Pointing the long sword in his hand at the middle-aged man opposite, Chen Xinzhu said in a somewhat harsh tone.
"Since we can't reach an agreement, let's fight."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face turned completely gloomy.
"You don't want to give me face, right? Then I'll die for you if you step on the horse!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man grasped the nine-ring sword tightly with both hands, stepped heavily on his feet, and rushed towards Chen Xinzhu quickly.
"Kill me!"
Upon hearing the order, the other purple scarf thieves also quickly launched an attack on Wang Yidao and others.
"kill!!"
Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu warned Wang Yidao and others in a calm tone.
"You focus on self-protection. I will help you after I kill him."
After the words fell, Chen Xinzhu walked towards the middle-aged man.
The sword energy in his body was slightly activated, and on one side of Chen Xinzhu's body, the long sword in his hand was lifted from bottom to top towards the middle-aged man in the purple scarf thief.
clang!
The swords struck each other, and a crisp sound spread.
The middle-aged man was not surprised that a single blow failed. Although his opponent was young, he was still a master of the same level and would not be defeated so easily.
The blade of the knife deflected, and the nine-ring knife in the middle-aged man's hand swung away Chen Xinzhu's long sword, and slashed towards Chen Xinzhu along the sword's body.
Chen Xinzhu turned his body slightly to one side, dodged the sword, and stabbed directly with the long sword in his right hand.
As fast as lightning!
puff!
Between the lightning and flint, a sword mark was stabbed on the waist and abdomen of the middle-aged man. Through the cut clothes, traces of blood could be seen seeping out, indicating that he had been injured.
The middle-aged man used old tricks. Even though he reacted quickly, he still couldn't completely avoid Chen Xinzhu's swift sword.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu also felt a little secretly regretful.
Once they fought, he discovered that the middle-aged man from the Purple Turban Thief had not understood the true meaning of martial arts and could only be regarded as an ordinary second-rate master.
Originally, Chen Xinzhu thought that he could defeat his opponent with just one swift sword strike.
Even if this middle-aged man from the Purple Turban Thief doesn't die, he will still be seriously injured.
But he didn't expect that the middle-aged man's reaction speed was so fast, and the swift sword only scratched a little of his skin.
This reaction speed is already faster than many second-rate top players. He is worthy of being a big thief, and he does have some skills.
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu shook the long sword in his hand again, and the second sword struck the middle-aged man again.
Progress left tease!
The middle-aged man was still in shock. Facing Chen Xinzhu's second sword, he had to parry in a hurry.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The long sword and the nine-ring knife kept colliding, and the crisp sound spread far away.
"Damn, this kid looks like he's only in his twenties, right? Why is his swordsmanship so good?"
Chen Xinzhu's strength was beyond the expectations of the middle-aged man.
"hateful!!"
Although the middle-aged man managed to take down Chen Xinzhu's constant attacks, the shock in his heart became more intense every time he took a sword.
The long sword in Chen Xinzhu's hand is constantly swinging, stabbing, splitting, hitting, teasing, picking, collapsing, intercepting, cutting, wiping, cutting, clouding, hanging, holding, pressing and other basic sword moves in conjunction with lunge, empty step, Ding step,
There are different body steps such as rest step, step step, and step step.
Chen Xinzhu suppressed the middle-aged man firmly.
puff!
…
puff!
The battle only lasted more than twenty moves, but the middle-aged man had five or six large and small scars on his body. The clothes he wore became tattered, and many places were stained red by the blood flowing out.
The whole person looked extremely embarrassed.
By this point in the battle, the anger in the middle-aged man's heart had gone away a bit.
After calming down, the middle-aged man had to admit that he still underestimated his young opponent.
This young boy is indeed a bit stronger than him...
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man became more and more angry.
With a fierce light in his eyes and a fierce heart, the middle-aged man directly used his body to catch Chen Xinzhu's sword.
Holding the nine-ring sword tightly with both hands, the zhenqi in the middle-aged man's body boiled violently and poured into the nine-ring sword.
The spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly fluctuated, and the spiritual energy hurricane suddenly appeared.
In an instant, a huge tiger head appeared on the nine-ring knife in the middle-aged man's hand.
"roar!!"
A sound like the roar of a tiger suddenly sounded and spread far away.
The middle-aged man raised the nine-ring knife in his hand high and slashed at Chen Xinzhu.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu's eyes flashed with purple light.
The power of this move is indeed powerful enough, but... it's too slow...
The long sword that Chen Xinzhu had just withdrawn in his right hand accelerated instantly, as fast as lightning!
puff!
Chen Xinzhu's air-drawing sword strike came first and cut into the back of the middle-aged man's neck neatly.
In an instant, the middle-aged man's head was completely cut off, and blood splattered everywhere...
Gently shaking off the blood stained on the sword, Chen Xinzhu looked around.
In the forest, swords and swords kept flashing, and Wang Yidao and others also fought with the other members of the Purple Turban Bandits.
More than 30 fierce and strong men surrounded Wang Yidao and the four men, and the clanging sounds of various weapons between the two sides kept ringing.
When Chen Xinzhu looked around, although Wang Yidao and the others were at a disadvantage, they seemed to be able to persist in the short term.
However, Lao Huang, who was facing Chen Xinzhu, seemed to have seen Chen Xinzhu's results, and his face became extremely shocked.
Facing Lao Huang's momentary distraction, Lao Huang's opponent did not miss it.
The two third-rate masters of the Purple Turban Thieves cooperated tacitly. One opened Lao Huang's weapon, and the other directly slashed at Lao Huang's head.
Old Huang came back to his senses, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.
These two masters of the Purple Turban Bandits were extremely experienced in combat and the strategies they adopted were extremely effective, forcing Lao Huang to a dead end in an instant.
Even though Lao Huang had already retreated immediately, it was obvious that this was just a futile struggle.
If no one came to help, Lao Huang would definitely die under this knife.
It's a pity that Wang Yidao and the others have too much time to take care of themselves.
In addition, the incident was discovered so suddenly that Wang Yidao and the others did not realize the desperate situation that Lao Huang was facing.
Seeing that Lao Huang was about to be beheaded, a nine-ring sword shot out in an instant, as fast as lightning!
puff!
The third-rate master of the Purple Turban Thief was unable to dodge, and was stabbed into the body from behind by the nine-ring sword. His whole body was carried upside down by a huge force.
Bang!
After flying more than ten meters, the expert hit the ground heavily with his sword... He moved his fingers slightly a few times, but then there was no more movement...
Seeing this sudden turn of events, everyone present was shocked.
One side is frightened and the other side is surprised.
Chen Xinzhu didn't give them any time to react, and he had already reached the crowd with his sword.
With one lunge and a thrust, as fast as lightning, it instantly stabbed the heart of another third-rate master in front of Lao Huang.
Lao Huang, who had survived the disaster, looked at Chen Xinzhu with joy on his face. He was about to say thank you.
But Chen Xinzhu didn't stop, he followed the sword and quickly killed seven or eight purple scarf thieves one by one.
Seeing this scene, the other members of the Purple Turban Bandits finally came to their senses.
"run!!"
After seeing their leader being killed, the group of purple bandits turned into birds and beasts without hesitation and fled quickly in all directions.
Wang Yidao and others came to their senses and quickly took action to stop them.
The situation reversed in an instant.
However, whether it is a third-rate master or a low-level cannon fodder, there is no difference to Chen Xinzhu, they are all one sword.
In just a few dozen breaths, all thirty-two members of the Purple Turban Bandits went to the underworld to report.
The Purple Turban Thief, the group was destroyed...