Chapter 394

Fang Xie spat a bloody spit, and his teeth were sour.

He had seen Zhongbo's difference, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately... If Zhong Bo was still normal, he might have fallen by now. Although Zhong Bo's cultivation is still there, he is too dull and has no thinking. Fang Xie bit with his teeth when the sword stabbed him just now. If Zhong Bo still had his own thinking, he could open a hole in Fang Xie's back brain by bursting out the sword Qi.

Fang Xie stared at Zhong Bo and watched him rush over again.

The long sword turned into a light and shadow in Zhong Bo's hand. He couldn't see the sword. The sharp voice that stabbed people's brain came out again, and Fang Xie immediately felt suffocated in his heart. The voice was sweet and blood gushed upward.

The wind is sound but invisible

Although Zhongbo has no thought, his moves don't need to think at all.

It's an instinct.

How can one of the four golden guards around Luo Yao be weak?

The return wind has two attack means, the first is an invisible cyclone, and the second is sound. He disturbs people's minds with his voice, and kills people with a cyclone.

Fang Xie understood what the return wind was about, but he couldn't think of how to break it for a moment. He has a keen sense of the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth. As long as those cyclones don't sink in, they won't matter. But the sound was too annoying to avoid.

He raised his hand and hammered it on his chest, and the choked blood rushed up.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and Fang Xie's mind will restore clarity.

He knew he had to catch the moment of soberness, so he didn't avoid and rushed up against Zhong Bo again. Zhong Bo's body floated forward. The long sword was not in his hand. It floated around him and kept rotating. Fang Xie's feet stepped fiercely, and the explosive force directly stepped out of two deep pits on the ground.

The Chaolu knife in his hand cleaves Zhong Bo's head. It's meaningless to deal with such a living dead man piercing his heart.

Seeing that the blade was about to reach Zhongbo's head, Zhongbo stretched out his hand and pulled out the second long sword.

This sword is as long as the first one, but twice as wide. The first handle is narrow and thin, and this handle is wide. This is a double handed epee. It's as powerful as a sabre.

When I heard you.

The epee and Fang Xie's Chaolu Dao collided fiercely. I thought it could cut off the Epee directly, but the Epee was especially strong, but it was broken by Chaolu Dao. Fang Xie's arm was tingling, but Zhong Bo's body still rushed forward. He held the heavy sword in one hand and pointed forward with the other hand. The narrow long sword stabbed Fang Xie's heart.

Fang Xie turned Chaolu's knife, suddenly broke his wrist, took the knife at an impossible angle, blocked the narrow long sword, and then hit it with a fist.

His fist is like a weapon!

When I heard you.

Fang Xie's left fist hit Zhongbo's epee. The Epee swung back. Fang Xie took the opportunity to move forward and put his knee against Zhongbo's belly. Zhong Bo didn't dodge. After stabilizing the Epee, he chopped down Fang Xie's head again.

Fang Xie's knee hit Zhong Bo hard, but it was like hitting an iron plate.

Fortunately, Fang Xie's body is harder than an iron plate.

Zhong Bo's body bent forward and his face twisted. But the heavy sword in his hand was still cut straight. It was too late for Fang Xie to withdraw again.

So Fang Xie didn't withdraw. He continued to move forward, put his arms around Zhong Bo's waist, and then made an upward force. After holding Zhong Bo up, Fang Xie leaned back. Zhong Bo's heavy sword fell to the ground. Fang Xie picked him up and fell back with Fang Xie. With a bang, his head hit the ground hard, and he hit the grass directly into a deep pit. After Fang Xie fell to the ground, he turned around with his back as a fulcrum and kicked his feet heavily on Zhong Bo's jaw.

Zhong Bo's body fell down. Before he could get up, Fang Xie kicked him out. Zhongbo's head was half embedded in the grass. When he was kicked out, his head left a deep ditch on the ground. The narrow long sword lost its command and fell to the ground. Fang Xie cut it off with a knife while getting up!

