Thirteen violent slashes were slashed in succession. Liu Jun's body was like a swimming fish, moving swiftly among the lights and shadows of the swords. Although he did not receive any attacks on his body, Liu Jun's face still became solemn.
Sure enough, I was still a bit inferior when it came to facing Xiantian.
Although it seemed that the attack of the Hu leader did not threaten Liu Jun, Liu Jun understood that it was just a look.
Although he couldn't hit himself, he was able to dodge while still not having the ability to break away from the battle circle. If this state continued, the final result would be that he would be consumed to death.
Do you want to fight to get out of the battle with injuries?
No, as long as the leader of the barbarians makes a sudden advance, he will be pulled into the battle circle again, so trying to get injured is just a useless effort.
Liu Jun didn't even dare to extend the fighting time. You know, emotions come and go quickly. Now this angry opponent can be said to be in the most powerful situation at present. If he waits until he vents his emotions and regains calm, things will not be the same.
It's easy to handle.
How to deal with an angry opponent? Of course, avoid his attacks and attack his exposed weaknesses.
What to do if there is no flaw? If you reveal a flaw first, the angry opponent will instinctively attack the flaw you reveal.
Liu Jun gritted his teeth, stopped dodging, and rushed towards the Hu leader, waving his long sword to attack the Hu leader.
In just a blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged more than thirty sword blows. Their nerves were so tight that even breathing was a luxury.
At this moment, their eyes were staring at each other's eyes, but one side was excited, the other was furious, and the moves in their hands were all based on instinct.
No one will stop at this moment, no one dares to stop, it depends on who can persist longer.
The leader of the Hu people gradually became excited. He had already felt that Liu Jun's strength and speed had begun to gradually decline.
Although he also feels uncomfortable, this kind of extreme speed fighting is more beneficial to those with a stronger foundation.
The 100 swords had passed, and the leader of the barbarians felt a burning pain in his chest. This was because the strenuous activity had exhausted the oxygen stored in his lungs, and his body was sending a signal to himself that it was thirsty for oxygen.
The leader of the Hu people continued to insist, knowing that Liu Jun was suffering more than him.
Sure enough, Liu Jun's face turned red from suppressing it, and the movements of his hands began to become chaotic. He knew that when the time came, as long as he gave Liu Jun a gap, Liu Jun would never be able to control his body's instincts.
His movements slowed down a little. He saw Liu Jun's eyes light up. He was fighting with an injured arm, and he was still using his sword with his right hand. He moved back with all his strength. He was still in mid-air, and he couldn't wait to open his mouth and start.
breathe.
Chance!
The leader of the Hu people sheathed his sword, slightly arched his body, and took a deep breath into his lungs. Time slowed down, and he stared at the slowly falling Liu Jun without blinking, and once again entered the stance of drawing his sword.
His heart has completely calmed down and there will be no more changes.
When Liu Jun's body began to fall, the barbarian leader rushed out.
Draw the sword - cut.
A curved blue moon slashed out diagonally, blood splashed, Liu Jun flew far away, and fell to the ground, stained red.
As the dust fell, the onlookers gradually saw clearly what was going on inside.
One is standing and the other is lying down, the situation is already obvious.
Ouyang's face was full of disbelief, how could he die?
Liu Jun had established an undefeated image in his mind during this period, but now there were signs of collapse.
A tall figure beside him roared and rushed forward. It was Liu Ruomei. The little fat boy Tong Baixiong also rushed out crying, and of course his little friend Dongfang Bai.
The barbarians also began to make a commotion, and Lu Guan quickly brought people forward to comfort them, but he was not sure whether they would run away now if Liu Jun was really dead.
The distance of nearly 100 meters only takes four to five seconds.
Liu Ruomei ignored it, ran up behind the barbarian leader, and slashed out with her sword. She even hugged herself and was killed by the enemy's casual counterattack.
But her knife actually cut on the body of the Hu leader. Although it seemed that because the body of the innate master was different, it only opened a small wound in the flesh. But with her strength, the Hu leader's body was cut.
The body flew out, and a round thing fell to the ground.
That was the head of the barbarian leader. Even though he was dead, his face still showed dissatisfaction.
Liu Ruomei was stunned for a moment, then realized that if the leader of the Hu people was dead, then Liu Jun was still alive.
She ran towards Liu Jun with a face full of anxiety, and at a glance she saw Liu Jun lying on the ground. Although there was a wound on his chest, his skin was curled up, but he still looked at her with that gentle smile on his face.
She couldn't control her tears and cried all of a sudden.
Tong Baixiong was originally crying, but when he came over and saw that Liu Jun was fine, he felt a little embarrassed. He wiped his tears and smiled through his tears. He jumped and shouted to the onlookers: "Boss is fine."
Dongfang Bai, who followed, also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after, Liu Jun was carried and placed on a soft couch, and the people around him had smiles on their faces.
Hu Luo had some fear on his face. If Liu Jun died, his fate would never be good. Now that he thought of his brother's power, his legs were still weak.
But then he thought about it, Liu Jun, who killed his brother, was not yet innate. If he reached the innate realm, how powerful would he be? Thinking of this, he looked at Liu Jun with even more earnest eyes.
But at this moment, Liu Jun was surrounded by his friends, and he couldn't get a word in.
The fat boy Tong Baixiong, who had seen Xiantian attack with all his strength, his eyes shone: "Boss, that Xiantian is so powerful, how did you kill him?"
Liu Jun has become somewhat accustomed to the ever-changing names Tong Baixiong calls him.
Thinking of what happened just now, he was also a little scared.
"With my strength, I am still inferior to him. If I want to defeat him, I have to either use my strengths and avoid weaknesses, or attack the opponent's weaknesses. But my strongest point is only as different as him. I can only find him."
There are no obvious flaws, but he also came from fighting, so there are no obvious flaws, so I can only use myself as bait to take a gamble."
When he said this, there was a bit of joy on his face: "The result is that I won the bet, he died and I was injured."
Suddenly, he remembered something and raised his body with difficulty: "Go and find my Mingyue Sword. If it hadn't been for it today, I would have been injured more than this."
"Here it is," a female voice said, and the hilt of the Mingyue Sword was handed over. Liu Jun quickly took it and thanked him profusely.
He carefully examined it in the moonlight and found that a gap the size of a sesame seed had been made on the sword's blade at some point. Liu Jun gasped in distress.
After checking it again, he sighed, inserted the sword into the scabbard and put it in his arms.
He felt something was wrong, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Following everyone's gaze, he looked back.
A woman dressed in white as snow and veiled in gauze stood quietly behind her.