It took almost half a life for Li Huanglai to survive the sword intent attack that swarmed out of the flying sword just now.

Considering that there were still two people behind him who had never practiced martial arts, Li Huanglai did not dare to slack off, and tried his best to resist his own mental method, inhale all the surrounding qi into his body, and then dissipate it by pranayama.

This process is not without difficulty, Li Huanglai even struggled to suppress the indiscriminate impact of the air flow in his chest several times, only feeling that his throat was sweet, and his mind was about to wander for more than a dozen breaths.

Finally exhausted all the energy around him, Li Huanglai turned around with his body, and saw that although An Qing and Mo Dao had fallen to the ground, their breath was still stable, so he relaxed slightly.

But the battle situation ahead made him worry again.

He was far away, so he couldn't see the expressions of the two people clearly, but he knew that Xu Yanchen must be serious at this time, and Duan Hunttian had almost fought for his entire net worth.

He was originally an indomitable prodigal swordsman, and now that Ling Zhixiao is dead, he is afraid that there is nothing in the world that can restrain him. Therefore, tonight his blade has not returned, breaking through the firm.

If he worked hard, Xu Yanchen was obviously inferior to Duan Hunttian, but how could he be such a dull person, knowing that Duan Hunttian's Qi Sutra was lacking in the eight veins, and it was difficult for the qi in his body to circulate seamlessly, he was even more joking, and repeatedly pulled away and then suddenly shrank closer during the move, forcing Duan Hunttian to borrow qi to replenish qi, and he was embarrassed.

This is the difference between Xu Yanchen and Yin Fengxiao.

If it is to compete with the latter, Duan Hunttian can fight with it with a unique knife technique and a sticky word technique, and he can fight with it for one or two hundred moves, from which he can borrow his strength to supplement his own qi, one of which will eliminate the other's strength, and finally spend all his strength to swing a slash to lay the victory.

But Xu Yanchen obviously wouldn't give him this chance. The masters of the peak of the second grade and even the first grade, after seeing through the lack of Duan Hunting Tian's meridians, will inevitably see through Duan Hunttian's knife routine, so as to constantly change their moves in the fight, and frequently self-stop the qi machine and renew the qi from the dantian, intending to consume Duan Hunting Heaven, so that it cannot get supplies from his own place, and finally cut off his own retreat.

Especially against a killer like Shang Xu Yanchen, who takes the qi machine as his housekeeping skill, it is even more difficult for Duan Hunttian to bargain. Xu Yanchen obviously grabbed the broken part of his qi and retreated three to one, making Duan Hunttian powerless and unable to borrow a knife, so he could only resist with all his might, but he was defeated and retreated.

"If you should be crippled, you are destined to be crippled, no matter how powerful you are, it is useless. Do you think I'm going to obediently let you borrow strength from me? Then you really think too well of this Jianghu!" Xu Yanchen said in a sly voice.

"You might as well let me teach you how people should mix in the rivers and lakes!"

In the boundless darkness of the night, a scimitar that shone with silver light suddenly swung out and swung straight towards Duan Hunttian's neck. However, just as the blade was about to touch Duan Hunttian's body, it suddenly disappeared completely.

It was as if someone had dipped their fingers in water and wiped a trace of ink off the canvas.

Since then, the landscape is no more, and there is no murderous intent in vain.

"Wu Hook Frost Snow Ming. Xu Yanchen's voice came from behind, with a cold wind.

Blade cross-cutting.

Duan Hunttian covered his hand with a blow, the two knives struck each other, and the sound of the resonance of iron and stone was deafening!

Xu Yanchen just sneered: "It's kind of interesting." ”

After all, Duan Hunttian could see through his figure, and Xu Yanchen no longer spent a lot of effort in the direction of hiding his tracks. The energy that had originally condensed into a circle around the body suddenly erupted, with him as the center of the circle, and the space of nearly five zhang around it was dim and dull in an instant, and the sky was bright and the moon was dark.

Just like the name of Xu Yanchen's move. He Wu hooked his shot, and only frost and snow were still bright in the world.

It is the blue sky and the white sun, and it also overshadows you!

Duan Hunttian, who was originally concentrating on the trajectory of the blade, found that before he knew it, he was already shrouded in a dense sword shadow.

"One sword!"

The heavy back of the knife slammed into Duan Hunttian's chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down.

"Second cut!"

Xu Yanchen's voice was almost full of maniacal laughter.

This time, the double knife slashed the shoulder. Rao is Duan Hunttian tried his best to control the qi outside his body, avoiding the pain of breaking his arm, and his shoulders were still opened in an instant, and crimson blood gushed out.