His body fell low, his two feet pushed hard on the grass and rushed out. The place he stepped on rolled up a piece of dust and smoke as if it had been blown up by a shell.

Zhong Bo turned over and straightened up immediately. That way, it looks like a tumbler.

Just as he was about to straighten up, he cut his throat with a knife. If this knife is cut off, uncle Zhong's head will fly into the air.

Zhong Bo's heavy sword is still in his hand, and Fang Xie destroyed his narrow long sword.

He subconsciously lifted up the epee and stopped it in front of his neck. Chaolu's knife hit the Epee hard. The weapons intersected and stirred a spark.

The Epee is strong, but it is far less than Fang Xie's Chaolu Dao.

This knife left a gap on the Epee again. If it weren't for the heavy weight of the sword, it would have broken. Fang Xie's knife was stuck in the epee. With a backward wipe of his left hand, he pulled out the residual knife blood butcher hanging at his waist. Although the blood butcher Dao is not comparable to Chaolu, it is also a first-class good Dao in the Jianghu.

The old cripple not only passed on the fangxie sword, but also gave him a sharp weapon to kill.

Although the blood slaughter is short, this distance is enough!

Chaolu's sword and Epee are intertwined. Fang Xie can't withdraw his sword without drawing the sword.

Xuetu went straight to Zhong Bo's throat. His potential was like electricity.

However, just as Xuetu was about to cut Zhong Bo's neck, Zhong Bo had another sword in his hand.

The third sword in the refined steel sword box.

Very short.

If it is to be strictly distinguished, it is not even a sword. It's too short. One foot up and down. Without the handle, the sword body can barely pierce a person's heart. But because it was short, Zhong Bo drew his sword quickly and blocked it quickly.

The short sword and the blood butcher's knife collided, and their arms swung back at the same time. But it is obvious that Zhong Bo's sword is faster. After the short sword swings out, he stabs it back immediately and goes straight to Fang Xie's heart!

Zhong Bo has three swords

Three swordsmen

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If Uncle Zhong hadn't lost his mind, Fang Xie couldn't have been fighting for so long. Although his progress in the past two years can be described by the word speed, he still can't compete with an expert like Zhongbo who has accumulated accomplishments for decades. The practice time of Fang Xie is too short. It's only more than a year.

A series of active attacks didn't knock Zhongbo down. The biggest harvest was to scrap the narrow long sword.

In Fang Xie's view, the attack of voice is more irresistible.

Zhongbo's short sword is also very special. The front is like a spoon. The edge of the spoon is extremely sharp. This shape of short sword Fang Xie is the first time to see it.

But Fang Jie subconsciously felt that it must be very useful to use this short sword to gouge out the heart.

Even if Fang Xie's physique is very strong and he doesn't succeed, he doesn't dare to take risks. So he immediately retreated, but Chaolu's sword was stuck in the epee. He couldn't retreat too far. But one point back, he had time to raise the blood butcher's knife. Zhong Bo's dagger hit the blood butcher and wiped a trail of sparks.

Fang Xie twisted to one side and pulled Chaolu Dao out of the epee.

At this time, Zhong Bo's short sword stabbed him again.

When he had a dagger in his hand, he was exactly like two people when he didn't have a dagger. Whether he uses a narrow long sword or a Epee, even if he has no mind, he has enough master style. Each of his swords is magnificent, stiff but full of style. But when he held the dagger in his hand, his movements immediately changed.

A sword is as fast as a sword. One third of the sword moves are running for the next three ways.

Fang Xie was immediately forced to hurry up. At this time, Zhong Bo seemed to forget to use internal strength and blindly beat fast. Fang Xie withdrew seven or eight steps after connecting, while Zhong Bo followed suit. His movements were sinister and vicious, and there was no routine to speak of.

At this time, Zhong Bo is not like a zombie, but more like a crazy local ruffian.

The sword move was too fast. Fang Xie blocked more than 20 swords before he reluctantly withdrew. If Zhong Bo's body is not too stiff and inflexible, Fang Xie is afraid that he can't stop this series of assassinations.

