Faced with this terrifying sword, Chen Shaobai just adjusted his body slightly, and immediately his sword came out like a shuttle, dancing in the air from the upper twitch and stabbed towards Dianji's chest.

He is ready to trade his injuries for his life.

Crack...

A faint sound of wind and thunder came from the long sword in Chen Shaobai's hand. Dianji's body stiffened. He took a step back when he was unable to escape and avoided the tip of the sword.

He barely recovered his anger and used a heavy sword to knock it away.

After his arms numb, Chen Shaobai's body muscles trembled like a snake. He instinctively used the power-release method recorded in "Qi Lei" and waved his long sword again to meet him.

"For life? Although this young man's sword technique is unusual, he is just like a mediocre person who has practiced it for six or seven years, his moves are extremely cruel. If he doesn't die too early, he will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Seeing that Dianji was forced back by Chen Shaobai's sword, Ba Qingtian immediately read the meaning of it from this simple sword, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

With his eyesight, it was naturally obvious that Dianji's strength was even higher than Chen Shaobai, but Chen Shaobai dared to fight to the death and seized the opportunity in his momentum.

"One inch long and one inch long, it is hard to defend against others. Once you retreat, you will not only lose your momentum, but also lose your strong points."

Ba Qingtian made a prediction: "Aji will definitely lose this time."

When the opponent was knocked out with a sword, Chen Shaobai looked at the heavy sword that was stabbed into his chest as if nothing had happened. Instead, he thrust his chest and his ape's arms relaxed.

Seeing Chen Shaobai doing this, Dianji's heart was filled with anger and his face turned ruthless, and he chose to exchange his sword for his sword regardless of concern.

Swish!

In the flash, Dianji still couldn't make up his mind. The shiny leather armor on his chest immediately broke a large mouthful, and a trace of blood was also overflowing from his skin. Only half a minute later would penetrate deep into his flesh and blood.

"This guy really deserves his life!"

This temptation made Dianji understand. In his mind, Chen Shaobai had been labeled as a cruel person who regarded his life as a mustard of grass, and his aura could not help but burst into pieces.

Although his movements were not slow at all, his momentum would be difficult to get back to the situation if he was weak.

Sword light vertically and horizontally.

The two of them had ten swords right and wrong in the flash, and Nishiki also took ten steps back.

Bang bang bang...

Dianji's footsteps as heavy as a hill made ten holes on the ground, and the villagers ten feet away could clearly sense the vibrations.

He stepped back and his chest was stuffy. Just as he was about to burst out before he practiced a skilled killer move, he suddenly felt the pressure on his body decreased. He raised his head and saw that Chen Shaobai had already withdrawn his sword and looked at him with a smile.

"The ten moves are over, do you want to do it again?"

Chen Shaobai shook his long sword, and the rhythm of the wind brought out the dust on the ground. The sunset rendered the dust like gold and silver particles. In the light curtain, his figure looked hazy and mysterious.

Chen Shaobai's words were not against his will. Although the swordsmanship only lasted for a few short breaths, it was more beneficial to him than to practice hard for a month.

A battle made Chen Shaobai’s many doubts when practicing swordsmanship in the past disappeared, and he also made considerable improvements in his understanding of swordsmanship.

"No wonder everyone says that you can't get a master after working behind closed doors. It turns out that fighting a desperate sword can have so many benefits!"

Although it was the first time to compete with human swordsmanship, Chen Shaobai really hopes to have a swordsman with no strength to continue to feed him.

"No! You are a lunatic, you are desperate. I still have my mother to take care of you. I can't die here. I'm so frustrated to compete with you!"

The words he released before were not realized, and Dianji was a little depressed, so after he uttered this sentence in a muffled voice, he turned over and looked at his nose and nose in his heart in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

After observing with interest for a moment, Ba Qingtian clasped his fists at Chen Shaobai: "I am a person from the Chen family in Muxi City. He has such courage at a young age, but he has a bit of Chen Kuangyin's style back then. The green mountains remain unchanged, and the green water flows forever. See you again in the future!"

"No money?" Chen Shaobai asked in a slight purple silver note from Yang Wanji Tower and asked in a slight manner.

"Ha..." Ba Qingtian sneered and waved indifferently, "Brothers, go!"

Twenty-six horses kicked sideways at the same time, with uniform movements and strict discipline like an army.

No, even ordinary troops are far from that of such literacy.

Seeing these strong people being forced to leave, the entrance of Qiuhuan Village was suddenly filled with people and seemed extremely noisy.

At this time, the hunter villagers looked at Chen Shaobai as if they were looking at the gods, their eyes full of admiration, and there was no trace of the previous contempt.

But there are always eyes open in this world.

"Spit! What a shitty Chen family in Muxi City. Chen Shaobai is not a hunter who relies on the mountain to eat the mountain. At most, he can only be a mud-legged person for the servants of the Chen family!"

The pressure on his body disappeared, and Li Dabao immediately forgot Chen Shaobai's favor. Not only did he not express gratitude, but he looked resentful: "In my opinion, these strong men were all caused by Chen Shaobai. Otherwise, when he appeared, he took out a piece of paper, then carried a broken sword, and played it gently for a few tricks, and these people left?"

