Chapter Ninety-One: The Dark Iron Holy Armor

When John saw that he had just blinked, he suddenly saw that the long sword was flying and seemed to be coming, and hurriedly avoided it, but he didn't know that he had avoided a sword, and there was a second sword and a third sword behind him. He was wearing armor, and he estimated that the little ghost was weaker than himself, but with the strength of his sword, if he really hit the vital point, although it would not be fatal, he would definitely suffer a lot of injuries. After a few moves, I felt that this swordsmanship was extremely vicious, and I was shocked in my heart, and I frequently retreated, and I didn't know how to retreat dozens of steps.

At the same time, he also saw that although the sword move was vicious, there were traces of the sword move, and it was easy to see through. But whenever he saw five or six flaws in his sword moves, and was about to attack, Yuan Hao would turn around and run, and before he could even move the knife, he ran far away and couldn't touch it at all.

This kind of "if you can't win, run away, if you ignore me, I will sneak attack you" The lower three cheap fighting methods were much beyond the expectations of everyone present, especially the two soldiers of the Holy Sect, which was completely different from the fighting methods of the Central Plains warriors they knew.

Only those who are scrambling to hide behind, hearing the name of the move, seeing his style of play, want to laugh and get angry, and only the ruffians who are not in the stream will make them fight in this way, who would use such moves in a life-threatening struggle?

But when the rest of the people think about it, they all think, "This baby is too young, how can she understand these truths?"

Because of this, Li Ruoxu will ask Yuan Hao not to use this method to compete in actual combat, firstly, it is too unpopular, and if it is used often, it will inevitably cause people to be unhappy; secondly, it is to meet a real master, such a means of fighting and running, you are faster than the other party, and you will come when you want to run the opponent's attack, but it is easy to kill yourself.

However, Yuan Hao adheres to his own set of concepts: If the opponent is an upright and good person, he will use the ordinary way to compete in martial arts, and if he loses, then what's the matter? If he is facing a despicable and shameless villain, even if he has to use the trick of stealing chickens and dogs, he must also frustrate the arrogance of the other party and win the victory or defeat, so that the other party will be ashamed and embarrassed.

When the time passed, John became more and more angry, and the big knife swung more than ten times, and at the moment he was annoyed and hated, and scolded: "Little ghost! If you can take me three times and not die, even if you win, I will let you go, how about it?"

"This friend from the Western Regions, you are stupid! Why do I have to be stabbed? You can't beat me, it's your problem, what do you have to do with me? Above board? Hehe, fighting with villains, what do you talk about?" Yuan Hao replied as he ran, the long sword in his hand did not stop, and he was still waiting for an opportunity to move.

When John heard this, his face sank, and he was extremely angry, but he really had no way to take Yuan Hao, so he could only let the other party jump left and right like a rabbit, coming and going freely.

After a few more moves, the two of them were all safe and evenly matched, and neither side tended to be inferior.

However, Yuan Hao found that every time the long sword in his hand hit the vital point, it was ineffective, and the blade was difficult to break through the armor, so he had to return in vain. His mind moved, and he only said that this was because his realm was too low and his strength was insufficient, and he thought, "Grandpa Turtle's, although the method of running and fighting is useful, if you continue to fight like this, it is very likely that you will use all your Dao Qi and you will not be able to defeat this Holy Sect soldier. 」

Seeing that Yuan Hao's face was embarrassed, John immediately sneered: "What, you little devil has finally found out? Hmph, with your three-legged cat swordsmanship, you still want to destroy our Holy Sect's Xuantie Holy Armor? Tell you, don't be delusional!"

"Xuantie Holy Armor?" Yuan Hao's heart jumped slightly.

John continued, "Yes, this Dark Iron Holy Armor is made from a hundred years of dark iron collected from the Holy Mountain through the secret method of the Holy Sect. To tell you the truth, the armor created by Xuantie alone can be fought for ten or twenty years, and you can't even break through a single hole!"

Yuan Hao was shocked when he heard this, he had never heard of the Xuantie thing, and he didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false, so he quietly glanced at Brother Liu, and when he saw that he looked frightened, he was tangled, thinking that the Xuantie thing might not be fake.

That Jonny and Brother Liu looked at each other, one raised a gun, the other held a sword, and neither of them could move, so they only dared to shout, "John, don't talk too much, the matter of the Holy Armor, it is a secret in the sect, how can you talk nonsense like this?"

John Senran said, "What if you say it? Anyway, these two people have nothing to do with the Holy Armor, so we just need to wait for them to exhaust their Dao qi and then kill people, won't we? Hehe, dead people don't tell the truth." 」

It turned out that the other party was fearless, Yuan Hao's brain turned, the long sword was strangled, and he no longer used a thousand sword techniques, anyway, if he continued like this, it would be a waste of Dao Qi, so he simply stopped his sword to observe the situation.

John laughed and said, "Why, don't you dare to use your sword?"

Yuan Hao was not to be outdone, and replied with a smile: "Friend of the Western Regions, I am afraid that you will not be able to beat me all the time, and when you get angry, you will sulk and refuse to fight me again. After a pause, as if to comfort someone, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, what can I do?"

"Very good, very good! Then as you said, Lao Tzu will go over!" John was simply annoyed, he understood very clearly, this Yuan Hao simply looked down on him. As soon as the big knife in his hand came out, he whirred twice, and the sound of breaking the wind was urgent and fierce, and the strong wind was suffocating, which showed the strength of its strength.

I saw that among the big swords, although there were no moves, every knife and every momentum should be in place and the accuracy would not be lost. Compared with John, who had the Xuantie Holy Armor for self-defense, Yuan Hao only had a thin little rag, and if he was hit by a big knife, he would have to be seriously injured if he died.

In this dark hole, the vision was already dim, and it was difficult to see other things, and it was also the hidden hiding place of the Holy Sect of the Western Regions, so John and Jonny both took off their helmets, revealing their original true faces.

The so-called feng shui takes turns, this time Yuan Hao was forced to retreat again and again, after all, it is useless to use the sword, and he has to waste his qi for no reason. He observed the enemy intently, and saw that the knife technique would attack the left and the right for a while, without any regularity, only strength, chaotic and disorderly, very strange.

In a flash, Yuan Hao retreated again, his back hit the stone wall, and then looked left and right, all of them were standing on the stone wall, and there was no way to escape.

John sneered, and said with a smug expression: "Look where else can you run away, this little ghost!" Without waiting for Yuan Hao to answer, he kicked on the ground, raised his big knife above his head, and in the dimness, the red light flashed, and he slashed straight down. He looked hideous and said, "Die! 」