Yue Hanzhi hurriedly flicked his sword and struck. The entire thin sword hit the tall and thin man's long sword, causing the long sword to hit the air. However, because he was too close to the tall and thin man, he was kicked in the lower abdomen by the man and fell. He fell to the ground and slid a few steps away. The wounds he had suffered in Yangfeng Valley seemed to have been severely injured again.
The woman in blue lying on the ground curled up into a ball, covering her bleeding lower abdomen with her left hand, and prepared to stand up with a sword, but the pain from her lower abdomen prevented her from standing up straight.
The tall, thin man in gray robe turned his head to look at Yue Hanzhi because he was slashing the air with his long sword and said coldly: "I think you have good looks. I wanted to deal with that mud-legged guy first and fight you later. If you don't care about your life, then I First cut off the meridians of your limbs and turn you into a cripple so that we can fight again."
A huge cloud layer in the sky moved slowly and almost blocked the sun, and the mountains and forests began to become dim. Yue Hanzhi squatted with his sword in a place where there was still some sunlight. The sky seemed to follow the tall and thin man walking slowly. It began to darken, and a sense of oppression immediately surged into everyone's hearts. The caravan men were guarding the carriage when they saw this scene. Their hands trembled and they did not dare to step forward. The gap between these two men in gray robes and the previous two groups of bandits was too big. It was too big for them and Yue Hanzhi to handle.
The boy in a short shirt who was shaken away from the mountains had already hammered his left hand to the ground. It seemed that the force of the shock he just received was too great, which directly made the whole arm numb as if he could not move. He watched the tall and thin man give up attacking him. She turned to the woman in blue who was half-crouching with her sword upright. Her curtain was picked up by the obese man just now, and the blood from her hair and lips was stuck to her cheeks. She was seriously injured to save herself, but she still did not fall. , I don’t look as miserable as her now, right? The two of them have only met for a few days, but now they are going to end here?
When we first met, we fought against the enemy mountain bandits together. We also watched the cherry blossoms blooming in the mountains together on the hillside of Yangfeng Valley. We also vividly remember the scene in the inn guest room where we fell asleep in front of the door and her door opened slightly and they both fell. With his eyes turned red, the young man in a short shirt had red eyes and the resentment in his heart kept rushing against his body. He swallowed the blood that poured into his mouth. He slowly put the spring window butterfly on his face with his right hand and jerked his head forward to bite him. The black cloth strip on the hilt of the sword, and the blood-stained teeth were tearing hard at the slipknot he tied, making strange roaring sounds from time to time, like a wild beast that had not yet developed its intelligence and was tearing at the corpse of its companion with tearful sounds. wailing.
The tall and thin man who was walking towards Yuehanzhi walked slower because of the noise coming from here. He didn't know whether he wanted to see what would happen next, or because he felt that the young man's roar was really unpleasant, so he walked slower and turned his head to look from time to time. He yelled at the young man behind him.
The black cloth strip on the Spring Chuang Butterfly Sword fell off from the sword due to the opening of the slipknot, and slowly floated in the air, swaying continuously. Only the black cloth strip where the sword was held in the right hand was still in the hand, and the dim forest continued. Then a brighter green color appeared, which was the color of this sword. The green color of this sword shone in the dark forest where the clouds in the sky sheltered from the sun. The young man struggled to raise his numb left hand and wrapped the black cloth strip floating in the air around his right hand holding the sword. He gradually tightened it and finally tore it with his mouth and tied a knot, as if to fix his entire right hand to the green long sword. together.
"I have a sword... Spring Chuangdie... I have a..." The boy in a short shirt repeated in a low voice and intermittently.
Perhaps it was the young man standing up again or the long sword in his hand that interested the man in gray robe. He finally stopped and waited for the young man in short shirt to take action, with a look of contempt on his face that was not concealed at all.
Turning his back to the young man behind him, he said: "At the end of the day, feel free to use whatever tricks you have. Just now I was just teasing you out of boredom. I wanted to cut off your arms when I got tired of playing. Now that you have turned into a mad dog, you can still do it." how".
The young man in short shirt squinted his red eyes and looked forward. He raised the tip of the sword with his right hand and pointed it at the tall and thin man in gray robe. He determined the target and rushed forward. Chun Chuangdie pointed directly at the tall and thin man. Behind the man, the long stride was much faster than before. He laughed in his heart and asked, is this a flashback? A sword thrust missed but the tall and thin man simply moved his position casually to avoid the young man's attack. Attack, the man's sneer smile became thicker and thicker. Lin Manliu didn't stop there. He turned around and swung upward faster than before, but the man still retreated to avoid it.
The tall and thin man saw that this boy in a short shirt was so boring even with his final outburst, and lost interest. He drew his sword out of its sheath and prepared to kill the boy with mud-legged legs, and then go and compete with the woman in blue. . The young man in short shirt saw his contemptuous gesture of drawing the sword, and chased directly in front of the tall and thin man. He raised his sword and slashed downwards, turned around and swung upwards. If he missed, he struck again, one sword after another, and the speed became faster and faster. It started to get faster, and its movements were very weird. Sometimes it would hit head-on and then turn around and lift up. Sometimes it would stand up and bounce again after swinging down, and then swing down again. The tall and thin man was hard to defend against.
There's something wrong with this mud-legged guy's sword moves! The man was shocked. His reaction time to dodge the sword attacks was getting shorter and shorter. Some of him had no time to avoid the hem of his clothes. There were already traces of broken sword marks on the sleeves of his robe. As he retreated again and again, he was trapped by the boy in the short shirt. Unable to escape while trembling with the attack, Lin Manliu tried his best to strike continuously with downward swings, turning around and upwards. If you look carefully, isn't it the sword's master's sword power Huanglong!
When the tall and thin man could barely dodge the fourteenth swing from the boy in a short shirt, he couldn't dodge the next upward attack. He was still horrified. How could he have ended up in such a situation? How could he try to escape from this trap? In the end, he had no choice but to move forward with his sword horizontally and no longer retreat, preparing to catch the next sword move from the boy in a short shirt head-on, which came from nowhere.
First there was a "ding" sound, the swords collided with each other, and he blocked it! Moreover, the long sword in his hand did not bring much impact to him, which showed that the short-shirted boy's sword moves were fast but lacked strength. The tall and thin man was sure that when he counterattacked, he was ready to draw the sword. The sword in the door moved Xue Zhonghan to kill him, but the sound at the next moment plunged him into despair. It was the sound of the long sword breaking.
The long sword in the hand of the tall and thin man was broken. It was shattered from the point where the blade hit the spring window butterfly. The cracks extended to the hilt as if it didn't want to stop. The man watched the long sword in his hand shatter in front of his eyes, and watched the Spring Chuangdie pass through the body of his long sword and sink into his right shoulder. This moment passed so slowly, and the fragments of the sword body were still floating in the air. , his blood also splashed out from his right shoulder and flew into the air. There was a green sword blade on his right shoulder.
The person holding the turquoise sword was a young man, a young man with mud-legged legs who had been toyed with by him just now.
"You deserve to die..." A low roar sounded in the tall and thin man's ears.