I have to say that Li Dabao's verbal skills are still very good. As he said this, the villagers would glar at first, but after a few words, the hunters of Qiuhuanquan looked at Chen Shaobai with suspicion.

A sword fighting with life as a bet was exchanged for the suspicion of the villagers. Chen Shaobai suddenly felt a little uninterested, but unexpectedly did not feel too much indignation.

The so-called fight against Mien, and the promotion of Mien hatred.

For people like Li Dabao, small favors are acceptable. If the kindness is too heavy, the kindness will turn into grudges.

His original intention was to suppress Chen Shaobai, so as not to be taken away from the people's hearts and lead to his unstable position as the village chief, so he spoke without restraint, and even was a bit like a shrew cursing and was unscrupulous.

But what Li Dabao didn't expect was that before he could say a few words, the twenty-six cavalry who were ready to leave stopped their pace of progress.

"Must legs?"

"Isn't it from the Chen family in Muxi City?"

"That kid was just teasing his tiger skin!"

"Being fooled!"

Seeing that the situation suddenly changed in the field, his painstaking management was destroyed by a villain who wanted to fight for power and profit. Chen Shaobai's muscles twitched violently, and he wished he could rush into the crowd now and kill Li Dabao with one sword.

"He's mom! What an idiot!"

The consequences of the behavior of village chief Li Dabao have caused Chen Shaobai to review the ancient Three-character classics of China that have not been used for fifteen years.

Holding the long sword that was about to be sheathed again, Chen Shaobai felt hot all over. He narrowed his eyes slightly and had an urge to kill.

A distance of more than ten feet, Dianji took off the giant composite bow hanging from the saddle, and twisted a long metal arrow flashing with cold light from the quiver.

Sizzling...

The bowstring made an overwhelming sound under Dianji's strange power. In a moment, the bow was like a full moon.

Locked by a long arrow, a cold air rose from the tailbone and instantly swam all over his body. A shadow shrouded by death appeared in Chen Shaobai's heart.

His eyes focused on the other party's thumb's jade ring.

It turned out that it was just an ordinary explosive decoration, but now it seems to be a kind of finger protection that is necessary to practice archery.

When pulling a strong bow, if you don’t have a good pair of finger protection, just shoot an arrow, the hands of the archer will immediately become bloody and will not be able to raise any accurate head at all.

But through Dianji's movements and postures, he knew that the other party's bow skills were actually not inferior to him. With the precious composite steel-tire strong bow and refined iron arrow, the power of this arrow is no less than his former superb skills.

Whoosh!

The arrows left the string, and their speed even broke through the limits of normal human dynamic vision.

Puff!

An arrow penetrated through the brain, and the remaining power of the metal arrow was not exhausted, and most of it was infiltrated into the land.

Red blood and white brain matter sprayed all over the ground, emitting a sweet and fishy smell. Some villagers, women and children who had never been hunted nearby, who had been engorged when they saw such a bloody scene.

The meal that Chen Shi had eaten had already been digested and there was no residue left. Even if they wanted to vomit, they wouldn't be able to vomit.

"Murdered!"

The entrance of Qiuhuanquan Village was crowded with people, and some hunters who were once fierce and fierce, their faces were a little pale, and they were at a loss and were pushed by the crowd, drifting with the flow.

"Why do you want to help me?"

Looking at the wide open eyes on Li Dabao's zombie, Chen Shaobai raised his head and asked in confusion at the bald man in the distance.

"I hate the ungrateful villain the most in my life." Dianji's mouth grinned a big curve, and he suddenly raised his hand and threw out an object, "This is what the lord asked me to give you, use it well!"

A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Chen Shaobai subconsciously raised his hand to answer.

Bang!

An object carrying a huge force smashed into his hand and almost dislocated his arm.

Taking a breath, Chen Shaobai grinned and moved his shoulders: "This guy is so revengeful, he is useless to have that simple appearance!"

"I hope you will be a swordsman next time you meet, and we will fight another time!"

Dianji's voice came from afar.

Chen Shaobai looked down and saw that he was holding a sword that had already been sheathed in his hand. The tip of the sword he used before was covered with scratches and potholes were everywhere.

Although the sword obtained from Xiong Yingjie is of good quality, it cannot withstand Dianji's amazing brute force.

It is barely enough to use it for training, but if you use it to fight with others, it will be naked and seeking death.

Chen Shaobai sighed, took the broken sword back into the sheath, and carefully looked at the sword given by Ba Qingtian.

The sword is about three feet long, with a hard spine but not losing its toughness. The blade is extremely sharp. The material is similar to bronze and has a faint blue-red color. The sword body is branded with plum blossom-like patterns, which is very beautiful.

It is worth mentioning that the hilt of its sword is not wrapped in animal skins, nor is it carved from ordinary wood, but it is directly cast to increase friction and prevent slipping.

The bottom of the sword is engraved with two small business articles, "Mengde", with elegant fonts, as if they were from the pen of a god.

He tentatively lifted the bronze sword and slashed gently at the long sword that had been covered with grooves before.
To be continued...