Wait a minute, heroine

Sa——

A sudden crosswind blew up on the street!

The old man only noticed the movements in the bookstore with his peripheral vision. The young swordsman in front of him seemed to have changed into a different person in an instant.

Ye Jingtang raised the Chilong Huan Dao in front of him. He did not choose any method to break the attack. Instead, he directly exerted force with his feet and pushed the knife with his body, and came up with a thunderous progressive slash!

This sword was ingenious and unworkable, with no real or false meaning. It even left no protection at all, relying solely on the terrifying explosive power to directly hit the opponent's door.

The old man rushed within seven steps and had no chance to move around.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, the moment he was distracted, he would have been cut in the chest and waist by this sword.

But the old man is not an ordinary martial artist. He killed the master in his prime. His physique will decline when he gets too old, but experience will not.

The old man stabbed straight into the heart. Ye Jingtang pushed forward and slashed with the knife. According to common sense, he should hit the iron crutch. Otherwise, Ye Jingtang would have been stabbed through first.

But Ye Jingtang had no intention of splitting the iron crutch. His speed had reached the extreme, and there was no room for changing his moves.

The old man saw that Ye Jingtang wanted to trade his life for his life, and forced him to return to defense by gambling on his courage, and he couldn't help but reveal a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

After all, this move was too easy to break. With the advantage of being the first mover, the old man only needed to pierce Ye Jingtang's heart with his crook, move his tail sideways at the same time, and use the iron crutch to protect the center line to block the knife, in order to break this fatal move.

The old man did the same thing, but...

Boom——

A muffled sound!

The old man thrust with all his strength, and the iron crutch was like the tip of a spear, stabbing Ye Jingtang directly on the left chest.

As a result, the old man was shocked to find that Tieguai was blocked by something and could not penetrate even half of the child's chest!

The lengths of their weapons were almost the same. If they missed a hit, the blade would already be in their arms, and they would have no chance to break through the defense with even an inch of force.

The old man had no choice but to move the iron crutch horizontally in front of him.

But the power contained in this knife was far greater than he imagined!

clang--

The sound of gold and iron clashing came from the silent street!

Although the defensive attack blocked the blade, it could not block the power contained in the blade.

The old man did not stab Ye Jingtang's chest, and there was no fulcrum on the other end of the iron crutch. How could he block Ye Jingtang's full-strength slash with both hands with one hand.

Tieguai was hit directly on the body, the bamboo hat was immediately shattered, and the blade grazed his cheek, cutting off half of the old man's right ear.

Bang——

But as soon as they met the old man, who appeared with extraordinary momentum and full of pressure, he flew out and crashed into the house across the street.

Ye Jingtang knew that the opponent was most likely an old master, and if he finally succeeded in pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, how could he give the opponent a chance to backhand him.

As the old man flew out, Ye Jingtang followed him like a shadow, spinning his sword from top to bottom and striking the old man in the air who had not yet landed.

This sword was the third sword that Ye Jingtang realized while waiting for Dongfang Liren in the afternoon!

Sa——

The two knives were intertwined with each other without any gaps, and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to even see them clearly, let alone block them.

This is exactly the strength of the Eight-Step Crazy Sword. It goes all out to attack but not to defend. As long as the lower plate is unbalanced by one sword, it is basically a certain death situation.

The Eight-Step Crazy Sword is too fierce, sparing no effort to explode, causing great damage to oneself, and it is easy to tear and strain muscles. There is even a saying of "one knife with the left hand, one knife with the right hand, go home to recuperate". Even the former sword leader Kuang Yazi has reached his limit. It can only use eight swords in a row, so it's called the Eight-Step Crazy Sword.

There are only a few people in the world who can execute eight swords in a row, but from ancient times to the present, there are basically no people who can execute eight swords in a row. Normally, the outcome is determined by one sword.

The old man was thrown away, his hat was shattered, revealing his wrinkled old face, his eyes were horrified, he recognized that it was the Eight-Step Crazy Sword, and knowing that he was in a desperate situation, he could only hurriedly raise the iron crutch in the air to block it.

when--

Cut off the Huashan Mountain with a powerful sword!

