Lu Xun is not only the manager of the bird trapping room of the Dayan Empire, but also one of the top ten masters who are entrenched in the heavenly list of literary and martial arts judgments. Although his reputation in the rivers and lakes is not very good, his martial arts attainments are unusually good, and he is good at fighting the strong with the weak, especially the famous Jiu-Jitsu around the fingers.

As soon as they met, Lu Xun showed his famous skills, striving to quickly defeat the enemy.

The drunkard old man saw that Lu Xun had just come up and used the stunt of the box, and immediately understood the other party's intentions, this was ready to fight for life and death.

The drunkard old man didn't dare to be arrogant, so he changed his old style and began to deal with Lu Xun's tricks cautiously.

I saw him pull the cork of the gourd's mouth with his hand, and three short swords of more than an inch flew out of the gourd's mouth, surrounding him, hanging in the air to serve the enemy.

These three short swords have different shapes, and the lines on the sword body are distinct, but they are as thin as a piece of paper, and they are extremely sharp.

No matter how poor Jian Shu's eyesight was, he also understood at this moment that the drunkard old man had made the sword technique that had found another way, and his mouth opened wide in shock.

The drunkard old man's movements were coherent and in one go, and he controlled the flying sword like an arm, and Jian Shu was even more admired in his heart. Perhaps, as the old drunkard said, he is the kind of peerless master, and he is very high. If you don't make a move, you will surprise the world as soon as you make a move.

When the drunkard old man saw Lu Xun bully, he hurriedly retreated and retreated, and said the truth, "Go." ”

During the confrontation with the enemy, the situation of the battle is changing rapidly, and distraction is a big no-no. The drunkard old man is also a master of art and bold, and he does not forget to be greedy for fine wine, lifting the wine gourd and pouring it up, shouting "cool".

Jian Shuzhi couldn't help but sigh: What an old drunkard.

The three flying swords were connected end to end in a line of long snakes, which were like lightning flashes at this moment, instantly stabbing at the old man in the felt hat.

Lu Xun has experienced too many scenes of life and death, so he is full of experience. When he saw the three flying swords menacing, if he insisted on getting close without changing his strategy, he would definitely be nailed to the heart by the flying sword. He decisively chose to stop and settle down, and he was able to avoid the killing machine.

The old man in the felt hat was in good spirits, and his eyes lit up, "The swordsmanship is really the best in the world!" ”

The drunkard old man smiled when he heard this, "The people on the list of literary and military judges should have moved their butts a long time ago." Do I have to knock them down one by one?"

The old man in the felt hat didn't answer the rebuttal, his eyes were bloodshot, "It's just an appetizer just now, let's take some dry goods!"

The third-rate master forges the body, pays attention to the fist to the flesh, and sees the difference between one move and one style. The second-class master began to practice qi, and his breath flowed for thousands of miles, endlessly. The first-class master began to refine the gods, emphasizing enlightenment, enlightenment, and harmony. For example, when a sword cultivator reaches the realm of a first-grade grandmaster, he has to go through three stages: the first stage is to have a sword in his heart and a sword in his hand, the second stage is to have a sword in his heart and no sword in his hand, and the third stage is to have no sword in his heart and no sword in his hand.

Lu Xun was on the list many years ago, and he was a master of that class, but he didn't know where his martial arts limit had reached after years of dormancy.

The eyes of the old man in the felt hat began to turn red, and his luck was raised, and his qi climbed to the peak. The attack speed increased suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he avoided the siege of the flying sword and grabbed in front of the drunkard old man.

Being close to an old man in a felt hat is like being sentenced to death. How many famous masters died under his close attack, only to see that his fingertip armor began to lengthen, the old man in the felt hat began to turn white, the armor became redder and redder, and his white hair rushed to the crown, like a mad demon. Ten fingers on the shoulders of the drunkard old man, with just force, he can tear it apart.

Jian Shuzhi was directly scared stupid, the drunkard old man wouldn't have been accidentally defeated like this, right?

