Sure enough, the one with the long sword got the upper hand!
The person with the long sword holds the sword in his right hand and bends his elbow. His arm and the sword form a straight line, and the force reaches the tip of the sword. In an instant, he stabs several swords into the chest and abdomen of the person with the short sword.
The dagger wielder can only keep retreating and dodging, leaning to the left to dodge the blow to the heart, twisting the arm inward to clasp the wrist, hanging the dagger to the left close to the body, and hanging the long sword. When the opponent sheathes the sword, he does not retreat but advances, shortening the sword. distance between two people.
The swordsman didn't let him reduce his advantage of long attack distance. He jumped back on his toes to open up the distance again. But when he landed, he stepped on something foreign and staggered a few steps. Potato? He quickly looked around and frowned, seeing a lot of foreign objects! You can't jump easily, and even your steps are greatly restricted!
The short sword wielder would give him a chance to recover. He bowed and lunged to his attack range, held the sword and raised it, and struck the long sword wielder on the head with a straight arm from top to bottom.
The wielder of the long sword bends his wrist and pulls up the hilt of the sword. The tip of the sword is slightly tilted downward, and the sword is held flat above the head to block the heavy blow.
The dagger wielder pressed down again.
The wielder of the long sword knelt half on the ground, with a few strands of hair floating down. Suddenly, his wrist used force to rotate the sword body, and pushed forward to break the dagger. He didn't have time to stand upright, so he turned to the left, holding the sword flat with the palm of his right hand facing up. His right arm externally rotated the sword blade to the left. With the turn, the sword blade moved horizontally and horizontally from left to right in an arc, sweeping towards the knees of the dagger wielder.
The potatoes in the bag rolled to the ground. The man with the long sword frowned and stood up. He looked at his sword, then looked up at the man with the short sword.
The cool feeling on his feet startled the dagger wielder, but he did not dare to distract himself and check the wound. If that move hadn't been blocked by the bag of potatoes, I would have had my leg bone chopped off. Even so, I was still scratched. The power and speed of that sword was terrifying.
The two exchanged dozens of sword moves, leaving sword marks on the walls on both sides of the alley.
Xie Le, who was hiding behind, was already dumbfounded. He had thought that his kung fu was pretty good before, but it seemed that he only knew a little bit about it. No, it didn't even count.
This is not to blame Xie Le, human nature is like this. Once you learn any new skills, even if they are just superficial, your desire for expression will increase day by day.
The one with the short sword picked up his leg and kicked a few potatoes towards the one with the long sword.
The man with the long sword twirled his long sword in front of him, and Tudou was easily broken open. Behind Tudou was the man with the short sword.
The dagger wielder knew in his heart that although he deliberately led him into the alley and used the geographical advantages and weapon characteristics to greatly limit the opponent's sword skills, he still needed to shorten the distance between the two and use his dagger to be flexible and versatile. characteristics.
The dagger's sword point leads forward, and his arm bends and extends so that his dagger comes out of his arm. The person with the long sword turned the long sword over and blocked with the spine of the sword. The short sword slid upwards along the sword. The person with the long sword turned sideways and leveled the sword, bent his elbow from front to side and drew back, hitting the chest of the person with the short sword.
The dagger wielder had no time to block it with his sword, and suddenly kicked forward with his heels and took several steps back. The distance between the villains was once again widened.
Seeing that the man with the long sword did not take the initiative to attack, the man with the short sword thought to himself that it seemed that he also understood that his long sword was limited in this narrow place. If he attacked rashly without being familiar with the environment, he would be at a disadvantage. This is my advantage and I have to take advantage of it.
Thinking about it, the dagger man closed the distance again. This time he did not choose an attack method with a long gap between attacks, such as point or stab, but a series of rapid small movements to slash close to the body.
Sure enough, as he thought, the swordsman could only barely block and parry this time.
The one with the long sword kept retreating, and the one with the short sword pressed forward step by step.
The person with the long sword holds the sword in front of his chest and uses small movements of the wrist to change the direction of resistance, blocking every incoming attack. If the person with the short sword swings the sword wider, then his wrist may not be able to withstand it, but fortunately He was worried about me catching the opportunity to fight back, so he never dared to take more action... It looked like... it should be soon...
The dagger wielder was still waving the dagger rapidly, but had yet to formally break through the opponent's defense. Keeping an eye on your rapidly swinging dagger consumes your concentration.
