A knife!

The blade pierced through the arm with all its strength, and the power of the blade forced out was as agitated as the water pattern of a stream!

But the knife missed.

It's not that it's empty, but that the opponent is taking a light and spiritual path, and Han Cheng doesn't know the exercises he practiced, but he saw that this person was as light as a swallow, and between the swift steps, he was restrained and saw the harvest, such as stepping slightly on the surface of the water, and with wide clothes, it was not as good as the same flying bird between the movements, and it was very vivid.

Since he did not choose to fight in battle, the power caused by this knife naturally became an unprovoked attrition, and it could not cause damage, no matter how fierce the offensive was, it was naturally a pity to fail.

Unless!

There is such a moment.

It is hard to imagine that when a person's whole body gravity is concentrated on this slash, he will change the direction of the force at that last critical moment, and the palm-wide blade is even directly smashed up by the impact force of the landing, and this momentum is vigorous, and you can even hear the smugness in the cold snort of the Liao knife, the airflow of the blade is obviously thicker, obviously the offensive of this knife is stronger than the one that went out just now.

But Liao Daoke's opponent didn't seem to be surprised, his body was like a piece of tissue paper, and he fell to the ground so lightly, under the slightest pressure of gravity, Han Cheng couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise, feeling that he was a little out of shape, and hurriedly covered his mouth, so as not to make some noise and harm himself.

The blade scraped against the man's clothes like this, as if it was like a stick hitting cotton, and all the power that was violently cut out was invisibly dispersed on this knife, and it seemed that Liao Daoke also seemed to be a little annoyed and frustrated because of the miscalculation of this knife, and the internal strength in his body seemed to have an uncontrollable sense of collapse.

The opponent's palm slapped on the ground, and with the counterattack on the ground, his body jumped up.

Han Cheng could see this person jumping up half a foot high, and the smug smile that came out of the corner of his mouth was so proud.

"Last time you lost, this time you still lose. The moment the man jumped, the sound of his mouth and teeth clashing, he slapped his left hand on the strange weapon in his hand as he fell.

Puff puff!

There were three tiny steel needles hidden on the strange object, and the steel needles shot out at once, directly towards the top of Liao Daoke's head, as if they were about to deal with him with a single blow.

It's just that!

Han Cheng remembered that Liao Daoke had previously said that he was cultivating "Wang Ba's Three Swords", if it is understood from the literal meaning of this martial art, then Liao Daoke only slashed two swords, and there was a third slash.

Here it comes!

Han Cheng's eyes flashed, not the light in his eyes, it was the light refracted by the blade that hit his eyes, and Liao Daoke actually collected the internal strength of his whole body at the moment when he looked defeated. He let go of his hand, but in exchange for his other hand, he grasped the hilt of the knife in his left hand, and then there was a 'draw of the knife to cut off the flow of water', and the blade that was pulled up horizontally seemed to flow like a wide silver-white stream because of the internal strength.

The momentum that pulled out the slash actually directly opened a half-zhang long crack in the air space.

The three head-on steel needles were like eggs hitting a stone, and the blades flew straight upwards as they were slashed out.

The man who was standing in mid-air and just happened to sneak attack was falling rapidly at this moment, although his movements were brisk and he was thin, but he couldn't stop his fall.

And below where he fell, a knife cut was drawn into the air.

The edge of the knife pulled a blood-red arc, and for a moment it stained the air red.

The man screamed, and was struck by this knife, like a butterfly that had been cut off, and floated to the ground a few times.

Han Cheng stared at the man who was cut off the horse with a knife, and also stared at Liao Daoke who was kicking next to him, this person used all his internal strength to cut out the last knife, and this knife also obviously hit the man, but Han Cheng couldn't help frowning when he saw Liao Daoke's brows, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the man who fell to the ground under his frowning brows, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heavy gaze.

"It seems that I guessed correctly, you have indeed practiced the third sword in this year. ”

Han Cheng's eyes tightened, and he saw that the man who was originally lying on the ground actually stood up slowly, and although a horizontal wound on his chest was a little bloody, this person's face was full of smiles.

