There are many reasons why Lin Ying always stands at the gate of the city, and it seems to be extremely sufficient.

For example, if you want to protect the big Si Nong, you also have to watch the other guards not act rashly so as not to fall into the same situation as last time.

However, the reason is just the reason, no matter how good the reason is, it will seem deliberate, and deliberately explaining it is not Lin Ying's style.

In fact, if she really wants to help Xu Changan, there are naturally many ways, so the most important thing for the two of them not to help is to let Xu Changan try it.

This is a real battle, not a drill, and the actual combat can stimulate people's fighting instincts more, and they will no longer think about those bells and whistles that are useless.

Da Sinong was a little anxious and wanted to carry the hoe to help, but was stopped by Lin Ying and Jiang Ming who said that they had nothing to do, and the white horse was in front of the horses and raised his head to watch the good show, remembering who was scolding himself for being a beast on the edge of the barren grassland that had just become a melon field?

Xu Changan didn't have time to care about the thoughts in the hearts of everyone and the beast, the black sword did not take off his hand and fell directly to the ground, but threw it hard behind him, this action was difficult to do at the moment when he was kicked out from the opposite side.

But Xu Changan still tried his best to do it, he used the fastest reaction and great effort to make this action, because without the sword, he was definitely not that person's opponent, so even if he wanted to throw the sword, he had to throw it where he could go.

Although he had already squeezed into the ranks of cultivators, he was only in the initial realm, and although he was slightly stronger than before the mountain was opened, it was relatively not too obvious.

If he hadn't reacted so quickly, he would have been knocked to the ground by the time that punch came, and it would have been impossible for him to react to the opponent's knee lift and then instantly raise his foot and kick forward.

And now it's just uncomfortable, and the uncomfortable means that he at least bears it.

The pain in his forehead, arms, and soles made his brow furrow.

The black sword swirled through the air, stabbing diagonally into the not-so-soft ground.

Xu Changan also rolled a few times on the ground, and his back hit the black sword he threw out.

This proves that the way he threw the sword was absolutely correct, otherwise the taste of rolling on the ground with a black sword would definitely be uncomfortable, if so, he might not have to wait for the other side to attack at all, and he was already powerless.

After struggling to stabilize, he didn't have time to feel the pain around him, and he didn't have time to think about why Lin Ying and Jiang Ming never made a move.

As long as the bones are not broken, then he can still move. The body squatted slightly, suddenly tensed, his right hand reached behind him and pulled out the black sword from the ground, and then kicked the ground with his right foot, stepping on a deep footprint, holding the black sword with both hands and slashing towards the person who was chasing!

The momentum of this sword is definitely there, and it even makes Xu Changan have the idea that even if there is a mountain in front of him, he can be split by his own sword.

So an idea is an idea after all, and he hadn't had a sword that could split his mountain in the past few months, and now this sword hadn't cut out.

The whole action was done in one go, without any mud and water, but the sword that seemed to be flowing suddenly retracted when Xu Changan's hands were raised above his head, and his right foot on the ground almost stumbled, so he had to temporarily change his movement and jump to the side.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and all the offensives that have been rehearsed in advance in the mind cannot easily become reality.

The reason for this change in the picture is very simple, he can prepare, and the other party is not just standing there and stupidly watching him to meet the sword.

The man in front of him was definitely not idle, he thought that Xu Changan would definitely be seriously injured and lose his combat effectiveness after this blow, but he didn't think that the young man in front of him had actually succeeded in opening the mountain and becoming a real cultivator in these two months.

Even so, he didn't think that he could kill the young man with one blow, so when Xu Changan was kicked away by himself, his feet suddenly rushed forward, and when he passed by, he swept up his spear that had just been taken out of his hand, and wanted to give Xu Changan the final blow.

It was this shot that forced Xu Changan to temporarily change his movements, which is an inch long and an inch strong, especially suitable for the current Xu Changan.

The marksmanship was very sharp, the eyes of the young man who looked straight at him were like needles, his throat rolled violently, his feet kept changing movements, but the black sword in his hand did not dare to stop for a moment.

No matter how dangerous the gun on the opposite side was, Xu Changan's eyes seemed to be able to catch it, and then blocked it one by one with the seemingly slender blade of the black sword in his hand.

But the price was that his hands were so bad that he was about to lose consciousness, and even a little blood began to ooze between his fingers.

The amplitude of the black sword's swing is not large, often only between square inches, and if it is confirmed that it is blocking the attack of the gun, it will instantly retract its strength, in order to save his strength to the greatest extent.

Xu Changan could see that the man should not have much time, so he gave up the initiative to attack and delayed as much time as possible.

After all, there are more and more onlookers at the city gate, and some passers-by who don't know the situation will inevitably think that it is inappropriate for the city gate guard to bully a teenager like this.

The man also seemed to have sensed the thoughts in the young man's heart, and also saw that Xu Changan was far more slippery than he imagined.