Duan Hunt Tianfeng withdrew more than a zhang, barely holding his knife to resist, but he still couldn't distinguish where Xu Yanchen's sword shadow was.

"Cut off your head with three swords!"

In the thick inky night, two knives glowing with cold light suddenly emerged from the left and right sides of Duan Hunttian's neck, just like a black dragon coming out of the water, and the qi was overflowing.

At that moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in Duan Hunttian's mind.

He used the long knife as a point to his chest, and his right hand shook rapidly, and he could only hear two dings, and he actually blocked the knife that vowed to take his life.

The two scimitars flew out upside down and were held back into his hands by Xu Yanchen. Seeing Duan Hunttian standing ten steps away from him, he sneered, "You are blessed to the soul." ”

Duan Hunttian stood stunned in place, not saying a word, his eyes flashing.

Xu Yanchen, who wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, frowned.

Duan Hunttian's current expression was not at all as if he had just escaped death and was in shock, but with a different kind of agility. On the contrary, it was a bit of an understatement to the knife he had just taken from Xu Yanchen.

Xu Yanchen didn't like this look very much. He carried the knife in his hand, and the killing intent around his body was several times that of before, obviously not planning to continue playing with this cripple.

The crippled should be sent to be reforged, and the crippled should be sent down to the Hades Hall to be reincarnated.

What is to use the broken meridians to open up the pass of the destiny of heaven and enter the realm of a product, it is simply a big joke.

But the man in front of him seemed to be trying to do the joke.

"I made a mistake. Duan Hunttian said in a low voice.

The momentum around his body suddenly rose.

Xu Dichen said in his heart that it was not good, and he galloped out, slashing at Duan Hunttian's head with a single sword.

"It's because I have to fight for some 200 moves, and I have to save up some sleeves. ”

Xu Yanchen's knife was close at hand.

"You're right, three severed heads. In this world, there is already a martial arts battle that decides the winner within three swords, so why drag it out for so long?"

Xu Yanchen's expression suddenly became hideous, and the black scimitar was only an inch away from Duan Hunttian's neck.

But it stopped at this inch.

Xu Yanchen was shocked, and used all his strength, all of which gathered on his wrist, but no matter what, he couldn't push the scimitar forward even the slightest.

Not long ago, he easily slashed him in the shoulder with two knives, Duan Hunttian really expected this move, but he couldn't resist it at all, the two big cuts on his shoulders were still bleeding.

It's just a moment's effort, how can this neck, which is several times more fragile than his shoulders, have a layer of body protection true qi that he can't break through no matter what?!

I saw Duan Hunttian raise his right hand and flick it on Xu Yanchen's blade lightly.

The scimitar came out of his hand.

Like a whirling swiftlet, Xu Yanchen's proud scimitar drew a circle in the air, and then slammed it diagonally into a tree, nailing it to death.

Xu Yanchen was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't come back to his senses.

Even if he can't cut his neck, why would even his own knife be knocked away with a flick of his fingers?

For an Assassin, and especially for an Assassin who wields a knife, losing a knife is no less than losing one's life.

Xu Yanchen's heart sank, and his expression became hideous: "Bastard!"

However, as soon as these words came out, a round force suddenly unfolded in the air in front of him, and it smashed his chest. Xu Yanchen had just opened his mouth to scold, and for a while, there was a lack of energy in his chest, and he was caught off guard and fell out.

hurriedly adjusted his body in mid-air, inserted the only remaining one-handed knife into the white sand, and startled a place of sand and dust, and Xu Duchen barely stopped retreating.

However, when he looked up again, he found that Duan Hunttian was really different from before.

At this time, a dark cloud obscured the moonlight, and in the night sky, there were stars cast with radiance.

Duan Hunttian's whole body was bathed in starlight, his eyebrows were low, but the long knife in his hand seemed to feel something, and he was full of meaning.

"He was born crippled, and he didn't believe in fate. If you want to get ahead, you think it will take more effort. I've learned this set of knives in 20 years, and tonight I realized that it's nothing. ”

When you are an enemy against someone, you must not see the true chapter until after two hundred moves, and Duan Hunttian has always done this.

Ling Zhixiao also kept telling him that the meridians were congenitally deficient, so he had to work harder. Seeing the difference with a knife is something that must not be thought about.

"Who cares if his meridians are missing?" Duan Jiatian snorted.

It doesn't matter if you lose both, you don't have to go back. If you don't dare to fight to the death, who the hell will still play this knife.

"Lao Tzu wants to take your life with a knife!"