"Good job!" Xue Xiang pulled off a corner of his shirt and simply wrapped the wound on his hand. His face was calm and he didn't seem to be annoyed at all by Han Baji's sneak attack. ( ). In fact, Xue Xiang was really not annoyed.
, the two of them were fighting to the death just now, how could they hold back. Han Baji didn't draw his sword, Xue Xiang could break his calf into two pieces with one palm, no one would lose a leg just for the sake of face.
Everyone ridiculed Han Baji as just farting, but Xue Xiang's praise made his face pale and slightly red. Han Baji was a proud guy, and this soft sword was his belt. He had hidden it for many years and never used it. Today
Although he saved one of his legs, he only hurt his face.
"You are a good person and I don't want to take advantage of you. I'll give you time to choose a weapon and look at the swords, guns, swords and halberds of the boys behind you. I brought a lot, enough for you to pick one." Han Baji stood with his sword behind his back, as if
If you don't take advantage of the situation and attack forcefully, you will save your previous face and dignity.
"To deal with you, use - no -!" Xue stretched out his index finger towards the hand wrapped in cloth and shook it, extremely frivolous.
Han Baji was so angry that his face turned black: "You are seeking death! To tell you the truth, I got the name Baji from this Baji Sword. This sword is a relic of Li Jinglin, the Baji Sword Master of the Central Chinese Martial Arts Academy.
, it is said that it is in the hands of someone from Han Dynasty, but it has not insulted the name of the ancestors. Just choose a weapon, and when you drink the blood sword later, no one will say that I am not able to win with force."
Damn you, uncle, what are you pretending to be? You still know whether to be martial or not. If you wanted to save face before, don’t play dirty tricks. Now, you are just playing around with me to get a bargain and behave like a good boy.
Fuck you..." Zhu Shijun was extremely dissatisfied with Han Baji's behavior of pretending to be thirteen, and with his poisonous tongue, he sprayed all the dirty and vegetarian slang towards Han Baji.
Han Baji was extremely angry, but he did not attack Zhu Shijun after all. At this moment, with a powerful enemy at his side, how could he be distracted.
Zhu Shijun was unyielding when he gained the upper hand, and was about to continue spewing poisonous tongues when Xue Xiang waved his hand to stop him, "Han Baji, as the old saying goes, I don't need weapons to deal with you..."
Xue Xiang's domineering appearance made Han Baji completely lose his demeanor. He swung his sword and attacked. The soft sword was made of an unknown material. It could be hard or soft. When he slashed with the sword, it was as hard as a bone-picking steel knife.
The wind of the sword is tantalizing, and the sword is sharp and sharp, but it is also as soft as cotton, changing without any reason, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
For a moment, the hall was full of sword lights, and two figures were chasing each other. However, the power of the Baji Sword was really impressive. In the blink of an eye, Xue Xiang's shirt was torn to pieces by Han Baji's soft sword.
Although his skin was not injured, he was still in a state of embarrassment.
"Xue Laosan, although you are a good tactician, you are still young and fighting for supremacy in the battlefield. How can you be merciful? Let me talk about it. Previously, you wanted to show off your power and fight with bare hands. Now I have to admit that you are a brat.
It is indeed a step above in skill, but it is only one step ahead today. After today, if you have ten fingers, you will still be alive, I..."
Han Baji chased Xue Xiang and chased him all over the place. His previous dejected momentum had completely returned to his old self. At this moment, he stabbed Xue Xiang to the point of losing his armor. He intuitively knew that he had a chance to win. When he was so satisfied, he actually revealed his true feelings and began to speak loudly.
Dan, who knew that before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his hand tighten and he could no longer pull out the soft sword.
It turned out that Xue Xiang was running around in the field, not running around blindly, but observing the swordsmanship routine of the Baji Sword. At this moment, he had gained something. When Han Baji made a sound and was distracted, the middle finger and index finger of his left hand were like lightning.
He stabbed out and clamped the sword blade accurately. Without waiting for Han Baji to thrust diagonally, he put his fingers together, suddenly clamped the sword and rolled it back, wrapping the soft sword in his palm like a rope.
When Han Baji saw that the sword was entangled, he was about to pull the edge of the sword, cutting Xue Xiang's pinched fingers. But after pulling, the sword did not move. When he looked at it again, he saw that Xue Xiang had both fingers.
Wherever there is a sword blade on the finger, it is actually wrapped around the palm, and the palm is actually wrapped in a thick strip of cloth. With this pull, there is no place where the flesh can be stabbed.
It turns out that Xue Xiang's previous statement that he would not use weapons was not an excuse. Just as Han Baji said, one cannot be merciful when fighting for supremacy in the battlefield. First of all, he had never practiced the art of using weapons with Gu Changdao.
Fighting an enemy with a weak weapon may not be as good as a pair of flesh that has been soaked for many years.
Secondly, the moment Han Baji showed his soft sword, he thought of a way to break the sword. He used an excuse to gossip and wrapped his palm with a cloth, waiting for the fatal blow. Otherwise, with Xue
How could someone with rough skin and thick flesh be so weak that he would have to be wrapped up even if he had a cut?
Han Baji failed to pull, so he wanted to let go and punch, but Xue Xiang had been planning for a long time. How could he succeed if he waited for this moment? However, when he saw Xue Xiang making a fierce stick to the mountain, he immediately bullied him and attacked him.
Han Baji flew out.
Before Han Baji landed, he hurriedly caught up with him. In mid-air, he grabbed Han Baji's left and right arms with both hands and pulled them hard to remove them. Then he kicked Han Baji in the lower abdomen.
, kicked it away.
