Chapter 173: Hard Fight

Style: Historical Author: Luo Mo KeWords: 2281Update Time: 24/01/11 13:50:21
But this time, Jia Taisui was well prepared and used his silver halberd in time to force the opponent to turn.

The black sword did indeed turn. He jumped into the air and avoided Jia Taisui's challenge at an incredible angle.

At the same time, the long sword remained unchanged and continued to stab Li Changkong straight.

Seeing this, Jia Taisui changed his mind to smashing him. Even if he only had one left arm, his strength advantage was far greater than that of Heijian.

So after this smash, Black Sword must give in!

With Jia Taisui thinking, the silver halberd in his hand immediately changed direction, paused in the air for a moment, and then struck straight at the black sword leaping into the air.

The black sword man is in mid-air. If the sword in his hand does not change direction, he will be smashed.

So he narrowed his eyes, and the long sword immediately changed direction and pointed at the silver halberd.

Then with such a little rebound force, the whole person rose up again, and then took advantage of the downward trend to kill Li Changkong again.

"Humph!" Jia Taisui snorted coldly when he saw this, and strode forward directly, his halberd blocking Li Changkong's face.

when!

A crisp sound came, and gold and iron clashed.

The long sword collided with the silver halberd, and the offensive was forced to stop.

However, the black sword flicked its wrist, and the long sword turned with the silver halberd as the fulcrum, and the blade slashed hard at Jia Taisui's head.

Seeing this, Jia Taisui had no choice but to endure the severe pain. He used both hands to push the sword forward and turned his head away at the same time.

But even so, the black sword was one step faster after all, and the long sword hit Jia Taisui's shoulder.

There was a stabbing sound, the clothes were torn, and a gap was cut in Jia Taisui's strong muscles.

However, just when he was about to tighten his muscles to clamp the long sword, Black Sword seemed to have noticed it in advance, pinched the hilt of the long sword, and then kicked Jia Taisui hard on the chest. The man drew his sword and retreated.

Disappeared in darkness again.

Feeling the pain on his shoulders, Jia Taisui's heart sank to the bottom.

In the previous confrontation, he was at a disadvantage almost the entire time.

This is not a good sign.

Moreover, the wound on his right hand had opened a lot because of the blow just now. The pain was secondary, and the main reason was that it affected the ability to exert force.

Holding the silver halberd tightly with his left hand, Jia Taisui was ready to die together.

His greatest ambition in this life is to go north to kill the enemy and kill all the people of Beiyuan.

But...he knew that no matter how good a warrior was, he could not kill an entire clan by himself.

In the fight against Bei Yuan, Lao Li's role was far greater than his own.

Therefore, from the perspective of cost-effectiveness, it is not a loss to trade one's own life for Lao Li's.

However, his thoughts were not over yet.

The sword light of the black sword was in front of him again, and this time the sword was faster than the previous two swords.

It’s even so fast that Jia Taisui can’t catch it with the naked eye!

Jia Taisui's heart was filled with alarm bells and a sense of crisis.

He realized one thing. From just now to now, the other party has been hiding his clumsiness!

The purpose is to make oneself make a mistake in judgment and thrust out the sword that determines victory or defeat!

In fact, now is the opponent's real sword-drawing speed!

Since he couldn't see, Jia Taisui simply closed his eyes and twitched his ears to capture the other person's position.

The next moment, Jia Taisui felt that the sound in one direction was obviously louder than in other places.

He was immediately overjoyed, relying on his muscle memory and instilling all his internal strength, he stabbed out the silver halberd towards that place.

What he wants is to die together!

when!

The next moment, the sound of weapons handover sounded again.

However, what Jia Taisui felt was a huge force coming from the bottom up.

Immediately afterwards, the silver halberd in his hand rose uncontrollably and almost came out of his hand.

At the critical moment, Jia Taisui once again relied on the muscle memory he had gained from practicing martial arts for ten years. With a flick of his wrist, he stabilized the silver halberd and then smashed it down hard.

boom!

There was a loud noise and dust was flying, but there was no sound of iron objects touching flesh.

Empty!

In an instant, Jia Taisui felt a strong wind blowing against his face, and alarm bells rang in his heart!

Almost at the same time, an unsuspecting force came from his side and pushed him away.

Li Changkong held the Qingshuang Sword and stood in front of him!

The Qingshuang Sword was a famous sword in the world. It seemed as if it felt its master's thoughts. In just a moment, it burst out with an astonishing chill, and in conjunction with Li Changkong's thrust, it swept towards the black sword.

Under the influence of the cold, the speed of the black sword was damaged, and then he showed his body.

But even so, the sword light was as fast as lightning. With just one stroke, the Qingshuang Sword was opened and slashed towards Li Changkong's throat.

If this sword hits, at least one person's head will fall to the ground.

"Old Li!" Jia Taisui's eyes were filled with tears. He wanted to rescue him, but it was too late!

Black Sword's speed is far faster than him!

"Master!" Steward Yang also wanted to help Li Changkong block the sword, but... he was too weak to do so, and even Jia Taisui was too late, let alone him.

Li Changkong's happy and fearless expression was reflected in Heijian's deep eyes.

This does not look like a person who is about to die, but rather like a tragic man who generously goes to death.

There is still a little regret in his eyes, as if he is sighing, there is still something important that has not been completed.

Hei Jian, like He Taibai, is a pure person.

It's just that the latter is a pure scholar, he is a pure killer.

As a matter of fact, he had never seen such a complicated look in Li Changkong's eyes. But it was also because of his purity that he still wielded the sword without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Li Changkong closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

However, the next moment, there was a light tut.

"What a fast sword!"

"After so many years, it's not easy to find a fast sword in the capital city."

Immediately afterwards, a broken knife fell from the sky.

That speed is actually faster than the Black Sword going all out.

With lightning speed, it landed heavily on Black Sword, smashing his entire body into the ground and creating a deep pit.

When Li Changkong opened his eyes again, he found Yang Que standing in front of him.

He was clearly a swordsman with a broken arm, but when he stood there, he had a majestic aura that could only be blocked by one man.

"Yang Shibo? Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? If I didn't come, would you still have a way to survive??"

"If you die, will your father not be able to seek death with me?"

After saying that, Yang Que used his remaining arm to hit Li Changkong hard on the forehead and scolded him: "How dare you go to this Hongmen Banquet without being completely sure."

"Your courage is almost the same as your father's back then."

Li Changkong's forehead swelled up quickly, which showed that Yang Que had used real skills.

Li Changkong gritted his teeth in pain, but he could only accept the instruction respectfully: "That's what Shibo said."

While the two were talking, a black figure flashed out of the deep pit on the ground, a black sword in his hand, pointing directly at Yang Que.

When Yang Que saw this, he didn't talk nonsense. He raised the broken sword and pointed at the black sword: "I cherish my talent. It's not easy for the capital to have such a fast sword like you."

"Cut off your right arm, kowtow to apologize, and then go back!"

After Yang Que said the last sentence, his voice was as loud as thunder and his sword was as sharp as a flash!