"You also use a sword?" Looking at the girl holding the sword in front of him, Gou Ba laughed dumbly, and his tone was clearly "You are worthy of it."

"You can't chew off more than you can chew. I don't know how many times I've told you this. Alas..." The man shook his head regretfully and looked at Wei Shu as if he were looking at a dead person:

"You are still too young, Arrow Eleven. You young people just suffer because you have suffered too little."

Wei Shu remained silent, but there seemed to be a storm in her heart.

The black iron sword had been stuck on the ground. After moving twice, she happened to land on the side of the sword, and she could reach it.

This was planned before "she" passed out, and Wei Shu couldn't help but follow "her" arrangements in advance, holding the sword in her hand.

The hilt of the sword, which was made entirely of iron, was cold to the bone and forced into the bottom of the wrist.

Wei Shu had a strange feeling in her heart, as if the sword was her hand, connected with her thoughts, and familiar with her every thought.

In comparison, the strange name "Arrow Eleven" was ignored by her intentionally or unintentionally.

This also seems to come from "her" instinct.

In the face of a powerful enemy, you must not be distracted.

Facing Gou Ba's sarcastic eyes, Wei Shu suddenly bent her fingers and flicked the sword.

"Zheng——", the sound of the sword was clear and clear, and her calm voice also sounded at this moment:

"It's going to collapse."

Before he finished speaking, Gouba suddenly felt weak on the soles of his feet, and soon he heard the beam let out an overwhelmed cry and collapsed suddenly.

The sarcasm on his face finally disappeared.

He suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to hear the sound of the hidden weapon falling to the ground.

Based on the direction of the three "tarsal soul-stealing cones", at least two of them landed on the brick floor, and the other one seemed to have broken out of the window, but no sound was heard.

Where did they fall?

As his thoughts flashed, the beam collapsed in the air, and Gou Ba's whole body was falling. He couldn't find a place to borrow strength for a while, so he had to sink to his Dantian in one breath, intending to speed up his landing and find an opportunity to kill the enemy.

Wei Shu took a long breath, stepped forward, and raised her sword.

There are no fancy tricks, the mediocre moves become old as soon as they are released, and there is almost no room for maneuver.

A subtle "chichi" sound came from the darkness, the strong wind poured in from the damaged doors and windows, and the sword energy broke through the air, making a sound like cracking silk.

Gou Ba couldn't help but feel a little chilled in his heart.

At that moment, his whole body seemed to be enveloped by this sword, and he was almost unable to avoid it. There was also the sound of wind and thunder in the direction of the blade.

That was not the wind and rain outside the window, but the sound of clanging swords.

There is no regret when the sword is drawn.

This sword actually had a terrifying sword intent.

When did she acquire such superb swordsmanship?

Gou Ba's eyebrows were cold, and he was falling faster and faster.

Wei Shu's mood at this time was actually not that calm.

She has never used a sword, nor does she know how to use concealed weapons, nor does she know these hand-to-hand moves. But now she is good at everything, and at this moment, this move with the sword is the most popular move in the street.

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When the sword move was handed out, this name emerged from the bottom of Wei Shu's heart, and the energy in her body also followed the memory:

Tiantu, Tanzhong is in the middle; Quchi, the inner and outer guan are connected side by side; Qihai, the blood sea is behind the palace; Lieque, Taiyuan, Hegu, and the hand Shaoyin and hand Shaoyang meridians are the vanguard, at the shoulders, elbows, waist, and knees.

, the wrists are staggered and arranged, just like a marshal dispatching his troops and generals, using every ounce of strength where it is most important.

It's just a move to "set fire to the sky".

Gou Ba also recognized Wei Shu's moves at a glance.

This is a very common sword move, not difficult to deal with at all. If he were on level ground, he would have at least 139 ways to defeat this move, and there would be infinite variables for subsequent counterattacks.

But at this moment, the other person is still in the air, and just when the old strength has been exhausted and the new strength has not yet emerged, the cold sword energy is imminent. The timing is really perfect, making such a ruthless sword move impossible.

Exuding first-class murderous intent.

If it were anyone else, even if they could avoid being injured by this sword, their breath would be disrupted and the opponent would take advantage of him.

But Wei Shu seemed to have forgotten one thing:

Her opponent is Gou Ba, and Gou Ba's weapon is a hook.

By hooking and connecting, it can defeat all the powerful soldiers in the world. This is the most tricky thing about the "hook" weapon.

The slim chance of winning lies here.

Gou Ba suddenly exhaled and roared loudly. At the same time, Gou Ba crossed his left hand and waved his right palm continuously.

"Bang bang bang", several broken beams were smashed in the air. The wooden thorns were like arrows, carrying the strong wind and hitting Wei Shu's vital points all over her body. The iron hook in Gouba's left hand turned flexibly, like fangs.

The tip of the hook is scorching with cold light.

"Choke", there was a loud sound, and the curved hook caught the sword's body impartially.

The timing is just right.

Gou Ba was determined, and the surging force stored in the hook suddenly turned from hard to soft. Under the "stick" tactic, the tip of the sword was firmly hooked.

Both hands can hold the hook, and the left hand is more flexible than the right hand. This is the unique skill of hook eight, and there are nine people who know it.

Naturally, these nine people have become dead, and if one more person is added, the number will become an integer.

The long sword and the iron hook were instantly tightened, and the two internal forces, one heavy and the other thick, were trembling. After another breath, the harsh sound of the intersection of steel and iron was heard in the darkness.

The rusty iron hook swung down along the tip of the sword, approaching Wei Shu's hand holding the sword. A cold force also used this force to pull it and push it sideways.

The iron sword was swung away by a move, and Wei Shu couldn't help but turn half of her body. At this time, the counterattack was no longer possible, and the wooden thorn came again in front of her, so she had to distract it and use her free hand to swat it away.

The door is actually wide open.

Gou Hachi's fist can easily hit the face at this time.

Wei Shu smelled a hint of sweet aroma.

It was emitted by the finger tiger set on Gouba's middle finger. In the night, the sharp iron thorns glowed with a dark green light, as eerie as a snake's eyes.

"Despicable villain, he actually uses poison!"

Wei Shu roared angrily.

"Poof", the sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh was heard, the air suddenly solidified, strong wind passed through the mullioned window, and the broken window paper was finally blown away and fell to the ground.

Gouhachi lowered his head and looked at his fist.

His fist stopped in front of Wei Shu, and the green sting almost touched the tip of her delicate nose, but... it was difficult to move forward.

He frowned in confusion.

The next breath, the coldness in his throat gripped him, as if a huge hole suddenly opened there, and the cold wind poured in, taking away his body temperature bit by bit.

He slowly lowered his head, and wherever he could see, there was a blur of black light.

The black light suddenly started to flow, and it retreated from his throat like water. The intense crimson color splashed like rain, and the black light fell into a white and tender palm.

The picture at that moment was beautiful and coquettish, with red, white and black interlaced, which actually made Gou Ba feel a little distracted.

Then, a distant and confused voice seemed to come from his ears:

"Which is faster, the fist or the sword?"

When he was seventeen years old, his master once asked him this, and his answer at that time was:

"I'm fast."

Yes, he has always been fast, faster than all his opponents, so he lived until he became Gou Hachi.

But now, someone faster than him appears.


Chapter completed!