Chu Tianshu said impatiently: "If you want to fight, just fight. Why is there so much nonsense?"
"You bastard, how dare you be so arrogant when a disaster is imminent?"
The man holding the hammer snorted heavily, "Stop being merciful."
The old man smiled coldly: "Young man, then go and die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped Chu Tianshu hard with another sharp palm.
The wind in the palm carries a biting coldness.
Chu Tianshu smiled disdainfully and waved his palm to meet the attack again.
Bang!
The wind in the palm stirs.
Chu Tianshu's figure swayed slightly.
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and fell back.
He flew back several meters, fell to the ground, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
"you wanna die!"
The man holding a sledgehammer exclaimed and strode forward.
He did not check the old man's condition first, but rushed straight towards Chu Tianshu, his steps heavy, like a human tank.
With a "hoo" sound, the big hammer hit Chu Tianshu's head hard.
Chu Tianshu's eyes narrowed, and he pulled out a long sword from the knife rest beside him and blocked it.
when!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The man swung the big hammer in a circle, and hit Chu Tianshu's head with ten times more power than the previous blow.
Chu Tianshu was too lazy to confront him, and a red flame bloomed between his eyebrows again. He used his sword as a knife and struck hard at the hammer.
Bang!
A loud sound of clashing energy was heard, and the sledgehammer in the man's hand flew out, making a big hole in the wall with a "boom" and disappearing without a trace.
The clothes on the man's body were torn apart like butterflies.
He took a few steps back with a thud, thump, thump, and fell down next to the old man, his eyes wide open in anger.
The man wanted to scold him, but when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he fell to the ground on his back, unconscious.
Chu Tianshu sheathed his sword and stood still, looking around the field, and said in a clear voice: "Aren't they the three masters?
Where’s the other one?”
"As expected of Murong Di's son. At such a young age, he can reach the level of the ninth level of Red Flame. No wonder he dares to go to extremes. It's so rare."
Liu Jiping's voice came from outside the door.
Then, a tall and thin woman walked in from outside.
She is tall, plump and has an excellent figure, but her face is also covered with a gauze, so Chu Tianshu cannot see her appearance.
Murong Di smiled calmly: "It's not bad, it won't embarrass me."
Although the words were very polite, the tone sounded a bit like Versailles.
Liu Jiping's eyes fell on Chu Tianshu and she said in a deep voice: "Are we going to play a third game?"
Chu Tianshu shrugged: "Of course."
Liu Jiping looked at Murong Di: "The swordsman's cultivation is so extraordinary that your son cannot compete with him. Are you sure you want him to take the risk?"
Murong Di smiled calmly: "My son, he can lose, but he can't be a coward."
"A good person can lose and not be a coward."
Liu Jiping said coldly: "Although I have reached the point, you must be clear..."
At this point, her tone became colder again: "The sword has no eyes!"
Chu Tianshu smiled: "Thank you, Pavilion Master Liu, for reminding me. I will be careful."
"good."
Liu Jiping said in a deep voice: "Jian Sheng."
As soon as he finished speaking, a skinny man in his early thirties walked out holding a long sword.
He walked leisurely in front of Liu Jiping, hammered his chest with his right fist, and saluted Liu Jiping respectfully.
Liu Jiping nodded lightly: "Go and ask the young master of the Chu family for advice."
The man Liu Jiping called the swordsman came to Chu Tianshu and hit his chest with his right fist again.
Chu Tianshu found it quite interesting when a woman saluted in this way.
When a man does this to him, Mr. Chu is no longer so patient.
He said impatiently: "Okay, okay, if you want to be beaten, hurry up. I have something to do after the beating."
The swordsman was not angry. He looked at the long sword in his hand, and then at the ordinary long sword that Chu Tianshu had taken from the martial arts hall, and said unhurriedly: "My sword is much better than yours."
, I don’t want to take advantage of you, so I’d better get another sword.”
After saying that, he walked towards the knife rest.
Chu Tianshu smiled coldly: "Swords are neither good nor bad. What is good or bad is the one who wields the sword."
The tip of his sword pointed at the swordsman: "Don't bother, just take action."
"Arrogant!"
The swordsman unsheathed his sword and slowly pointed it at Chu Tianshu.
Although the speed seemed very slow, Chu Tianshu felt a strong pressure.
As the long sword was raised, red flames lit up between Jiansheng's eyebrows.
By the time he pointed his sword at Chu Tianshu, the red flame between his eyebrows had turned into a blue flame.
Brilliant!
Almost at the same time that the blue flame appeared on the swordsman's eyebrows, he flicked his wrist, and then the power of the sword surged.
Chu Tianshu only felt sword shadows filling the sky, and sharp sword energy coming towards him.
Chu Tianshu narrowed his eyes, and a bright blue flame spread out between his eyebrows. Then he stretched his sword forward and placed it on Jiansheng's sword spine.
The sword shadow that filled the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Looking at the blue flame between Chu Tianshu's eyebrows, Liu Jiping suddenly lost her composure and lost her voice in surprise: "Blue flame cultivation?
How can this be?"
"Why is it impossible?"
The corners of Murong Di's lips curled up, "Your subordinates can be first-grade blue flames, but my son can't be?"
Liu Jiping subconsciously said: "Jiansheng is a martial arts genius..."
Murong Di snorted and interrupted: "Can't I give birth to a martial arts genius?"
Liu Jiping was speechless.
The swordsman's wrist shook, trying to shake off the long sword attached to his sword.
At the same time, he raised his left hand, and a dagger came out of his sleeve and stabbed directly into the vital part of Chu Tianshu's neck.
Chu Tianshu snorted coldly, lowered his right hand, and then quickly raised the sword tip upwards, hitting Jiansheng's dagger.
With two "dang-dang" sounds, Chu Tianshu's two swords were bounced away by Chu Tianshu almost at the same time.
Before the swordsman could change his moves, the tip of Chu Tianshu's sword was already pressed against his neck.
Jiansheng's movements suddenly froze.
A trace of despair appeared on his face, and he sighed: "I lost."
Chu Tianshu shrugged and threw the long sword in his hand: "I thought there were some masters, just like this?
Really boring."
The long sword he threw accurately inserted into the knife holder on the wall.
Liu Jiping's face was covered with black gauze, so her expression could not be seen.
After a while, she turned towards the direction of Murong Di and said coldly: "You did give birth to a good son."
Murong Di smiled: "Thank you, Sister Ping, for the compliment."
Then, Liu Jiping said quietly: "If my child is still alive, he will definitely not be worse than your son."
Murong Di couldn't answer this.
She lifted the teacup to her lips and took two sips.
Chu Tianshu said: "I believe that Pavilion Master Liu will keep his promise."
Liu Jiping said in a deep voice: "I keep my word, you can take him away."
Chu Tianshu hugged his fists: "Thank you very much."
Liu Jiping snorted coldly: "But he'd better not fall into my hands next time."