"God knows... could he be frightened?"

Similar sounds of discussion appeared among the surrounding onlookers.

It's not surprising that they would ask this question. After all, Qingdeng's current appearance does not look like a swordsman who is ready to fight with others.

This posture with head held high is more like a general preparing to review his troops.

The battle broke out at an extremely unexpected time!

"Aaahhhhhhhhh-!"

14 Confucian scholars came out in full force to kill Qingdeng!

Among them, the Confucian scholars with freckles and those on the left and right ran the fastest.

The distance between the two sides - less than 20 meters, was shortened in one breath.

The moment half of the freckled-faced foot stepped into Qingdeng's circle of swords——

Peng!

Qi and sword flash!

The freckled face flew backwards and hit the outer wall of a shop.

With a ferocious expression still on his face, he fainted without realizing what had happened.

In an instant, the expressions of the Confucian scholars and most of the spectators became stiff.

Qingdeng didn't know when he pulled out the knife from his waist.

The moment he drew his sword, he hit the freckled face in the waist and abdomen with a quick strike, knocking him away.

It's not over yet.

Qingdeng’s offensive continues!

His right foot took half a step back, and his body and hands tilted in the left and right directions respectively.

The blade that had knocked the freckled face away turned back and swung towards the Confucian scholars who had just rushed to the left and right sides of the freckled face.

The first sword struck from the upper right to the lower left, slashing at the Confucian scholar on the right.

There was the feeling of being hit by a knife - the Confucian scholar who was struck by the knife screamed strangely, and his body immediately seemed to have lost its bones and fell limply to the ground.

The next knife was a vertical slash from the bottom left to the top, hitting the Confucian scholar on the left.

This Confucian scholar has some skills and can actually keep up with Qingden's sword speed.

He was like a layman who was holding a knife for the first time. He raised the knife to block with extremely clumsy movements - bang - although he successfully blocked Qingdeng's attack, he was still in a state of embarrassment.

He took a few steps back before reluctantly stopping his retreat and stabilizing his body.

From the beginning of the battle to now, less than 7 seconds have passed since the battle was completed.

As a result, in such a short period of time, Qingdeng had already caused two of the Confucian scholars to temporarily lose their fighting ability.

These guys were just stupid and didn't do anything harmful to nature, so Qingdeng showed mercy. Like the Confucian scholars, he only faced the enemy with the back of his sword. At the same time, he restrained his hands and feet and controlled the strength of his attacks.

To the extent that it will cause disability or death.

In the next moment, an incredible scene appeared in front of the Confucian students who could still stand still.

Qingdeng suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a series of fleeting afterimages.

A moment later, a scream startled everyone.

Everyone followed the sound and turned their heads to look - they saw one of their companions flying in the air with a distorted expression on his face.

Qingdeng, who didn't know when he appeared in front of this person, maintained the posture of drawing the sword.

"You, you bastard!"

"Oh shit!"

The Confucian scholars gathered around Qingdeng angrily.

However, before their encirclement network could take shape, Qingdeng had already drifted away like mist.

He did not drift far away, but just circled around the Confucian scholars, going around and around the Confucian scholars.

While avoiding the offensive of the Confucian scholars, look for those who are alone and look for opportunities to counterattack.

At this time, Qingdeng was surprised to find that this group of Confucian scholars were not all useless people who only knew how to read books from sages. There were still some people who had very good skills, and it was obvious at a glance that they had practiced martial arts.

"Drink! You beast!"

A dark-skinned old man knew how to pick the right moment to block Qingdeng's path, and stabbed Qingdeng in the chest with his knife.

At the same time, a man with a stubble face, working with Hei Lao, shot out from the diagonal stab, swept the blade, and hit Qing Deng's side.

Qingteng's gaze calmly swept around, and his "Eagle Eye +1" vision and "Speed ​​+4" ultra-fast reaction, as well as the accumulated combat experience, allowed Qingteng to calculate two swords in the blink of an eye.

Which one of them will fall on you first, and think about how to deal with it.

