Wu Shirui took out his long sword: "Use this one of mine? Although it's not expensive, it's much better than your broken sword."
Zhou Yuan shook his head.
At the same time, he pointed to his head and said calmly: "I rely on my brain. It doesn't matter what kind of sword I am. Swords are for those who are incompetent."
The bald man was in a state of excitement.
Zhou Yuan is more powerful than he thought. He is not even afraid of the Wandering Dragon Sword. As long as he wins this stage, his fame will spread throughout Lanchuan Continent.
"Master, a dragon cannot live without water. If you drown it with soil, it will die soon!" the bald man said loudly, pointing out Chen Hao's weakness.
Chen Hao almost went crazy.
These two guys obviously looked down on themselves and regarded themselves as fools. They couldn't stand it anymore and immediately stabbed them with their swords.
"Look at the sword!"
"Hide quickly!" The bald man had already hid beside the carriage, stretched out his head and looked at Zhou Yuan. This was so sharp that his skin felt pain, and he immediately shouted loudly: "Don't fight forcefully!"
Zhou Yuan turned slightly to one side.
He escaped Chen Hao's attack very easily. His clothes had been torn by the Dragon Sword, revealing the wheat-colored skin underneath: "Bald head, shut your stinky mouth!"
The bald man immediately covered his mouth and remained silent.
Chen Hao was quite proud.
Zhou Yuan's clothes were cut open as soon as he made a move, which showed that he still had some ability and was not a scumbag. His confidence immediately increased and he slashed across with his sword, still with a formidable momentum.
"Look where you are hiding?"
Ding dong!
Of course, Zhou Yuan couldn't dodge forever. He immediately took out his broken sword and blocked it in front of his chest. The two swords crossed each other and made a violent sound.
Chen Hao's sweat kept flowing down.
What's going on?
The Wandering Dragon Sword could not stop cutting at this broken sword. It seemed to be hindered and could not move forward at all. Could it be that it was also a precious sword?
"You big liar!" Chen Hao tried his best several times, but couldn't break Zhou Yuan's sword. He couldn't help complaining loudly: "I actually fell into your trap!"
Zhou Yuan said coldly: "What I don't like the most is lying. They say your Wandering Dragon Sword is very powerful, but I didn't expect it to be mediocre."
"You dare to look down on my Dragon Sword?" Chen Hao immediately took back his sword and waved it in the air several times. The Dragon Sword turned into a dragon and pounced directly on Zhou Yuan.
I dare not look at it with my bald head.
Zhou Yuan would definitely not be able to defeat Long, and they would not be able to escape Chen Hao's vicious hands. He already wanted to follow Zhou Yuan and looked back at Wu Shirui.
"Master Wu, run quickly!" The bald man had already drawn his long sword: "If you wait a little longer, it will be too late. Chen Hao is not someone to be trifled with."
Wu Shirui pointed in the air: "If I don't leave, Chen Hao may not be Brother Zhou's opponent. I have great confidence in him. He has the upper hand now."
The bald man followed Wu Shirui's gaze and immediately opened his mouth in surprise.
Zhou Yuan was riding on the dragon's head, holding the broken sword in his hand, and kept cutting the dragon's head. The dragon was already slowly landing, unable to fly at all.
Chen Hao's face was red, his hands were trembling slightly, and he shouted with all his strength: "Bite him to death, and you must not show mercy to him."
After hearing the master's command, the dragon began to writhe again, trying to throw Zhou Yuan to the ground.
But Zhou Yuan held his neck tightly, looked into his eyes, and stabbed him with his black sword, using all his strength.