The Mantis Eight Immortal Sword is a combination of hardness and softness, flexible and elegant.

"Sir!"

The sharp sword wind blew towards her face, and Hao Cheng held two long eyebrows angrily, and a character Sichuan was squeezed out from his forehead.

His waist and horse were stable and motionless. The seemingly light sword hit the side of Miao Dao, and he handed out a flat stab. Chen Jiu's sword path was pointed at the side of the sword, so he had to hurriedly put the knife in front of him. The tip of the sword suddenly hit the sword surface with a scale!

"bite!"

Both sides take one step away.

In the first round, a seemingly even tentative confrontation.

Chen Jiu shook his sore right wrist and shook his head and said:

"You are not as good as Yun Wang."

Hao Cheng was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he stared at Chen Jiu's right hand with his eyes firmly, showing joy:

"You're slow."

Chen Jiu did not deny it and grinned:

"It's enough to hit you."

"I don't think so!"

Hao Cheng shouted loudly and attacked with the sword first. The mantis seven-star step was in a state of ease and reality. The light and agile Eight Immortal Sword pulled out a sword flower and took Chen Jiu's right half of his chest.

Chen Jiu twisted his waist and abdomen, endured the pain and burst out with force, and danced a long sword in a semicircle to stop the sword, but it was half a beat slower, and his chest was torn apart, and a shallow wound appeared.

"really."

Hao Cheng was overjoyed, and slid to the left of his side, kicking Chen Jiu's shoulder like thunder, but he had already made up his mind to take advantage of the inconvenience of the opponent's right hand and pressing step by step.

Bang!

The shoulder was hit hard, and Chen Jiu's body shook and almost couldn't stand. The disaster did not go alone, and two smears of blood flowed down from his nose, and his mouth was so fishy and salty.

"Tsk."

Xue Zheng on the seat saw Chen Jiu suffer consecutive setbacks and subconsciously pinched his cane.

With one blow, Hao Cheng refused to give his opponent a chance to breathe. He twisted his left tip slightly on the rough sand, and took a step forward, and the sword blade was raised like a rainbow, and the target was Chen Jiu's throat vessel.

Mantis Eight Immortal Sword·Immortal Clothes

The blood on Chen Jiu's chest was spreading, and his nose was bleeding, but his face remained unchanged. He swung a knife to hit the middle of the Eight Immortals Sword, and his feet were intertwined. In the blink of an eye, he walked around to the back of Hao Chengkongdeng, but he used one hand to force it to use a spatula-shaped sword, and the long sword slashed hard at the back of the other party's head!

The sword is astonishing as a terrifying ray!

Metal collision sounds clearer and cooler.

The moment before the blade came, Hao Cheng held the sword with five fingers and used force. The long sword swirled in his palm and penetrated horizontally behind him. With the most basic move of Su Qin's sword, he turned Chen Jiu's killer move into nothing.

If Chen Jiu's hands were intact, this knife would be enough to press the sword to cut the beginning of the head.

"Miaodao is a very exhausting two-hand weapon. If your wrist is damaged and your internal breath is disordered, how can you use it?"

"Today, it's up to me, Hao Cheng, to step on your reputation in Tianjin!"

Hao Cheng roared in his heart, and the Eight Immortal Sword held back lifted Miao Dao aside. His right hand seemed to have a tight hard bow suddenly straightened. The back of his hand hit Chen Jiu's right chest hard, hitting the wound.

"Hiss~~"

Chen Jiu gasped, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, and quickly retreated. Hao Cheng's face was full of madness and ferociousness, and he followed the sword and stabbed one after another like a training.

bite.

bite.

puff!

bite……

The sword lights were connected together, and the afterimage could hardly be seen clearly. Chen Jiu was rushing to block it, but the one-handed Miao Dao was already half of his skill, and his aura was suppressed by the other party again.

