Hong Chen rushed into the wooden house only two breaths later than Chen Tu, but as soon as he entered, he saw that Chen Tu had lost his hands with both knives, and was grabbed by someone's arms and shoulders, and was pressed to the ground.
The man who restrained Chen Tu was a thin middle-aged man with half black and half white hair. Hong Chen unconsciously clenched his knife tightly at the sight of him and regarded him as a formidable enemy - not only because he easily restrained him and could rival Jianghu.
Chen Tu, a top-notch master, could tell the difference between him and other masters from every breath he took.
Hong Chen once learned from Ji Cha how to judge a person's martial arts from various aspects. For example, those with thick arm circumference are generally good at physical strength, those with a tendency to walk with heels that are not touching the ground are probably excellent at light martial arts, and those with protruding knuckles must be good at acupoints.
In Kung Fu, those who have a cocoon in the tiger's mouth often practice swords and weapons... However, these are all judgments from the outside and cannot tell what a person's internal strength is.
After coming into contact with all kinds of masters, Hong Chen gradually developed an intuition - if a person is a master, his face, look, steps, breathing, etc. must be different. There is no specific criterion for judging these.
Relying on impressions. It's impossible to say how different these masters are from ordinary people, but the feeling when they meet is that they are different.
The sword madman Luo Qinghan, the sword emperor Liu Shiliang, the short Lu Ren, the two elders of Beihai Kunlun Sect Gaimuowa... all belong to the ranks of masters who can give Hong Chen a strange feeling, and the same is true for the black-haired man in front of him.
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One person - Wang Feiwang or Hou Feihou - raised his sword and stabbed Hong Chen who had just entered. Tao Luyao behind him couldn't help shouting: "Be careful!"
But after all, Tao Luyao's shouting time was too long. Before the word "heart" was uttered, Hong Chen raised his knife and knocked the long sword out of the man's hand, and took a clear look at his right hand.
The black mole like a grain of rice next to the eye.
Wang Feiwang had just been defeated when Hou Feihou struck again with his sword. After half a breath, another long sword was knocked away and shot directly towards the head of a disciple of the Bihai Sect. There were many people in the wooden house, and the disciple of the Bihai Sect dodged.
Without opening it, Ling Bo next to him drew his sword and was too late to block it. Suddenly there was a "click" sound, and the long sword was deflected by something unknown and was inserted into the wooden wall.
"Young people, it's very rude to visit without telling me."
A fat old man with gray hair stood up from the crowd, jumped in front of Hong Chen, raised his toes, and picked up Wang Feiwang's knocked down sword into his hand.
Hong Chen noticed something similar to that of the middle-aged man with black and white hair from this fat old man, and just now he heard the sound of the object that missed the long sword coming from where he was just now, so he knew that this was also a man.
One of the few top masters in the world did not want to use force to entangle him, and said: "Junior Hongcha, I have no intention of disturbing you. I was just worried about another conflict between Taoliu Clan and fellow Taoists from the Bihai Sect, so I followed you all the way. I hope your sect will let this junior go."
friend."
Hou Feihou pulled out his sword from the wooden wall and shouted: "Uncle Master, please give way and I will deal with him - I drew the sword too hastily just now and did not hold it firmly. I will never make a mistake this time!"
The man with black and white hair opened his mouth and yelled: "You can't hold the sword firmly, and you dare to embarrass yourself? Get out of here!"
"Master, I..."
Hou Feihou turned around and glanced at the black-and-white-haired man. He originally wanted to make a few excuses, but when he saw the fierce look in his master's eyes, he swallowed, spit, and retreated.
Tao Luyao stood up at this time and said: "Senior Wang, these two are the leaders who were supported by the Qingzhou Wulin a while ago... Those who are somewhat famous in the world, rather than go to war with them, it is better to treat them with courtesy."
The black-haired man suddenly laughed and said: "Qingzhou Wulin is in such decline now that two kids are allowed to be the leaders." The strength of pressing Chen Tu did not weaken at all: "Little leader, if you are really capable, you can earn it."
Chen Tu laughed louder than him: "Haha, I'm afraid you don't know how powerful my brother is. When he takes out the knife, you old loser will be scared to death..." The black-haired man pressed harder.
, the pain caused Chen Tu to grimace and stop talking.
The fat old man looked at Hong Chen carefully and felt something strange, but judging from his age, he was not even 17 or 18, so he didn't care too much: "This is not a place where you can come and go casually, tie him up first."
Come on!" After saying this, several people picked up the ropes and walked towards Hong Chen and Chen Tu respectively.
"That would offend you."
Hong Chen refused to surrender and rushed towards the black-and-white-haired man first, rescuing Chen Tu first.
The fat old man blocked his sword, and Hong Chen swung his sword. The long sword of fine steel, which had not been filled with internal power, broke into two pieces. The black-haired man immediately shouted: "Brother, this kid's internal power is probably at the sixth level."
Serious, don't be careless!" The fat old man no longer showed any contempt, his face was cold and solemn, he held the broken sword and came to intercept Hong Chen's path again.
Bang!
BANG KA KA KA!
In a short period of time, the two men's swords had collided several times.
Two of the world's top masters clashed in such a small place, and the sword energy that burst out was already a threat to ordinary warriors. In just a few rounds, several people's clothes and skin were cut, and there was a burst of "Hey
"Yo" cried out in pain.
Wang Feiwang, Hou Feihou and other disciples of Wuyang Sect were all dumbfounded. They all knew that the fat old man and the black-haired man would be top figures in the world of martial arts, but they did not expect that such a young man from outside could compete with them.
They resisted. Fell
It was the people from Bihai Sect and Taoliu Sect who seemed very calm - they had already seen the Kung Fu of Hong Chen and Chen Tu, and they knew that these two people had looted all the way from Barren State Qingzhou to Manzhou, and no one in the three states of martial arts could stop them.
, it would be abnormal if you didn’t have this ability.
After another three or five rounds, the fat old man felt that not only did the young man's internal strength be unbelievably deep, but his sword skills were also mysteriously tight, and he became more surprised and doubtful. Could it be that the Wuyang Sect, which has been hiding from the world for more than 20 years, could not escape the invasion of foreign enemies after all?
destiny?
At this moment when he was distracted and thinking, the half of the fine steel sword in the hand of the fat old man lost a little bit of internal strength to support it, and could not support it under the broken blade of Xiaochou.
The ground flew to the wooden wall.
Seeing that the fat old man who was the best in martial arts in the sect suffered a big loss, the black-haired man quickly threw Chen Tu to the control of another person next to him. He bowed his waist, turned over, and grabbed Chen Tu who had dropped it at that moment.
The pair of swords fought together with Hong Chen.
Among the rest of the people, there were also a few people with strong inner strength and proficient martial arts who drew their weapons and attacked Hong Chen, providing cover and aid for the black-haired man. The small wooden house was suddenly filled with the light of countless swords and swords.
Full.
Since the battle on the cliff of Shenxian Villa, Hong Chen has once again been attacked by top masters and first-class masters. Due to the limitations of the terrain, the situation is even more dangerous than before. But Hong Chen is also very different from then.
Over the years, the seas are vast and the mountains are high, people follow the sky, and the blade hides its edge. At this moment, with a slight shout and a slash, the bright light of the sword blooms from the dark body of the sword, illuminating the wooden house as if it were daytime.