The swordsman with black hair ten years ago and only a few ten years later was holding a dead tree at this moment, but he was like holding a magic weapon. Both the sharpness and the eyes were so sharp that it made people feel terrifying.

The one-eyed beggar at the entrance of the cave picked up a dog-beating stick from the entrance of the cave, danced a stick flower slightly, and grinned and said, "My swordsmanship, there are not many people in the world who can pass a few moves. I won't bully a junior like you. I have only practiced this stick method for three or four years. I don't have any fancy names. I call it dog-beating, and occasionally use it to beat monkeys."

Jian Wuzheng frowned and shook his head: "No."

He said no, but the agility skill he had mastered from the crowd of people who had struggled to death suddenly rushed forward and stabbed the opponent in the chest with a sword.

When the beggar rushed forward, his legs bent slightly, and the wooden stick danced with a strong wind. As soon as the dead branches arrived, they swept it across, then pushed it aside and stabbed the tail of the stick straight. If it was stabbed firmly, Jian Wuming would also be a regressive and vomiting blood.

However, although Jian Wuzheng had not fought with others for several years, he had been in contact with those masters who used sticks when he was looking for his daughter. After this sweep, he knew that the next step was probably the straight stab of the stick.

Although the dead branches are slightly off, people also follow the sword and avoid the sudden attack.

The beggar seemed to be able to avoid this stick with Jian Wujian. It was no wonder. After all, when he met in this mountain for ten years, this person had excellent internal strength and sword skills. After ten years, it was not accidental that he could avoid a stick that he had not done his best.

The two brothers of the Xue family were watching the two of them coming and going, and they couldn't help but sweat. They had seen the inner strength of the benefactor. How terrible it is to be a person who was able to abduct his daughter from the benefactor's family ten years ago, but now he can fight with the benefactor with a stick and even gain the upper hand.

Xue Meng gently rubbed his chest and gasped, while grinning, "Brother, I won't be in vain to see such a master duel."

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of gravel suddenly shot out from the other end. If Xue Yong had not used all his strength to swing the strongest knife in his life, he would have almost couldn't stop the stone's power.

However, although the stone blocked the sword of my brother, it also curled the eldest brother's blade. Look at it, it should have to go back to the furnace.

Xue Yong smiled bitterly and pulled his brother to take a few steps to the hole behind him. When the gods fought, the miscellaneous fish were still far away. This was a fatal danger.

The beggar deliberately picked up the stone with a stick to make the bald man slightly distracted. Who would have thought that the bald man seemed to have no concern about the life and death of the two men, let alone to stop him, even the sword force had never been chaotic.

This test naturally showed that the two of them were just passers-by who met by chance. The beggars naturally would not make things difficult for them anymore.

Jian Wuzheng's sword momentum also takes a big way to go, paying attention to a forward momentum. It was nothing before, and the beggar even had a slight advantage. When Jian Wuzheng gradually heated up his blood, the sword momentum would rush faster, and the momentum would be even more like snow.

With seventeen swords in a row, the last eighteenth move was like a Milky Way, and suddenly hit the stick in the beggar's hand. The beggar shook all over and his face turned slightly red. It was obviously difficult to take on this move. But no matter what, this move was taken.
Chapter completed!