This person's aura was also deliberately hidden, and the ground trembled slightly when he landed, in terms of momentum alone, he looked like a foundation cultivator, but his drenched nocturnal black clothes betrayed him, making Liu San'er easily see that he was not that terrifying and irresistible high-level existence.

But even so, Liu San'er didn't dare to show the slightest contempt, and quickly became vigilant. Because he actually failed to determine the other party's cultivation level from the spiritual pressure that the other party intentionally or unintentionally leaked, this was simply unprecedented in his eyes after studying the "True Qi Cultivation Sense Chapter" from the hands of Zuo Naifu, the foundation builder of Songjiang Academy, then it could only show that this person's qi collection technique was quite skillful, at least stronger than himself.

Since this person can achieve quite a high level in the Qi Gathering Technique, and he has no intention of hiding his traces with a fierce momentum, he must be a strong man who is good at fighting, and he may not have the cultivation to reach the peak of the late stage of Qi training. In addition, he is strong, more than a few sizes taller than Liu San'er, who is already obese, and more than a head taller, when he slows down easily in the rain, he is like a moving black iron tower.

The man wore a large silver collar around his neck, which was draped over his night coat, enclosing almost his entire neck. When she looked at it at first glance, Liu San'er thought that it might just be an ornament, but the things that could still be seen clearly from a long distance in this dark and rainy night were only self-emitting magic weapons and candlelight. What's more, who would put a useless ornament on his neck when he was full of food and black work at night, not to mention that in addition to the silver light, the collar has a slight aura fluctuation on it, it must be a magic weapon, it must be a defensive magic weapon, and it must be of a high grade.

In this man's right hand was a golden giant sword with a hilt, the body of which was very long and wide, three times the size and length of Liu San'er's double swords. There were continuous aura fluctuations that were unique to third-order mid-grade or above magic weapons, and with his tower-like body, people would feel a sense of oppression just by looking at it.

In addition to the sense of oppression, Liu San'er felt that he had encountered a dangerous and terrifying master. Judging from this person's magic weapon, Bacheng is a hand-to-hand combat cultivator who is the same as him. And the size of this person's body and magic weapon shows that he is very likely to be good at power attacks. The most important thing is that the collar around this person's neck almost blocked all the attack angles of Liu San'er's nameless swordsmanship.

This made Liu San'er feel scared and desperate. Since he practiced the nameless sword technique and the two-handed sword technique, he has not really fought against the master of the hand-to-hand combat stream, and he has only fought once with the seemingly very powerful Heavy Sword Sect cultivator when he was in Luocheng, but that time he mainly won by surprise, and those people died under his sword before they could show their strength at all.

Secondly, Liu San'er is a fat man who doesn't have much energy. Let him compare his strength with the mortals, and he will surely have faith. But let him compare his strength with the iron tower big man who was also a cultivator and seemed to be good at hand-to-hand combat, he felt that he was not an opponent at all.

Originally, the above two points could be solved with the nameless sword technique, after all, this kind of sword technique has never missed the enemy so far, and he is confident that as long as it exists at the same level, it should be able to be done. But there are exceptions to everything, who would have thought that the tower-like man in black who was walking towards him actually had a "dog collar" magic weapon around his neck, blocking almost all of his swordsmanship's attack lines.

The nameless sword technique can kill the enemy with a single blow, but you have to think twice when you encounter a situation where the person in front of you happens to be guarding the neck. Because if a blow can't kill this person, then what awaits him must be unimaginably terrible to fight back and retaliate.

Maybe the creator is overconfident, maybe there is no solution, and there is no countermeasure or move in the nameless swordsmanship in case a single blow misses.

Although the two-handed swordsmanship also pays attention to killing with one blow, in Liu San'er's opinion, the degree of evil is far less than that of the nameless swordsmanship, and it is naturally very good to use in peacetime, but when encountering a strong enemy, it can only be used as an auxiliary swordsmanship, and the risk of using it as the main attack swordsmanship at this time is uncontrollable.

Therefore, Liu San'er felt dangerous and terrible. Fortunately, he saw the man passing through the alley, and no one was around. Uneasy, he cautiously stretched out half of his head and looked around, and found that there was nothing in the alley except the back of the man.

"There's only one person!" Liu San'er breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and immediately thought: If Du Quanzhi can fight, then if they cooperate well, the two of them will almost be able to kill this person. It's a pity that this guy not only can't help, I'm afraid it will also be bad!

What to do? What to do?

Escaped, the hero doesn't suffer the immediate loss!

The man walked quickly, Liu San'er gritted his teeth, and turned his head to Du Quanzhi's lips. Then the two of them walked out of the alley lightly and rushed diagonally towards the alley. Their steps were light, mingled with the roar of the rain, and even they could not hear their own footsteps.

But the man in black heard it and immediately stopped. saw his ears move, and the golden giant sword in his hand was raised with a "boom", and rushed towards the two people who turned back in amazement.

