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Chapter 50
Sa——

A crosswind suddenly whipped up the street!

The old man just noticed the movement in the bookstore from the corner of his eye, but the young swordsman who was 'at a loss what to do' in front of him seemed to be a different person in an instant.

Ye Jingtang's chilong ring head saber standing in front of him did not choose any method to break the move, but directly exerted force with both feet, pushed the saber with his body, and made a progressive slash like lightning!

This saber was ingenious and ineffective, there was no truth to it, and there was no defense at all, relying solely on the terrifying explosive power to directly hit the opponent's goal.

The old man rushed within seven steps, and had no chance to move around.

If it were an ordinary warrior, he would have been cut to the chest and waist by this knife in a moment of distraction.

But the old man is not an ordinary warrior, he killed a grand master in his prime, his physique will decline when he is too old, but he has no experience.

The old man stabbed straight at the heart, Ye Jingtang pushed the knife forward and slashed forward. According to common sense, he should have slashed at the iron crutch. If not, Ye Jingtang would have been stabbed through first.

But Ye Jingtang didn't intend to split the iron crutch at all, his speed had already been raised to the extreme, and there was no room for changing his moves.

Seeing that Ye Jingtang wanted to trade his life for his life, the old man took a gamble to force him to return to defense, his eyes could not help revealing a hint of sarcasm.

After all, this move is too easy to break, relying on the first-mover advantage, the old man only needs to pierce Ye Jingtang's heart with one crutch, and at the same time swing his tail sideways, and use the iron crutch to protect the center line to block the knife, and he can break this deadly move.

The old man did the same, but...

thump—

A muffled sound!
The old man stabbed with all his strength, and the iron crutch was like the point of a spear, directly piercing Ye Jingtang's left chest.

As a result, the old man was stunned to find that Tieguai was blocked by something, but he failed to penetrate half of this child's chest cavity!
The lengths of the weapons of the two were almost the same, and if they missed a hit, the blade had already reached their arms, and there was no chance to break through the defense with an inch of force.

The old man had no choice but to move the iron crutch horizontally in front of him.

But the power contained in this knife is far greater than he imagined!

clang--

The sound of gold and iron clashing came from the silent street!
Although the back defense blocked the blade, it couldn't block the power contained in the blade.

The old man didn't stab Ye Jingtang's chest, and there was no fulcrum at the other end of the iron crutch, so how could he block Ye Jingtang's full-strength slash with both hands with one hand.

The iron crutch hit him directly, the bamboo hat shattered instantly, and the blade grazed his cheek, cutting off half of the old man's right ear.

bang——

However, after a face-to-face meeting, the old man who appeared with extraordinary momentum and full of oppression flew out and crashed into the house across the street.

Ye Jingtang knew that there was a high probability that the opponent was the old grandmaster, and after finally succeeding in pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, how could he give the opponent a chance to fight back.

At the same time as the old man flew out, Ye Jingtang followed like a shadow, turned around and slashed at the old man who hadn't landed in the air from top to bottom.

This knife was the third knife that Ye Jingtang realized while waiting for Dongfang Liren in the afternoon!

Sa——

The two knives are intertwined with each other without any gap, and the speed is so fast that even seeing it clearly is an extravagant hope, let alone parrying it.

This is exactly the toughness of the eight-step mad knife. Go all out and only attack but not defend. As long as you get hit by a knife and lose your balance, it is basically a deadly game.

The eight-step mad knife is too fierce, sparing no effort to erupt, causing great loss to itself, and it is easy to tear and strain muscles. There is even a saying that "one knife with the left hand, one knife with the right, go home to recuperate". It can only connect eight swords, so it is called eight-step mad sword.

There are very few people in the world who can do eight swords in a row, but from ancient times to the present, there are basically no people who can complete eight swords. Normally, the winner will be seen with one sword.

The old man was sent flying, the bamboo hat was shattered, revealing his wrinkled old face, his eyes were horrified, he recognized that it was the eight-step mad knife, knowing that he was in a desperate situation, he could only hastily raised his iron crutch in the air to block it.

when--

Cut down Huashan with a single knife!

