Chapter 233

A long glanced at the tiger's son with a successful sword, but he suddenly clenched his teeth and shouted angrily, "go to hell!"

He endured the grief in his heart and didn't go to see Huzi's injury, because he knew very well that this was his only life.

If he misses this opportunity, there will be no possibility of turning over the plate, so he must resist the impulse to see the tiger first.

In fact, his heart is not bleeding.

Although he and Huzi have very different personalities, they are friends from childhood, and they are brothers of the same sect. However, in front of him, he can only ignore Huzi and lie there without knowing his life or death.

The sword has lost the golden mean, but it brings out the murderous spirit of grief and anger. It is as strong as a knife, a heavy mountain knife, and takes the key to waste.

The soft sword should be light and strange, but such a dignified momentum doesn't make people feel strange. On the contrary, it makes people intuitively combined with the pathetic expression on ah long.

In his wasted eyes, he suddenly showed a special touch, but he said softly, "is this your real strength? If you have been in this state, I'm afraid you have broken through long ago. It's just a pity that you have taken too many detours! "

While he was talking, a plate under his feet turned up directly. The sword and shield in his hand didn't have any coincidence. He went straight to the top of the sword chopped by ah long.

"You are an opponent worthy of my respect, so I will give you a death method belonging to the warrior!"

As he said this, his sword shield had knocked ah long's soft sword open, and then his palm turned over. He had put away both swords and shields, and his backhand took out two refined steel short rods from the ring.

So it's a short stick, but its length is not much different from that of a long's soft sword.

"You must be bad at using a soft sword? Try this refined steel short stick to see if it fits? "

While talking, waste had thrown one of the short sticks to a long. A long was stunned, but subconsciously took it over. He stared at waste's face for a moment, but bowed: "thank you!"

He weighed the refined steel short stick in his hand, and a dazzling fine awn flashed in his eyes. Then he put on a starting gesture of communicating with others, and looked at the waste: "please."

"Then be careful!" Idleness gently responded. The short stick waved gently, but it drew a bright light. It was as light as nothing, and straight to Aaron's air hole.

In fact, the reason why he gave a refined steel short stick to a long was to see that the weapon that a long was really good at was a heavy sword, and the soft sword was really not suitable for him.

However, he doesn't have a heavy knife, but he has a short rod made of refined steel, which is similar to the heavy knife in both size and weight, so he will do so.

He respects Aaron as a strong man and wants to give him a fair chance to compete. Even so, it is almost impossible for Aaron to defeat him, but this is the glory of the strong.

A long has a stick in his hand, but he walks out of a move completely different from the soft sword. This is his strongest state.

In the past, in order to cater to Huzi and perfect the cooperation of Liangyi sword, his sword was strange and sudden. In fact, his real style was thick and solid.

However, different from the fury of tiger son, his massiness has a kind of golden mean, a style of martial arts, and has vaguely touched the meaning of Tao.

This is also the reason why he let idleness respect him. A real warrior must understand the way of the warrior.

The way of martial arts is not easy to kill and eat blood, but a kind of tolerance, an unyielding spirit of fighting against heaven and earth, and a mysterious way of being both an opponent and a friend with nature.

It's just a reckless man, not a warrior, who blindly shows off his strength and fights ruthlessly.

A long, however, is a warrior. He has his own principles. Although he is not very clear and has once helped tyrants, he burst out the heart of a warrior at the time of life and death.

At the moment, there was no trace of miscellaneous thoughts in his heart. Even life and death were not in his consideration. In his eyes, it was just a kind of Tao, a kind of Tao just realized.

He wasted the seemingly slow but fast refined steel short stick. In his eyes, it was infinitely magnified. He suddenly shouted, "come on!"

While talking, he didn't want to, so he swung a stick and smashed it down.

Such a move is not a move, but a meaning.

Idly watching him smash his refined steel short stick, a smile flashed in his eyes: "it's a pity that once you realize it, you are so refined!"

In the sigh, his eyes became bright, and his momentum soared in an instant. In the end, it was the spirit of war that ignited, and his clothes swelled without wind.

In the place with a strong sense of war, waste is laughing: "see if your strength is strong or my strength is strong!"

The steel bar was lifted up, but it met the steel bar smashed by Aaron.

"Dang!"

Under the loud sound of the aftersound, both waste and a long felt the numbness of the tiger's mouth and the shock of their arms.