The drunkard old man didn't avoid it, and the three flying swords gathered into a line and came straight into the back of Lu Xun's neck. This is a lose-lose style of play, even if Lu Xun can kill the drunkard old man, he will not escape death. Lu Xun didn't want to die just like that, so he immediately divided his right hand and met the flying sword.

The palms and swords intersected, and the clanging sound continued. The drunkard old man took advantage of the situation to sink his shoulders and exchanged fists with Lu Xun, who had turned his claws into palms. After the two exchanged moves, they took ten steps back to each other. With each step back, cracks proliferated in the ground, faintly spreading towards the city walls.

Seeing this, the drunkard old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned: "It's not fun." ”

Lu Xun, the old man in the felt hat, said: "Then completely let go of your hands and feet and have a big fight?"

The drunkard old man laughed when he heard this, "That's exactly what I mean!"

I saw the drunkard old man quickly climb up to the top of the city, shouting his sword, "Waiting for you above." After leaving a sentence, he actually soared into the air and jumped above the walls of the imperial city.

Jian Shuzhi was dumbfounded, is this your mother an immortal's handiwork?

The old man in the felt hat, Lu Xun, did not show weakness, and stomped his feet to catch up with the old drunkard.

The drunkard old man pulled out the wine gourd again, and thousands of flying swords poured out from the gourd, forming a sword curtain, and the tip of the sword was the thin old man in the felt hat.

Seeing this, Lu Xun, the old man in the felt hat, turned on his finger jiu-jitsu firepower, and his fingers became elongated rapidly, forming a chrysalis cocoon, and covering himself firmly.

Seeing this, the drunkard old man laughed, "Let's see me break your turtle shell!" The drunkard old man was angry and dantian, his body fluttered in the wind, and he spit out the word "break" in his mouth, which sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the whole city could hear it.

There are even more good deeds who follow the sound, lest they miss the blessing of their eyes, and they also want to watch the shocking battle of the rivers and lakes in the past hundred years up close.

Thousands of flying swords in the air are like carps crossing the river, densely flying towards the "turtle shell". The drunkard old man has reached the limit of thousands of flying swords, and he feels that his strength is not enough.

Over the years, the Qi Pregnancy Sword has been for today's battle, if this can't break Lu Xun's finger twisting jiu-jitsu, then this competition can already be said to have been lost.

But seeing those flying swords clanging and crashing into the armor wall, sparks shot out, and from a distance, it was like a thunderstorm, and it was only a shocking bang to break through the tortoise shell. However, the toughness of the turtle shell was extremely strong, and the strength of the thousands of flying swords finally weakened and began to fall to the ground.

Although he couldn't break through Lu Xun's finger wrapping jiu-jitsu defense, Lu Xun's taste was not good. These flying swords hit the armor wall one after another, and they could still hold on at the beginning, but as soon as there were too many of them, Lu Xun felt that he couldn't bear it, and he was all supported by that breath of life. In the end, I still couldn't hold back, and blood began to spurt from my mouth.

The drunkard old man was not much better, because it was too exhausting to control these thousands of flying swords, and in the end he lost his strength and fell.

The drunkard old man's swordsmanship failed to break through Lu Xun's finger-wrapping jiu-jitsu defense, and Lu Xun was unable to attack again. Both of them were injured and unable to fight again, so it could only be regarded as a draw.

At this moment, someone will be able to take off the heads of these two peerless masters.

The two fell heavily from the city wall, smashing two large pits at the corners of the imperial city wall.

Jian Shuzhi put away his mouth that had been closed in surprise, and said secretly in his heart: "Won't they all die!" and hurriedly ran to the pit of the drunkard old man. Shouted inside, "Is it dead?"

The drunkard old man slowly crawled out of the pit with difficulty, bleeding from all five holes, and after falling from the air, he had no more strength to protect his body, and his body was full of scars. After climbing out of the pit, he scolded weakly, "Turtle grandson." And he said no more, and passed out.

