Chapter 542

"Of course, it's more Kung Fu than the sword!" Scar Liu patted the treasure Dao hanging on his waist.

"Yes, how are you going to compare it?" Ma San continued cautiously.

"It's very simple. There's a willow tree outside the door. We'll take a willow leaf from each other, and we'll all have a knife. Who can separate the willow leaves from the middle, and the one who cuts the most neatly will win!" Scar Liu points to the road outside the door.

Ma San looked at the willow tree which had just given birth to new leaves more than ten feet away from the door. After pondering for a moment, Ma San said, "to be more fair, we use the same knife. You said this proposal. You come first."

"Ha ha, Ma San, you are cautious. It doesn't matter. Just do as you say." Scar Liu laughed, agreed, and then called a hand down to pick two similar willow leaves.

Willow leaves on the table, scar Liu still confidently asked: "Ma San, do you think to use your knife, or my knife?"

Ma San didn't make a choice. Instead, he found a new way: "don't use any of ours, boss. Bring your kitchen knife from the kitchen!"

"Well, that's not good! "The boss is an honest man who seems to be in his forties. When he heard Ma San's order, he hesitated for a moment.

"If you want to go, I'll give you more money later!" Seeing that the boss was hesitant, the young man immediately urged him out of patience.

The boss seems to be recalcitrant, finally entered the kitchen, quickly took out a little greasy kitchen knife out.

Scar Liu didn't care about the greasy knife at all. He just wiped it with a cloth, then tried his hand, then picked up a willow leaf and threw it into the air. Then he raised the knife and dropped it.

They only saw a flash of cold light, and then the willow leaves became two and fell on the table.

The two halves of the willow leaf are almost cut from the middle leaf root. Although there is a slight deviation, it is also very neat. This long willow leaf can be cut in this way with one knife. It can only be said that the skill of the scar Liu has reached the peak.

"Ma Gong, did you not ask him?"

In the face of such a sword technique, the young man hesitated. After all, the opponent's skill was so superb that he was afraid of losing.

"I'll do my best!" Ma San has no foundation at this time. Originally, he thought that scar Liu would do something. After all, with his real Kung Fu, the other party is a little inferior to himself. But now, just this hand, I'm afraid he has to rely on luck.

After taking the kitchen knife from scar Liu, looking at scar Liu's confident expression, Ma San can only take a deep breath to calm down quickly. In his mind, he finds out all the things he has learned from his master when he was a child, and prints them in his mind again.

Ma San naturally took some time to do so. Liu, who thought he was winning, was not in a hurry. However, someone under him couldn't help shouting: "Ma San, the broth is getting cold. Are you ready or not? If you can't, just give up. Don't hold on!"

If scar Liu said something, Ma San would snort coldly at most, but one of his subordinates dared to say this. Ma San immediately glared at him and was about to get angry.

But he did not speak out, the man who had just opened his mouth suddenly dropped the teacup in his hand and broke it. Then he covered his stomach and turned pale after brushing.

"No, five is poisoned."

The people around the man, seeing his situation, immediately cried out in panic.

Scar Liu saw this, immediately angry, waist sword immediately took out, drink: "Ma San, you dare to poison us!"

Scar Liu's questioning voice has not dropped. Ma San is preparing to explain when suddenly two people fall down behind him, and then the two sides fall down one after another.

"Poisonous in tea!" Ma San had a big drink. At this time, he finally understood. Then he took out his Sabre and his two tiger eyes glared at the seemingly honest and honest shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper still has a simple and honest smile, but at the moment, this smile in the eyes of Ma San and scar Liu has become completely different, even more frightening.

"Who in the end is your excellency who dares to ambush us? Are you not afraid of the general's office and Li Shangshu?" Scar Liu no longer confronts Ma San. Now they have changed from hostility to comrades in arms. After all, he, Ma San and Li's young master, who can't see the tea here, are still standing.

Of course, this refers to the two sides of the motorcade. At the moment, the casual visitors who were forced to rest under the awning because of the arrival of the two sides all came in, but each of them was eyeing at the three people, and the purpose was obvious.

"Ma San, scar Liu, what identity are you? We know very well. If you want to blame Ma San, there are treasures that my master needs in the goods delivered by Ma San. As for scar Liu, it's your own misfortune." At this time, the shopkeeper completely removed his disguise.

"Ma San, let's go separately!" Scar Liu shouts, grabs the chopsticks on the table and shoots at the people in front of him.Those who used to eat suddenly turned into concealed weapons. The two most advanced people had at least five or six sticks in their bodies and died.

Scar Liu Baodao opens the road, so it really splits a road, and Ma San follows him closely, protecting his left and right, and taking the young master to protrude.

Surrounded by people, countless swords are handed over to him. Scar Liu suddenly feels that the days of fighting with the general have come back many years ago. Now he seems to be the general of the whole army again, and the blood that has been lost for a long time comes back to him again. Although he is deeply besieged, he is more brave in the war.

The encircling people are different in strength and strength. Scar Liu specially deals with the weak. He just rushes to the door. There are already five or six lives in his hands.

Finally, he cut several knives in a row, avoiding the so-called shopkeeper, and rushed out of the room to the arbor. When he looked at the official road beside him and thought about where to run next, suddenly a long gun swung out of the heavy rain, and the water dripped out of his chest. Liu didn't even have the scar It's broken. It's a reaction.

"Damn it, you forced me!" Seeing the scar, Liu was so dead. Ma San roared and cut out several moves at the expense of his internal force. Then he suddenly took out a wooden sword handle from his arms.

At first glance, the wooden hilt was rather old. There was a groove in the middle of it, and there was no other than a piece of red stone on it. But just after Ma San's injection of blood essence, the red stone of the handle lit up, and a red flame burst out of the handle. The so-called sword blade came out of the hilt.

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