He An saw that Lu Benchi's knife was decisive and crisp, and it was very fierce, obviously more refined than before, so he couldn't help but rub his hands and was eager to try, "Lu Benchi, I'm looking forward to competing with you more and more, let's make a move!"

Lu Benchi also had no intention of making any more greetings, that is, he was ready, and the brand-new steel knife in his hand was about to come out, "Congratulations senior, please give advice!" After speaking, the sound of the dragon's groan rang out, and it was thousands of miles away from Fang Cai's knife.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, only to feel that there were dragons chanting one after another in all directions.

This and even the realm of the dragon sword, whether it is external or internal strength, Lu Ben has reached the peak, this knife, even He An can't get off the bridge, and even has a heart to retreat.

What a move!

He An is worthy of being a good hand at collecting hundreds of martial arts, seeing the Yin knife slashing head-on, when he took a false step from Qianling, flashed to Lu Benchi's side, and the left palm and right hook were ready. He often competes with all kinds of weapon masters with his bare hands to test martial arts, and knows that those who use weapons have a common problem, that is, they are far away and not good at approaching, if they are a few feet away, they can't get close to the opponent's body, but they are always threatened with swords and guns, but as long as they are close, they will definitely win within three moves. In the past, it took a lot of effort to get close to the other party's body, but now I have learned to take a few steps on the ground.

Lu Benchi couldn't help but be a little surprised: Qianling is in vain?

Lu Sanchuan mixed in the crowd, patted his forehead and beat his legs with remorse, and said secretly: Why did I teach Senior He Qianling to walk in vain! Isn't this causing trouble to my father!

Lu Benchi was calm and calm, and with a turn of the tip of the knife, he swam in the opposite direction. Since the Dragon Yin Knife is the first knife technique in the world, how could it reveal its flaws so easily?

He An's left palm and right hook were about to strike out, but when he saw Lu Benchi turn the tip of the knife, his posture was extremely strange, he couldn't help frowning, and left one hand, although the palm and the hook hit out together, but he paid attention to the direction of the steel knife in Lu Benchi's hand, and did not dare to be distracted.

Sure enough, after Lu Benchi's knife tip slowly turned, he suddenly exerted his strength, and the tip of the knife was like a dragon's head with a bloody mouth open, rushing towards He An's hands.

He An immediately retreated, jumping several feet away.

Lu Benchi's single knife swam swiftly past, pounced in the air, turned around on his toes, re-set the knife, and looked cold.

He An had heard of the Youlong Yindao early in the morning, and had fought with Yuan Qiming's Youlong Yindao in Haohanpo, although he easily defeated Yuan Qiming, but he faintly felt that Youlongyindao would not be so weak, and it was really an eyeopener to see the true Venerable today! He was secretly glad that if he thought that he had won at that time and slashed his palm hook with all his might, he was afraid that his hands would have been cut off by the blades that had swam by!

"What a move!"

Lu Benchi was single-minded, stared at He An tightly, laughed, and said: "Senior He, you have won the award, look at the knife!" The sound of the dragon's groan suddenly rose, and there was a great tendency to collapse the mountain and crack the ground, surging towards He An.

He An's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Not good!" At this moment, he finally felt that Rao is himself has a unique skill, and his hands are hard enough to destroy gold and broken stones, but if he is a real weapon master, there is no possibility of winning. He hurriedly stepped forward, jumped over Lu Benchi's head flexibly, and when his feet landed, even if he got up from Qianling, he snatched a knife and a sword from the hands of two spectators nearby, and then stabbed Lu Benchi's vest.

Lu Benchi slashed the air, immediately turned around, and the internal force in his body seemed to have life, swimming from his arms to his waist and hips, and his legs, and then returning to his arms, helping Lu Benchi to slash out again. Speed, strength and agility.

He An slashed his sword into the steel knife that made an endless sound, and he was cut off by his lazy waist like a brittle branch, and he was simply decisive. He screamed, holding the broken sword in both hands and lifting it in front of him, he was greatly surprised, but at this surprised moment, Lu Benchi lifted his foot and kicked He An in the chest. He An hurriedly threw away the broken knife and broken sword, raised his arms to protect his chest, and ate Lu Benchi's kick raw, but his body suddenly became light, and he flew backwards several feet away.

At this time, the onlookers understood why Lu Benchi was able to occupy the first place in the ten lives with the strength of one person. Even He An is not his opponent! But at this time, people can't help but have a question in their hearts: Which is stronger or weaker?

It's just a pity that Lin Zhongli is dead, otherwise, the first sword technique against the first sword technique must be an eye-catching and exciting drama.

Lu Sanchuan was mixed in the crowd, his heart was surging, and under the excitement, he clenched his fists and shouted, "Okay!"

The onlookers were already enthusiastic and itchy, and when they heard that someone took the lead in cheering, they didn't care about anything else, and they also shouted one after another. "Good!"

"Lu Daxia is really a martial artist!"

"What a trick of the dragon sword, the world is invincible!"

Those little fish and shrimp who slandered Lu Benchi couldn't help themselves at this time, and shouted for Lu Benchi.

Wu Ming gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and stood aside, trembling with anger: I should have stood there and accepted the cheers of the people! But he knew that he was not Lu Benchi's opponent, so he naturally didn't dare to rush forward, but just turned his head to look at He An, hoping that he would not be discouraged by this.

It was too late for He An to be excited to meet an opponent who could fight, so naturally he would not lose his fighting spirit, but became more and more crazy, looking up to the sky and laughing, "Okay! What a dragon sword! The old man has not met an opponent who can fight for a long time, so let the old man fight hard today!"

Fifth Ming put his mind at ease, an imperceptible sneer flashed on his face, and shouted to Gong Qing from a few feet away: "Gong Qing, send the sword!"

Gong Qing saw that Lu Benchi nodded at him, so he obediently threw the painting sword upwards and shouted, "Senior He, take the sword!"

He An stepped forward, holding the sword in his hand, and before his feet landed, he made a sword move, like a violent storm.

Lu Benchi did not flinch, and parried He An's fierce attack with only one move of the Dragon Yin Knife, and then his right arm suddenly exerted force, and with a loud shout, the steel knife was against the painting sword, forcing He An to retreat again and again.

He An has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for a long time, and naturally knows that if he fights with Lu Benchi at this time, not only will he not be able to bargain, but he will hurt himself. Of course, whether you will hurt yourself is secondary, and not being able to get cheap is the main thing. He followed Lu Benchi's strength, retreated one after another, while adjusting his internal breath, and when the fire was almost over, his whole body burst out in an instant, pushing through Lu Benchi's steel knife, and then using the lightness and dexterity of the sword, he stabbed Lu Benchi with a sword.

Its speed is swift and fast, and Rao, who is famous for his fast sword, was also taken aback.

Lu Benchi lost his strength first, seeing the tip of the sword stabbing at him, he knew that he was powerless to block, and in danger, he leaned over to the right with all his strength, and the sharp blade slashed against his left shoulder, and finally cut through his robe, cutting a wound on his muscular left shoulder.