When the two sides were chatting happily, Yubeichuan suddenly erupted, and the dagger gleamed with cold light and went straight to the chest of the third young master of the Huang family. A lightning-like sword light suddenly passed through the air, and there was a "clang" sound. The swords were added together, and sparks flew everywhere.
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"Oh, the third level of Qi training, haha, it's very good!" From the dark corner, a figure wearing black clothes, bright and gorgeous, soft satin, comfortable and elegant, slowly turned out.
The figure's hair was tied up high, and his long hair was flowing down his back. On his purple face were a pair of enchanting deep purple eyes. He held a thick and crazy sword in his hand and walked out with a slight smile.
"Haha, you can't help it anymore..." Yu Beichuan already knew from what Jiang Shengtian told him just now that this sword attack would definitely be in vain, but he was just trying to lure the snake out of its hole.
"Cultivator..." Yu Beichuan exclaimed in his heart. He was able to explain Yu Beichuan's level in one word. It must be that the legend may be true.
Shi Qing has been secretly on guard. To be honest, he hasn't taken these Huang family soldiers to heart yet.
It's just that the monk in front of him, who he had vaguely discovered a few days ago, is also the person Shi Qing is most worried about, otherwise how could he let them give living people to zombies.
"Brother Yan Tian, save me..." The savior has arrived. The third young master of the Huang family left Shangguan Mingyue and hurriedly ran behind this man. Yu Beichuan's sword just now had frightened him out of his wits.
"Here, I'm in charge of your third and fourth levels. Let's fight first and then talk about it..." Yu Beichuan didn't say much, and struck straight at the figure with his sword.
The black iron dagger in his hand shook, and with three sword techniques, a continuous sword energy shot out, covering the sky and the earth, and enveloped the monk Yan Tian.
"Well done!" Cultivator Yan Tian was not to be outdone. With the tiger-tiger blade and the sound of wind, he also swung his sword forward and saw blood.
"Quickly retreat," the crowd of onlookers retreated hurriedly. The two men fought more and more ferociously. The black iron daggers were swung out one after another, and the blades collided one after another. Yu Beichuan felt that he had never fought so happily.
The two people's fighting movements became more and more intense, and the onlookers retreated farther and farther away, until finally, a large space was left open, and the circle was filled with the light of swords and swords, and we were all mixed together regardless of you.
In fact, as soon as the war started, Yubeichuan was at a slight disadvantage. Monk Yan Tian was experienced in swordsmanship, while Yubeichuan was at best a three-legged cat who had practiced for a few days.
Of course, the only thing that can make up for it is that Yu Beichuan never considers the retreat when he takes action. Every sword and every move will lead to the same death.
Cultivator Yan Tian maintains his noble status, so naturally he will not die with him. He can only constantly change his moves, seeking to retreat to advance, and kill with one strike.
Besides, Yu Beichuan is extremely talented. Every time he suffers a small loss, he will definitely not do it next time.
Making the same mistake is also a headache for Brother Yan Tian.
Of course, compared to the joyful feeling of killing a genius, Brother Yan Tian is still very patient.
On Shi Qing's side, he saw Yubeichuan's obvious disadvantage, but he had nothing to do. This battle was about the lives of all of them.
"Three Heaven-Slaughtering Styles..." Brother Yan Tian shouted loudly, and a knife came lightly. Yu Beichuan dodged without haste, and a small piece of flesh and blood was cut off from his left arm.
"Made," Yu Beichuan frowned and ignored it. He had a chance to dodge the knife just now, but he was eager for success, so the other party took advantage of it.
"Beichuan," Dong Qiuling shouted. She and Lin Yuting grabbed the boning knives in their hands and wanted to rush forward to help. There was a gunshot and a bullet was shot on the ground in front of them.
Two members of the Huang family team turned around and pointed their guns at them, as if to warn them.
"Who dares to shoot again, I will start a war immediately!" Shi Qing spoke loudly, his face twisted, looking like a madman. The third young master of the Huang family waved his hands knowingly, saying there would be no next time.
"Take care of yourselves and don't come over," Yu Beichuan refused. Dong Qiuling stepped forward to join the battle. It would definitely start a melee. Even if it was a victory, it would probably be a tragic victory.
Besides, with the strength of Dong Qiuling and the others, coming forward to fight against Brother Yan Tian was like giving away food.
