There was another scream and howl, and with a thud, the black-faced strong man lay down in front of Nangong Haotian's toes and vomited a mouthful of blood.
The loud cheers just now were still cheering, but when they saw it, it suddenly stopped, and everyone watching the excitement was stunned.
A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old actually knocked down two tall and powerful men, who did not seem to be ordinary men, neatly and easily in the middle of their encounter. Moreover, each of them vomited blood.
, it seems that he has suffered some injuries, and it will not heal if he does not lie in bed for a few days.
Three of the four Hanakos had already rushed to the two big men with black faces and purple faces respectively, and hurriedly helped them sit up.
Both of the two mighty and strong men had pale faces and were panting slightly. It seemed that they were not seriously injured, but neither of them could get up to join the fight.
Nangong Haotian sighed secretly. Being on the road for so long has made him more able to control his own strength. If he wanted to do this before, it would have been difficult for him...
"Little brother, I completely believe that Du Mengsan was injured by your palm and vomited blood." The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked solemn and angry, and suddenly smiled calmly and said: "As for whether he was killed by you, I don't know now.
I want proof, and I hope you can use your unique skills to deal with the old man."
Hearing this, Nangong Haotian smiled calmly and said: "To tell you the truth, I don't have any special skills, I just rely on my sharp eyesight and quick hands."
"However, when I take action, I have to do it out of necessity." After saying this, Nangong Haotian paused, his face straightened, and said: "If you were in the situation I am in now, you would also be humble and give in three moves.
Let’s wander around Qizha!”
The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded slightly and said calmly: "Of course, little brother, show off your sword!"
After he finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his right hand, and with a "bang" sound, the folding fan in his hand opened.
Nangong Haotian glanced at the folding fan, cupped his hands slightly, and said with a smile: "I'm very sorry, the sword I'm wearing is just a decoration. Although there is a hilt on the outside, there is no sword body in the scabbard."
When the middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.
There were more than 300 martial arts spectators on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, many of whom were strong men of the generation, and there were even a few decent girls among them, but they were surrounded by some flattering men who were showing off their hospitality.
The people watching began to whisper, wondering how this middle-aged Confucian scholar could deal with this young man who was only eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Who do you think will win between this boy and the middle-aged Confucian scholar?" A girl who looked good-looking tilted her head and asked softly to another woman next to her.
"Hey, it goes without saying. Even if that kid started practicing right from his mother's womb, he still wouldn't be able to defeat him."
A young man next to the girl sighed, and as he spoke, he put on an authentic pose and said with a sigh: "That man is not a simple thing. Even if I take action, it will take a lot of effort..."
"Wow..." Before the man could finish speaking, the girl's eyes were filled with stars and she looked at the man with admiration. The man couldn't help but swallow the words in his mouth, "Even I have to fly a lot."
Only then could I beg him not to hit me, but luckily I didn’t say it out loud!”
"Little sister, brother, let me tell you, that boy is a scumbag. If I take action, he will definitely be no match for me, hahaha."
After hearing this, everyone around him looked at him with doubts or admiration, which made the man's vanity soar, and he was about to say something to hit Nangong Haotian again.
Nangong Haotian's ears and eyes were so sharp, but he didn't hear any of the martial arts figures present talking about who the middle-aged scholar was. However, from their looks, Nangong Haotian could tell that they knew each other.
Not sure, or unwilling to talk about it.
Regarding the words of the man before, Nangong Haotian smiled casually and did not take it to heart at all. For such a person, Nangong Haotian would not even look at it.
After looking around for a week, Nangong Haotian didn't get the information he wanted, so he turned to the middle-aged Confucian scholar. He saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar who looked stunned, frowned, and said: "Little brother, to tell you the truth, old man
Since I started training, I have always used a folding fan. On the one hand, the folding fan has never left my hand, which means that I have never practiced palm fist."
"It doesn't matter." Nangong Haotian couldn't help but secretly know that this man's fan skills must have reached a transcendent level, but this will not be a reason for him to shrink back, so he said without hesitation: "You try your best."
When the middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this, he nodded, became even more annoyed, and asked, "Don't you regret it?"
"Although I am not a gentleman, I am not a villain either. I will never regret it." Nangong Haotian said with a calm smile.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar solemnly said: "The old man is very heavy-handed."
"I won't do it lightly." Nangong Haotian said with a smile.
"Okay!" As soon as Nangong Haotian finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had already said "ok" loudly. He swung the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly the flick of the fan turned into a flying fan shadow, radiating towards Nangong Haotian's throat and cutting it.
"Okay... okay... okay..." The martial arts heroes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were watching the excitement, and those who knew the fan moves cheered and shouted "good".
Just when the cheers started, Nangong Haotian smiled lightly, raised his head slightly, turned around and slid away, his left palm had already turned to cut off the middle-aged Confucian scholar's right wrist.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar had a solemn look on his face. He seemed extremely cautious and did not dare to be careless at all.
Nangong Haotian had already seen that the other party was no ordinary person, so he was even more cautious and vigilant. The power of chaos in his body was surging. As soon as his master mobilized, he would give the enemy a fatal attack.
At this time, after the fight, Nangong Haotian realized that the middle-aged Confucian scholar was a very difficult person. Although he was almost hit by his folding fan several times, he also almost succeeded several times.
The reason why Nangong Haotian didn't use swords to fight the enemy was because there were too many people watching the excitement on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. If the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword was pulled out and spread, it would be difficult to deal with the several general rudders of the Demon Dragon-Slaying Fort in the future.
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Secondly, Nangong Haotian is really not interested in the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword and is always unhappy when using it. Therefore, Nangong Haotian will generally not choose to use it unless it is critical.
What's more, attacking at close range is not a fun thing to do!
I saw that Nangong Haotian's whole body, including his hands, elbows, feet, shoulders, etc., had all become his attack weapons, and he struck at the middle-aged Confucian scholar with the sound of breaking wind, showing no mercy.