This turtle grandson didn't know whether to scold Jian Shuzhi or scold Lu Xun, Jian Shuzhi didn't dig deeper.

Lu Xun is not much better, this time he was seriously injured, which is rare in his life. After falling into the pit, he couldn't get up again.

At this moment, a mutation protruded. A figure fell from the walls of the imperial city, rushing straight to Jian Shuzhi.

Jian Shuzhi was secretly taken aback, this person was fierce, it was too late to avoid it, the drunkard old man had passed out at the moment, and there was no help to save him. It seems that this time it is really going to die here. It turned out that he had jokingly said that he would collect the body of the drunkard old man, which was really a slap in the face at the moment.

The old man in the felt hat, Lu Xun, crawled out of the pit half-dead, and with the last bit of strength, he popped out a fingernail and shot at the incoming enemy, and he fell to the ground when he leaned back.

When the people on the city wall saw Lu Xun popping out a nail at him, they didn't continue to attack Jian Shuzhi. If you don't dodge or dodge, you will definitely be hit first, so you dodge to the side and let out a "puff" in your mouth.

Jian Shuzhi had a chance to see the person who came, this person had a beard and two scars on his face. The face is a little hideous, and he is the ruthless person. Although Jian Shuzhi had not seen this person before, he had an impression of his voice. A man's name came to his mind, Dai Headhunter of the Bird Trap.

Dai Hunter glanced at the three of them with an indifferent face, the two of them in the pit had already been defeated and injured, and they had no combat strength, and they had all passed out. Although Jian Shuzhi stayed soberly, he was not the slightest threat.

Dai Hunter couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh proudly, "The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind." Looks like I'm the slingshot. After laughing, he said to Jian Shuzhi: "That old man will actually save you, and I don't know if you have become stupid after staying away from Song City for a long time." Even so, can it change any outcome? Those who should be killed still die, and those who should be killed still killed. ”

With that, the broadsword lifted and walked straight to the old man in the felt hat. Dai Hunter kicked Lu Xun's body with his foot, and once again confirmed that this person was indeed too seriously injured and had passed out, so he slowly lifted the big knife and prepared to go down to take his life.

Isn't Dai Headhunter the person from the bird trap house? How could he make a move to the leader of the bird trap house? Jian Shuzhi was puzzled, and at this moment, his mind was a mess.

It's also a wonder to dare to take care of other things at this time, instead of trying to figure out how to get out.

If this headhunter kills Lu Xun first, it will be Jian Shuzhi's turn and the drunkard old man. Jian Shuzhi would definitely bear the brunt of this, after all, he had witnessed everything that had happened.

Jian Shuzhi saw that the headhunter's big knife was about to fall, and suddenly spoke, "Why did you kill him?"

When Dai Hunter heard Jian Shuzhi's question, he suddenly became interested. Anyway, they are all dying people, they are all fish on the chopping board, and they can cut it however they want. There is no hurry to cut off the heads of these people.

Dai Hunter put away the big knife in his hand, walked over slowly, and said: "Do you still need a reason to kill? If every person who kills needs a reason, then can the world stop fighting?"

Dai Hunter smiled, "Didn't you think about how to beg for mercy at this time, but you were thinking about other messy things?"

Jian Shuzhi picked up a flying sword from the ground, protected it on his chest, learned the logic of wearing a headhunter, and said with a sneer: "Can begging for mercy be useful? If begging for mercy is useful, then can the rivers and lakes be free of vendetta disputes?"

"It's really useless. Killing people without leaving them alive is what the old man taught me. Dai Hunter pointed at Lu Xun with his finger, "If you want to blame me, don't blame me, you can only blame him." ”

Jian Shuzhi knew that he couldn't beat others, and he couldn't outrun others, so he could only struggle to the death at the moment. But to give your head to others to cut off yourself is too underestimating yourself. If you provoke a tattoo sword, it is still unknown who will live and who will die!