As if he hadn't heard Qi Xinyuan's words, the young man didn't even pay attention to him instead of being proud.

Qi Xinyuan touched a soft nail and felt that the boss was boring. I thought to myself that a fledgling young man, although he is more agile, am I really afraid that you will not succeed? So he asked, "I don't know what the young man is trying to do when he snatches my dart flag?"

The young man still didn't have the slightest expression on his face, but with a wave of his hand, there was a "poof" sound, and the dart flag was already deeply inserted into the soil. Only then did he say: "I just said, I want that batch of red goods." There's no kidding, and there's no time to joke with you. This is what Qi Xinyuan said just now, and this young man actually copied it.

Qi Xinyuan laughed and laughed. It is not easy to make an old fox like Qi Xinyuan laugh like this. He laughed for a while before he said, "Are you sure that you can defeat all my dart masters here by yourself?"

The boy said, "I'm not sure, now you can go." ”

Qi Xinyuan said: "You let me go?"

The young man said: "Yes, take your dart master, hold your red goods, you can leave at any time, but the only thing is ...... The dart flag remains. ”

Qi Xinyuan smiled again. This time it was a deep laugh, a mysterious laugh, the kind of laughter that the old rivers and lakes often make. He heard the stalk in the boy's words. Someone took the bodyguard's dart flag outside, which was even more serious than losing red goods. Although the dart flag can be redone, the reputation is difficult to recover. Once the reputation of the dart game spreads, it will be difficult to eat this bite of rice in the future. If the rivers and lakes spread out that the dart flags of this dart game have been robbed, doesn't that mean that the signboard of this dart game has been smashed?

To his surprise, this young man understood this truth as well.

Qi Xinyuan nodded with a smile and said, "Very good." Then I'll learn from you and see if you have any outstanding martial arts, whether they are more powerful than Jia Feishen's broadsword. ”

After saying this, Qi Xinyuan took out the three judge's pens around his waist, danced into a ball of pen flowers, dazzling people's eyes, and rushed towards the young man.

However, this young man's sword was really more powerful than Jia Feishen's sword.

It's not a little more powerful, it's a lot more powerful.

The boy's sword didn't dance very fast, it wasn't very fast, it didn't even move. He only clicked a sword when Qi Xinyuan's three-section judge pen was about to hit him, and the timing, position, and strength were just right. However, this sword was enough to stop the attack of the three judges' pens and make them change direction.

With a "ding" sound, the tip of the nose of the long sword and the three-section judge's pen collided, and the farthest section of the three-section judge's pen suddenly violently reversed towards Qi Xinyuan like a poisonous snake. Qi Xinyuan had to change his moves, adjust, and attack again. There was another "ding", and Qi Xinyuan was forced to adjust his tricks again.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!"

Every time the sword in the young man's hand moved, there would be a "ding" sound. Every time he made this sound, Qi Xinyuan had to retreat, adjust, and change his moves. This sound was not continuous, and it only came out every once in a while, but this sound was like some kind of magic spell, exerted on Qi Xinyuan's body, forcing him to hurry.

These three judges' pens have been following Qi Xinyuan for more than ten years, and he has experienced hundreds of battles large and small. The three-section judge's pen is in Qi Xinyuan's hand, and he has already done what he wants, like an arm. But at this time, it was like a demon, out of order, paralyzed. In the face of the young man's sword, which was not long or short, Qi Xinyuan had no choice.

He constantly changed his moves, or straight chop, or horizontal cutting, or point, or poke, or interception, or tripping, or virtual, or real, or hard attack, or skillful, the young man was always motionless, or pointed out a sword, and Qi Xinyuan had to retreat and change his moves. After a hundred moves, the young man still stood still, but Qi Xinyuan was already very embarrassed.

But Qi Xinyuan is Qi Xinyuan after all, he has an idea, and he seems to have seen the doorway: he has been attacking, and the boy has been defending. Maybe the boy has no other skills, but his eyes are more pointed. Otherwise, why didn't he take advantage of the victory to pursue it? Thinking of this, Qi Xinyuan's eyes flashed. Although the three-section judge's pen was danced by him like a cloud, and the wind whirred around him, he stopped attacking.

The boy also seemed to understand Qi Xinyuan's thoughts. He smiled slightly, and suddenly stabbed out with his sword, straight to the middle palace. Seeing the young man's plan, he was happy in his heart, and deliberately opened the door to let the young man's sword stab him.

As long as the young man's sword went a little deeper, but before he could touch Qi Xinyuan's body, his sword would definitely be entangled by Qi Xinyuan's three-section judge pen. As long as his sword is entangled, Qi Xinyuan can snatch his sword with a little skill. If the other party holds the sword desperately and refuses to withdraw his hand, then Qi Xinyuan can take the opportunity to go up and point at the young man's acupoint. For more than ten years, there have been not a hundred heroes in the green forest who have been defeated by this trick, but also eighty. Qi Xinyuan gave this trick a resounding name: Sanlong Panshan.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed!

However, Qi Xinyuan miscalculated.

At this moment, not sooner or later, it was the moment when Qi Xinyuan just wanted to lock the opponent's long sword with a three-section stick, and the young man suddenly changed his move. His original move immediately turned into a false move. I saw that the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out four swords in four directions, and the speed was so fast that it was staggering, as if a sword suddenly changed into four swords. "Ding, ding, ding" was followed by a miserable cry of "ah".

The three-section judge's pen in Qi Xinyuan's hand had been broken into three sections and fell to the ground. There was an extremely complicated expression on his face, I don't know whether it was remorse, jealousy, unwillingness, or disbelief. His left hand covered the wrist of his right hand, but blood oozed from between his fingers.

The young man wiped the blood on the sword, put the sword back into the sheath, and then said, "The game is over." ”

The master and the robber have always been incompatible, they are always on opposite sides, and basically do not have the same thoughts and emotions at the same time. But at this time, these dart masters and Jia Feishen's robbers were unprecedentedly consistent in both emotion and thought.

They were all dumbfounded, amazed by the boy's magical swordsmanship. When they heard the boy's words, they all thought, "It seems to us that life and death are hanging by a thread, and human lives are at stake, but in the eyes of this boy, it is just a game." ”

A game where victory can be easily won.

Qi Xinyuan's face turned pale. The young man asked, "Are you lost?, why is your face so ugly?" Qi Xinyuan's face was red and white, and he was silent.

The young man sighed and said, "It's already very good for the bodyguard to do what you do." Not to say that it is perfect, but it is almost impossible to find any faults, only one shortcoming. ”