Chapter 18 The world is reversed

There is a principle for running away:

That is, you must not have a clear destination. It is best to just do it casually and mess around.

Therefore, Chen Sheng rode his horse eastward, westward, and occasionally turned a corner without even knowing where he was going.

"Um?"

The outside of the city was more open than the inside of the city, and of course the running speed was faster. Logically speaking, Xiahou Feishan would never be able to catch up with him, but Chen Sheng felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him.

Strange!

Did that old monster have wings? Could it fly?

Full of suspicion, he continued to gallop on his horse until he had run more than three hundred miles before he stopped to take a breath.

Chen Sheng stood in the wilderness and experienced it silently. He felt that the feeling of being "spyed on" seemed to have disappeared. His face relaxed and finally showed a smile.

He suddenly saw a large town not far ahead, but he didn't know if it was Xianyang or Xingping?

After feeding the horse some grass and taking some time to relieve himself, he got on the horse again and headed towards the town.

The sky gradually gets brighter.

Dawn comes quietly.

"Sir, would you like sesame cakes? Freshly baked sesame cakes."

"The warm buns..."

The street market has returned to life, and the cries of various merchants can be heard constantly. If you smell it casually, the aroma of food is everywhere.

Chen Sheng felt his empty stomach, tied the horse outside, and walked into a breakfast shop.

"Store, what do you have to eat?"

The waiter who was sweeping the floor nodded: "Hello, sir, we are most famous for our meatloaf and wide noodles, which are very big bowls."

Big bowl of pappardelle?

Chen Sheng remembered something funny. Even though it had been a long time ago, he still couldn't help but laugh: "I'll just eat the wide noodles and serve two bowls as fast as possible."

"Okay, sir, wait a moment..."

In this land in the northwest, people especially love pasta, including dumplings, steamed buns, pot helmets, and sugar cakes. There are so many types that they are almost spoiled for fun.

"Xilihulu."

Two large bowls of hot noodles were eaten in a flash. They tasted really good. Chen Sheng wiped his mouth after finishing the meal and shouted: "The waiter has settled the score."

A familiar voice said coldly: "I'm still hungry, why don't you wait a moment?"

Damn it!

Chen Sheng looked up in horror and found that Xiahou Feishan had walked in from outside and blocked the door.

How did he find me?

This is unscientific!

Frustrated and surprised, Chen Sheng became furious. He drew his sword and charged towards Xiahou Feishan.

You have to work hard when you should.

With the opponent's tracking skills, it seems useless wherever he goes, so he might as well give it a good beating!

Xiahou Feishan nimbly dodged to avoid Chen Sheng's heart-piercing stab, and then slashed at the aorta in his neck with his backhand.

This time, the old man was obviously serious and had already planned to seize the opportunity.

Of course Chen Sheng did not agree.

His upper body was thrown back, and he was hit repeatedly, and then he kicked his lower abdomen violently.

"snort."

This kid's lower body attack is really annoying. Xiahou Feishan quickly retreated, and then quickly approached, retreating and advancing, there was almost no gap in the connection between the two movements, and one sword stabbed his opponent between the eyebrows.

"Ding!"

Using his backhand to deflect the sword's edge, Chen Sheng raised his two left fingers and thrust them into Xiahou Feishan's eyes.

Xiahou Feishan actually started to spin on the spot, swinging his sword while spinning, combining the steps of defense and attack into one.

"Ding, ding ding ding..."

The two of them were going back and forth, competing for the upper hand, and the situation became extremely dangerous.

After more than thirty rounds of fighting, Chen Sheng was in trouble. He was kicked first and had a gash on his chest.

There was no way, even if he tried his best, he was no match for Xiahou Feishan.

This is a comprehensive contest of experience, strength, technology, and courage. Unfortunately, Chen Sheng is still a bit green now.

What's even more frightening is that Xiahou Feishan's sword seems to have a strange "sticky" feeling on it. The more he fights, the heavier Chen Sheng's weapon becomes, and even his arms become a little weak.

