howl of a wolf, struck at the real person at a rapid speed.

This can generally be said to be a terrifying attack, how can it be concealed from the other party's awareness.

When there was still a distance of two or three zhang, that Qian Zhenren first kicked Xu Daochang back.

Then, with one finger, he knocked the wooden stick in front of him from the air to the ground.

When the second wooden stick was about to hit him in the face, the peachwood sword in his hand swung again, successfully blocking Li Zhengyi's sudden attack.

But now that it's decided, I'm going all out on the level of strength that I'm showing at the moment.

Then Li Zhengyi's attack cannot be limited to this.

His figure was almost immediately behind the two sticks that he had thrown out.

Before the second wooden stick hit the ground, Qian Zhenren saw a little golden cold light, which quickly enlarged in his eyes.

Although the gorgeous golden sword body and the rubies dotted on the sword grid like a treasure made Qian Zhenren very dazzling.

But in the face of the current mortal danger, he could not hesitate for money.

The peachwood sword that had just been swung in his hand returned in a strange posture in the air, once again blocking the path of Li Zhengyi's attack.

"Smack!"

Although it was a wooden sword, it was not directly cut off by Li Zhengyi's golden sword that was almost as hard as clay.

Instead, after a crisp sound at the time of impact, a very obvious slash mark appeared on the red mahogany sword.

This peachwood sword is considered to have been treasured and used by Qian Zhenren for many years, otherwise he would not have carried it with him.

Now it has been destroyed, but before he has time to feel distressed, he saw the golden long sword that Li Zhengyi had just stopped, and scraped towards his face with a backhand.

Feeling Li Zhengyi's attack power, his speed was still much stronger than before.

At the same time, Qian Zhenren was surprised, but also understood that the young man in front of him, who didn't seem to be very old, also had reservations in the previous time, and he could be regarded as hiding a hand.

But it happened to be Li Zhengyi's hidden hand, which made Qian Zhenren's current situation become dangerous and embarrassed again.

In the face of the sword he picked up with his backhand, if he couldn't dodge it, at least a piece of face would be cut off from his face.

But at that moment, the peachwood sword in his hand was too late to defend himself, and he was about to be scraped off by Li Zhengyi's golden sword.

In a hurry, Qian Zhenren suddenly exerted his strength under his feet, turned over towards a harrier in the back, and narrowly avoided Li Zhengyi's dangerous blow.

But even so, after he landed, he found that the yellow robe he was wearing had a big cut on his stomach.

Even the belly showed a blood-red mark the length of a palm, and after wiping a handful of blood oozing from the belly wound, I felt the pain of a cold cut.

It can be seen from this how sharp the golden sword in Li Zhengyi's hand is.

Faced with such pain and embarrassment that he had suffered, Qian Zhenren became angry for a while.

I saw that he was chubby, his face was furrowed, and he was just about to say something from his mouth when he saw a golden arc of light strike again.

As Li Zhengyi, who has many fighting experiences, how could he die after two or three hits.

Even in terms of the spicinessness and persistence of the duel, he may not be inferior to Xu Daochang's two brothers.

At the same time, although there are helpers next to him, he does not pin his hopes on others, but chooses to continue to fight desperately.

In many cases, few people on both sides of the rivalry will have such an attitude of not ending in the course of fighting.

If there is, it can definitely suppress the momentum of the other party to a certain extent.