At this point in the battle, the two men no longer had any fancy postures. The sword in Yun Zhong's palm was flying like a rainbow. It looked like it was almost separated from the long sword, but in fact it was always connected to the long sword and it was difficult to retreat. However, Tang Bufeng slowed down and was in danger.

In extremely rare circumstances, they were also fighting with swords, and they were not far behind. It has to be said that the foundation of this martial arts fanatic is indeed much deeper than that of Yun Zhong. If it were anyone else, I am afraid that when this man went downstairs to climb the waterfall,

, he was already defeated.

It stands to reason that up to now, the Wen Dou Bi competition can be said to have a victory or defeat that is only between five and five, and there is no need to continue the stalemate. Although others can't see anything strange now, Yun Zhong knows that it is not that he does not want to accept the move, but that he does not want to accept the move.

It was Tang Bufeng's sword, which was always stuck to Yunzhong's sword, showing no sign of stopping.

Looking at Madman Tang's face again, he already had a ruthless look on his face, as if he was determined to live or die with the young man.

"Misfortune, Madman Tang has suffered from madness again. Although that young man has excellent swordsmanship and can fight with Xiao Tang head-on with his current strength and foundation, I'm afraid he is still not strong enough." Lao Sanjin's face was solemn, and his old face was a bit ugly. If we talk about closeness and distance.

, he must be looking towards Xiao Tang, who he is quite optimistic about, but now it is just a literary fight. If it hurts his life, then this matter is somewhat unjustifiable. The morality of the world is nothing more than a well-established rule, how can it be dealt with casually?

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"Let's put down the hammer first." He watched Lao Sanjin lift the two hammers upside down in his hands, his shoulders arched, and the master felt helpless, "I don't want to say whether you broke the rules by rushing forward, I just said it's up to you.

With your martial arts skills, can you really stop Xiao Tang? The fight between these two people is so deep that no one else can intervene, at least no one in the caravan can do it, not even you."

"The top priority is to prepare some medicine for wounds, and then go to the outside of the arena and roar a few times. If it's still difficult to tell the winner, it's not too late to take action. You, you are not in your prime. If you are hit hard by a sword,

, I’m afraid I’ll really have to die.”

Lao Sanjin was disdainful, "If you spit out good words from the mouth of a fat man like you, it will change in taste at the end. Even if I am old and frail, I can still beat up a dozen good guys." Even so, the old man said that.

Sanjin quickly called a few people from the caravan to take care of such trivial matters as wound medicine, while he picked up his hammers and rushed straight to the sidelines.

The sword in Yun Zhong's hand has become heavier and heavier, and the numbness in his arms has become more and more obvious with the flow of Tang Bufeng's long sword. There are waterfalls and waterfalls, but he can't take advantage of his own shortcomings and attack the other's strengths.

The upper hand. But it is obvious that the side of the sword is the most helpful in people's practice. During the sword fight, many of the past failed moves and the sword path were blocked, and the distracting thoughts in the heart were easily solved, and they slowly gathered on the right path.

This is the beauty of fighting with a master to the death. There are many similarities between sword moves and sword moves, which is enough to eliminate countless dross of the past.

In an instant, Yun Zhong felt blessed. He swung his sword to resist the ups and downs of the sword. The long sword slid smoothly against the blade, and slid down to the protective guard of the long sword like an antelope hanging its horns.

Shipped out with traceability.

Full strength.

Lock the sword light that is always pouring inexhaustibly.

But in the next moment, the young man's expression suddenly changed. The long sword that had been unable to fight for a long time, after resisting dozens or hundreds of powerful and heavy swords, finally couldn't bear the majestic power coming from the long sword, and the sword suddenly broke into several pieces.

, scattered in the field.

But looking at Tang Bufeng's red eyes at this moment, there is no sign of retreating? How can he withstand the knife in this man's palm with only a broken sword?

"stop!"

