The tip of the sword was ready to stab Nurhan's left leg... his trouser leg.
After turning around and retreating a few steps away, Nurhan looked at his torn clothes with lingering fear and laughed out loud.
"You, a mountain villager, want to kill me?"
"Your Highness, I have been stabbed!"
Daxia Hao looked at his damaged trouser leg, but he became energetic. He did it, he stabbed it, even though it was only the trouser leg.
Shen Fengchu gasped and chuckled, "Of course, because you are a swordsman now!"
"Swordsman?" Nurhan snorted coldly, "Go to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn the knife again.
The broad scimitar turned into a piece of light and shadow.
"Hero, close your eyes!" Shen Fengchu put his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling, "Hold your sword tightly, relax your breathing, and listen carefully!"
Daxia Hao did as he was told.
"Upper left, stab!"
"Bottom right, cut!"
"Take three steps back and squat!"
…
Under Shen Fengchu's command, Daxia Hao's wooden sword flew in his hand, attacking Nurhan again and again, forcing him to change his moves again and again.
After ten moves, the two of them did not fall down.
However, Shen Fengchu coughed violently and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He could no longer support himself and fell to the ground in exhaustion.
Without hearing his prompt, Nurhan slashed at him with a knife. Hao Daxia only felt severe pain in his arm and fell down.
He looked sideways at Shen Feng, and wherever he looked, he saw Shen Fengchu weakly smiling at him.
"Hero, I'm sorry!"
After saying these five words, he fainted again.
Ignoring Hao Daxia who fell to the ground, Nurhan strode towards Shen Fengchu.
"Don't touch him!"
Standing up, Daxia Hao held the wooden sword and rushed straight towards Nurhan.
It was my first time to use a sword with my left hand, but it was particularly easy.
Then, without Shen Fengchu's guidance, how could he stop Nurhan.
Nurhan slashed with his backhand, and the scimitar pierced directly into his body.
"If you said not to move, I will make you look at me today and kill him with your own hands!" Nurhan glanced at him, raised his leg and kicked him away.
Xiaobai, who fell in the reeds, rushed forward again, but was kicked away by him. With a crack, his leg bones were broken. After several struggles, he was unable to get up.
Hao Daxia fell to the ground, gritted his teeth, got up again, picked up his sword and stabbed Nurhan.
The scimitar rises again.
Blood flew up, and Hao Daxia flew out again.
Time and time again, Hao Daxia suffered more and more wounds, and his coarse clothes were soaked with blood.
"Don't touch him!"
Gritting his teeth, he got up from the ground again and protected Shen Fengchu who was unconscious on the ground. Nurhan raised his leg and kicked him away.
"You alone want to stop me?!" Looking sideways at the blood-covered mountain villager in front of him, Nurhan's heart was full of contempt, "If someone like you can also be a swordsman, then Even a fool can become a hero!"
He stepped forward.
Daxia Hao stood up unsteadily with his sword on the ground.
Click!
The wooden sword broke and he almost fell to the ground.
His body and face were covered with blood, and the blood almost covered his eyes.
He glanced sideways at Shen Fengchu beside him. He did not raise his hand to wipe the blood on his face, but closed his eyes tightly.
Breathe relaxedly and listen.
Then he heard.
The sound of wind, Shen Fengchu's light breathing, Xiaobai trying his best to stand up but falling down again... and the sound of Nurhan's footsteps. You scold them! (4)
puff!
The tip of the sword was ready to stab Nurhan's left leg... his trouser leg.
After turning around and retreating a few steps away, Nurhan looked at his torn clothes with lingering fear and laughed out loud.
"You, a mountain villager, want to kill me?"
"Your Highness, I have been stabbed!"
Daxia Hao looked at his damaged trouser leg, but he became energetic. He did it, he stabbed it, even though it was only the trouser leg.
Shen Fengchu gasped and chuckled, "Of course, because you are a swordsman now!"
"Swordsman?" Nurhan snorted coldly, "Go to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn the knife again.
The broad scimitar turned into a piece of light and shadow.
"Hero, close your eyes!" Shen Fengchu put his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling, "Hold your sword tightly, relax your breathing, and listen carefully!"
Daxia Hao did as he was told.
"Upper left, stab!"
"Bottom right, cut!"
"Take three steps back and squat!"
…
Under Shen Fengchu's command, Daxia Hao's wooden sword flew in his hand, attacking Nurhan again and again, forcing him to change his moves again and again.
After ten moves, the two of them did not fall down.
However, Shen Fengchu coughed violently and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He could no longer support himself and fell to the ground in exhaustion.
Without hearing his prompt, Nurhan slashed at him with a knife. Hao Daxia only felt severe pain in his arm and fell down.
He looked sideways at Shen Feng, and wherever he looked, he saw Shen Fengchu weakly smiling at him.
"Hero, I'm sorry!"
After saying these five words, he fainted again.
Ignoring Hao Daxia who fell to the ground, Nurhan strode towards Shen Fengchu.
"Don't touch him!"
Standing up, Daxia Hao held the wooden sword and rushed straight towards Nurhan.
It was my first time to use a sword with my left hand, but it was particularly easy.
Then, without Shen Fengchu's guidance, how could he stop Nurhan.
Nurhan slashed with his backhand, and the scimitar pierced directly into his body.
"If you said not to move, I will make you look at me today and kill him with your own hands!" Nurhan glanced at him, raised his leg and kicked him away.
Xiaobai, who fell in the reeds, rushed forward again, but was kicked away by him. With a crack, his leg bones were broken. After several struggles, he was unable to get up.
Hao Daxia fell to the ground, gritted his teeth, got up again, picked up his sword and stabbed Nurhan.
The scimitar rises again.
Blood flew up, and Hao Daxia flew out again.
Time and time again, Hao Daxia suffered more and more wounds, and his coarse clothes were soaked with blood.
"Don't touch him!"
Gritting his teeth, he got up from the ground again and protected Shen Fengchu who was unconscious on the ground. Nurhan raised his leg and kicked him away.
"You alone want to stop me?!" Looking sideways at the blood-covered mountain villager in front of him, Nurhan's heart was full of contempt, "If someone like you can also be a swordsman, then Even a fool can become a hero!"
He stepped forward.
Daxia Hao stood up unsteadily with his sword on the ground.
Click!
The wooden sword broke and he almost fell to the ground.
His body and face were covered with blood, and the blood almost covered his eyes.
He glanced sideways at Shen Fengchu beside him. He did not raise his hand to wipe the blood on his face, but closed his eyes tightly.
Breathe relaxedly and listen.
Then he heard.
There was the sound of the wind, Shen Fengchu's very light breathing, Xiaobai tried his best to get up but fell down again... and the sound of Nurhan's footsteps.