"bite!"

Qin Jie suddenly waved his sword, but was blocked by the gray sword light flying from behind, and his body fell from mid-air.

This collision has caused a crack to appear on Qin Jie's blade, and there is also a very small thorn on his clothes.

Qin Jie still didn't feel afraid at all, because he knew that he was not Cao Anhao's opponent, but his feet were thrust hard on the ground, and he would rather die than leave.

Suddenly, he raised the knife instantly and avoided the sword light with a blood mark on his left shoulder. At the same time, the slight vibration in his hand made him sure that his blade had touched the flying sword.

Qin Jie looked quietly at Cao Anhao not far away, but his ears were carefully listening to the slight buzzing sounds from time to time in this quiet night. He wanted to use this to judge the position of the flying sword.

Suddenly, Qin Jie took a step forward, and then fell to the ground like a mountain collapsed. The gray sword shadow passed by his shoulders and disappeared without a trace again.

His left hand slapped hard on the ground, then he stood up again with force on his waist and abdomen. As the flying sword surrounded him, his footsteps moved like lightning. With a "bang", the flying sword pierced on the ground in front of his feet, and then disappeared again.

This time, Qin Jie took three steps back from where he was standing just now! The distance between him and Cao Anhao was only a dozen steps, but this became an insurmountable gap for Qin Jie. Because no one knew where the flying sword was, and no one knew when the flying sword would appear.

This time, Qin Jie no longer moved rashly. Instead, he held the hilt of the knife with his hands tightly and stepped on the stone slab with his feet tightly. There was no gap or protrusion. He wanted to ensure that he could use the power of the earth at any time. Qin Jie looked at Cao Anhao calmly, very focused.

This is not the first time Qin Jie has fought with a cultivator. That time with Tang Tian was the first time, and Chang Hao was half of it, but it is really the first time to fight such a powerful cultivator. Qin Jie is very self-aware. He knows that he has no chance and knows that he is likely to be unable to take revenge tonight, or even his own death.

But this does not mean that he will be afraid. On the contrary, he is very excited, an excitement of leaving behind relief after summarizing everything.

Today, it’s not your death, it’s me that’s changing!

The buzzing sound of the flying sword sounded again, and it stabbed like lightning. He waved his sword and cut it out. Even if he didn't cut the flying sword, he could protect his vital parts in such a battle.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The flying sword and the machete kept colliding, and countless blood marks appeared on Qin Jie's body. Blood penetrated the clothes outside, and his whole body seemed to be a bloody man. However, Qin Jie still held the machete in his hand tightly, and his feet were still stuck on the ground like nails. There was no panic or fear in his eyes, and even the initial excitement disappeared.

"You are very strong." Cao Anhao curled his smile and looked at Qin Jie who was fighting in bloody battles, and said calmly: "Although your cultivation is very low, I stabbed you for fifteen consecutive swords, leaving only some small wounds for you. This shows that you have rich combat experience and your perseverance is very strong. But I think I should remind you that even if you are just some small wounds, the bleeding will be very slow, but if you flow for a long time, you will still die."

"I know, so I will kill you before I drain the blood!" Qin Jie replied with a hideous smile.

"I won't give you that kind of opportunity." Cao Anhao looked at Qin Jie with a little sympathy in his eyes. Then, he looked at the gray sky and said, "It's almost dawn. I want to do business, so I won't play with you anymore."

After saying that, Cao Anhao began to sort out the things on the street stall again, but Qin Jie was staring at his movements. Now Cao Anhao was busy with both hands, so naturally he could not make the sword technique again.

So, Qin Jie's legs, who were fixed on the ground, suddenly tightened his body, leaned forward, held the machete tightly with both hands, and rushed towards Cao Anhao like a tiger going down the mountain.

Feeling the strong wind coming towards him, Cao Anhao looked at Qin Jie who was rushing towards him crazy, with some pity and mockery in his eyes. Then, his right hand suddenly bounced gently.

Afterwards, the sound of breaking the wind sounded throughout the street. It was not the airflow generated by Qin Jie rushing over, but the sound of something tearing the air apart!

At this moment, the flying sword that had disappeared was buzzing again, and pierced directly at Qin Jie's back like lightning.

