Yue Hanzhi hurriedly flicked his sword and struck. The entire thin sword hit the tall and thin man's long sword, causing the long sword to hit the air. However, because he was too close to the tall and thin man, he was kicked in the lower abdomen by the man.

He fell to the ground and slid a few steps away. The wounds he had sustained in Yangfeng Valley seemed to have been severely injured again.

The woman in blue lying on the ground curled up into a ball, covering her bleeding lower abdomen with her left hand, and prepared to stand up with a sword, but the pain from her lower abdomen prevented her from standing up straight.

The tall, thin man in gray robe turned his head to look at Yue Hanzhi because he was slashing through the air with his long sword and said coldly: "I think you have good looks. I wanted to deal with that mud-legged guy first and fight you later. If you don't care about your life, then I

First cut off the meridians of your limbs and turn you into a cripple so that we can fight again."

A huge cloud layer in the sky moved slowly and almost blocked the sun, and the mountains and forests began to become dim. Yue Hanzhi squatted with his sword in a place where there was still some sunlight. The sky seemed to follow the tall and thin man walking slowly.

It began to darken, and a sense of oppression immediately surged into everyone's hearts. The caravan men were guarding the carriage when they saw this scene. Their hands trembled and they did not dare to step forward. The gap between these two men in gray robes and the previous two groups of bandits was too big.

It was too big for them and Yue Hanzhi to handle.

The boy in a short shirt who was shaken away from the mountain had already hammered his left hand towards the ground. It seemed that the force of the shock he just received was too great, which directly made the whole arm numb as if he could not move. He watched the tall and thin man give up attacking him.

She turned to the woman in blue who was half-crouching with her sword upright. Her curtain was picked up by the obese man just now, and the blood on her hair and lips was stuck to her cheeks. She was seriously injured in order to save herself, but she still did not fall.

, I don’t look as miserable as her now, right? The two of them have only met for a few days, but now they are going to end here?

When we first met, we fought against the enemy mountain bandits together. We also watched the cherry blossoms blooming in the mountains together on the hillside of Yangfeng Valley. There was also a scene in the inn guest room where I fell asleep in front of the door and her door opened slightly and they both fell to me.

The eyes of the young man in a short shirt were red, and the resentment in his heart kept rushing against his body. He swallowed the blood that poured into his mouth, and slowly put the spring window butterfly on his face with his right hand. He jerked his head forward and bit him.

The black cloth strip on the hilt of the sword, and the blood-stained teeth were tearing hard at the slip knot he tied, making strange roaring sounds from time to time, like a wild beast that had not yet developed its intelligence and was tearing at the corpse of its companion with tearful sounds.

's mournful cry.

The tall and thin man who was walking towards Yuehanzhi walked slower because of the noise coming from here. He didn't know whether he wanted to see what would happen next, or because he thought the young man's roar was really unpleasant, so he walked slower and turned his head to look from time to time.

He yelled at the young man behind him.

The black cloth strip on the Spring Chuang Butterfly Sword fell off from the sword due to the opening of the slipknot, and slowly floated in the air, swaying continuously. Only the black cloth strip where the sword was held in the right hand was still in the hand, and the dim forest continued.

Then a brighter and brighter green color appeared, which was the color of this sword. The green color of this sword shone in the dark forest hidden by the clouds in the sky. The young man struggled to lift his numb left hand and put it in the air.

The black cloth strip in the air was wrapped around the right hand holding the sword, gradually tightened, and finally tore it with his mouth and tied a knot, as if to fix his entire right hand with the long green sword.

"I have a sword... Spring Chuangdie... I have a..." The boy in a short shirt repeated in a low voice and intermittently.

Perhaps it was the young man standing up again or the long sword in his hand that interested the man in gray robe. He finally stopped and waited for the young man in short shirt to take action, with a look of contempt on his face that was not concealed at all.

Turning his back to the young man behind him, he said: "At the end of the day, feel free to use whatever tricks you have. Just now I was just teasing you out of boredom. I wanted to cut off your arms when I got tired of playing. Now that you have turned into a mad dog, how can you still do it?"

how".

The young man in short shirt squinted his red eyes and looked forward. He raised the tip of his sword with his right hand and pointed it at the tall and thin man in gray robe. He determined the target and rushed forward. Chun Chuangdie pointed directly at the tall and thin man.

Behind the man, the long stride was much faster than before. He laughed in his heart and asked, is this a flashback? A sword thrust missed, and the tall and thin man simply moved his position casually to avoid the young man's attack.

Attack, the man's sarcastic smile became thicker and thicker. Lin Manliu didn't stop there. He turned around and swung upward faster than before, but the man still retreated to avoid it.

Seeing that this boy in a short shirt was so boring even with his final outburst, the tall and thin man lost interest. He drew his sword out of its sheath and prepared to kill the boy with mud-legged legs and then have a good showdown with the woman in blue.

.The young man in a short shirt saw his contemptuous gesture of drawing the sword, and chased directly in front of the tall and thin man. He raised his long sword and slashed downwards, turned around and swung upwards. Once he missed the target, he struck again, one sword after another, and the speed became faster and faster.

His movements became faster, and his movements were very weird. Sometimes he would first swing down, then turn around and swing upward. Sometimes he would get up and bounce again after swinging down, and then swing down again, hitting the tall and thin man hard to guard against.

There was something wrong with the sword moves of this mud-legged man! The man was shocked. His reaction time to dodge the sword moves was getting shorter and shorter. Some of him had no time to avoid the hem of his clothes. There were already traces of broken sword marks on the sleeves of his robe. He retreated again and again.

He was caught in the trembling attack of the young man in a short shirt and couldn't get out for a moment. Lin Manliu tried his best to strike continuously with downward swings and turned around. If you look closely, isn't it the sword-power Huanglong taught by his master!

When the tall and thin man could barely dodge the fourteenth swing from the boy in a short shirt, the next upward attack he turned around was no longer dodgeable. He was still horrified. How could he have ended up in such a situation? How could he try to escape from this trap?

In the end, he had no choice but to move his sword forward without retreating, preparing to catch the next sword move from the boy in a short shirt head-on, which came from nowhere.

First, there was a "ding" sound, and the long swords collided with each other, but he blocked it! Moreover, the long sword in his hand did not bring much impact to himself, indicating that the sword moves of this boy in a short shirt were only fast but lacked strength, high.

The thin man was determined to fight back immediately, and he was about to raise his sword and draw the sword inside the door to hit Xue Zhonghan to kill him, but the next sound made him fall into despair, the sound of the long sword breaking.

The long sword in the hand of the tall and thin man was broken. It was shattered from the point where the blade hit the spring window butterfly. The cracks extended to the hilt as if it didn't want to stop. The man watched the long sword in his hand shatter in front of his eyes.

Watching Chun Chuangdie pass through the body of his long sword and sink into his right shoulder, this moment passed so slowly, fragments of the sword body were still floating in the air, and his blood spattered from his right shoulder.

He was flying in the air, and there was a green sword blade on his right shoulder.

The person holding the turquoise sword is a young man, a young man with mud-legged legs that he had played with just now.
Chapter completed!