Chang Siguo stared at the fight between the two for a while, but did not rush forward to help. The man named Le moved too fast. Whether he was leaping in the air or falling to the ground, the silver knife was so fast that it was blinding and incomparable. enchanting.
If he steps forward, it will only cause chaos for An Xuelun, so it is better to stay calm and gather momentum.
He knew that the guy's first goal was to deal with him, to the point where he would not give up until he killed him.
At this moment, facing an attack that he couldn't dodge, Chang Siguo had no idea of dodging or retreating.
"kill!"
With a loud shout, he waved the knife with both hands, drawing a sharp roar in the air and striking at the opponent.
There was no trace of fear in his eyes. The sword that killed him struck the man in the face with the red light that wrapped around the blade.
A twisted and sinister smile appeared on Le Mozhi's face, daring to compete with him!
Do you think this will force him to give up attacking?
Let's see who is more ruthless and whose knife is faster than whom?
The two knives, one wide and one narrow, were both rushing to chop at the opponent's fatal spot without giving in at all. They were almost the same speed, the same indomitable, fearless and unafraid of death.
An Xuelun's eyelids twitched when he saw An Xuelun chasing after him. Two lunatics who were desperate for their lives shouted: "Quickly block it!" He is the emperor who is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is.
Chang Siguo was indifferent, his eyes were as cold as eternal ice, and he held the handle of the knife with both hands, not wavering in the slightest.
He practiced this simple chop as often as he practiced boxing, and he almost reached the point where he could master it at will.
On weekdays in the military camp, as long as there is space, Hei Wa will slash at the empty space with his sword, and he will use all his strength when using the sword.
In the words of Mr. Hei, if you use your knife faster than your brain, your chances of survival on the battlefield will be greatly increased.
Hei Wa, who respects Hei Lao even if he gives a shit, can't practice all kinds of profound sword skills. He can only do simple chopping, cutting, and stabbing. Regardless of speed, strength, or momentum, he can practice even Hei Gao. Dad, the instigator, was secretly dumbfounded and ashamed.
Only a single-minded Heiwa can make a simple split no longer simple.
Seeing the two blades facing each other, the bloody result would be two corpses and four limbs.
But there was a "dang" sound, and at the last moment of Le Mo, he struck with a horizontal knife, and his body moved to the side. A gash was cut diagonally on the shoulder of the big fur coat, and a puff of wool flew into the cold wind. He shouted loudly: "You are so fucking crazy!"
Trading his noble body for the other party's cheap life is a loss-making deal no matter what!
He discovered the true disregard for life and death in that guy's eyes.
Whether it was towards himself or others, a pair of dead fish eyes that could stop everything made him feel cold in his heart.
Moreover, that guy's chop was no slower than his knife, and his killing intent was unparalleled.
He couldn't take advantage, so he had to change his mind in the end. He couldn't afford it.
Chang Siguo missed the target with his sword, so he turned around and swung his sword to strike again.
The sword flashes brightly, turning around freely without any hindrance, and the blade never leaves the critical point on the opponent's chest.
Facing a master whose strength far exceeds his own, this is the only way Chang Siguo can think of to defeat him.
What's more, he, who doesn't care about his life, has been immersed in this knife for many years and is very good at using it.
Regardless of the strength, speed, or momentum, it far surpasses his other sword skills.
What's more, his straight knife is more than a foot longer than the opponent's gorgeous silver knife, which gives him an advantage when chopping. This is where his confidence lies.
An inch long, an inch strong!
Of course, there is also Brother An who can compete with the man named Le as a check. Otherwise, he will not be able to escape as far as he wants.
A sharp sword can certainly fool the opponent for a moment and force him to retreat several times.
As time goes by, the opponent will definitely take advantage of speed, skills and other aspects to break the balance and be dragged down. Even if he tries hard, he will not be able to find the target.
An Xuelun stopped and was stunned. Is this okay?
A lunatic was driven out of his lunacy by another even crazier guy. He laughed loudly, rushed to attack with his sword, and shouted:
"Shameless pretty boy, take advantage of my sword!"
Le Mozhi was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother. It was the first time he was called a pretty boy, and he was being scolded by a pretty boy whose face was paler than his. How unreasonable was it?
Caught between the two of them, he was attacked from both sides and felt a little embarrassed for a while.
I was almost injured several times by a guy who only cared about his life and just slashed hard. Faced with any of his sword skills, that stubborn man remained unmoved. He always slashed hard with unparalleled momentum, and then slashed with all his strength. hack.
