What's more, those on Qin Tian's side who are slightly weaker have already appeared. The rest are even more masters among masters.
Is Xia Ming going to hit a wall?
"Brother Tian, let me pick up this bargain." Lao Ma said with some embarrassment.
Qin Tian thought for a moment and whispered: "Logically speaking, I got an advantage in dealing with Xia Ming. But I always have a feeling that things may not be that simple."
"Xia Ming is a very scheming person. Logically speaking, he should not fight an uncertain battle."
"It's just that I can't think of any conspiracy tricks he can play now."
"Lao Ma, in short, you should be more careful."
"Okay Brother Tian, I remember." Lao Ma is a calm man, neither arrogant nor impetuous. He strolled onto the ring with a seedling knife in his hand.
"Master Xia Ming, my name is Ma Hongtao, please enlighten me."
"Stop talking nonsense and accept your fate!"
Facing the humble and steady old horse across from him, Xia Ming was too lazy to talk nonsense. He roared lowly, and with the thin blade in his hand, a shadow of a knife appeared, and he slashed at the old horse.
Xia Ming, who has always been deep and sophisticated, seems to be very irritable at the moment.
There seemed to be some kind of ferocious beast inside him that was slowly awakening.
This was not in line with his style. Qin Tian stared closely at the field, trying to see through Xia Ming's heart.
There was a crazy onslaught, and even the old horse was almost thrown into disarray.
Just when Qin Tian started to worry about Lao Ma and felt that Xia Ming's true potential was about to be unleashed, he suddenly slowed down.
It's just like Cheng Yaojin's three-blade axe. After using it up, he's at the end of his rope.
What's going on?
Looking at Xia Ming's red eyes, Qin Tian always felt that this scene seemed familiar.
However, it was obvious that Xia Ming did not continue to be powerful, but became weaker and weaker, so Qin Tian did not think deeply.
This scene was both unexpected and reasonable. After a hundred moves, Lao Ma Dao took a wrong turn and knocked the knife from Xia Ming's hand.
The long, narrow and sharp Miao knife was placed on Xia Ming's neck.
Surprisingly, Xia Ming was not annoyed.
"I lost." He slowly raised his hands and showed a weird smile.
It was as if his appearance was just to prove something. But his purpose had been achieved.
Qin Tian frowned.
He always felt that this Xia Ming was hiding something. He seemed to have huge potential that had not yet been realized.
In the fifth game, Qin Tian's side won. Now he is one game ahead of Xia Ming.
Game six.
Zhuifeng looked at Mouton next to Xia Jie and smiled: "It's our turn."
"Okay." Mouton smiled, held the wooden sword in his hand, jumped out of the pavilion, and quickly jumped towards the ring.
Zhui Feng also jumped out almost at the same time. The two followed the two rows of pillars on the lake and jumped onto the ring almost at the same time.
There is no need for words between masters. They look at each other and smile, then draw their swords.
The tip of Mouton's mahogany sword trembled as it pointed towards Zhui Feng's face.
Zhui Feng swung out his sword fiercely and struck at the wooden sword.
He felt that no matter how hard the wood was, it was still wood after all. So he wanted to cut off Mouton's wooden sword.
Who would have known that when the steel sword came into contact with the wooden sword, it bounced up with a bang.
Zhui Feng was so careless that he almost let go of the steel knife. He changed color because of it.
Worthy of being a master!
This Mouton actually has internal energy poured into the wooden sword. This internal energy adheres to the wooden sword, as if it is covering the wooden sword with a golden bell.
Not even a steel knife can cut it.
After appreciating the terror of the Mu Taoist, Zhui Feng did not dare to be careless. He held the knife in one hand and concentrated on it, looking for flaws while trying to strike with thunder.