The cold wind killed the heavens and the earth, diluting the warmth between the wine glasses.

Every step out, as if measured with precision, one foot and one inch of distance, so that the distance between the two has been constantly narrowing.

Masters, real masters......

Just a few steps has made Ding Busan understand that what he has to face is definitely an extremely terrifying opponent.

The kung fu of the Blood Knife Ancestor, Ding Busan has never fought against him, who is higher and who is low, how high can it be, and how low it can be, he Ding Busan doesn't know.

However, Ding Busan's younger brother Ding Busi married Mr. Weide of the Snow Mountain School because of a woman. is the so-called brother who fights the tiger, and goes into battle as a father and son soldier, his Ding brothers are not a pair of people who like to be reasonable, and they have naturally done it with Bai Zizi.

It's a pity that Bai Zizi not only has the essence of the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain School with one hand, but also because he was a child in the Snow Mountain to subdue the courage of a strange snake, and his skill has doubled.

Even if the two brothers joined forces, they still fell behind in the contest with Na Bai Zizi. And this Blood Knife Sect has been able to compete with the Snow Mountain Sect in Lingzhou for many years, if it is said that the Blood Knife Ancestor's kung fu is not as good as Ding Busan, then he Ding Busan will not believe it.

From the Blood Knife Ancestor rushing out of the house to being killed by Jiang Feng and returning, it only took a cup of tea before and after. Even if the Blood Knife Ancestor's kung fu was slightly inferior to his Ding Busan, the master who killed him was definitely not something that Ding Busan could oppose.

However, although the two Ding brothers acted freely, they were absurd, and even killed indiscriminately. But for face, he really cherishes it to the extreme, even if he knows that Jiang Feng's kung fu is far higher than his own, Ding Busan will never back down.

With static braking and preemptive strikes, either the opponent is frivolous and irritable, or his own martial arts cultivation is far superior to the opponent.

At this time, Ding Busan saw that Jiang Feng was pressing forward step by step, and with every step he took, his momentum condensed a point. He didn't dare to delay any longer, and the dry smoke in his hand turned, and it was already like a long sword, taking the lead and stabbing straight towards the river wind.

Although Ding Busan replaced the long sword with a cigarette stick and lost three points to clear zero, his internal strength is not bad, and this dry tobacco stick does not leave his body all the year round, which is as flexible as an arm. Yes, this straight stab, but it has three more points of weight, and three points of machine change.

If ordinary characters face this direct stab, they are afraid that with just one face-to-face effort, they will be completely enveloped by the opponent's heavy back-up moves. There is only the power to parry, but not the ability to fight back.

It's a pity that what he is facing is by no means an ordinary character. And his bigger mistake was that he shouldn't use a cigarette stick to perform swordsmanship.

The reason why swordsmanship needs to be performed with a sword shows that the most suitable swordsmanship is still a sword after all. Therefore, many people who use Qimen weapons to perform swordsmanship may be able to rely on surprise to gain the upper hand at the beginning, but once they encounter a real sword master, they will find that they have already been defeated.

Fast, only one word fast.

The sword is light and agile, and in terms of strength, it is naturally not comparable to heavy blades such as swords and halberds. But if it's the turn of the fast word, the long sword is the first to be pushed.

A chill swept by, and in an instant, Ding Busan only felt that his body was trembling one after another. The threat of death, the threat of death from nowhere, at this moment, he finally knew why the Blood Knife Ancestor would run away in panic as soon as he heard Jiang Feng's voice.

Looking for an ordinary sword, but as long as there is a fast speed to the peak and surging internal force, even if there are thousands of troops, it will be difficult to resist.

Ding Busan was also taken aback, and his first reaction in the crisis was to roll on the spot and escape from the circle shrouded by Jiang Feng's sword light first. However, the next moment, Ding Busan dispelled this idea.

If the two of them met in a deserted place, such a huge gap in martial arts would have caused Na Ding to turn around and flee. However, now in the Changle Gang, under the attention of countless pairs of eyes, it is impossible for him to make such a dodge move no matter what.

But seeing that Ding Busan stood up at this time, the cigarette stick in his hand was fierce again, although he knew that it would be useless, but even if he died, he was unwilling to admit defeat.

At the moment of the move, Ding Busan was almost about to close his eyes, which seemed to save face, but it was almost about to give him his life. For this trick, he Ding Busan regretted it, and what he regretted was that he really shouldn't have brought Ding Jue, his precious granddaughter.

Even with Ding Busan's lawless character, the inertia of the next generation still appears in him. He often said that he had three treasures, Ding Jue, martial arts and Xuanbing Bihuojiu. But in fact, in his eyes, only Ding Jue is his real heart.

The cold air pressed through his throat, and Ding Busan at this time suddenly felt a sense of silence, perhaps, the moment a person is closest to death, he will have this feeling.

A sword floated by, leaving only a few traces of cyan afterimage, as if the sword in Jiang Feng's hand had never been unsheathed.

At the same time, countless white threads suddenly flew next to Ding Busan, and Ding Busan, who was stunned for a while, touched his chin, and a row of beards was cut off in unison.

If a person's sword wants to cut off all the beards of the opponent in a fight, especially in the battle of a master, it is much more difficult than cutting a person's throat.

"Grandpa, are you alright......?"

Whether you admit it or not, the affection of blood is always the most difficult thing to part.

Looking at Ding Jue, who was about to cry, Ding Busan suddenly smiled rarely. Although he often laughs on weekdays, he has never smiled like an old man next door like today, kind and kind.

"Grandpa, forget it, let's go, I'm not looking for Brother Tian, as long as Grandpa you're safe!"

Ding Busan patted Ding Jue's head and said with a smile: "Silly boy, don't worry, grandpa's life is big, and he won't die so easily." ”

"Old Man Ding, if you really took advantage of the situation just now, now you are afraid that you have become a corpse!"

After hearing this, Ding Busan smiled self-deprecatingly on his face, and then said: "Yes, it seems that Ding Busan is lucky today." Don't worry, although Ding Busan is not a good person, he has clear grievances, and Ding Busan will return this favor to you sooner or later. ”

"I just think that there are too few people who really have the backbone of a master now, too few, if there is one more, just one more!"

Ding Busan and Ding Jue came violently and slowly left, and no one tried to stop them. Because in doing so, not only do you have to face a master who is no less than Bei Haishi, but you also need to take into account Jiang Feng's anger.