The Eight Immortal Sword is like the thorny tongue of a wild beast. From time to time, it can grasp the space and lick the flesh and blood from Chen Jiu.

Finally, the end of the country.

Seeing a sharp edge of the sword piercing his heart, Chen Jiu made an iron bridge based on his instinct and stabbed it downwards in the sand and soil to support it, so that he could barely maintain balance.

Hao Cheng's eyes lit up, his wrist turned, and his sword blade wiped at the vital point between Chen Jiu's abdomen!

The spectators sighed. No martial arts moves can turn the tables in this situation. What is the blame for Chen Jiu’s bad brain and insisting on kicking the hall with injuries. Do you think the martial arts are all soft persimmons?

Hao Cheng was smiling grimly, but suddenly a large tiny shadow was covered in his eyes, and his eyes were burning and painful.

What?!

The guests in the audience could see clearly that at the critical moment of life and death, Chen Jiu actually let his waist force fall and let his body hit the ground. The freed blade lifted up a splash of sand and soil, and raised it towards Hao Cheng's eyes!

This is not a sect martial arts.

It's a secret move on the battlefield.

After fighting with the Qing general in the ghost head can, he went through several battlefields, Chen Jiu paid the tragic price of two souls being damaged, and except for a jade bone arrow, he also gained a lot.

"Shadow! Despicable!"

The owner of Yushan Pavilion covered his eyes and screamed in pain. Chen Jiu straightened his body with a carp, wiped the tip of his nose, and half of his face was wiped.

"What did you say?"

"Negative……"

The handle of the knife hit Hao Cheng in the mouth!

The lips were ruptured and bright red, and most of the teeth were collapsed.

Chen Jiu kicked Hao Cheng over, stepped on the other party's chest, held up the Miao knife with one hand, and was about to slash it down on his head. The owner of Yushan Pavilion wriggled his broken mouth and sprayed blood bubbles:

"I admit...to admit defeat."

Chen Jiu looked disappointed and slowly lowered his weapons.

According to precedent, one side on the ring continues to kill after the other party admits defeat, and no longer belongs to the life and death clause. This is a mutual compromise between the armed forces and the police.

Chen Jiu took out her pocket for a while, took out two oceans and threw them on Hao Cheng.

"Give you teeth."

"..." Hao Cheng's eyes rolled and he closed his breath.

"I won this one, is anyone opposed?"

Chen Jiu swept around the direction where the disciples of Yushan Pavilion were. The disciples turned their heads one after another when their eyes touched.

“That’s not.”

Chen Jiu nodded, carried the knife on his shoulder, ready to leave. Before crossing the threshold, a disciple finally plucked up the courage and called Chen Jiu.

"You can't leave!"

"Um?"

Chen Jiu turned around and his eyes were stern.

"..." The disciple swallowed, "You can't leave. According to the rules, no matter whether you win or lose, our Yushan Pavilion will have to treat you, otherwise outsiders will say we are not polite."

"Forgive."

The people watching the fun were crowded at the door. Chen Jiu reached out and picked two strings of candied haws from a hawker's straw mattress.

"You pay for this and treat it."

The bitten hawthorn seeped out bright red juice, covering up the blood on the lips and teeth.

“Aged wine.”

A familiar voice sounded in my ears. Chen Jiu turned his head and saw the man with crutches with a slightly surprised expression.

"Old Xue?"

...

“Fight beautifully.”

Next to Ford, Xue Zheng bought a bunch of candied haws and chatted with Chen Jiu. A few steps away were a few expressionless bodyguards, with their waists bulging under their clothes.

"When you lowered your waist and avoided the sword, I thought you were going to lose, but I didn't expect that it was just showing the enemy as weak."

"fight,"

Chen Jiu looked calm, "It depends on his brain."

"What's wrong with your face? Are you sick?"

"I haven't had a good sleep."

Chen Jiu touched her face and looked at the cheongsam woman wearing a veil next to Xue Zheng.

"Who is this?"
To be continued...