Bam!
The heavy crescent blade slashed atop the scimitar.
The scimitar emitted a trembling sound, it was getting excited.
After four years of being an ornament, now it could finally recreate the fierce bloodshed of four years ago!
As the weapons clashed, a wave of qi swept across the surroundings, the dragon’s roar inside Qin Hai’s body was loud and clear, and under the operation of his true qi, he directly shook that Nangong Yun back three steps one after another.
With one move, the two could already determine the strength of the other.
Nangong Yun was more shocked, as a veteran Demigod of the Martial Alliance, he had enough experience and experience, but seeing Qin Hai at this moment, he was still shocked in his heart.
Four years ago, he had been chased and killed almost without the ability to fight back, but I did not expect that in just four years, he had already become so strong, I am afraid that a year ago, Han Zendao and Tong Baiye were beaten by him without the ability to fight back, it is by no means false.
How old is he?
Thirty?
That’s enough for him to claim the throne of youngest demigod, and possibly even the strongest demigod.
Qin Dahai sneered, not seeing any movement, the blade had already turned into invisible, while Nangong Yun was already in the process of coming down, a blade fell, Qin Dahai dodged with a letter, only to hear a boom, the ground where he was standing before, there was a three-metre long crack.
The crowd around him was dumbfounded.
“A movie, right?”
“Are movies that real?”
“Are there really martial arts masters in this world?”
No one answered their questions, Nangong Yun had already brought out his strongest strength and was not testing the waters, the length advantage of the Crescent Moon Blade was brought out by him, and his stances were wide open, yet murderous and deadly, something that could normally only be experienced in a cold weapon battlefield.
It did not take long for the two to enter into a white-hot battle.
Nangong Yun was worthy of being an old demigod, and I’m afraid his reputation outside was mostly diminished. His own strength was definitely above Broken Blade, and his understanding of swordsmanship was also admirable.
The battle between the two was in full swing.
In that deep alleyway.
The killer was panting, one hand propped up against the wall, his face full of fatigue, sweat slipping down, his heart cursing the little brat in front of him was definitely a mudskipper, chasing and fighting for more than half an hour, but not hitting, instead he was tired enough.
He was also sweating profusely, thanks to the unremitting training over the past month, or else he would have had a few holes in his body.
“You’re a good runner, kid.” The killer was furious and said, “I’ll kill you!”
Xiao Hai breathed heavily and said, “You’ll be able to run now, he’s not here, don’t be stupid.”
Of course the killer thought about running.
But he really didn’t dare, especially when he saw the big sunken pit on the side, he had a moment of clarity and said through gritted teeth, “Kid, don’t give me that!”
In the meantime, he had already recovered his strength and pounced on him with a hungry tiger.
Xiao Hai was going to taunt him, but he was shocked to see that the killer was not moving and blood was flowing out from under him.
He couldn’t have stabbed himself with a dagger in panic, could he?
He said, “Hello? Are you dead?”
No response.
Xiao Hai shouted a few more times, and then even carefully came forward and kicked him, but the killer remained motionless.
“Really dead?”
Xiao Hai was a little surprised, then went forward and turned him over, but it was at this moment that a silver light flashed, Xiao Hai’s face suddenly changed, sitting on his buttocks on the ground then about to roll away, but it was too late, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, he immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.
Of course, he couldn’t care less, and rolled like a donkey seven or eight times in a row, dodging the killer’s chase several times before stopping to take a look.
He saw a hideous wound running across his chest and blood was flowing, he was in cold sweat from the pain and his face was pale: “You are shameless!”
“Heh heh!”
The killer gave a sardonic laugh.
There was a similar wound on his chest, but it was very light, just a superficial wound, not like Xiao Hai’s, which was almost about to hurt his lungs.
“Kid, you were still in your mother’s womb when I came out of the woodwork.” The killer spat, then kicked up again.
Xiao Hai was taken aback and hurriedly moved away more, but the pain in his chest dulled his reaction, and after receiving a kick, his whole body fell to the ground with a poof, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.
“Cough.”
He coughed a few times.
Regret and despair filled his face.
Regret that he had fallen for such a trick, and despair that he was now afraid that there was really no way to live.
Qin Hai was not here at all, he knew he could only fight if he wanted to live.
Taking advantage of another kick from the killer, he roared, temporarily forgetting the pain, and wrapped his arms around his opponent’s left leg, then in one pull, pulled it into a split, while another right leg kicked out in quick succession, hitting the killer squarely in the face.
The sequence of movements was without stagnation.
Xiao Hai knew that this was the effect of maintaining that odd position every night. He gritted his teeth and his pale, boyish face had a toughness not befitting his grade, not giving the killer any chance to counter-attack, opening his fists and kicks from left to right and upwards.
“Ah!”
The killer was furious.
The dagger in his hand swung around, which forced Xiao Hai to avoid the attack for a while and gave him a chance to get up, but before he could stand up, Xiao Hai copied a brick on the ground aside and smashed it, but that was when the pain in his chest started to kick in again, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air and the brick he threw out was weak.
Just as the boy’s life was hanging in the balance.
The battle between Qin Hai and Nangong Yun had already appeared to be divided.
The two demigods Han Zendao and Tong Baiye were barely able to fight back together, let alone Nangong Yun.
His face was as heavy as water as he kept gazing around.
But it was as if Qin Hai had disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace of him, until Nangong Yun’s ears suddenly rang with a cold, icy voice: “Blade formation! Fall!”
Buzz!
Nangong Yun looked up in horror, only to find a sky full of sword shadows poised to strike!
“Killing you is a declaration of sorts for me to break out of the jianghu.” Qin Hai, who was standing behind him, said coldly.