As time went by, it became clear that he was losing focus. Suddenly, his vision blurred...
The wielder of the sword seizes this momentary vacancy and immediately jumps back. At the same time, he fully grasps the hilt of the sword, twists his waist to the right, rotates his right arm inwards, palms down, and reaches the edge of the little finger side of the sword. The sword moves from left to right. The arc-shaped round stroke quickly wiped away the dagger wielder's neck with the sound of breaking wind...
The winner is about to be decided!
Although the dagger wielder quickly came to his senses and hurriedly raised his sword to block, however,
late!
That's too late!
He could only watch as the silvery sword blade got closer and closer to his neck.
A gust of sword wind blew across the neck of the dagger wielder...
The long sword suddenly stopped not far away, and the dagger wielder was overjoyed. The long sword left a long scratch on the wall and got stuck in the earth wall on the left. The person with the short sword leaned forward and took a lunge, raised the short sword with his arm and stabbed the person with the long sword in the heart.
This sword,
Even if he doesn't die, he will be unable to resist!
"Poof" followed by a dull sound, the sword pierced the heart.
"Boring~boring~" The long sword fell to the ground and hit the floor tiles with a crisp sound.
Although Xie Le enjoyed watching it while hiding behind the bamboo basket, he had never seen such a scene of white knives going in and red knives coming out, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
The man with the long sword looked up at Xie Le, then looked at the man with the short sword who was kneeling on the ground and leaning on his sword. He jumped up to the roof and disappeared into the puff of purple energy in the east.
After the long-sword man left, Xie Le immediately stepped forward to check on the short-sword man. It is said that doctors are benevolent. Even if Xie Le was not a doctor, he would not watch the dagger man die here.
Xie Le hurriedly ran to the medicine store with the sword bearer on his back. Previously, he was hiding behind his back and could not see clearly where the sword bearer was injured. When he checked, he found that it was actually on his heart!
Miraculously, there was no heavy bleeding yet, but it was obvious that the swordsman was getting weaker and weaker. Xie Le was afraid that he would not wake up after fainting, so he kept talking and asking questions along the way, but he couldn't listen. to respond.
Xie Le felt cold in his heart.
"...don't go back to the drug store...go...to your...hut..." Suddenly a weak voice came from behind.
Xie Le was shocked: "Liu...Uncle Liu?!!!"
The long sword was stuck in the wall. The man with the short sword saw the opportunity and raised his sword to stab the man with the long sword in the heart.
Seeing this, the swordsman hurriedly pulled the sword back along the scratch. At the shallow place where only the tip of the sword was stuck, he held the hilt of the sword, rotated the sword body, and pulled it down effortlessly, followed by a New scratches appeared and a lot of dust fell on the wall.
"Ting~" The dagger hit the long sword's spine again impartially.
The long sword snapped in the middle.
The dagger wielder felt something bad in his heart. He looked around at the walls and remembered the dozens of swords he fought at the beginning. He found that except for the last one, which was caused by the one just now, the others were actually left behind! No wonder he was able to quickly return his sword to block my blow.
Looking at the half-cut dagger inserted in the wall, there were many dense white marks on the broken area. The dagger wielder felt more bad in his heart, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. This is what I left behind during my pursuit!
what happened? Could it be that he had already thought of a countermeasure in such a short period of time? In this unfamiliar environment, or in the middle of a fight, can you still collect surrounding information so quickly and make use of it?
Suddenly, the short sword wielder's mind showed the long sword wielder's frowning expression as he looked at his own sword.
He said incredulously: "At that time?" The dagger man was stunned on the spot.
No one answered. The swordsman pulled out the folded sword and threw it to the ground. The sword was not strong enough to penetrate the human body, but the piercing feel let him know that the sword had penetrated the heart and lungs and there was no way to save him.
He eliminated my geographical advantage by breaking the sword, boldly guided me to attack, and used the long sword to block in the same position every time. This alone was enough for me to lose.
Shortly after Xie Le and the others left, several people appeared again in the alley. They looked around at the traces left by the fight, looked at each other and nodded...
The morning mist filled the air, and people were already starting to work and do business today. A man in his 140s or 50s picked up potatoes and walked out of the alley, not noticing anything strange.