"You go first!" Liu San'er shouted, then turned around and rushed towards the man. He did not have the fearless spirit of sacrificing himself for others, nor did he have the consciousness of sticking a knife in the ribs of others. He did so because he didn't want to leave his back to this enemy who made him feel dangerous and uneasy. He'd rather fight, at least have more chances.

Breaking through the layers of rain curtains, Liu San'er, who had clenched his double swords, no longer hesitated, no longer had a sense of fear and danger when he rushed towards the enemy. He didn't even have any nervousness anymore, all he had in his heart was calmness and a faint excitement, he was used to killing and the bloody smell of killing.

The other party rushed just as fast, and at the same time swung the golden giant sword in his hand. This tower-like guy is indeed a hand-to-hand combat cultivator, but he looks more like a madman.

Before the giant sword could be smashed, Liu San'er had already jumped forward against the ground with the power of the forward rush. He shrunk as if he were gliding on the ground, and suddenly slashed diagonally into the darkness of the wall beside the alley. His ultimate goal is to get to the opponent's side or even behind him, so as to maximize the power of the two-handed swordsmanship.

The other party really didn't expect that Liu San'er, who was desperate, would not face him head-on, and when he found that Liu San'er's route had suddenly shifted, it was too late to immediately stop the momentum of the forward rush, and he couldn't help but scold: "Good thief!"

Liu San'er was silent, jumped directly, and rushed into the dead corner of the man's giant sword attack, holding the golden wooden sword in his right hand and swinging out!

Every magic weapon has its own attack blind spots or weak points. For example, the weakness of the flying sword controlled by a cultivator during the Qi cultivation period: although the range of the flying sword's attack is limited to within 100 steps, the power that the flying sword can exert in these 100 steps is large and small. Under normal circumstances, the power of attacks longer than or shorter than this distance will decrease, and the farther away from thirty-eight steps, the less powerful it is, that is to say, when a hundred steps and in front of the flying sword controller, the flying sword with mana has almost no lethality at all, which is not weak.

The weakness of the melee attack is that the distance is not too far, and the dead angle is the fear of people getting close, which sounds contradictory, but it is not at all. When fighting in close combat, a cultivator needs to get as close to the opponent as possible, and the process of approaching is the weak point of the attack, especially about thirty-eight steps, because it is very likely to be injured or even killed by the opponent's flying sword in the process. But the closeness of hand-to-hand combat is only much closer than the flying sword attack, but it is not close to the opponent's body and desperate. So when someone leaned within a step or two of them, the blind spot of their magic weapon attack appeared.

At that time, no matter whether there was a magic weapon or a one-handed weapon in both hands, no matter whether the magic weapon was long or short, what kind of additional attack attributes it had were of little use, because the first magic weapon could not be used, and second, it was easy to accidentally injure yourself when attacking the enemy. At this time, they can only change magic weapons or fight with their bare hands. Switching to a shorter artifact is naturally the best choice, but the enemy should not be kind enough to give this opportunity. Then there is only one option left, and the bare hand on the magic weapon will be a terrible nightmare for cultivators who are generally used to killing enemies with magic weapons.

Among the people Liu San'er has seen, there are two nightmares that have always been beyond his reach, these two people can be called a model in his heart that he can attack the enemy without dead ends, and he calls the two of them the Stream Cultivators who attack the true cultivators without dead ends. Strictly speaking, one of them was not a cultivator, that person was Tan Tian of the Tan family, although he had never seen him kill the enemy with his own eyes, but the hand exposed in Shuluo City and the pawnshop alone was enough to shock him. And the other person was Ye Lu Feng, the horror of that woman's fist was beyond his cognition, and it was the strongest existence among the Qi cultivators he had ever seen.

However, in Liu San'er's opinion, attacking the cultivators without dead ends are all anti-heaven existences, such guys are also rare miracles among all cultivators, and they are not as weak as they seem, they should also be afraid of long-distance attacks, but they all use speed, body and skill to make up for the shortcomings in this regard.

At the moment, the tower-like man in black didn't look like an attacking Stream Cultivator without dead ends, and his giant sword was nearly twice as long as Liu San'er's double swords, that is, he had an attack dead end of nearly six steps. Therefore, when Liu San'er entered the blind spot of his attack, he slashed at his calf with his right-handed sword without saying a word, and at the same time slid his body to avoid the possible attack of his legs.

Duh!

The head of the sword slashed through the man's boot!

There was no screaming, no muffled grunt, and no "poof" sound of metal cutting into the flesh.

"It's empty!" Liu San'er's heart was shocked, his sword was fast enough, but the other party was not slow. The moment his sword slashed at the opponent's calf, the opponent's leg was actually raised extremely lightly, but because the blade had already touched the boot at that time, the man had no choice but to pull out his leg and immediately jumped up.

Before that person landed, Liu San'er had a chance to stab another sword, but he hesitated, the other party was very strong, and the strength made him hesitate a little: should he use a two-handed sword technique or a nameless sword technique?

The opportunity was fleeting, and before Liu San'er could make a decision, the tower-like figure was already standing in front of him, holding a golden giant sword in his hand, standing leisurely, but with a smile in his eyes.

