Like he said, he was just careless.

It was indeed careless. If I had known earlier, I would never have been so rash and almost capsized in the gutter.

Ding Xiu raised the corners of his lips and sneered: "I just like people who are tough-talking."

Having said that, the samurai sword came forward, his sword skills were wide open and closed, and each sword was as heavy as a thousand swords.

Liang Lu's Eight-Zhan Sword was very painful to receive.

Ding Xiu's sword was not very fast, but it was powerful and had a very tricky angle. He had just blocked two swords and was about to move forward when the next sword blocked his way forward, forcing him to retreat.

However, this does not mean that he has no chance at all. Defense is the first priority, and he can still counterattack when he finds the right opportunity.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear. In the eyes of outsiders, they can only see Ding Xiu wielding his samurai sword and slashing at Liang Lu one after another. The position of each sword is different.

Liang Lu kept blocking with his Eight-Zhan Sword and retreated step by step. In less than a minute, he was almost back to the wall.

It can be seen that it is very difficult to block.

This is the rhythm of losing.

On the other hand, Ding Xiu felt so relaxed with a sword in his hand. He slashed at will with a samurai sword, and each sword could cut back the path he was about to move forward, without any pressure.

Their swordsmanship is not at the same level at all.

Suddenly, Ding Xiu thought of something, stopped swinging his knife, and said to Liang Lu who was sweating profusely: "Do you believe that I can let you sit there?"

Looking along where Ding Xiu pointed, Liang Lu saw that it was an empty Grand Master's chair in the "auditorium" next to it.

Next to the Taishi chair is a small table, and to the left of the small table is an old man with a white beard.

Because of the old man, no one dared to sit on the chair next to him.

Now Ding Xiu wants him to sit over. How arrogant this is.

Feeling the humiliation, Liang Lu's face turned red and he made up his mind that he would not retreat even if he was hacked to death or thrown out of the window today.

"when!"

A familiar voice sounded again, and Ding Xiu drew his sword. This time the wind of the sword was much sharper than before, and every move was filled with murderous intent.

Liang Lu, who was determined not to retreat even if he was hacked to death, had to retreat after being stabbed twice in the arm and lower abdomen.

Ding Xiu's samurai sword was a performance sword, and it wasn't fake without an edge. Even though it was cut on his body through his clothes, it still hurt.

If this would lift his clothes, you would be able to see that there is definitely a purple mark where he was hit.

"Stab it!"

"hiss!"

Liang Lu was stabbed again, this time in the ribs. Unlike before, this time the blade was red.

Ding Xiu's katana was originally unedged and could not hurt anyone, but it had gaps one after another in the duel with his Eight-Zhan Sword.

Now these gaps are like saws. Cutting on the body will tear the clothes and hurt the flesh inside.

The most painful thing is cutting someone with a saw-like blade. It really feels the same as being cut with a saw. The skin is still attached when the knife cuts through.

Liang Lu, a grown man who had practiced martial arts for many years, was almost in tears.
Chapter completed!