Chapter 1147

Xu Haotian's eyes fell on the vice Dao, which is rarely used to attack, not to fight for life. Generally, the martial arts do not use it. In most cases, it is used to protect the so-called warrior glory of the martial arts and cut the belly.

"Although you are strong, you only have the upper hand. You are not qualified to let me die."

Although the middle-aged martial Taoist admires Xu Haotian's miraculous knife, it doesn't mean that he gives up his resistance. Xu Haotian's strength is not enough to make him completely convinced.

Xu Haotian knows that it is not easy to persuade a warrior to commit suicide, unless Xu Haotian can make him completely unable to give up, then it needs strong strength to suppress him.

Xu Haotian originally wanted to make a quick decision, because he didn't have much time to waste, so he always used the method of hard cutting. However, it was obvious that the middle-aged martial arts Taoist was an experienced guy, so Xu Haotian decided to change his strategy.

Xu Haotian shakes his hand and cuts to the middle-aged martial Taoist. When the middle-aged martial Taoist sees Xu Haotian's cutting, he hums coldly and goes up to meet the knife. The two knives intersect. The middle-aged martial Taoist immediately retreats.

However, Xu Haotian suddenly came up. With a shake of his samurai sword, he stabbed the middle-aged martial Taoist priest in the chest. Seeing the stabbed sword, the martial Taoist priest knocked it up. The corners of Xu Haotian's mouth were curved, and the original stabbed sword turned into shangtuo.

"Well."

A knife was lifted on the middle-aged martial Taoist's neck. Although it was still knocked open by the middle-aged martial Taoist, it still left blood marks.

What Xu Haotian used was the way of a warrior, that is, he didn't ask for a fatal blow, but for consumption. He accumulated small wounds and wiped out each other's will. However, he sought opportunities and solved each other with a single blow.

The middle-aged martial Taoist reached out and touched his neck. Although the wound was only skin and fur, it was a huge insult, because Xu Haotian almost killed him. Technically, Xu Haotian was too weird.

A * * cunning sentry.

"You want to die."

Xu Hao snorted coldly. This insulting word may be a normal appellation in the eyes of island people. However, in Xu Hao Tian's eyes, it is not a kind word.

Xu Haotian stabbed out again. Seeing Xu Haotian stabbed out again, the middle-aged Taoist priest's face sank slightly. Damn bastard, it was a knife, but Xu Haotian stabbed it three times and four times. The auxiliary knife was the one used to stab. What's more, it's not a forbearance knife. Forbearance knife is qualified to stab.

The middle-aged martial Taoist took a step to the side and opened Xu Haotian's knife with a knife. He lifted the knife and chopped it at Xu Haotian's neck. However, Xu Haotian took a step to the side and then turned his wrist. The knife, which had been knocked open, danced a sword flower and cut it into the middle-aged martial Taoist's chest.

His chest was split. The middle-aged Taoist priest even stepped back three steps. The whole person retreated to the door of the middle hall. He half knelt on the ground and looked at the knife edge on his chest. The whole knife edge was used to wear around.

The edge of the knife is quite deep. You can see the sternum at the deepest place. The middle-aged martial Taoist raised his head and stared at Xu Haotian, "what skill."

"The skill of killing pigs."

When Xu Haotian finished, his eyes narrowed in an instant. The middle-aged Taoist suddenly threw his vice knife out. The vice knife magnified in Xu Haotian's eyes and went straight to Xu Haotian's life gate.

Xu Haotian snorted coldly in his heart. Looking at the position of the hilt, Wu Dao Dao swung a sword flower and cut it on the hilt. The hilt was cut, and the vice Dao rolled around in the air. Xu Haotian knocked on the vice Dao again.

"Chirp..."

The sound of breaking the air, accompanied by the galloping of the auxiliary Dao, galloped to the middle-aged warrior's chest. The middle-aged warrior saw the auxiliary Dao shooting at him, and subconsciously raised the Dao and knocked it.

"Well."

I saw a samurai sword coming first and penetrating the neck. The middle-aged warrior was given great strength by the samurai sword and turned into the hall. The samurai sword was nailed to the wooden floor.

Xu Haotian turns around slowly. The students, who have been scared silly for a long time, swallow a mouthful of saliva. However, they disperse and flee to the outside. Xu Haotian turns around and sees that the hall is full of all kinds of weapons. These weapons are left after the failure of the people who came to kick the hall.

Most of them are swords, most of them are swords, and there are a few swords. Xu Haotian's eyes fall on a light snake sword, and the position of the snake sword is also in the middle. It is obvious that it is not so easy to defeat the master of the snake sword.

This position shows that the master of snake sword has extraordinary strength. At least it causes a lot of trouble for middle-aged martial monks. Otherwise, it will not be placed in such an obvious and glorious position.

Soft soldiers are the most difficult to control. Xu Haotian didn't expect to meet soft swords here. Xu Haotian went to the hall, reached for the snake sword and weighed it. Although it is snake sword, it is too light and light, which is obviously not the sword casting skill that island countries should have.

Although the samurai sword is light and slender, its weight is not light. It is heavier than the ordinary sword of the same size.

Holding the snake sword, Xu Haotian retreats directly from the hall. Xu Haotian comes to the door, looks at the sign of Fuqing society, jumps up and cuts it with one sword. The passers-by's eyes fell on Xu Haotian. Xu Haotian didn't turn back. He grabbed the sword and got on the bus directly. Yichuan society. Xu Haotian's car stops. The two younger brothers of Yichuan society's doorman are actually Chinese. Xu Haotian's eyes frown. How can Yichuan society have Chinese younger brothers? Xu Haotian picked up the snake sword, closed the car door, and then went to Yichuan society. Seeing Xu Haotian coming with the sword, the two younger brothers suddenly became nervous and reached out to stop Xu Haotian. "Sir, this is Yichuan society. I don't know what you want to do. Yichuan society is a Taoist society. I don't accept the challenge." Ming Enji was listening to the phone at the moment, his eyes narrowed into a slit. Fuqing society was chosen by a Chinese. In Liuli City, although the number of Fuqing society is only one of the most common societies, it is also one of the least. However, Fuqing society is a traditional martial arts society with extraordinary strength. All of them are elites. Even if Yichuan society is not a relationship of interests, it will not fight with Fuqing society. After all, other people's fists are there. Moreover, Fuqing society has experienced many challengers, and no one has ever been able to defeat it. However, it did not expect that Fuqing society was directly destroyed. Mingenji felt incredible, "are you sure?"“ Hi, President Dao Yan of Fuqing society died in battle, the first disciple was seriously injured and unconscious, the second disciple died in battle, and the third disciple was unconscious. Our people are confirming the situation of Fuqing society. "“ How come there are so many news about Chinese people recently? How can these Chinese people make trouble everywhere? Even tengjing society has suffered a great loss. Please ask me carefully. Recently, let my brothers polish their eyes for me. Don't offend the Chinese. "