"I..." Dong Qiuling's tears fell down as she bit her lip tightly. I felt pity for the trace of bright red blood.
"Haha, Brother Yan Tian, if you kill him, I will reward you greatly." The third young master of the Huang family laughed crazily.
"Wind, cloud surge..." Yubeichuan turned around and pressed forward with all his strength. The three styles of swordsmanship were eloquent, and the sword intention gradually merged with them, and in the end they were indistinguishable from each other.
Yubeichuan went all out and fought with his life. The more he fought, the braver he became. Brother Yan Tian began to feel nervous. From a realm perspective, Brother Yan Tian had already firmly suppressed Yubeichuan.
He was originally at the top of the fourth level, but the opponent didn't care about life and death, so it was still a bit difficult for him to fight like this.
"Forget it, slowly grind him to death," Brother Yan Tian had some calculations in his mind. Different cultivators have different levels, and the capacity of the spiritual energy in the Dantian naturally differs. Brother Yan Tian is familiar with this, and he is not worried about the spiritual energy reserves.
In fact, Brother Yan Tian was wrong about this. The calculation of spiritual energy capacity can naturally be measured by ordinary monks. However, the enemy he is facing now, Yu Beichuan, is originally a freak, and he is the best among freaks.
fetal.
The two were unable to fight for a long time, and Yu Beichuan was also worried. Judging from the number of people and equipment, he was the most disadvantaged. "The battle must be ended as soon as possible."
Yu Beichuan thought to himself.
Shi Qing didn't know where he was coming from. He might have to fight with them later. Yu Beichuan wasn't worried about him, Tieniu was unconscious, and Dong Qiuling was too young. All these made him feel unsure.
With this thought, Yu Beichuan deliberately revealed a flaw. Brother Yan Tian was overjoyed and slashed with a knife, cutting off a piece of meat from Yu Beichuan's thigh and his pants.
Yu Beichuan's body was dripping with blood. In addition to the wound on his arm just now, Yu Beichuan was covered in blood, which looked shocking.
He backed away very quickly, acting as if he was lacking in energy and could not continue.
"Haha, I just said, this kid doesn't have enough spiritual energy," Brother Yan Tian was secretly happy. The hand he struck just now further proved his judgment.
"Ah..." Yu Beichuan shouted, and monk Yan Tian slashed with his long knife. A piece of flesh floated on Yu Beichuan's shoulder, and a large amount of blood spurted out.
"We can't wait any longer," Shi Qing clenched the dagger in his hand, bowed his body, and exploded in his back. He was about to rush forward to help Yu Beichuan. At this time, he accidentally discovered that the injured Yu Beichuan had a trace of laughter hidden in the corner of his mouth.
Smile.
Brother Yan Tian thought that the victory was determined. He took a few steps forward and came to the right side of Yubeichuan. He raised his knife and was about to kill Yubeichuan with one strike. At this time, he suddenly felt his throat tightening, and then nothing happened.
Then.
Yu Beichuan was very smart. The first time Brother Yan Tian cut off a piece of flesh and blood from his thigh, he already had a chance to fight back. However, he was not ten-level sure at that time, so he simply exposed his flaw for the second time.
, this was the first time he had done it easily. Brother Yan Tian was so proud that he was naturally fooled.
When Brother Yan Tian stepped forward, Yu Beichuan had already flashed to his side. With a flash of sword light, Yu Beichuan's dark iron dagger shot out like lightning and penetrated Brother Yan Tian's throat.
Brother Yan Tian abandoned his knife and covered his throat. The air flowed out of his throat, making a "ho ho" sound like a zombie, and his body couldn't stop falling backwards.
"This little guy is so cunning," Shi Qing broke out in a cold sweat after understanding Yubeichuan's tactics.
In fact, from the perspective of the entire battle, Brother Yan Tian's strength is obviously higher than that of Yu Beichuan, but his fighting skills, especially his fighting instincts, are indeed slightly lacking. As long as he stays step by step, it is still unknown who will win in the end.
Yubeichuan usually fought in life and death situations. This time he fought with his life, and he had the upper hand mentally. In the past few days of fighting for life and death, every time he wandered through the gate of hell, he naturally accumulated countless practical experience.
Yu Beichuan struck out with his sword lightly, and the sword light shot out. The third young master of the Huang family didn't even have time to say a word for mercy, his head had already rolled down, "I'm here from the Huang family, I can collect a little interest first."