Qin Jie suddenly felt a cold feeling coming from his back. Although he had not touched his body yet, he felt heart-wrenching. Qin Jie knew that the full-strength attack of a Jindan-stage swordsman, the smell of destruction, and a god of death were approaching him quietly.

However, Qin Jie did not look back, nor did he avoid it. He was still the momentum of a tiger going down the mountain, and he was still running wildly. Because he knew that he had no way out, and hiding at such a close distance would be futile in the end. At this moment, he was just running towards death, or hoping to run faster than death. This was just a little bit of hope.

When he rushed to only two steps away from Cao Anhao, Qin Jie had already begun to ignore it. He stared at Cao Anhao's neck with his eyes tightly, then waved his machete and slashed it hard.

Looking at the sword light coming towards him, Cao Anhao's face was still very calm. He could tell from the operation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that before this young man cut the sword to him, his flying sword was enough to kill him.

The machete in Qin Jie's hand was three centimeters away from Cao Anhao's neck, but Cao Anhao's flying sword was only one centimeter away from Qin Jie's back. The battle between cultivators cared about every second and a sporadic distance. No matter how you calculate it, Qin Jie, who has a weaker cultivation, would not touch Cao Anhao at all, and would die because of it.

The next moment, Qin Jie should have died, but he was not.

Then, in the inertia of the knife, he quietly took out a white retro female dress from his clothes, close to his heart, and then draped it directly behind him, blocking the gray flying sword.

Cao Anhao felt the difference, so he mobilized all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and prepared to make a full blow. However, after the flying sword stabbed into the white clothes, an unimaginable change occurred.

There was no sound of tearing or any violent collision. It was just staying there quietly, as if it was stuck to the clothes. The flying sword that was originally running at high speed suddenly became quiet. After a moment, the flying sword, which originally belonged to the natal life, fell to the ground decadently as if it had no life.

Cao Anhao's expression suddenly changed because he found that he could not sense the existence of the natal sword, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was cut off!

"roar!"

Cao Anhao suddenly roared, and at the same time he folded his hands together, directly clamping Qin Jie's machete in his palm. There was still a slight distance between his palm and Qin Jie's blade, but Qin Jie felt that it was even stronger than universal glue.

Cao Anhao's eyes were full of murderous intent. He first slapped the sword surface with his palm, then stretched out his right hand, used his finger as a sword, and tilted his body towards Qin Jie, directly stabbing his throat.

Qin Jie pulled over the clothes that were stuck to his back and protected the position of his neck.

Seeing this, Cao Anhao immediately drew arcs from left to right, but the distance was farther and gave Qin Jie some time between life and death. In fact, Cao Anhao had to do so, because he wanted to avoid the clothes in Qin Jie's hand. Although he didn't know what the clothes were, he subconsciously thought it would be better not to touch them.

However, Cao Anhao had to take time to walk around, and Qin Jie could also use this time to put the white clothes on his body. This white clothes were not small. Although it could not cover Qin Jie's entire body, it also covered most of it. In the end, Cao Anhao's fingers still poked hard on the clothes.

Suddenly, Cao Anhao looked at the place where his fingers and white clothes were in terror. A terror appeared deep in his heart, and his body trembled violently. His face turned pale in an instant and he was shocked to find that together with the fear in his heart, there was also the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in his body!

Cao Anhao did not expect that he was forced to this point by a cultivator with low cultivation and a seemingly ordinary clothes, even on the verge of life and death! However, he did not give up because at this moment, no one could leave without a winner or defeat.

Amid the shrill roar, the cultivator who had been hiding for more than ten years finally exploded his small universe, urging the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to surround the dantian at a terrifying speed, mobilizing all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around to condense it on his fingertips, and attacking the white clothes.

Cao Anhao's domineering sword energy had already passed through the white clothes and reached Qin Jie's body. Qin Jie clenched his fists and protected him in his chest. Cao Anhao's fingertips also pointed there. Qin Jie could clearly hear the sound of the bone in his left hand breaking, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, fighting to the death.

Qin Jie condensed all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on his body into the white clothes, so even if Qin Jie could use one hand to hold the knife, he would no longer have the power to swing out.

The fingertips were on the white clothes, and the white clothes were on Qin Jie's body. I don't know how long this stalemate lasted. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged, condensed on Cao Anhao's fingertips, and then the crazy sword energy suddenly pierced. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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