"Wang Ba Sandao, I think it's better to call it Wang Basandao. I used all my strength to cut out these three knives, but you couldn't kill me, and now you, who have exhausted your internal strength, are you not just a king to be slaughtered?"

This person approached Liao Daoke step by step at this moment, although there was no force, but he saw that Liao Daoke's face was now as white as frost, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Han Cheng stared at Liao Daoke's eyebrows that were pierced by two steel nails, and he was screaming for his life, even if he finally knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, he couldn't arouse half of the sorrow, but instead showed a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth after the kill.

Such a change really shocked Han Cheng.

Not shocked by this bloody scene, nor shocked by the first time he saw a dead person, it was the first time he understood that the light produced when martial arts and internal strength were combined was incredible.

If it is true that fierceness is the most powerful means of killing the enemy in wartime, then gentleness is the most advantageous means of self-defense in wartime, but the relationship between attack and defense is not two extremes.

Although it has always been regarded as a waste body that cannot be cultivated, Han Cheng is not as clumsy as his body in his mind, Liao Daoke's three knives are indeed enough to make people vigilant and frightened, and he is also strong enough, in fact, if he fights head-on, that man must not be Liao Daoke's opponent, Han Cheng is also sure that it is difficult for him to find a chance to survive under his knife, but Liao Daoke is finally defeated.

Liaodao's defeat was not his strength, but his scheming, his calculations, and his experience in the enemy.

This fight was not in vain. Han Seung gained a lot of experience that he didn't know before.

He thought to himself that it seemed that he had to learn to practice the "Panzong Step", and he also had to practice another attack martial art, otherwise he would have a turtle shell on his back, and if he couldn't attack, it would only be a matter of time before he was defeated.

Lu Yun Monkey lured the enemy deeper, and suddenly used the trap they had set up next to him earlier, and successfully killed that person, but he didn't have a rest, so he fought with the person who killed Liao Daoke.

In addition, the other two battles seemed to be a little evenly divided, in short, Han Cheng saw that Hou Zhen and Tan Jian each slashed their opponents more than a dozen times, but they themselves also suffered more than a dozen knives, and their strength was mixed, the two battles were more like bloody slashes, and it was impossible to see who was high and who was low for a while, and the intensity was naturally not comparable to the battle between the two internal strength and the second layer of anger.

Suddenly, Zhu Guanggao took the opportunity to take three or four steps in a row, and as soon as he copied the black sword in his hand, he cut off the head of Tan Jian's opponent with one sword, but Zhu Guanggao's opponent did not show weakness, and seized the opportunity to cut the throat of Hou Zhen with a sword.

Zhu Guanggao took the opportunity to lift the sword and shake it, and the sword was straight up, he drank "on the blue sky" in his mouth, only to see the black sword in his hand jumping like a leap, jumping high and swinging with his own strength, there was indeed a bit of the momentum of the dragon on the blue sky, and a sword was hugged into the opponent's arms.

In his arms is where everyone's death hole is, here are the concentration of important organs of the body, if a sword is cut off, if you don't die, you will be seriously injured, but the opponent is not flustered, he is dancing with a cyan sword in his hand, I don't know what material is practiced, but it should not be ordinary iron, and what can shine is a high-grade material.

This blue light sword was danced by him, and it turned out to be three blue lights, after the "blue and white flowers" shouted out of the man's mouth, the three blue lights twisted into a round of blue light, as if he knew that he was half a step late, and if he couldn't block this sword, or he would be injured if he blocked it.

So as soon as these three blue lights were fished, they took advantage of Zhu Guanggao's bullying and fell directly on his back.

This is a desperate way of fighting, if you kill me a thousand, I will hurt you eight hundred.

However, this is also the most effective way to play, at least when it cannot be completely preserved, the price of serious injury is exchanged for the cost of serious injury to the opponent, in fact, it is reduced, and the defeat will not be lost.