The old man who had not yet hit the house was knocked directly to the ground from mid-air.

Boom——

The green bricks on the street instantly shattered, gravel flew, and a circular pit was created.

The aftermath of the air wave even blew up the pages in the bookstore and Dongfang Liren's scattered hair.

"puff--"

The old man hit the ground, his energy repulsed, a mouthful of old blood spurted out from his mouth, and his face turned sickly red.

Under the desperate situation, the old man's movements were still slow. He kicked the ground with both feet and slid back. At the same time, he raised the iron crutch and stabbed straight.

Ye Jingtang stood up and advanced and retreated freely, but the old man had been seriously injured and fell to the ground. It was impossible to break the eight-step mad sword.

When the old man fell to the ground, he tried his best to backhand, because he was certain of death. He wanted to exchange death for injury, but he would bite the opponent even if he died.

But what the old man didn't expect was that the young swordsman was incredibly steady!

He didn't even want to trade his injuries for death. As soon as he raised his hand, the young swordsman jumped back decisively and landed in front of the bookstore. He sheathed the sword with his backhand.

Click~~click.

The movement stopped suddenly!

"..."

The action of sheathing the knife was clean and neat, with an indescribable grace. In the eyes of the old man, he felt that he had been cut down by Ye Jingtang unknowingly, and his head was rolling on the ground.

When I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I saw half an ear was missing from my body, and I wasn't dead yet...

The old man was a little confused, but he still grabbed the life-saving straw. He immediately jumped onto the roof across the street, put on a defensive posture, and stared at the Night Terror Hall as if facing a formidable enemy:

"Eight-Step Crazy Sword?!"

Ye Jingtang didn't respond. He just pressed his hand on the handle of the knife and glanced around the street with cold eyes.

In the bookstore, Dongfang Liren poked his head out when the Night Terror Hall drew his sword, his eyes were like those of a little girl who saw the handsome knight.

When Ye Jingtang made two strikes and flew back elegantly, Dongfang Liren thought that the assassin had been killed, and was almost stunned by Ye Jingtang's peerless grace.

But looking at the other side - the assassin's face was full of the aftermath of the disaster, and he seemed to be scared to tears by the Night Terror Hall...

? !

The assassin is not dead, why are you looking so handsome?

Dongfang Liren’s eyes are incomprehensible:

"you……"

Ye Jingtang held the handle of the knife in his hand, scanned the surrounding buildings with his cold eyes, and said in a cold and cautious voice:

"How dare such a fish in the rivers and lakes dare to assassinate alone? This person is a bait, and there must be masters around him."

Trash fish? Dongfang Liren's eyes were startled and he thought to himself: According to the information, Blood Bodhi is a serious master, but he is a bit older...

However, on this occasion, she did not dare to disturb the Night Terror Hall and hurriedly hid behind the counter to avoid being delayed.

And on the other side...

Under misjudgment, the old man was seriously injured twice with two consecutive blows, as if he was walking through the gates of hell.

Hearing the words, he immediately understood why this unfathomable young swordsman had stopped - he felt that he was too rubbish and not like the main force, and he did not dare to rashly stay away from Prince Jing for fear of being ambushed by assassins.

"..."

The old man has been in the world for decades, and this is the first time that his opponent has used him as cannon fodder. It is a great shame!

But the opponent is indeed unfathomable. He can't even catch the eight-step mad sword. He can't try to see if the opponent knows the "Dragon Slaying Order". From his point of view, there is a high probability that he can.

Seeing that the night terror hall had also misjudged, the old man said without hesitation:

"superior!"

Then he flew back and acted as if his accomplices were close and he was coordinating from a distance, flying further and further away.

Ye Jingtang still put on a cautious look, scanning the street left and right, until the traces of the assassin completely disappeared, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

"You're just a grandmaster, you're not as good as the three ladies, what the hell..."

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