Nan Xing and Tang Yu came to an open space a few miles away from the city. The Xingxiu official who was walking in front stopped, turned around, looked at the cat demon who had also stopped, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Let's say it first, if I win, you have to answer honestly." Do you dare to ask my question?"
"Heh, why didn't you dare?" Tang Yu felt that there was nothing he dared to do, and he only wanted to teach the "hypocrite" who had made a sneak attack a good lesson, and also to see how powerful he is now.
"Hmph! Don't go back on your word." Nan Xing said as he took out his long sword and slowly pointed it at Tang Yu.
"Huh! You don't regret it." Tang Yu pulled out the silver blade from his waist, held it high above his head, and chopped it down with all his strength. After being infused with power, the silver blade exuded a dazzling light, and with Tang Yu's demonic aura, it went straight to Nanxing.
Nan Xing, who had seen Tang Yu fight Seven Kills before, didn't want the cat to still have this move, stepped back half a step, raised his hand to cover his eyes, waited for the force to approach, and then jumped away to the side. Of course Tang Yu wouldn't let him go like this. When Nan Xing jumped away, he also jumped up, condescendingly slashing again. Nan Xing raised his sword to block it, thinking that with his own strength, this blow to the crotch is definitely more than enough. Dang, the weapons collided with each other, and the vigor of both sides hit the other's face, which was painful. Even so, the feeling of fighting has already made Tang Yu's blood boil, and the smile increased the release of evil spirit, and the desire to win made it more domineering than Nan Xing in terms of momentum.
That is a gesture of letting go. Should we avoid its edge first, or face it? As the head of the Shangfu star officials, the glory and fame made Nan Xing choose the latter without hesitation. Of course, how could he give this little monster the upper hand. Continue to urge the force to compete with it until it is stronger than the monster, and shake it away with a bang.
The cat somersaulted in mid-air and bounced backwards, but Nan Xing's strength still made it fall back a lot after landing. Tang Yu carried the knife behind his back, and rubbed his other hands and feet against the ground, leaving a long trace on the ground. After stabilizing his figure, Tang Yu didn't get up, but still half-prostrated, raised his head, with an excited smile on his face, "The number one star official in the Shangfu is indeed more exciting than the seven kills."
Nan Xing did not respond, and raised his sword at Tang Yu. This time it was him who moved forward first, and in the blink of an eye, he was only two or three steps away from Tang Yu. Tang Yu just waited for him to arrive, swung the silver blade and opened it with him. Different from the moves used by Xuanyuan, Nan Xing's swordsmanship is dexterous and smooth. Whether it is maintaining its position or playing a close-up game, it is just right. There are many tricks in its hands, and it will fly up and kick from time to time. It is impossible to guard against. Yu was hit several times, his arm was cut by the sword, and his ribs were kicked sorely. Mao'er gritted her teeth, her eyes were fierce. Of course she was not convinced by the loss, especially when she boasted a lot. Nan Xing was laid back, interjecting between attacks to provoke it, "Why, this is the end of the skill? Then I'm not polite." As he spoke, his moves became sharper.
"Humph!" In the past, Mao'er would have been the most excited, but now, with the experience in Huangquandao and the teachings from Chonghua, it seems more stable. How did Chonghua fight Beixiang at that time? Tang Yu, who didn't feel the disadvantage at all, is now imitating it. Even if there are more scars on his body, even if he gets bored from being kicked, he will quickly slow down and fight Nan Xing again. It seemed that Nan Xing was in the limelight on the scene, but Tang Yu's firm eyes never changed, and the moves of his subordinates could not be slowed down, but Nan Xing's face became more and more ugly. This cat demon showed flaws all over his body, but let He can't be beaten in one fell swoop.
Is the injury not serious enough? Is the pain not enough to make its spirit tired? Or all these make it more excited? No, I have a purpose to fight it, and I can't let this monster turn the competition into a fight and disrupt his original plan. Nan Xing's face darkened, and even his eyes became serious.
Tang Yu was still full of flaws and was hurt from time to time. At this moment, his abdomen was kicked again, and his body hunched in reflex. Just as he resumed his standing posture, he saw Nan Xing's sword stabbing straight at his throat. The cat's eyes were wide open, staring at the edge of the sword, and he swiped his left foot back a little, stepped on the ground, and threw the knife in his hand into the air, freed his hands to grab the sword, and kicked Nan Xing's hand with one turn. head. Seeing it kicking, Nan Xing's knees sank, he lowered his body, looked up at Tang Yu's legs passing by in front of his eyes, then turned around, and was about to withdraw the sword, but felt a sharp pain in his wrist, it was Tang Yu After receiving the dagger that fell from the sky, he stabbed it hard, piercing his wrist.
Nan Xing suffered from pain, his hands lost strength, and the long sword fell down. He had no choice but to jump away a little bit, using his left hand to support the back of his right hand, staring blankly at the short knife above. Tang Yu succeeded in one move, but instead of chasing after him, he picked up the long sword that Nan Xing had dropped, fiddled with it twice, and pointed at him, "You can try another long sword."
Hearing what it said, Nan Xing pursed his lips, turned his eyes to stare at the cat demon, and said every wordSaid, "Silver blade, Chonghua gave you all the weapons." Of course Nan Xing had seen Chonghua's self-defense weapons. The weapons in the mountains and seas were all made of copper, but Chonghua's silver blade was made of cold iron. It is not much better than Xuanyuan Sword, the cold front is dazzling, which is amazing.
"Hmph! You have some knowledge." Tang Yu still pointed at him and took two steps forward.
The Xuanyuan family got the Taiyu Sword and acquired the ability, which made Nan Xing defeat in front of his subordinates and lost all face. This time, the cat demon had Zhonghua's silver blade again, which made him feel embarrassed again. Nan Xing's body trembled a little, which was an expression of anger. Lost in the hands of this monster he looked down upon. The energy of the whole body radiated out, which may be stronger than the current Xuanyuan, and even the dust on the ground swirled up, his eyes stared at Tang Yu, and the original plan and the tasks assigned by the government were thrown away. In the back of his mind, right now, he only thought of teaching this monster a severe lesson, even if he wanted to kill it, he would not hesitate to do so.
Feeling the aura emanating from Nan Xing, Mao'er just chuckled, "Come on." Chonghua's teachings have achieved remarkable results in himself, and Mao'er was very happy. Next, it will be like a broken bamboo, right?
"Hmph!" Pulling out the silver blade from his wrist, blood spattered and stained his sleeves red. However, because of his resentment, Nan Xing no longer felt the pain. He held the knife and took a stance, ready to fight again.
The battle was about to break out, but it was a pity that Cheng Yaojin came out at this time, "Yu'er! What are you doing!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com