"Of course it's a comparison of skills on the sword!" Scar Liu patted the sword hanging on his waist and said. ≤≤小≤ said,
"Okay, how do you plan to compete?" Ma San continued to ask cautiously.
"It's very simple. There is a willow tree outside the door. We each take a willow leaf and use a knife. Whoever can separate the willow leaf from the middle and cut it neatly will win!" Scar Liu pointed to the door.
Ma San looked at the willow tree that had just sprouted new leaves more than ten feet away from the door. After pondering for a moment, he said: "The competition is more fair. We use the same knife. This proposal was made by you, and you come first."
"Haha, Ma San, you should be cautious, it doesn't matter, just do as you say!" Dao Scar Liu laughed, agreed, and then called one of his men to pick two willow leaves that were about the same size.
The willow leaf was placed on the table, and Scar Liu still asked confidently: "Ma San, do you think you should use your knife or my knife?"
Ma San did not make a choice, but instead found another way: "Don't use any of ours, boss, bring the kitchen knife from your kitchen!"
"This, this is not good!" The boss was an honest man who looked to be in his forties. When he heard Ma San's instructions, he hesitated for a moment.
"Go if I tell you to, and I'll give you some more money later!" Seeing the boss's hesitation, the young man immediately urged him loudly, appearing very impatient.
The boss seemed unable to resist, and finally went into the kitchen and quickly took out a greasy kitchen knife.
Scar Liu didn't pay any attention to the greasy knife. He just wiped it with a piece of cloth and tried his hand. Then he picked up a willow leaf and threw it into the air, and then the knife fell with his hand.
Everyone only saw a flash of cold light, and then the willow leaf turned into two halves and fell to the table.
The two halves of the willow leaves are cut almost from the root of the middle leaf. Although there is a slight deviation, it is already very neat. This long willow leaf can be cut like this with one knife. I can only say that this knife
Scar Liu's kung fu has really reached its peak.
"Ma Congfang, you didn't ask him, did you?"
Faced with such sword skills, the young man hesitated a little. After all, the opponent's skills were too superb, and he was worried that he would lose.
"I will do my best!" Ma San was really unsure at this time. Originally, he thought that Scar Liu would do anything. After all, with his real skills, the other party was really inferior to him. But now, with this move, he
I'm afraid it really depends on luck.
Taking the kitchen knife handed over by Scar Liu, looking at Scar Liu's confident expression, Ma San could only take a deep breath to calm down quickly.
I dug out every bit of it and imprinted it on my mind again.
It took some time for Ma San to do this. Scar Liu, who thought he had a chance to win, was not in a hurry, but someone under him could not help shouting: "Ma San, the broth is almost cold, are you ready?"
No matter what, if it doesn’t work, just admit defeat, don’t hold on!”
If Scar Liu said something, Ma San would only snort coldly, but even one of his subordinates dared to say this, so Ma San immediately glared at him and was about to get angry.
But before he could say anything, the man who had just spoken suddenly dropped the teacup in his hand and broke into pieces. Then he covered his stomach and his face turned extremely pale.
"Not good. Lao Wu is poisoned!"
The people around the man immediately screamed in panic when they saw him in this condition.
When Scar Liu saw this, he was furious. He immediately pulled out the sword from his waist and shouted: "Ma San, how dare you poison us!"
Scar Liu's questioning voice had not yet finished. When Ma San was about to explain, suddenly two people fell down behind him one after another. Then one after another, people from both sides covered their stomachs and fell down.
"The tea is poisonous!" Ma San shouted. At this time, he finally understood. Then he also drew his sword and stared at the seemingly honest and honest shopkeeper with two tiger eyes.
The shopkeeper still had an honest smile on his face, but now in the eyes of Ma San and Dao Scar Liu, this smile had become completely different, and even made people feel more frightened.
"Who is your Excellency? You dare to ambush us? Aren't you afraid of the General's Mansion and Li Shangshu?" Scar Liu no longer confronts Ma San at this moment. Now they have turned from enemies to comrades in an instant. After all, they just wanted to bet.
After fighting, only he, Ma San, and the young master of the Li family who didn't like the tea here were still standing.
Of course, this refers to the two parties of the motorcade. At this moment, the individual travelers who had been forced out of the house to rest under the pergola because of the arrival of the two parties all came in, but each of them looked at the three people eagerly.
, what the purpose is is obviously self-evident.
"Ma San, Scar Liu, we know your identities very well. The only one to blame is Ma San. Among the things transported this time, there are treasures that my master needs. As for Scar Liu, you are unlucky." At this time.
, the shopkeeper completely took off his disguise.
"Ma San, let's go separate ways!" Scar Liu shouted, grabbing the chopsticks on the table and shooting them towards the people in front of him.
Those things that were originally used for eating suddenly turned into hidden weapons. The two people at the front had at least five or six sticks inserted into their bodies and died.
Scar and Liu Baodao opened the way, literally cutting a path, and Ma San followed closely behind him, protecting the left and right, and led the young master out.
Surrounded by people, countless swords were handed to him, Scar Liu suddenly felt that the days when he followed the general to fight on the battlefield many years ago were back. At this moment, he seemed to have become a general among thousands of armies again. The long-lost bloody
Returning to him again, although he was trapped in a tight siege, he became more and more courageous as he fought.
The people surrounding them were of varying abilities, and Scar Liu targeted the weak ones. Just by rushing to the door, he already had five or six lives in his hands.
Finally, he slashed several times in succession, avoiding the so-called shopkeeper, and rushed out of the house in one breath. When he reached the pergola, he looked at the official road next to him and thought about where to run next.
Suddenly, a spear emerged from the heavy rain and penetrated his chest directly. Scar Liu didn't even react, but his heart was already broken.
"Damn it, you forced me to do this!" Seeing Scar Liu die like this, Ma San roared, and used his inner strength to strike a few crazy moves, and then suddenly took out a wooden sword hilt from his arms.
At first glance, the wooden sword hilt looked quite old. There was a groove in the middle, and there was nothing else except a red stone inlaid on it. But after Ma San sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, in an instant, the sword hilt
The red stone lit up, and a red flame, the so-called sword blade, emerged from the hilt. (To be continued.)
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