The old man who hadn't hit the house was directly smashed to the ground from mid-air.

boom -

The blue bricks on the street were instantly shattered, the gravel splashed, and a circular pit was knocked out.

The aftermath of the air wave even blew up the pages of books in the bookstore and Dongfang Liren's scattered hair.

"puff--"

The old man hit the ground, his vigor rebounded, and a mouthful of old blood immediately spewed out of his mouth, his face turned sickly and flushed.

Under the desperation, the old man's movements were still not slow. He kicked his feet on the ground and slid backwards. At the same time, he raised the iron crutches and stabbed straight.

Ye Jingtang was standing upright, advancing and retreating freely, the old man had been seriously injured and fell to the ground, it was impossible to break the eight-step mad knife.

When the old man fell to the ground, he tried his best to backhand. It was nothing more than a certain death, and he wanted to exchange death for his injury, and he wanted to bite the opponent even if he died.

But what the old man didn't expect was that the young swordsman's stability was outrageous!

He didn't even trade injury for death. As soon as he raised his hand, the young swordsman jumped back decisively, landed in front of the bookstore, and put the knife back into its sheath.

Crack~~click.

The movement stopped abruptly!

"..."

The movement of withdrawing the knife was clean and neat, indescribably chic, in the eyes of the old man, he just felt that he had been chopped down by the knife by Ye Jingtang unconsciously, but his head rolled on the ground.

Sweeping away from the corner of the eye, half an ear is missing on the body, and it's not dead yet...

The old man was a little dazed, but he still grasped the life-saving straw. He immediately jumped onto the roof across the street, put on a defensive posture, and stared at Ye Jingtang as if facing a formidable enemy:
"Eight-step mad knife?!"

Ye Jingtang didn't respond, just pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and looked around the street with cold eyes.

In the bookstore, Dongfang Liren poked his head when Ye Jingtang drew his sword, his eyes were like a little girl who saw a handsome knight.

When Ye Jingtang made two strikes and flew back gracefully, Dongfang Liren thought the assassin had been killed, and was almost dazzled by Ye Jingtang's peerless demeanor.

But when he looked at the other side - the assassin's face was full of survivors, he looked like he was about to cry from being frightened by Ye Jingtang...

? !
The assassin is not dead, why are you putting on such a handsome pose?

Dongfang Liren's eyes are inexplicable:

"you……"

Ye Jingtang held the handle of the knife, his stern eyes scanned the surrounding houses, and his voice was cold and cautious:
"This kind of miscellaneous fish in the rivers and lakes dare to assassinate alone. This person is the bait, and there must be masters around."

Miscellaneous fish?Dongfang Liren's eyes were suspicious, and he secretly said: According to information, Xue Bodhi is a serious master of the Eight Classics, but he is a bit older...

But on this occasion, she didn't dare to interfere with Ye Jingtang, and quickly hid behind the counter to avoid delaying her.

And opposite...

Under a misjudgment, the old man was beaten twice in a row and was seriously injured, as if walking through the gate of hell.

Hearing the words, he immediately understood why this unfathomable young swordsman stopped. He felt that he was too rubbish, not like the main force, fearing that there would be assassins ambushing him, so he didn't dare to stay away from Prince Jing rashly.

"..."

It is the first time for an old man to be treated as cannon fodder by his opponents after he has been in the rivers and lakes for decades. It is a great shame!
But the opponent is really unfathomable, he can't even catch the eight-step mad knife, and he can't try to see if the opponent can "Slay the Dragon". From his point of view, there is a high probability of it.

Seeing Ye Jingtang's 'misjudgment', the old man said without hesitation:

"on!"

Then he flew back and retreated, pretending that his accomplice was close to him, and he was coordinating from a distance, flying further and further away.

Ye Jingtang still put on a cautious look, scanning the street left and right, until the trace of the assassin disappeared completely, and then secretly heaved a sigh of relief:
"It's just a master, Sanniang is not as good as, what the hell..."

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