In this fight, the two were evenly matched, and neither had the upper hand.

But if it's really important to talk about it, it's Aaron who takes advantage. After all, he's still prepared to hit from top to bottom, but he's still fighting passively.

From time to time, it can be said that a long has taken advantage, but in the case of taking advantage, it is still equal, and a long's face suddenly changed slightly.

However, it also revived his pride. After all, although he took the first opportunity to share equally, it told him a problem from another side, that is, if his moves are exquisite, there is not no chance of winning at all.

As soon as he read this, he couldn't help roaring: "take me another stick!"

He jumped up slightly with that stick. The steel rod crossed an arc in the void, and then hit the waste again from top to bottom.

This time, with the help of the potential of the void, he clenched his hands, and most importantly, he had a subtle back hand.

His eyes twinkled. He looked at the waste with great dignity. The steel rod that fell seemed to have a thousand forces and fell slowly.

"Come on!"

Waste is to hold one end with both hands, cross up the steel bar and put it on.

"Dang!"

Under a loud noise, the steel rod made a buzzing vibrato.

A long's fine light flashed slightly in his eyes, but he suddenly snorted. His body twisted slightly and took a step on his side. With his step, the short refined steel stick in his hand was like a light sword, stabbing the wasted rib at an incredible angle.

It has always been said that the rib is weak. In fact, the rib is the key position of the human body. Although the head end of the steel rod is not sharp, no one doubts that it is not much worse than the sword in the hands of a strong man like Aaron.

This is a kind of exquisite move, which is beyond people's expectation. It is obviously a exquisite move handed down from ancient times.

A breath of air-conditioning appeared in the waste. He wanted to hide, but there was no way to avoid, so his eyes narrowed slightly and sighed in his heart: "I underestimated the heroes in the world!"

Between words, it was too late for him to knock back, but he was not flustered. Instead, he quickly drew a pattern in the void with one hand.

This pattern is just a diagram of eight trigrams. Although it is complex, it is obvious that it has been painted many times in vain. It is extremely skilled. It has been painted in a flash.

Then he stretched out his finger and drank a little: "Taiji Xuanqing picture, disease!"

Strange to say, with his soft drink, the pattern drawn in the void was just like alive. Unexpectedly, the light twinkled and went straight to the sharp steel rod.

"Jump!" The steel bar touched the mysterious and clear picture of Tai Chi, but it was as if it stabbed a highly tenacious bullet net. After moving forward for a few minutes, it was difficult to enter inch by inch.

"This..."

Although Aaron knew that idleness was a friar, he was stunned that friar could be so wonderful. He had never seen or heard of it.

However, he didn't take the opportunity to attack, but took a step back and sighed: "I'm really ashamed. I didn't want to use magic, but I didn't want to use your moves. It's too subtle. It's beyond imagination, but I lost the wind!"

A long has returned to his mind at the moment. His eyes are dim, but he slowly said: "master, it's bad to say this. Fighting between life and death is all about making strange moves. Take it out with his strongest moves and kill his opponent. Therefore, the master has lost the wind. It's clear that he wants to give way."

When he said this, he suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed: "I regret it. I shouldn't be confused and the prosperity of the world. I shouldn't lose my heart. I let it go again and again, so that I ended up today. I regret it!"

A moment later, he sighed again: "if only I could realize one day earlier, but now, everything is late, ha ha..."

As he spoke, he laughed, but the laughter was pathetic, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Arbor, who had been watching all the time, was silly at the moment. Seeing that a long didn't fight, he sighed there. He couldn't help shouting: "master long, you fight, you don't necessarily lose!"

A long glanced at arbor and a touch of disdain flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't know that arbor killed Jiang Yu, arbor wanted to escape alone when he was entangled with tiger son in vain, but he had a deep memory.

His eyes did not stay on arbor, but turned to waste. His eyes were complex: "the power of the yuan family is far from imagination, but the master should be careful!"

"Actually..." he wasted time understanding why ah long had such an expression and said such words, so he stretched out his hand slightly to stop ah long, but he couldn't spread today's matter, so he didn't know how to go on.

When ah long saw his expression, he suddenly smiled, and then the blood had flowed out at the corner of his mouth.

His soft sword, unexpectedly, I don't know when, has been inserted into his heart.

His wasted eyes flickered for a long time before he gently sighed: "no loss is a good man!"