Fan Xian's eyes showed a look of slight surprise, and he praised: "As expected, he is indeed worthy of being the master's disciple of Ku He, as expected, he is indeed worthy of being a strong man of the ninth rank, and he managed to defuse my offensive so easily." His expression was fake However, his words were somewhat truthful. Fan Xian knew very well that under the leadership of Uncle Wu Zhu, a crammer, he was indeed no match for the Haitang girl in front of him.
He took a step back, with a determined face, inserted the poisoned dagger into his boots, spread his right hand and said, "I'm not a girl's opponent in terms of weapons, please teach me your boxing skills."
Haitang was slightly startled, and slowly retracted the sword into its sheath. The sword she was carrying was not very long, so it was not easy to find the scabbard hidden in the clothes of the village girl that did not match her identity.
Fan Xian bowed his hands with a smile, kicked his toes on the ground, turned into a gray dragon unreasonably, and charged straight at the girl's body.
Haitang opened those extremely clear eyes. Since she became a teacher, she has picked many masters from the Northern Kingdom, but she has never encountered Fan Xian's style of fighting with such arrogance. Doesn't the other party know that this Waiting for the stupid sprint, he only needs to turn around a little, and he can fully grasp the initiative of the situation in the field
Originally, her teacher respected by the world did not entrust her with any other tasks, and even specifically told her not to make any unnecessary complications, but when Haitang saw that beautiful young man belittled her so much, she still couldn't help but her eyes lit up. Liang thought it would be a good choice to kill the other party right away.
Then she turned her heels slightly, and her center of gravity shifted back two inches.
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In a short time, Fan Xian had already rushed in front of her, and he punched straight at her with a no-frills punch, aiming at the bulging breasts under the calico dress.
When the fist was less than three inches away from Haitang's body, Haitang's body was like a willow branch, as if it was broken by the wind blowing from the fist, and the whole body fell backward miraculously, using his heels As the axis, a semicircle was drawn, and after a while, the whole person floated behind Fan Xian like a gust of wind, lightly raised his right palm, and slapped Fan Xian on the back of the head.
A seemingly simple movement, but under the reflection of Fan Xian's speed and the extremely short time at that time, it seemed extremely delicate.
And her random slap was like swiping a fly, she slapped it so casually, so naturally... It means that, for the perception of others, since the light slap was slapped, after the next moment, Of course, it would fall to the back of Fan Xian's head, making this generation of poets into a generation of poets in the underworld.
It's a pity that she misjudged Fan Xian's reaction speed, his powerful body control ability, and the domineering true energy in this young man's body.
So Fan Xian snorted, the foot in front had already stepped deeply into the soft meadow mud! If an ordinary person wanted to stop suddenly while rushing forward at such a high speed, the knee of his right foot would be broken into several pieces because he couldn't bear the force, but Fan Xian took advantage of the powerful counter-shock force to suddenly stop He stopped his figure.
Without even looking back, he pulled out the dagger from his boot with a snort, and stabbed it viciously with his backhand from his armpit!
The point of the black sword pointed towards that ethereal palm that seemed to carry a trace of immortal air!
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Haitang frowned, she didn't expect the young man in front of her to be so shameless! But she didn't feel the slightest panic in her heart. With a flick of her finger, she flicked to the side of the black dagger that looked like a poisonous snake in a flash. However, he still couldn't flick away the thorn that Fan Xian was concentrating on.
The basket that had been hanging in the crook of her left elbow swung over by a strange coincidence.
The long dagger pierced into the bamboo basket, and after a hissing sound, it turned into bamboo shavings all over the sky.
A faint fragrance accompanied by a puff of white smoke quickly diffused between the two. Haitang frowned again, held her breath, tipped her toes, and wanted to retreat temporarily, but unexpectedly, three crossbow arrows shot from the white smoke without sound, and when she found out, they were already a foot in front of her!
If it is an ordinary ninth-rank master, after the breath is slightly disturbed, he must close his breath immediately, and he will inevitably feel a little depressed in the chest and abdomen. If he suddenly encounters Fan Xian's crossbow shooting method, it may be difficult to escape. But Haitang is the legendary Tianmai person after all, she waved her hand coldly, and the calico scarf wrapped around her head opened with a bang, and spread flat in front of her cheeks, unmoved by the wind, like a block of iron.
Dangdang three crisp sounds, the three crossbow arrows seemed to hit the iron plate, shattered inch by inch, and the flowered towel in Haitang's hand also limply shattered into several pieces.
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So far, Fan Xian's sneak attack has all failed. Haitang slowly pulled out the short sword from her clothes, with a blank face, and threw it with her backhand. Like a bolt of lightning, the sword split through the faint poisonous smoke, followed a strange trajectory, and suddenly killed Fan Xian. before.
Fan Xian made a wrong hand, and the domineering true energy in his body rushed out. With a snap, he clamped the dagger in his palm, and felt a burning pain in his palm, knowing that the opponent's pure true energy was still attached to the blade, and it was extremely sharp. .