The moment Han Baji's arms were removed, there was a shrill scream, and he received another fierce kick to the side. He was so painful that he lost his voice. When Han Baji landed, Xue Xiang came to him again, but saw
He pulled up Han Baji and was unloaded
The fallen arms were folded in half and broken. Then, the soft sword rolled up in the left hand was unfolded and the brushed cloth was lifted up and down. White light flashed and blood drifted. Then a pool of blood and a severed stick appeared on the ground.
little finger.
I'm not lying. I only used four moves from beginning to end. The first move is to take off your arms to prevent you from licking them. The second move is to kick you in the stomach to prevent you from causing trouble. The third move is to break you.
Two arms, let you be honest for a while, and give Mareko an explanation at the same time; the fourth move, cut off your little finger, is to give you the last words
Confession of words. By the way, don’t reveal your true feelings until the enemy falls to the ground, because that kind of person in the movie is usually arranged for the villain’s final rampage. Speaking of which, you kid has taken advantage of the old man Han Muxia and admires his national power.
I'll be merciful to you, otherwise you won't have many of your ten claws left after today."
While Xue Xiang was talking, he walked to the Eight Immortals table that had been kicked to one side, and put the military coat on the table over his naked body. It was winter now, so he would not imitate Jiang Chaotian.
Pretending to be thirteen, what are you doing fishing alone in the cold snow in the cold river?
Finally, Xue Xiang took off his belt and wrapped the soft sword around his waist. He pulled and buckled it just right: "Yes, this Baji Sword is a good collection. Mr. Li Jinglin has admired it for a long time. You
Don’t worry, his old man’s belongings will be well preserved.”
Han Baji had a fierce temper. The moment Xue Xiang violently removed his arms, he couldn't help but scream in pain at first. Later, he was kicked, had his arms broken, and even his fingers were bitten.
Ya, without saying a word, just glared at Xue Xiang fiercely. Although he was extremely depressed, he also knew that this injury was serious.
A battle of this level is nothing. The other party really spared his hand. But when it comes to being merciful and grateful to Xue Xiang, Han Baji has nothing in his heart. He only thinks about recovering from his injuries and refining his sword skills in the future.
He seeks revenge against Xue Xiang again. He can't win with fists and kicks, but if he practices the Baji Sword to the best of his ability, he will win without losing.
Han Baji was gritting his teeth secretly in his heart and planning to practice his sword skills hard. At this moment, he suddenly heard "Xue Dawusha" threatened to collect his sword. Without the Baji Sword, what kind of Baji swordsmanship should he practice! Han
When Baji heard the sound, he fainted without even taking a breath.
Xue Xiang put away his military coat and winked at Zhu Shijun. The latter understood and immediately called Kang Xiaoba and others to go towards the gate, blocking the empty door.
"Xue Laosan, what do you mean?" The speaker was a long-faced young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a pair of eye-catching mustaches.
"Oh, it turns out it's Brother Wei Dong. I have stupid eyes. I didn't recognize you before. It's my fault."
At that time, Wei Dong was in the same detachment as Xue Dangkou, and Xue Xiang also hung out with him for a while, and they formed a bit of a close relationship. But when he heard Xue Lin being humiliated outside the door, this Wei Dong
Dong Jing turned a deaf ear, and the incestuous feeling naturally disappeared.
"How dare I ask you to call me brother? I should call you third master instead." Wei Dong saw that Xue Xiang still called him the same way as before, and felt that he could still stand in front of Xue Xiang, and his eyebrows suddenly changed as he spoke.
Color. After all, Xue
Today is different from the past. Just looking at the mountain of younger brothers behind him, one person shouts and hundreds people promise, one can know Xue Xiang's status in Sijiu City. Being able to speak out and scold such people, how can Wei Dong not be so proud?
.
"You want to call yourself like that?"
"You..." Wei Dong didn't expect that Xue Xiang was actually a dog-faced person. He would fall out at the first sign of falling out, and he stood there speechless for a moment.
"You are not needed. There are two ways. You have injured many of my brothers these days and they are still lying in the hospital. I will not let you apologize in person. The first way is to keep all the money you have with me.
Ma Liuer, get out of here, it will be counted as the cost of the soup and medicine; the second way is to defeat me!" Xue Xiang said with such anger that Wei Dong and others changed their expressions.
But Wei Dong and the others were just changing their colors. They all saw the fierce fight between Xue Xiangfan and Han Baji. Facing such a tiger-like and ruthless guy made their bones go cold. Even the brave and invincible Han
Baji has even lost one of his fingers. If he cuts off one of his own fingers, it will only take a blink of an eye.
At this thought, everyone was completely silent, but no one took the initiative to pay. Xue Xiang knew that this was a group of guys trying to save their last dignity, so he said to Zhu Shijun who was guarding the door, "Collect the money." The latter immediately pulled out the money.
A large group of people searched the bodies of the old stubborn leaders one by one.
But he said that Xue Xiang didn't have much ill intentions towards this group of stubborn educated youths who had returned to their hometown and the city. This time, he took action mostly to vent their anger on Xue Lin and Lei Xiaotian. But when things came to a head, hundreds of people were confronting each other, and they couldn't live without someone.
After explaining, he waved his hand and let people go, and the only way to end the dispute was by collecting money.
Looking at Zhu Shijun and others who were in high spirits, digging into their pockets and bragging about their unparalleled bravery, Xue Xiang felt no joy in his heart. Less than a year after going to the countryside, Xue Xiang saw the suffering of the people and tasted the feeling of being loved.
For this kind of fighting and killing, I no longer have the excitement as before, but instead feel deeply helpless and bored.