Trading life for life, trading injury for injury, it is outrageous to do anything.
After blocking for a moment, Lemo used his knife to force away the shouting An Xuelun, and slipped away to the distance.
He couldn't bear the flanking attack between the two of them. If he wasn't careful, he would be doomed.
"Come on, pretty boy, come and fight. Why the hell are you running away?"
An Xuelun shouted arrogantly, put his left hand behind his back, and made a pinching gesture with his index finger and thumb.
If you don't drive away the persistent man, how can you act tonight?
He was anxious in his heart. With the strength of the two of them, they couldn't kill the man, so they had to come up with a surprise attack.
Le Mozhi, who stepped out of the attack range of Chang Siguo, finally got rid of the passive situation, sneered a few times, and shouted: "You want to die, I will help you, and after I deal with you, I will slowly entertain that bastard."
He has completely calmed down and is not afraid of being overheard by the other party, so he stands shoulder to shoulder against him.
If that happened, it played into his heart, so he jumped up and launched another fierce sharp knife attack on the man in the torn robe.
An Xuelun waved the sword in his hand like light, and he advanced and retreated with his feet well-founded, neutralizing the opponent's moves, and provocatively said: "Only you? You are so soft, but you can cut hard with your fucking strength. Boy, you learned your sword skills in bed with your wife. Really? You’re such a girl, please chop harder, I have a strong bone..."
Although Le Mozhi was angry and gritted his teeth, he still cut his sword as tightly as a knife, moving left and right, circling around and attacking the bitch man in the ragged robe. He would not give the two guys another chance to attack him, and stood facing each other. Chang Siguo, who was watching the battle but did not come forward with a sword, shouted:
"Little Manzi, what are you waiting for? Pick up your knife and act like a man."
Chang Xiguo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took seven or eight steps back, thrust his straight knife into the snow, drew out his hunting bow, and pulled out a sharp arrow with his backhand, pointing at the two figures entangled in a group, and the arrow followed. of movement.
Le Mozhi's eyes were fierce, and he lost his composure again.
After a few "ding-dong" sounds, a string of blood beads splashed, and An Xuelun shouted: "Be careful..."
I saw Le Mozhi wrapped in a curtain of splashing swords, rushing towards Chang Siguo from four to five feet away. The speed was extremely fast. He rushed left and right, threw An Xuelun away, and rushed to Chang Siguo in the blink of an eye. forward.
But Chang Siguo, who was holding the bow, did not take out the sword, and it was too late.
An Xuelun had a gash on his shoulder, his skin and flesh were torn apart, and he was chasing after him with a sword. His speed was still not as fast as Le Mozhi who was in an explosion. He suffered a little loss just now, but the injury was not serious. He was so anxious that he shouted:
"Hide!"
He used hand gestures to signal Hei Wa to make a surprising move, but he didn't endanger himself by letting the guy stand still in a daze.
This time the enemy was slipperier and more vicious than the several guys they had slaughtered combined.
Bows and arrows will probably not be able to deal with it.
Chang Siguo stared at the sword coming from the sword screen without blinking. The moment the sword hit him, his body swayed like a child learning to walk. He staggered three steps to the left, backed up in a zigzag, and hid. He passed his opponent with a fierce slash and turned to the side of Lemo in a strange way, leaving a long, cracked yellow mud pit on the snow.
The two of them were more than ten feet apart. Chang Siguo's body was tilted and before he fell, the swinging bow string in his hand was completely pulled open. "Whoosh", the long arrow shot out like an afterimage, with not much true energy attached to it. .
There was a roar, and the sword flashed in the air a moment later.
Le Mozhi grunted in pain, and took a few steps back after being hit by an arrow in his left arm. His face was full of disbelief. There was no justice on his face. In his eyes, the barbarian clearly didn't escape fast enough. His sure-kill knife was already his fastest limit. , or failed? !
Why didn't he cut in half the foolish and bold man who dared to point his sword?
The sword light almost touched the opponent's robe, and in the blink of an eye, it was he who suffered?
Le Mozhi couldn't believe his eyes, and the sharp pain in his left arm was like tearing, but it reminded him that this was a fact.
The guy dodged and miraculously fired back at him with an arrow from close range!
Shot him.
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I feel sad, it’s over 80,000 words, no one reads the book, no one votes, the only reward is for me to look good for the sake of face... I won’t say more, just squat in a deserted corner and howl a few times.
Hold me back and make me howl...what is it?