A shadow floated over, and Haitang's figure seemed to be less than an inch slower than the flying sword, and then came to Fan Xian's body, held the hilt of the sword very calmly, and turned it lightly.
Fan Xian let out a muffled snort, and his true energy flowed into both palms, making it impossible for Haitang's sword to reverse. Haitang frowned slightly, as if she was a little surprised that the zhenqi coming from the sword was so arrogant, but she didn't make any unnecessary movements, and naturally drew the sword out, stabbing back at Fan Xian's face.
The very simple and natural movement made Fan Xian feel an unavoidable thought, his palms hurt slightly, and the short sword he was holding had disappeared, but the next moment it came to his forehead.
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Haitang let out a low cry! His face was full of anger, and his whole body floated up.
Below her lower abdomen was the black dagger that Fan Xian had recreated out of nowhere.
Two young strong men, one standing on the meadow, the other flying in mid-air, Fan Xian's pungent sword made Haitang's natural sword return in vain, and her body flew quickly on Fan Xian's body. Turning around in a circle, the calico clothes on her body bloomed like flowers, a little dazzling.
Huazhong stretched out a hand and patted Fan Xian's chest.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes slightly, but he couldn't avoid it, and with his right palm, he patted the soft chest of the Begonia girl in the flower with a domineering spirit.
Haitang retreated again, and drew out the sword sideways. There were several ding ding sounds, and when the palm wind died down, the two sword tips collided countless times.
A moment later, Haitang slightly lowered her head, held the sword in her right hand, and slid back. The cloth towel covering her hair had already been broken into several pieces. At this time, her black hair was scattered like a waterfall. Although she was still wearing the coarse cloth clothes, the posture of holding the sword was as beautiful as that of the Nine Heavens Xuannv. Half country girl temperament.
On the other side, Fan Xian was staring at her, but his hand holding the dagger was trembling slightly. A sense of defeat rose in his heart, it was fine if his moves were not as good as this woman's, but even his domineering true energy that he was always proud of seemed to be completely at a disadvantage in front of this woman's indifferent and harmonious pure true energy.
In fact, Haitang was even more surprised. Since she was a teacher, she did not know how many masters she had. Fan Xian was obviously not the strongest person. His strength was at most the threshold of just entering the ninth rank—but the one who made herself the most embarrassed, It was Fan Xian.
Fan Xian just refuses to show weakness in front of women, this is the sourness in his bones. Haitang is a peerless powerhouse on the ninth rank. If he was facing Yan Xiaoyi, he might have escaped a long time ago, but facing a village girl, he was very strong and stupidly chose to attack.
Fortunately, his way of attacking is extremely shameless, which is completely different from the general battle of strong men.
Haitang stared at his handsome face, suddenly showed a look of disgust, and said: "Among the younger generation, Mr. Fan can be considered a master, but his technique is so shameless, how can he have any spirit of martial arts?"
That's right, Fan Xian said earlier that he would compete with fists and kicks, but he used a dagger to sneak attack. In the end, poisonous smoke and crossbow arrows, dragon claws grabbing milk hands, and street art to tease Yin swords were all used. Where is Haitang? I have seen such shameless people.
Fan Xian took a few breaths, subdued the slightly turbulent breath in his chest and abdomen, and said with a forced smile, "I've never been a martial arts master, so naturally I don't follow the rules of the world. Official, the girl is from the Northern Qi Dynasty, but now she trespasses into the country and stands on the land of our Qing Kingdom, as long as I arrest you and punish you, what method will I use?"
Haitang remained silent, seeming to agree with his explanation.
She slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, the unusually natural and beautiful breath began to grow stronger around her body, and the dew in the meadow beside her seemed to be jumping for joy, struggling to get off the grass The leaves turned into a light mist.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes, knowing that the palm he slapped on the opponent's chest and the stab he stabbed at the opponent's private parts made this generation's proud man really angry.
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Like a gust of wind blowing by, or like a ray of light passing by, the early morning spring breeze was blowing gently on the meadow, and the tip of Haitang's sword also followed the wind, and through the light and shadow, it stabbed at Fan again very softly and naturally. idle. This second strike was more gentle than before, but Fan Xian knew that it was also more dangerous.
His feet were a little numb, and the aftereffects of a night of fierce fighting finally reappeared, and facing a peerless powerhouse on the ninth rank, he knew that it was impossible for him to fight head-on with her, and he didn't have that strength.
So Fan Xian abandoned the dagger, retracted his palms, squinted his eyes slightly, and stopped attacking, relying on every trace of contact between his body's skin and the air, he began to avoid the natural dagger.
He had done this many years ago, when Wu Zhu was holding a wooden stick.
Today, he did it again, with a dagger in his opponent's hand.
Wuzhu could hit him, but Haitang...not Wuzhu, even if she was a peerless powerhouse on the ninth rank, she was still not as far away as Wuzhu.