Can't delay any longer!

Chen Sheng stabbed five swords in a row, each of which was a different school of swordsmanship. When it came to the sixth sword, he suddenly used the "Yangguan Three Layers".

This time, he improved his attack target and swung his sword straight to the heart.

Xiahou Feishan encountered "Yangguan Santie" again, but he didn't get out of the way like last time.

He could see the real point of attack at a glance, so he used a delicate block to deflect the sword edge slightly, and then pushed his arm forward, stabbing Chen Sheng in the throat instead.

The life-saving trick has been broken!

After all, it is an old monster that has encountered "Thirteen Deadly Swords", and it is difficult for the same tricks to be effective again.

Chen Sheng didn't want to die, so he could only retreat backwards.

"Haha, why don't you just surrender?"

Next, Xiahou Feishan's momentum was like a rainbow, and he chased after him with big strides, having completely taken the initiative.

"Chi." "Chi." "Chi."

A moment later, Chen Sheng received three more blows from the sword during his defense. Although these wounds were not fatal, they still made him bleed.

The more you bleed, the more you need to calm down.

The powerful enemy has inspired Chen Sheng's full potential and stubbornness.

He turned into a wounded snake and endured it bitterly, swimming away while fighting, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

"laugh!"

The sword edge slashed across his chest, and Chen Sheng was struck by the fourth sword.

Just when Xiahou Feishan adjusted his angle and was about to gain victory, Chen Sheng rushed forward despite the severe pain and finally took action.

A sword was swung out.

The clouds are as soft and the rain is as refreshing.

——Xie Xiaofeng's "Magpies Flying Together".

Seeing Chen Sheng swinging his sword directly at his liver, Xiahou Feishan didn't care. His first reaction was to sink his sword to knock the move away, and then drive straight in to pierce the enemy's throat.

Who would have expected...

As if Chen Sheng's wrist had no bones, it turned upward at a terrifying angle. With a sharp murderous intent and full of anger, it actually changed its direction and stabbed him in the chest.

The sound from the east strikes the west, and the two magpies fly apart.

!!!!

In the flash of lightning, Xiahou Feishan was horrified and had goosebumps all over his body.

This move is completely comparable to any sword in "Thirteen Deadly Swords". Although the style is different, it is more subtle and can easily break people's inertial thinking.

Xiahou Feishan couldn't escape.

He could only twist his body and try to protect his heart.

"puff."

A sword penetrated deeply into the chest.

It was very cold and painful. Xiahou Feishan staggered far away.

The blood instantly dyed the skirt of his clothes red, and his voice became hoarse.

Xiahou Feishan stared at Chen Sheng: "You...boy, you actually have a clever killer trick hidden in your mind, why didn't you use it earlier?"

Chen Sheng's face was bright and he showed a winner's smile: "It's very simple. Mr. Xiahou, you were the most vigilant earlier and your physical strength was at its peak. If I attack rashly, I may not be able to hurt you."

"You have endured for so long and been injured many times just to give me this sword?"

"That's right!"

"Okay, great."

Xiahou Feishan said: "Whose swordsmanship is this?"

Chen Shengdao: "You know this is not my swordsmanship?"

"nonsense."

"You really want to know?"

"think."

"Oh, then I won't tell you!"

Xiahou Feishan: "..."

Chen Sheng knew that his opponent's injuries were more serious than his own, so he moved forward step by step.

"Mr. Xiahou, is it time to settle our accounts?"

"snort."

Xiahou Feishan's face turned fierce, and he shouted: "Forget it, am I still afraid of you?"

As he said that, he turned his head and ran away.

"Hahaha, it is indeed Lao Jianghu."

Chen Sheng immediately chased after him, grinning and shouting: "Where to go?"

From this moment on, the tables turn, the cat turns into a mouse, and the victim turns into a deadly hunter!
Chapter completed!