Li Fang slashed with his sword!
The sharp blade tore through the air, cut through the wind and rain, and caused a piercing scream!
He used the thin-edged long knife at extremely fast speeds.
Without saying a word, Chu Qiu moved his left hand holding the umbrella forward.
With the true energy attached to it, he pushed the umbrella handle, stepped lightly on the ground, and jumped back quickly.
The toes made a ripple in the water!
The paper umbrella passed through the rain curtain and spun towards Li Fang.
I just learned this trick from Master Hu.
Block the enemy's vision first and wait for the opportunity to make a move!
Or waiting for an opportunity to escape?
Chu Qiu's movements were faster than his thoughts. He raised his hand and drew out his sword and moved forward to parry.
It is just a dream to expect an umbrella to stop a ninth-grade martial artist.
Almost at the same time that Chu Qiu drew out his long sword, Li Fang tore the paper umbrella apart with his knife.
The arm almost turned into an afterimage, and the sharp sword light slashed it head-on!
clang!
The swords collided and exploded with force!
The invisible force shattered the rainwater around the two of them, turning the water under their feet into circular ripples, which were then suppressed by the heavy rain in the blink of an eye.
"Um?"
Li Fang raised his eyes and looked at Chu Qiu, showing a suspicious look.
How could this little Taoist block his own blow?
Then Li Fang saw the same confusion on Chu Qiu's face opposite.
The two weapons were pressed against each other, wrestling with each other, making a "click-click" friction sound.
It was hard to tell the difference for a while!
Chu Qiu's face was full of doubts, "Is this the ninth grade?"
Li Fang's strength was very strong.
This stab made his arm slightly numb!
But he tried his best to stimulate Guishou Zhenqi, and he was able to compete with Li Fang.
The imaginary master seems to be just like that?
After a stalemate for several seconds, Li Fang took the lead to withdraw his knife and retreat, saying coldly: "You are very good at taking my knife. It's really beyond my expectation that there is such a beast like you hiding in this small Taiping Town."
Chu Qiu sighed: "Brother, can you please stop putting gold in your face? In fact, I'm a little curious. Are all ninth-grade people as weak as you? Or are you a special case?"
Li Fang said expressionlessly: "Speaking without restraint will only make your death worse."
Chu Qiu smiled and showed the starting position of Songhe Sword Technique: "It's not certain who will die."
boom!
There was a thunderous explosion.
Li Fang swung his second sword!
This knife is several times faster!
The rain was stirred up by the force of the knife on the spot, turned into a stream of water, and rushed towards Chu Qiu before the cold light!
Chu Qiu put his left arm in front of his eyes to block the rain, and subconsciously used the "Spiritual Crane Holding a Branch" move.
This is the Songhe Sword Technique added to [Dacheng]!
It is almost integrated into the bone marrow and becomes instinctive!
There was a crisp clang.
The tip of the sword struck the sword, slicing off 60% of the force of the sword.
Immediately, Chu Qiu turned his wrist slightly and raised the sword edge at a strange angle!
This is a killer move!
Li Fang sensed the crisis and immediately rounded his arms, sweeping the long knife in front of him!
Narrowly blocking this killing move!
But there was still a wound on his chest.
Only a few points away from being disemboweled!
"court death!"
Li Fang, who was injured due to underestimating the enemy, was furious, and the sound of muscles and bones could be heard in his body.
The sword is as fierce as the wind, and each sword is heavier than the other!
Wow!
Chu Qiu was forced to retreat with this wave of offensive, and several feet of water splashed on the soles of his feet.
He now holds the sword with both hands.
The long sword given by Xuanjing Lao Dao had numerous gaps cut out from it.
The ninth-grade martial artist took action with anger, which was indeed quite powerful.
But Chu Qiu still waited patiently.
Li Fang's advantage is that he is as strong as the wind and the rain, so he can only fight with a long breath.
The warm current of true energy is contained in the chest and is directed towards the limbs and bones. The fight has not felt strenuous up to this point.
Chu Qiu felt cruel, "The worst that can happen is that I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!"
However, after fighting dozens of moves.
The long sword in his hand took a step forward and was cut into two pieces!
"What a joke!"
When Li Fang saw this, he slashed with a fatal knife with a ferocious smile!
Looking at the long knife slashing at his neck, Chu Qiu's eyes were calm, with a trace of cruelty flashing across his eyes.
He turned his true energy to his shoulders and advanced instead of retreating.
Pressing the end of the blade with his shoulder, he stepped into Li Fang's arms!
The moment blood spurted out from his shoulder, Chu Qiu held the broken sword and stabbed forward!
Snapped!
Li Fang grabbed Chu Qiu's wrist, glanced at the broken sword, and sneered: "Kill me with a broken sword? Are you kidding me?"
