One person makes swordsmanship, with withered branches.

One person makes the stick method, using logs.

The grievances of ten years ago, ten years later. It seems that there will never be a lack of grievances that run through the upper and lower decades, as if the grievances are not for ten years, and if they don't decide each other to live and die, they are sorry to have stepped into this rivers and lakes.

Jianghu people also seem to pay the most attention to a grudge, a bite of cold rice, giving is kindness, not giving is hatred. Because of this kind of enmity, he will kidnap his daughter, and let his wife be separated for ten years and not be able to live in peace. In the eyes of the two brothers of the Xue family, who have always wandered on the edge of the rivers and lakes and temples, it is somewhat absurd.

There is a right and wrong in things, and there is a right and wrong in people. It is inconvenient for the two of them to taste, although they are more inclined to be more ennoble.

But fortunately, martial arts moves are not as chaotic as people's hearts, good is good, and bad is bad.

Xue Meng saw Engong slash down with a sword, and the beggar struggled to catch it, and he couldn't help but secretly say yes in his heart.

After all, Xue Yong's martial arts are higher, and as an elder brother, he has eaten rice for a few more years and seen more roads. Seeing that Engong's eighteen swords were stronger than one sword, he couldn't kill the beggar on the spot, obviously the manpower was exhausted, and it was really hard to say whether he would win or lose today. Even if he didn't want to admit it in his heart, it was the beggar's better chance of winning.

Jian Wuzheng shook the withered branch in his hand: "You and I will go outside to fight?"

The beggar danced a stick and grinned, "Are you afraid of hurting the people in the cave?"

The sword is not quarrelsome and not pretentious, nodding yes.

The beggar took three steps back, a little closer to the mouth of the cave, and raised his eyebrows, showing his true colors.

Jian Wuzheng snorted coldly, it seemed that he had long expected this result, and before he could show off his martial arts a few times, it was a sword that bullied him, and under the skyrocketing sword momentum, which was the previous eighteen swords that could be matched, obviously he had left a lot of strength before.

The beggar also put away the scoundrel's face, frowned, and swung seven sticks in a row, and then took the blow.

Even if the qi and blood were surging and the face was like a red tide, this sword was still taken.

The beggar looked at Jian Wuzheng with a slightly surprised look, straightened up slightly, and looked a little taller: "A hundred years ago, I can't take this sword." ”

The two brothers of the Xue family, who were originally watching the battle and stealing the master with a straight face, almost laughed out loud, a hundred years ago, I am afraid that this beggar's grandfather was not born, right? According to his meaning, after being born, he will be able to catch this sword? It is really crazy.

Jian Wuzheng didn't laugh, watching the beggar take a long breath and cause the branches in the valley to move, and breathe in and in, and after a few times, the wind in the valley surged, and his heart moved: "Longevity Formula?"

The beggar nodded, and recognized it.

Jian Wuzheng turned his head and motioned the two of them to run quickly with his eyes.

Xue Mengguang saw Engong glaring at them, but he couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes at all, and he was still looking left and right to see if Engong was looking for something.

Xue Yong's mind was still more active, and he picked up his younger brother, who was a few points heavier than himself, and strode straight to the entrance of the cave.

The beggar smiled slightly, let the two flee for their lives, and when the two escaped into the hole, he lived up to his previous rickety appearance after breathing, although he was still blind in one eye, at least the appearance was much more pleasing to the eye.

The beggar waved his palm and sharpened the wooden stick into a rough slender wooden knife in three or two strokes: "I used the stick to beat the dog before, but I underestimated you." I have been practicing knife technique for ten years. No one taught, all they learned were wild ways. There are Mongolian knife techniques, and there are also Japanese knife techniques. If you give me nineteen swords, I will return them to you, and I will take them. The two people in the cave will return you. ”

The Japanese drew their swords and swept away, and the sword took half a step back, and the dead branches were on the head of the knife.

The first knife missed, and the beggar made the second move, which was the posture of the Mongol saber, which slashed from the diagonal top, and killed the enemy with the momentum of the horse. Although there is no horse at the moment, the momentum is not slow.

The sword is sideways and dodges.

The third style, the knife technique suddenly became soft, which is the knife technique of a small country in the Western Regions. It seems slow, but it's actually extremely fast. Jian Wuzheng really couldn't adapt to this kind of play, and the wooden knife and his body came back to his senses, waved the branch to block, and was cut off half of the dead branch.

With a successful sword, how can a beggar let go of such an opportunity. His knife skills are messy, but his moves are all the famous skills of a certain master and a certain hero on the rivers and lakes. He used ten years to soften it into this strange knife technique, although the tricks and moves could not be fully integrated due to the limitation of talent, but even if it was a fixed number of roads, he was confident that few people in the world could stop it.

The fourth knife is the famous Mobei swordsman Qin Wuxian fifty years ago. Back then, Qin Wushu once slashed ten miles of sandstorm with one sword, and he was the most fierce and unparalleled. The sword could not fight, so it had to retreat again to avoid its edge.

After four moves, there was only a small half of the dead branch in Jian Wuzheng's hand, but he smiled: "Blind, you have gone far." ”