Boye was full of confidence, knowing that Luo Xin was stalling for time, but he was not in a hurry.
He picked up his two swords and slowly approached Luo Xin with the knife in his hand.
"Of course I did it on purpose. Otherwise, do you think you can trap 70,000 to 80,000 people with your hundreds of thousands of people?"
"Haha! It's ridiculous that General Heizi under your command thinks that I was lured into the encirclement by him."
"Who knows, that guy's eyesight is so bad! You can't even tell that I entered the encirclement on purpose! Haha! Luo Xin, your subordinates are all mediocre people like this. It's not an injustice to lose!"
"Come on! I'll take you on your way!"
"You can die at the hands of the best warrior in Liaodong. You will not die unjustly!"
Boye was the first warrior in Liaodong.
Deserved.
This kid is born with supernatural powers and is quite talented in practicing fighting techniques.
When he was a teenager, he fought against all the invincible players in Liaodong.
All tribes know that Sumo Boye is brave, good at fighting and invincible.
Boye's name has long been spread among the tribes in Liaodong, which is also a factor that enabled him to quickly integrate Liaodong.
"Huhu!" Luo Xin's breathing became more rapid.
Boye leaned towards him, putting great pressure on him.
I lost a lot of momentum.
Luo Xin was holding a short gun in his hand and a steel knife at his waist.
These are all weapons at his disposal.
"Damn it! Let's fight!"
Luo Xin looked into the distance and saw no one coming to support him.
They galloped for half an hour, but the generals couldn't find him that fast.
"kill!"
"clang!"
Luo Xin took action first, approaching Boye with a quick step, and pierced him with a short spear.
Boye fended off Luo Xin's attack with a flick of his two swords.
Boye had another sword on his arm.
Luo Xin failed with one hit, so he immediately added a few more.
He is now on the offensive and does not dare to stop at all.
Once Boye frees up his hands to counterattack, he may not be able to resist.
Attacking is his only chance.
Luo Xin's force value is not low.
The reason why he has been around the world for so long is because of his strong martial arts skills.
Some of them have practiced quite well in pistol skills, and they are also a bit of a threat to Boye.
Boye blocked it several times, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
"Hehe. Not bad! You are better than that black guy!"
"When I went south to the Central Plains, I thought I couldn't meet any masters. You are one of them!"
"It's a pity... it's not enough!"
Boye and Luo Xin fought for three to five rounds, and each time they calmly dealt with Luo Xin's attacks.
At this time, Boye didn't want to delay any longer, so he blocked the short spear attack with a single blow.
The other knife slashed out directly.
Luo Xin hurriedly retreated, not even using his short gun anymore.
Kankan dodged the attack, and Luo Xin hurriedly pulled out the steel knife from his waist.
But it's just a trapped beast still fighting.
His spear skills are better than his sword skills, so he is no match for Boye, let alone with a sword.
It's funny that just now in the camp, Luo Xin said Boye was a trapped beast still fighting.
In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed, and he became the trapped beast.
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" This time it was Boye's turn to attack.
Boye slashed at him several times, and Luo Xin could only hold on.
The whole arm was numb from the shock.
"Ha!" Boye murmured lightly and struck with another knife.
"Cang Langlang~" Luo Xin's steel knife was directly hacked away.
"Pfft!"
Luo Xin turned his back and rolled over, avoiding the vital point.
The steel knife hit his thigh.
As soon as he picked up the long wound, blood spurted out.
Luo Xin fell to the ground and could only move back a little bit.
But it's all in vain.
The corner of Boye's mouth curled up, and he stepped forward casually and raised his hand to strike with a knife.
…
Floods in Henan Province have caused refugees to flee in all directions.
No matter you are a trafficker or a high-ranking official.
Everyone is equal before natural disasters.
In a fleeing team, there are common people, craftsmen, and an old Taoist.
The veteran came with the refugee team and helped the refugees with free medical treatment.
The people all say that he is the God who saves suffering.
The old Taoist just smiled and rarely communicated with others.
The refugees fled all the way north to Youzhou.
Youzhou is also where Kyoto is located. There are no floods here. These people plan to settle down in Youzhou temporarily.
After walking for several days, the people were exhausted.
There is an abandoned village ahead, and everyone plans to go there to have a rest.
"It's long and long! There seems to be a fight ahead!"
Before we even got close to the village, the strong young man scouting the road in front came to report in a hurry.
The chief is the largest cadre among these people, and also the leader of those who escaped from their town.
After listening to the young man's report, Li Chang frowned.
After calculating the distance, the distance changed slightly.
"We seem to be approaching the capital soon. I heard that King Xin is fighting with the Sumo people in the north of Youzhou. Maybe there is a battlefield ahead!"
"Ah? What should we do? Let's run away!"
"Yes! Run away!"
The people discussed in fear.
"We came to Youzhou to escape, as long as we avoid the battlefield. Let's go east!"
There is a battlefield in front and a flood behind, but the village chief is responsible and plans to take the people to the countryside of Youzhou for safety.
Passing by the abandoned village.
A tinkling sound can already be heard.
The people walked faster, eager to escape as soon as possible.
Among them, one person broke away from the team and entered the village.
It turned out to be that old man.
The old Taoist's ear was amazing and he could tell that only two people in the village were fighting.
When no one was paying attention, he entered the village.
The ruins in the village did not slow down the pace of the old man at all.
The messy environment does not affect the direction of the veteran.