The spear in his hand has changed from a one-hit kill against the delusion of the eyebrows to some of the easier targets to hit in the chest, abdomen, and legs.

His choice was right, no matter which part he stabbed, as long as he saw blood, he could easily get the next shot.

Xu Changan has never been able to get close to him, and his pace is already a little flustered at this time, and it has never been easy to deal with it in his hands.

The flustered pace and the difficulty of dealing with it mean that he will not be able to dodge every attack.

That spear suddenly broke through the defense line of the black sword in Xu Chang'an's hand at an extremely treacherous angle, and stabbed straight into his left chest!

The white horse at the gate of the city widened his eyes, hissed highly, and then rushed away from the crowd of onlookers in front of him, and the four iron hooves stepped on it with extra force.

The spear in Lin Ying's hand landed instantly, and he couldn't see the slightest expression on his face, but one hand was trembling slightly.

Da Si Nong picked up the hoe, Jiang Ming's fingers pinched the sword trick, and the Xiu sword in his hand came out of its sheath.

The onlookers at the gate of the city widened their eyes, and these reactions were all instantaneous.

At this moment, everyone felt that the breeze at the gate of the city began to blow a little chilly, and there was no spring until March.

A moment is short, and it flies quickly, and it seems negligible, but if you take it apart, it is one moment after another.

The next moment, the crowd of onlookers had time to cover their eyes, and they couldn't bear to look at the bloody picture.

The white horse was about to step out of the second hoof, Lin Ying's silver spear just fell to the ground, and there was a crisp sound on the ground at the gate of the city, which was already a bluestone slab, and the Xiu sword in Jiang Ming's hand just came out of the sheath completely and flashed with a cold cold glow.

As the person concerned, Xu Chang'an, the black sword he was wielding was still held in the air, and the spear on the opposite side almost happened to pass by the sword, quietly staying on his left chest.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and both hands didn't even have time to let go of the black sword in their hands, and there was silence outside the city gate, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Xu Changan could almost feel the power of the spear coming from the point on his chest to his whole body, he knew that time could not stand still, so he was the first to break the silence.

With trembling feet, he took two steps back, staring blankly at the smooth and sharp tip of the spear that remained in mid-air.

Killing without seeing blood, what a sharp shot!

Xu Changan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, raised a hand to cover his chest in pain, and didn't have time to look down, because the spear didn't seem to be withdrawn after it was successful, but continued to stab himself.

Xu Changan was really a little angry at this time, and he didn't have time to care about the non-existent injury on his chest, he raised his black sword and retreated violently, and was about to take the initiative to attack.

Why did he still want to take the initiative to attack? Xu Changan instantly discovered the problem.

The trembling and mahjong hands that were about to lose consciousness could not feel the stickiness of the blood, but the dilated eyes could see more clearly the shock and surprise in the eyebrows and eyes of the person behind the spear, and they could also hear the sounds of fear around them, and the light boos after the fear.

The crowd of onlookers thought that the blow in the left chest just now was the guard's hand, and even began to think that it was a drill or two street performers trying to cheat sympathy and ask for some money, after all, no one thought that a teenager could block a sharp spear with his body alone.

Lin Ying and Jiang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't have time to react to what strange things had happened to Xu Changan, one of them picked up the spear and didn't care about anything, and the sword in the other's hand had already stabbed out.

If there is anything strange about Xu Changan, it is too much, otherwise he would not be able to try to climb the ninth floor in Wangshu Tower.

But his survival had nothing to do with the more bizarre oddities.

He didn't have much on him, and the three characters that Liu Chunsheng inscribed for him and the four letters written by his own Lao Tzu were stacked together and stuffed into an envelope.

Then there was a black cloth bag with gold thread inlaid that he picked up at Zhang Sanku's house, and the cloth bag contained the gold cakes that Wu Qitu gave him when he was in Jincheng, and now there are seven left.

These gold cakes have been hidden in his chest because he is afraid of losing them, which is obviously a lot of money, but along the way, he will always unconsciously forget that he still has such a sum of money, and even if it wasn't for the monk who remembered it all the way to remind him that he had forgotten it last time in Yingdu City.

Xu Changan seemed to have reacted, and one hand lightly hammered his chest position as if to provoke, and then couldn't help but cough heavily twice.

Sensing that Lin Ying and Jiang Ming were about to make a move, Xu Changan waved his hand to signal himself to come, and he was so angry that he must have thought that he wanted to teach the other party a lesson in person, so he couldn't let others take action.

But who in this line of business would listen to him... I'm afraid it's only the black sword in his own hand.

An angry voice came from the city gate, "Presumptuous!

The man on the other side knelt down on one knee and saluted there, then glared at Xu Changan and turned to leave.

Hearing this voice and seeing this picture, Lin Ying put away the gun, Jiang Ming put away the sword, and Xu Changan seemed to be unable to teach that person a lesson.

But people can't pretend they don't understand people, but horses can.