Just finished speaking.
His pupils shrank!
Chu Qiu raised his left palm and slapped it with a muffled sound!
Li Fang immediately wanted to draw a knife!
This distance... it's too late!
The thought was like lightning, and when Li Fang reacted, Chu Qiu's palm had already slapped him on the chest!
The strength penetrated the body, and the clothes on the back suddenly tore apart!
Li Fang sprayed a mouthful of blood on Chu Qiu's front, his eyes were red, and he held his breath and slashed at Chu Qiu with his knife!
But Chu Qiu followed suit and raised her hand to pinch his wrist.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of true energy burst out from his right hand, broke free from Li Fang's restraints, and stabbed Li Fang directly with the broken sword!
A sword stabbed into the lower abdomen!
Pull it out and stab it again!
The sound of puffing almost drowned out the sound of rain!
Chu Qiu forced Li Fang to walk backward, stabbing him three times with one step.
By the time he finished walking through the alley, Li Fang's stomach had been completely stabbed.
Even gods can't save this kind of injury.
With a puff, Chu Qiu stabbed the broken sword into Li Fang's chest, gasping slightly: "Can the broken sword kill you?"
Li Fang's body twitched a few times and looked at Chu Qiu with ridiculous eyes.
Then his head drooped and he took his last breath.
Chu Qiu pushed the body down.
The dignified ninth-level master fell on his back in the water and died without resting in peace.
After Chu Qiu calmed down, he looked at Li Fang's body: "The ninth-grade master's true energy is actually weaker than mine? Is Old Man Fang making fun of me?"
But then he thought about it.
If he hadn't believed what Shopkeeper Fang said and tried his best to imagine the ninth-grade martial artist as unusual, he might not have been able to win this fight.
He won not by strength, but by trying his best.
After calming down a little, Chu Qiu knelt down and took out a money bag from Li Fang's body.
There are a few broken pieces of silver inside.
There are probably about ten taels.
Chu Qiu curled his lips, cursed a poor man secretly, and picked up the long knife again, "The knife is good, it belongs to me."
His own sword was cut off by this long knife, and there was not even a stubble on the edge. This shows that the material of this knife is of high quality, which can more or less make up for the loss.
Chu Qiu touched the blood on his shoulder and said, "It's not bad. It's not a loss."
After destroying Mr. Tiger's nest, no one will disturb his peaceful life.
Then Chu Qiu tore open Li Fang's clothes, wrapped the long knife, and walked out of the alley, sighing: "It's so difficult to live a stable life if you have to kill so many people. This world is so difficult."
Shortly after he left.
Two figures walked in from the alley.
Stopped in front of Li Fang's body.
The waiter held an umbrella and took a breath when he saw Li Fang's bloody and fleshy belly: "This is a cruel attack."
The lame shopkeeper Fang, who was standing under the umbrella, had a look of approval: "It's better to be ruthless. Only with a ruthless heart and ruthless hands can you stand firm in the Supervision Department."
"Uncle." The waiter said tangledly: "This little Taoist priest looks lazy, but he has a jealous temper. What if you recruit him to the Supervision Department, and when he knows who you are, he will turn around and stab you to death?"
Shopkeeper Fang said meaningfully: "By the time that day comes, maybe I will have died of old age?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment and said no more.
Shopkeeper Fang took the umbrella from his hand and said calmly: "Follow me and take a look. This kid is injured. Don't let anything happen to him."
"Hey." The waiter responded.
He crossed the alley with deft steps.
Shopkeeper Fang stood in front of the corpse with an umbrella, thinking back on the battle just now, he was extremely satisfied.
The way I look at people is really as good as my sword.
It didn't take long for shopkeeper Fang to be proud.
The waiter returned the same way, with an embarrassed look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Shopkeeper Fang said displeased, "Did you lose me?"
The waiter shook his head and said: "He took a detour back to Duobaofang. He probably forgot to touch the dead people's money and went back to dig into the wealth of Xu Hu and his gang."
Shopkeeper Fang's face twitched, and his face suddenly darkened.
The waiter smiled and did not dare to say a word.
Shopkeeper Fang said coldly: "Remember to clean up this place!"
"ah?"
The waiter was stunned: "Is it just me?"
Shopkeeper Fang looked at him expressionlessly: "How about I stay and help you?"
The waiter immediately said seriously: "No need."
Shopkeeper Fang ignored the waiter, looked in the direction Chu Qiu was leaving, and cursed in a low voice: "You have such a worthless virtue, but you are in the eyes of money!"
Then he turned around and walked away. The intact leg moved and disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
The waiter was left with a bitter look on his face, and he sighed when he thought of the dozen corpses in Duobaofang.