Soon we arrived at the place of battle.
Just in time to see Luo Xin being chopped to the ground by Boye.
I looked at Boye and didn't recognize him.
Look at Luo Xin again...
Familiar.
"Suffer death!" Boye slashed with his sword.
Luo Xin thought he was going to burp, so he closed his eyes and waited for reincarnation.
"clang!"
There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and someone caught Boye's steel knife.
Luo Xin opened his eyes and saw that he was an old Taoist.
"Are you Luo Xin, the Taihang Lone Ranger?"
The old Taoist was wielding Boye's steel sword with one hand, and he didn't even look at Boye. Instead, he asked Luo Xin who was lying on the ground.
Taihang Lone Ranger, this name was given by Luo Xin to himself when he was on the run for the convenience of wandering around the world.
Now that he was called out, Luo Xin knew that he had met an acquaintance.
He has been around the world for many years and has known as many as eighty monks.
The old Taoist in front of me had an ordinary face, and I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.
But in a critical moment, Luo Xin couldn't care so much.
Pulling his neck and shouting: "It's me, it's me! Taoist priest, save me!"
"Huh? You Taoist priest! Don't meddle in other people's business! I am Boye, the leader of the Sumo tribe. If you just retreat, I, the Sumo tribe, owe you a favor!"
When Boye saw a Taoist priest blocking his steel knife, he immediately put a little more force on his hand.
But his steel knife didn't get any closer.
When Boye knew that he had met the master, he did not take action immediately. Instead, he wanted to use Su Mobu's favor in exchange for the master's departure.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, where is the Sumo tribe? I have never heard of it."
"But Luo Xin, the donor, has a destiny with the channel. He will not die today. If you retreat, I will not chase you if I have the virtue of a good life."
The old Taoist turned around and faced Boye directly, but his words were extremely calm.
The sudden appearance of the old man interrupted Boye's plan.
He knew that Lao Dao was a master, but he didn't think he couldn't beat Lao Dao, he just didn't want to cause trouble.
General Luo Xin may not arrive at any time, and the longer it takes, the worse it will be for him.
"You stinking Taoist priest! If you don't take the path to heaven, there is no way to hell but you will come to it on your own!"
Boye said coldly.
"The poor Taoist believes in the wonderful Dharma of the Heavenly Lord. He does not go to heaven or enter the earth. The poor Taoist has his own way to go to the Pure Milo Heaven. He has no worries about the almsgiver." The old Taoist shook his fly whisk and said.
"Huh! I care about you so much!" Boye jumped angrily.
"The benefactor doesn't need to worry about the poor Taoist's fart." The old Taoist remained calm.
"Holy shit! Die!" Boye couldn't bear it anymore and took action directly.
When it comes to talking, he is no match for a seasoned person. Although a seasoned person doesn't like to talk, he is still very good at criticizing people.
"Dang!" The old Taoist opened the steel knife and drew it with a whisk from his backhand.
"Pah!" The whisk hit Boye on the shoulder, which actually broke Boye's clothes.
Boye's shoulder was red, swollen and painful.
This veteran can hurt him with a whisk, he is definitely a master.
"Cut!" Boye didn't dare to be careless, his swords flew flying, and he attacked with all his strength.
Lao Dao looked like a ghost. He was dodging left and right, but Boye didn't even hit Lao Dao.
"Kill!" Boye struggled to catch the fly whisk and slashed at him with a knife.
He wanted to trade his injuries for his life to defeat the old man.
But the old man didn't give him this chance at all.
The old Taoist man threw his whisk and immediately entangled his steel knife. The Boye steel knife could not break free.
He was so shocked that he chopped off the steel knife with his other hand.
The old Taoist only had a whisk, which was wrapped around the steel knife.
Another slash came, and he had no weapons to parry.
Luo's confidence sank. Once the old man died, he would be next.
There is a "bang" sound.
Boye's knife flew out.
Boye was dumbfounded.
The old Taoist actually knocked his steel knife away with a horizontal blow with his fist.
That vision and precision are simply incredible.
"Donor, I will send you to hell to have a look."
The old Taoist said very calmly, and raised his hand to hit Boye in the heart.
Before Boye could react, he was knocked away by the old Taoist palm.
"puff!"
Boye's blood spurted out and it was difficult to breathe.
He never imagined that there could be such a master in the world.
He was the number one warrior in Liaodong, but he couldn't survive even ten attacks under the old Taoist.
How high is this man's martial arts!
"Ahem! Ahem!"
"Old Taoist priest, you are really strong. I... I am convinced that I lost..."
"Can I know your name before I die? If I die...I will...close my eyes..."
Boye breathed hard.
He could only stare at the old Tao, hoping to understand.
"cannot."
The old Taoist didn't have Dao Bibi's awareness at all, so he replied with two words.
"you!"
"puff!"
Boye didn't even get a breath, but he spurted out another mouthful of blood and died immediately.
"This...thank you Taoist Master for saving your life!"
Luo Xin, who was injured over there, was shocked.
He can't withstand a dozen of Boye's moves, and Boye can't withstand a dozen of the veteran's moves.
This doesn’t mean that a veteran can kill himself with one move...
After wandering around the world for many years, Luo Xin had never heard of such an expert.
The old Taoist turned around and looked at Luo Xin, and said calmly:
"Donor Luo Xin, you don't have to thank me."
"The old Taoist saves you, but it's just a life for a life."