Sooner or later, Qingden suddenly lowered his center of gravity, stabbed the knife from bottom to top, and accurately sealed the knife on his stubbled face in mid-air.

Qingdeng's slashes contained skilled techniques and tremendous power that Peimo could not control.

The stubble-faced man felt as if the knife in his hand was about to be swept away. His palms felt numb. He groaned in pain and froze in place.

Seizing this moment, Qingden took advantage of the reaction force of the collision between the blades and moved the knife in his hand forward to face the Hei Lao in front of him.

clang!

The two knives were twisted together, and because both sides used thick backs, no sparks flew out.

Qingdeng and Hei Lao stared at each other across the colliding knives, and then at almost the same time, they sank their waists together and wrestled with each other.

The force pressing against each other was transmitted to the two swords held together by the gauntlets.

The next moment, the confrontation ended due to the disastrous defeat of one of the parties.

"Well--!"

Hei Lao, who was thrown away with his body and a knife, leaned back in an extremely exaggerated manner, giving people the illusion that he would fly out at any time.

Just then, a majestic force like a tsunami swallowing up the sky rushed towards him through the two swords held together.

His personal strength and weight were nothing compared to this huge force. The collision between the two was like an egg hitting a stone, and Hei Lao's posture was instantly broken.

This is the truest portrayal of "one force can defeat ten societies".

Qingdeng didn't even use his full strength, he just used the muscles on his waist and abdomen, exerted strength on his waist, and transmitted the force to his arms - that's all.

Just like this, Hei Lao could no longer stand firm.

"Elephant's Core +1" and "Bear's Waist +1" - this pair of talents is truly a match made in heaven.

One enhances the constant output capability of the waist, and the other enhances the explosive power of the waist.

The mutual cooperation between the two resulted in this: in terms of height and physique, he was definitely a strong black man among men of the same age at the same time, and he was knocked away as if he was hit by a truck.

Hei Lao, who could not maintain his balance, was about to fall to the ground - but he did not fall in the end.

Because before falling, he flew out.

Qingdeng caught the last moment before Hei Lao fell to the ground, took a fierce step forward, put the knife to the left side of his abdomen, gathered strength in his waist, bent and stretched his upper body, his head almost pressed against Hei Lao's body, and started from Hei Lao's right armpit.

He passed through from a lower height. When he turned around, he swung the knife across Hei Fu's waist and abdomen, and chopped Hei Lao away.

——The 4th one...

Qingdeng habitually kept track of the number of defeated generals under his command.

While memorizing the opponent's defeat, Qingden quickly moved away from where he was, and once again became a wind that even the Confucian scholars could not grasp - a wind carrying an icy aura.

"No wonder this guy dares to be arrogant! It turns out he has some skills! Everyone, be careful! Back to back! Don't be alone! Don't let him find the opportunity to defeat us one by one!"

Qingdeng followed the cry and looked over - oh, it's not like we are enemies.

The caller was the guy who madly spread the rumor that Qingdeng was a lecherous person who would "not spare anyone from a widow to a cardamom girl."

"..." Qingdeng narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned his body and pounced on this guy like a tiger down the mountain.

Upon seeing this, the man's expression changed subconsciously, but he quickly regained his composure.

This man's psychological quality and skill are both worthy of praise.

He and the three companions around him form a horn formation, taking care of each other and cooperating with each other.

The defensive circle formed by four samurai warriors who could tell they were not rookies just by looking at their stance and movements of holding their swords--it didn't look like a tight position that could be easily broken into.

But Qingdeng still strode in without hesitation.

Like a conditioned reflex, the four knives suddenly roared and slashed at Qingdeng from different directions.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...

Dense sword lights fell between Qingdeng and the four people.

At the same time, other Confucian scholars rushed over from other directions, preparing to gather Qingdeng and annihilate him.

Qingteng, who was trapped by the joint attack of four samurai, was in danger - at first glance, this was indeed the case, but in reality?
To be continued...