The body disappeared, and the thousands of years turned into thunder. Chen Shaobai's reaction speed was obviously beyond the expectations of the middle-aged man in black. The two of them faced each other's sword moves, and they both tried their best. Even if he wanted to hide at this time, he could not hide.

However, the middle-aged man in black made a very familiar move that Chen Shaobai was - he slightly adjusted his body, aimed his lower abdomen at the jade-like long sword, and instead of retreating, he took the initiative to step forward.

It turned out to be the trick Chen Shaobai used to defeat the strong with the weak when he first fought against Xiong Yingjie with the first hand bone-cutting knife!

Puff!

The long sword entered the body, the thunder exploded, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"I didn't expect it! This is the vitality of the swordsman!"

The middle-aged man in black seemed to have undergone pain patience training, and his strong vitality, after being blown open to his abdomen with a sword, not only did he not have any pain on his face, but he showed a hint of ecstasy of winning.

The three major realms of swordsman: [Marcealing and Blood Transformation], [Swords to Control the Gang], [Glass and Mirror]. As long as the first step of marrow washing and blood transformation is reached, the vitality and physical fitness will be far ten times higher than that of mortals. They can carry a tripod and lift a thousand pounds of arms. The damage to mortals' death is not so unbearable for swordsmen.

The sword in his hand was slashed horizontally and slashed straight, and the target was Chen Shaobai's right arm. He was a very revengeful person. He was so seriously injured by Chen Shaobai. Even if the swordsman has a strong recovery ability than ordinary people, he still needs to rest for more than a month. So he wanted to destroy Chen Shaobai first, and then slowly humiliate him to death.

Now that things have come to this point, it is impossible to dodge. Chen Shaobai's eyes flashed with a trace of violence in his eyes, and a cruel aura burst out from his body. He actually pressed down the instinct of human beings to avoid, took the initiative to sink his shoulders, and hit the opponent's sword blade fiercely.

Click!

This is the sound of the scapula shattering.

"Ho ho..." He gasped like a broken windmill, and the middle-aged man in black laughed wildly and took three or five steps, allowing Wanzai to slide out of his body.

The blood rushing out of the wounds of the two men soaked the snow under their feet, forming bright red puddles, exuding a fishy and sweet smell.

As a guest official who specializes in killing, the middle-aged man in black knows more than anyone else what kind of injuries his sword caused to Chen Shaobai. Although there is no clear and detailed musculoskeleton division in this world, he can also determine that Chen Shaobai's right arm has been abolished and he no longer has the ability to raise his sword to kill the enemy.

Left-handed sword? What a joke! Human experience is limited. Even if Chen Shaobai starts practicing from his mother's womb, he will never be much stronger.

"Hahaha! Little bastard, you are indeed very strong. You can use the means of using the imperial weapons at the peak of the swordsman. Even if you put it in Zihuan City, you are considered to be a middle-class qualification. You are even more of a super genius in this Muxi City. But you are going to die here today. Your silver bills and your sword are mine!"

The middle-aged man in black kept talking, on the one hand, out of his own pathological psychology, and on the other hand, he relied on the strong physique of the swordsman. After two or three breaths, his bloody abdomen had stopped bleeding. The longer he dragged, the more beneficial it was to him.

The good sword covered by the sword aura is even far more lethal than the three thousand exquisite crafts that have not blessed the sword aura. Therefore, his sword almost cut into Chen Shaobai's entire shoulder, and even the bones on his collar bones and chest were shattered by the remaining power of the long sword. It was only a little short of piercing his lungs.

There is only a little flesh on your shoulders, so how can you fight with someone with a sword?

Looking at Wanzai who was as green as jade, a hint of desire appeared in the middle-aged man in black: "Three thousand semesters, it's a waste to put it on the hands of a little guy like you!"

"Is that true?" Chen Shaobai's face was a little pale due to excessive blood loss. In addition, the rapid repair of Qi therapy was caused by the wound, sourness, numbness, swelling and painfulness made the muscles on his face jump unconsciously.

After one breath.

Chen Shaobai shrugged. Although he felt a little stagnant, he could still kill people with his sword.

"You, you! Are you a human or a ghost?" The middle-aged man in black took five steps. Perhaps because of blood loss and serious abdominal injuries, his steps were a little weak, and he even stepped on the air and slipped to the ground.

"The person who took your life!" Chen Shaobai stepped forward and drew a beautiful arc that fell heavily on the other party's neck.

Puff!

The round head was blown away by blood pressure, and a handful of fishy red silk covered the ground.

Chewing a piece of ginger and swallowing it into his stomach, Chen Shaobai endured the stagnation on his body, carried the other party's good sword behind him, and plundered it roughly.

"Hiss... No wonder they were so willing to spend money if they could invite such a strong man!" Looking at the two deep purple thousand taels of silver notes in their hands, Chen Shaobai gasped in shock.

Although he had barely cured his injuries before, it was like he was sticking with super glue. He had violently swung his sword to kill the enemy, and had already tore the wound apart again, so he suppressed the severe pain in his right arm and quickly put away the spoils. He swallowed the elixir fruit while repeatedly exerting Qi therapy on himself.

It was sore and swelling, and the wound seemed to be crawling and biting. This experience suddenly made him understand why people in his previous life always compared "Wan Gu Xinsheng" with "Lingchi".

Thirteen osmanthus fruits entered the abdomen, and thirteen qi therapy repeatedly cured. After a quarter of an hour, Chen Shaobai could finally flexibly and flexibly run his shoulders and wrists without any blockage.

At this time, the bloody pit on the ground had been frozen into pieces of crimson crystals.

"Fortunately, I have the habit of carrying my osmanthus fruit with me, but... I ate thirty-nine taels of silver in one go, which is really a luxury." Although I didn't hesitate when I spent 600 taels of silver to buy the Tongmu Ice Silk Qin for Miao Yuqin, when it was his turn to spend money, Chen Shaobai felt a little sore - after all, practicing swords is a very costly thing.

But when Chen Shaobai thought of buying another 2,000 silver notes, he suddenly realized his clarity. He remembered his battle record. The fear that Chen Kuangyin had always had for a long time for the swordsman gradually disappeared. With his thoughts, he felt that he had been more comfortable in his hands for thousands of years.

So what about the swordsman? He can still cut him down from his sword!

The last round of Muxiang's sword contest is just a battle between Chen Shaobai and Li Shuqing. Perhaps many children and contestants from aristocratic families who love swordsmanship will come to watch it, but there are only two protagonists: Li Shuqing and him.

So when Chen Shaobai arrived at the Black Brick Courtyard, more than thirty sword-like eyes immediately glanced back and forth on him.

"Xiaobai, why is your face so ugly? My mother said that you are so hungry in this situation, so you should eat more meat to replenish it." Da Han Dianji came to Chen Shaobai with a four-foot-long giant sword on his back, touching his bald head, and said in a muffled voice.

In the final, Dianji lost to Li Shuqing. He just picked up the opponent who was not good at learning skills and confirmed his identity as the third place. If the number of Silver Longyan this year is the same as four years ago, he would be able to be divided into one. The reason why he has not left is to watch the final sword showdown of Muxiang's sword contest.

noob?

Chen Shaobai's eyes twitched. Just as he was about to answer, a fiery red sword light hit him...

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