Fang Xie didn't know that this person had played several percent of his accomplishments at this time, but he was already the most powerful opponent Fang Xie had ever faced. When Fang hated water alone, Fang Xie's red eyes suddenly appeared and killed Fang hate water with a potential that Fang Xie didn't understand. Fang Xie hates water. Fang hates water and kills many people. They are all Fang Xie's classmates. Fang Xie had no contact with Zhong Bo and had no hatred in his heart.

If the potential is forced by hate, then you can't mention the solution of hate. You can only rely on your own cultivation to resist Zhongbo.

Fang Xie flashed back and turned quickly in his mind, thinking about how to fight the enemy. At this time, he suddenly found that Zhong Bo's gray eyes had been staring at his face. No matter where his sword was stabbed, his eyes had not left Fang Xie's face.

As soon as Fang Xie's heart lit up, he suddenly understood something.

He jerked back and raised his arm to block his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Zhong Bo's action was immediately stifled, and the stabbing sword paused in the air.

Fang Xie felt a sudden joy.

Zhongbo has no mind. All he remembers is his face!

Taking advantage of Uncle Zhong's Kung Fu, Fang Xie used a knife to blow away the short sword in Uncle Zhong's hand. Then the knife went forward and stabbed Zhongbo in the throat. The heavy sword in Zhongbo's hand subconsciously stopped in front of his neck. Chaolu knife and the heavy sword collided with each other again. Fang Xie took advantage of Zhong Bo's short sword almost leaving his hand, and the blood butcher short knife fiercely cut Zhong Bo's neck.

Poof!

There was no blood, only a dull sound.

Bloody butcher's knife failed to cut off uncle Zhong's neck!

It's not that the blood butcher's knife is not sharp enough, but that it's careless. Subconsciously, it took a few minutes to cut off his head, but he ignored that Zhongbo's body was as hard as iron at this time. The blood butcher's knife is stuck in Zhong Bo's neck and cuts off most of it. Zhongbo's head is outward, but he is still not dead.

A sharp flash flashed in his gray eyes, and his empty hand grabbed Fang Xie's heart. The hand holding the Epee also loosened and grabbed the back of Chaolu Dao. Fang Xie was careless. Chaolu's knife was taken away and thrown aside. The blood butcher's knife was stuck in Zhongbo's neck.

At this time, Zhongbo's palm has been pulled to his heart like an iron claw.

Fang Xie's eyes were cold, his hands stretched forward and grabbed Zhongbo's left and right hands respectively.

Without weapons, fight your body.

Why fear?

He grabbed Zhongbo's two hands and broke them. With a click, Zhongbo's two arms were broken. Even if the Zombie's body is strong, it's still too far from the solution. Fang Xie's muscle power can force in a certain direction with the will, and can force the muscle in any direction. There is only one family in the world, and there is no semicolon!

He broke Zhong Bo's arm, then Fang Xie rushed forward and pushed Zhong Bo back with his shoulder.

Zhong Bo's body stumbled a few times, but he didn't fall down. Just about to stand up straight, Fang Xie jumped up. His legs were on Zhongbo's shoulders, and then he twisted Zhongbo's head back and forth with his two hands and pulled it up!

Poof

The half lost head was dragged down by Fang Xie.

With a plop, the two fell to the ground at the same time.

Fang Xie rolled aside and looked at Zhong Bo on guard. The body without a head fell to the ground, and his hands and legs were still moving randomly.

The head in his hand slowly closed his eyes.

Fang Xie took a long breath and sat down on the ground. Looking at the head in his hand, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

The headless body struggled to get up again. Shaking his limbs, he took a step and fell down again.

A black centipede like insect crawled out of its broken neck and tried to get into the grass.

A wisp of energy came from the sky and split the bug into two pieces. Fang Xie looked up and saw the Shen Qing fan flying from a distance like a nine heavenly fairy.

He smiled and was very tired.