Just as the sword was flying across the sky, two loud shouts rang out from outside the venue.

Lao Sanjin, who rushed to the scene with his eyes about to burst, immediately picked up a pair of hammers, trying to forcefully clamp the incoming sword. However, under such circumstances, Tang Bufeng could not hold back at all, and he only cared about the sword as much as he wanted.

When he cut it down, the knife was as heavy as a mountain and sea, and it suddenly crushed Lao Sanjin's double hammers.

Lao Sanjin, who has been traveling in the world for decades, realized for the first time in this young disciple what it is not to be aggressive.

It's not like the two of them have never fought each other before, they were both at point-blank range. The former had long seen that Xiao Tang had some remaining strength, but he never imagined that this martial arts idiot's sword could be so powerful. With just one sword, Lao Sanjin felt like he had two swords.

The mouth of his arms was so numb that he had to hold on to the hammers in his hands tightly to prevent the weapons from falling out of his hands.

The onlookers had long noticed that this fight had changed its flavor. It was originally a point-and-click fight, but now, due to Madman Tang's madness, it had evolved into a life-and-death situation. A few men among the crowd had taken their own blows.

With a tall weapon, he tried to resist Tang Bufeng for a while, but was stopped by many experienced people, so he could only look anxiously at the field, helpless.

Tang Bufeng's sword in the field was already less than an inch away from Lao Sanjin's face. The latter's two hammers could not open the long sword.

But suddenly, Tang Bufeng's figure froze slightly.

Then there was the sound of bowstrings roaring in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Bu Feng was hit by three arrows on his abdomen and back, all of which hit key acupuncture points. His body was shaking so much that he had no choice but to shake open his hammers and look in the direction of the arrow feathers.

The most taboo thing for a martial artist is to make a sneak attack when launching a move or transporting one's strength. At worst, the opponent will seize the gap when he is confused and lose his life. At worst, his transport capacity will be blocked, and there will be no new force to cope with it. He will stop and change his moves in a hurry, and he will no longer be able to do it.

The upper hand. Tang Bufeng was like this at this moment. Although the three arrows had no arrow tips and were only shot with bare arrow shafts, the three arrows landed on key points. Even if there was no damage, they were still powerful enough to contain them.

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However, after this encounter, Tang Bufeng, who was in madness, regained some of his consciousness. He looked at Yunzhong and Lao Sanjin's embarrassing behavior in the field with confusion, and muttered: "Is the fight over?"

No one had noticed that while Tang Bufeng was speaking, the fat master, who was standing firmly on the slope, glanced at the man who shot the three life-saving arrows from a distance, his eyes obscure.

When everyone helped Yun Zhong and Lao Sanjin, who were out of strength, someone realized that Han Xi, who had gone to nowhere, had returned with a big bow on his back.

"I said, Leader Han, we have been making trouble for a long time. You are not bad at it. My brothers used to think that Lao Gui's title is more useful than any self-promotion. If you have it, you have great ability. If you don't have it, you are half-assed.

You're not worthy of being a guide, and you can't even talk about your kung fu skills. Seeing him today is really an eye-opener for me." Han Xi was about to go around from the back of the crowd to the carriage, but at this moment he was grabbed by a young man with a sly look.

The sleeve cuffs were praised a lot, and the dark skin could not help but glow with a little red light.

"Brother, you are overrated. As far as Old Han's archery skills are concerned, there is nothing remarkable about him. He was just eager to save people, so he didn't care about making a fool of himself in front of everyone by shooting these three arrows."

But the young man refused to let go. He grabbed Han Xi and refused to let go. He said, "Those who have seen excellent archery skills are just shooting birds and leaves on the road. Most of them are small tricks to impress people. They will hit the chest from a few hundred steps away."

It’s rare to find a wound to the abdominal vitals, let alone a bare arrow shaft? No, Captain Han, you can’t hide your secrets, you must teach me a few tricks of such exquisite archery.”
Chapter completed!