Another seemingly ordinary sword struck out carelessly.
Yang Dao's expression changed slightly. He racked his brains, but still couldn't think of a way to break through.
So, he could only retreat again.
Lao Ma goes one step further.
The third knife.
"What kind of sword skill is this? Why have I never seen Lao Ma use it before?" Tie Ningshuang was surprised and happy.
Leng Yun frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Is it also Miao Dao?"
"But it doesn't look like it."
Qin Tian said with a smile: "Lao Ma is usually taciturn and looks like Guo Jing."
"However, the greatest truth is simplicity. Sometimes, the more simple-minded people are, the more enlightened they can be."
"This should be another one of Lao Ma's unique knife skills that combines the first and second paths. You can call it the three-way knife."
Three-way Miao Dao?
Everyone was surprised and happy.
You know, on the basis of predecessors, finding new ways and reaching new heights. This is a height that only a master can achieve.
For example, the Erlu Miao Dao was developed by Guo Changsheng, a famous martial arts master in Cangzhou, after receiving the true inheritance from his mentor Liu Yuchun.
This is not just a change in sword techniques. To develop a new set of sword techniques, it requires body posture, footwork, and even breathing and energy. Every detail must be coordinated in place.
And Guo Changsheng is a famous master of the generation.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly honest old Ma has reached such a height.
Yang Dao retreated continuously under his seemingly clumsy, but actually light, continuous sword skills that could reach an inch in a second.
At this moment, he felt that he had no strength left, but it was sealed inside his body by Miao Dao and could not be used.
Under the gaze of everyone, he couldn't help but blush.
"I will fight with you!"
Seeing that he was forced into a desperate situation, he suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed the blade in anger.
He actually had to use a pair of iron palms to force the Miao sword back head-on.
Seeing that the blade of the knife was about to be caught, at the critical moment, Lao Ma suddenly flicked his wrist.
The long knife, like a cold snake, suddenly trembled. It was with this tremor that the blade avoided Yang Dao's sharp claws.
The blade jumped on the back of his hand.
Amid the exclamation, Yang Dao covered his hands and backed away.
The three fingers of the hand that was touched by the blade were cut off completely!
The whole audience was shocked!
"OK!"
"Old horse, well done!"
"Quickly, strike while the iron is hot and chop off this beast's head!" Tie Ningshuang clapped and cheered.
Yang Dao's face was livid, he gritted his teeth, suddenly became fierce, and reached into his pocket with one hand, as if he was going to take out something.
"Enough!"
"You are a shameful thing. If you are willing to admit defeat, why don't you come back with me!"
Qin Biao scolded angrily.
Yang Dao's face was red, his head lowered, and he obediently returned behind Qin Biao.
Qin Biao sneered and looked at Qin Tian: "That's right. It seems that you have really not wasted these few years."
"It's better this way. I'm even more looking forward to the hunt in three days."
"Do you still remember? In this kind of game, if you play as a child, you will never beat me. Do you still remember that you were laughed at by the tribe after losing?"
There was a flash of flame jumping in Qin Tian's eyes, and he said lightly: "It's a pity that things are not the same as before."