This smile made Liu San'er shudder, because it seemed like a hunter had found a nest of immobile bird eggs, or like a child had discovered a fun toy.

In this dark night, Liu San'er and the tower-like figure were only seven or eight steps away, and there was no obstacle in the middle except for heavy rain. And the other party's whole body was full of flaws: he didn't move, he didn't make any offensive posture, he just stood leisurely.

But Liu San'er didn't dare to attack immediately, whether it was with a two-handed sword technique or a right-handed nameless sword technique. Not only because the other party's aura was no longer concealed at this moment, it was indeed the cultivation of the peak of the late stage of qi training, but more importantly, the other party's momentum completely overwhelmed him, making him lose his confidence a little bit.

Liu San'er's breathing became thicker, her body arched, and she suddenly forgot the pain on her back. The tips of the two swords slowly converged together, this was the most reliable defensive posture, and he was slowly retreating, involuntarily retreating.

"Hehe!" the other laughed, and the exhaled breath blew his soaked masked towel into a circle of ripples.

Hearing the laughter, Liu San'er couldn't help but be stunned, but immediately his eyes widened, the corners of his mouth opened in horror, and his nose wrinkled.

The other party's golden greatsword shrieked past his bun, and the fierceness caused goosebumps all over his body. He didn't use the double sword in his hand to block, because that would be tantamount to using a mantis arm as a car. The golden wooden sword and the silver sword were like two poisonous snakes that had just come out of their shells in front of that person's giant sword, and they couldn't match their edge at all.

Fear was only for a moment, Liu San'er did not continue to retreat, but raised his head and rushed forward, he clearly knew that the giant sword was a routine of opening and closing, and there were about six steps to attack the dead end.

As long as he can rush over, it would be good to get close! Close to the body! Unscrupulous close quarters! Liu San'er only had this thought in his heart, and with the opportunity of the opponent's giant sword to miss, he almost rushed towards the opponent's chest.

Seeing Liu San'er rushing up, the masked man still had that terrible smile in his eyes, as if he was laughing at Liu San'er for looking for death.

Before Liu San'er's swords could touch the other party, the scream started again, and the other party had already swung the giant sword back like lightning. No, he had to lift the golden wooden sword in his right hand horizontally and carry the giant sword with a screaming sound.

With a loud bang, Liu San'er rolled on the ground a few times, and when he got up from the muddy water, only one of the two swords was left, and the golden wooden sword had already been knocked away. He looked down in disbelief and saw that the empty mouth of his right hand had cracked, and blood rushed out there, diluted by the rain, and then into the muddy water.

"Hmph. With a sneer, the masked man came over with a giant sword in tow. There was an immense confidence in his eyes, an undisguised contempt.

Liu San'er roared angrily, brandished the sword in his left hand, and rushed forward again. But his strength has dropped greatly without his right hand sword, no matter how he impacts and how he attacks, the giant sword is actually more flexible than a dagger, and all the attacks on the front and back are blocked, and the majestic strength on the giant sword is really terrifying, every time the sword touches, he feels that the sword is going to come out of his hand.

Although the tower-like man in black is not a real master of attacking without dead ends, he is already close to five or six points, and he is the only terrifying existence in Liu San'er's life in the third Qi cultivation period. He was already injured, and his momentum quickly fell, and with his strength, he was defeated by the opponent, and he was soon defeated and retreated.

The man in black is calm and relaxed, and he is not in a hurry to kill the killer. He already has the chance to win, there is no need to force Liu San'er to jump off the wall in a hurry. He was also really surprised in his heart, a mid-stage Qi cultivation cultivator had actually supported him for so long under his strong attack, he had never encountered it, and he couldn't help but have a little excitement.

......

Finally, the sword flew high into the sky, and at the same time, Liu San'er was involuntarily thrown backwards by this vigorously colliding body. When he raised his head in the muddy water, two inches in front of him was a thick golden light, which was the blade of the golden giant sword. He raised his head a little more, and looked at the greatsword pointed at his face, a pair of eyes full of cruel smiles.

"I'm going to die!" Liu San'er suddenly felt cold all over his body for a moment, all the way to his bones. At this moment, he forgot everything.

"Hehe" The masked man laughed, and the giant sword suddenly left Liu San'er and shrank back.

Liu San'er knew that the giant sword would stab him in half, and he had two swords out of his hands, and he had no other powerful attack on the enemy, so he was at the end of his rope. Suddenly, he thought of Yelufeng, and Yelufeng's arrogant and domineering smiling face shook in front of him at the same time. Then, he thought of a means to save his life, and some unwilling quickly circulated mana on his left arm. He wanted to escape, and he did not hesitate to consume Shouyuan's Thunder Blood Talisman to escape.

This is not shameful, looking at the dazzling golden light that suddenly rose on his left arm and the golden giant sword that was about to stab him, the corners of Liu San'er's mouth curled, and he remembered a sentence in a certain chronicle that describes the common words used by ordinary people in the martial arts when they escape, and then read it out: "Wu Na Birdman, our green mountains will not change the green water and the long stream, and we will see you in the rivers and lakes in the future!"