There are no traces of the fight in the alley. The blood stains have been sanded away. The scratches of varying depths on the wall have been re-pasted with sand and water. The swords have disappeared. All the items that were messed up and broken have been restored to their original state. It seems that everything has been restored. Nothing ever happened.
Xie Le wiped Liu Changqing's body with hot water. He could not have imagined that Uncle Liu, who usually looked frail, would hide such strong muscles with many scars and superb martial arts under his robe.
Apply Panax notoginseng powder to the wound to stop bleeding, and swallow some silver shavings with the help of water.
Xie Le sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Liu Changqing on the bed. He felt a little lucky that his cabin had not yet had too much debris piled up, so it was cleaned up fairly quickly, and there were some messy medicinal materials piled up so that wounds could be treated in time.
After a while, Xie Le saw that there was no obvious bleeding and replaced the panax notoginseng powder with some copper shavings on the wound.
Xie Le had never seen such a scene before, and he didn't know how to deal with it. He could only deal with it with some methods he could think of, and he didn't know whether it would be useful.
But there was one thing Xie Le still wanted to understand: Liu Yucheng must not let Liu Yuchen know about this matter.
Xie Le glanced at Liu Changqing, who was still sleeping on the bed, and felt a little worried. When I put my left hand on his hand, I couldn't feel his pulse. I quickly stood up and found that I couldn't feel my breath either.
Xie Le panicked all of a sudden, holding on to the last hope of finding the carotid artery.
I breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was still a faint beating, but I didn't know if I could survive it.
Xie Le looked back again, closed the door, and ran quickly to the drug store.
When they came to the drug store, Liu Yucheng was there. Xie Le pretended to be natural and said to Liu Yucheng: "I have something to do today, so I won't open the door."
"What does that matter? I can watch. It's not like you're gone once or twice." Liu Yucheng said disapprovingly.
"Then...okay." Xie Le didn't have much time to argue with Liu Yucheng. He walked to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some medicine that had the effect of stopping bleeding and regenerating blood, then turned around and left in a hurry.
When he walked to the door, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned around and said to Liu Yucheng: "By the way, I met Uncle Liu this morning. He said that he would be out for a few days on business. You were not awake when we set off. Let me tell you something. Worry."
"I know, you go and do your work first." Liu Yucheng saw Xie Le leaving in a hurry, "I'm sad that I didn't see dad this morning. Xie Le is the same. He seems to be working hard in the past few months. I have to work hard too."
Liu Yucheng encouraged himself and concentrated on taking care of the medicinal materials.
Xie Le returned to the hut, and Uncle Liu was still lying on the bed without moving. Arrange the medicines you brought back and put them aside. Although I don’t know if they will be used or if they are useful, it is just in case they are needed in case of emergencies.
As the afternoon progressed, Xie Le stayed by the bed all morning. There were no emergencies, and the injury showed no signs of deterioration, nor did it seem to be getting better. Xie Le planned to buy some food and come back.
Xie Le packed a few dishes and rice at the tavern he frequented and hurried back. When he opened the door, he found that Uncle Liu had sat up.
"Uncle Liu?" Xie Le was a little worried.
"It's okay." Liu Changqing leaned against the wall, looked at the food in Xie Le's hand, and smiled, "I happen to be hungry too, so I'll eat some too."
The food was placed directly on the bed, and the two of them chatted and laughed while eating.
Although Liu Changqing was smiling, Xie Le was still very worried about his condition: "Uncle Liu, you'd better lie down and rest for a while. Liu Yucheng, I told her that you have something to do and you have to go out for a few days. You can recover here and then Let's go back."
"By the way, I brought you some medicine here. I don't know if it's useful or not. If you need anything, tell me. After all, Uncle Liu still knows more about these things than me."
"Hahaha, it's useless if I don't do this. My body knows it well. It hasn't been long since my heart and lungs were punctured."
"But Uncle Liu..." Xie Le wanted to say something else, but he didn't say it. He also understood that Uncle Liu was injured, and it was undoubtedly a miracle that he could still talk and laugh with me now.
Xie Le still had many doubts in his heart. Who is that person? Why are you being hunted? etc. But now I can't ask. Now that I know the answer, what can I change?
Liu Changqing seemed to have seen through Xie Le's thoughts and smiled slightly again: "I know what you are thinking. The reasons are very long and it will take some time. I will tell you slowly."
For some reason, although Uncle Liu was smiling, Xie Le felt a trace of sadness.
