"Dang!" With a sound of golden sound, Xu Guoliang felt a numbness in his chest, and a strong force forced him to retreat five or six steps. He used his luck in his legs and dodged his feet. His feet sank more than two inches into the grass before he managed to stabilize his body. At this time, his right chest felt cold, and then a pain came. He subconsciously looked down and saw that a four-inch long cut was made on the right side of his front, which also injured his skin and flesh. Fortunately, it did not touch the vital parts, but the blood still covered a large area of his clothes. He secretly said that it was a close call, and looked up again. He saw Han Chengxin holding a knife in his hand, standing next to where he was just now, with the blade tangled and his fingers trembling slightly. Obviously, he blocked the sword of the short black man, but he failed to remove all the force, and the tip of the sword still cut a cut on Xu Guoliang's chest.
An expert can tell the outcome with just one move. Han Chengxin's expression was solemn. He had just fought with the opponent head-on, but he didn't gain any advantage. Instead, his arm was numb and his palm was in pain. The short black-clothed man's fatal sword was deflected by him, and his face was not good. He used the tip of the sword to hit Han Chengxin and said in a deep voice: "My friend's kung fu is good. He can actually take my sword head-on."
Han Chengxin did not speak. The murderous aura and overwhelming momentum emanating from the other party did not allow him to speak. He held the knife in his hand tighter and stared at the other party without blinking. The short man in black sneered, shook his wrist, and drew three sword flowers. He said coldly: "Try me again!" As he spoke, he turned his body to the side, raised his left heel, and stared hard with his toes. With the friction between the sole of his shoe and the grass, the whole person shot towards Han Chengxin like an arrow. At the same time, he thrust his right hand forward, and the short sword with a cold light pierced his neck and throat. What a fast sword! Han Chengxin had no time to think about anything else except this sentence flashed through his mind. He didn't even have the opportunity to block with his knife. He had no choice but to retreat. With a shout, Han Chengxin spread his arms and jumped back with all his strength. Just as his toes touched the ground, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a dazzling edge had already reached him. He sighed secretly and had no choice but to retreat again. The two of them moved forward and backward and instantly ran more than ten meters out of the field.
Xu Guoliang, Zhan Qi and Zhang Han were horrified. Fearing that he might be in danger, they picked up their weapons and chased after him.
The three men were not slow, but the tall man in black was even faster. His horse-pole-like figure rose high from the spot, and he dodged in the air and landed in front of the three men, blocking their way. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were gloomy and scary. The dagger in his hand was like a child's toy. He shook it gently and said in a calm tone: "None of you can leave today." Seeing that the old man was in a critical situation, Xu Guoliang and the other two had no time to talk nonsense with him. The three of them ate and lived together, and they knew each other very well. They had already communicated with each other. Without saying a word, they almost drew their swords at the same time, slashing at the tall man in black from the top, middle and bottom. They attacked quickly and powerfully, and any hit of their swords could make the man in black lose the ability to fight again.
The man in black sneered, inserted the short sword in his hand into the grass, lowered his head, bent his waist slightly, and easily dodged the knife that was coming towards him. At the same time, he made a lightning move, grabbed Zhang Han's wrist who was attacking him in the middle, pressed down hard, and used his palm to block Xu Guoliang's knife that was attacking him from the bottom. This move was poisonous and cruel, which was beyond the expectations of the three people. Xu Guoliang was even more shocked. Seeing Zhang Han's arm blocking in front of the man in black, and how much force he had used with the knife, he knew, "Ah!" He screamed, but the knife had already come out, and it was too late to retract the force, so he had to shake his arm with all his strength, hoping that the blade would change direction. With a "hiss", Xu Guoliang's knife did not cut off Zhang Han's arm, but cut a large cut that was more than five inches long and deep to the bone. Zhang Han was a tough guy. The huge pain in his arm made him grit his teeth, his eyes wide open, and he didn't scream out. The man in black shouted, holding onto his wrist, and with his other hand, he grabbed his belt. He exerted his strength with both arms and lifted him up over his head, shouting coldly, "Go ahead, my friend!"