My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 144 If you don’t die in three moves, I lose! (Please subscribe)

"I am the West..."

Seeing a short and stocky old man sent to the opposite side, the strong swordsman's eyes were full of disdain, and he wanted to introduce himself with a giant sword in his hand.

As a great swordsman, he wants his enemies to die clearly and know by whose hands they will die.

"That's not necessary..." Yan Shuang stretched out his hand and stopped the other party from introducing himself. He put the sword box on his back in front of him, imitating the other party's example, holding the sword box in his hand.

"I, Yan Chixia, never ask my opponent's name. Those who die by my sword don't bother to ask, and those who can kill me are useless."

"Hmph, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

The strong man pulled out his giant sword and pointed it at Yan Chixia, his eyes filled with anger.

Yan Shuang secretly shook his head. Is he still a swordsman with this character? This saint is too worthless.

"what!"

Yan Shuang remained silent. The strong man thought he was frightened by him. He raised the giant sword with a raised corner of his mouth and raised his head in anger.

With a bang, the dazzling golden light enveloped the strong man.

In order to show his strength, the strong man decided to kill Yan Shuang as quickly as possible.

"what!"

With another roar, the strong man swung the giant sword in his hand wildly, and the dazzling sword energy cut huge gaps in the surrounding grass.

"Hoohoho..."

Humans are visual animals, and this cool and overwhelming fighting spirit made the barbarian soldiers roar with excitement.

Listening to the fierce cheers behind him, the corners of the strong man's mouth slightly raised. When he saw that there was no movement on the other side, Yan Shuang looked at him blankly, and he felt even more proud.

The country bumpkin has never seen such a powerful fighting spirit!

Feeling proud in his heart, the strong man finished his warm-up performance, raised the giant sword with a light of several ten meters in his hand, and bounced hard under his feet.

"Flying Slash!"

As he shouted angrily, the light of the giant sword became even longer.

"Fashionable..."

This is the evaluation Yan Shuang gave to each other in his heart.

It looks fancy and awesome, but there are loopholes everywhere.

After confirming the opponent's ability, Yan Shuang had no intention of playing anymore. He pinched the sword formula and pointed at the sword box in front of him.

"The sword transforms into thousands!"

Brushing, brushing, brushing...

The small sword box was like a bottomless black hole, with long swords flying out from it. In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with sights.

"What?"

The strong man with the giant sword looked confused and looked at his giant sword.

Although the sword I hold is a bit big, isn't it a bit too rude for you to do so many things?

"go with!"

Yan Shuang didn't care about him. He used the sword technique in his hand, and countless swords buzzed in the sky and came at high speed.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The fighting spirit on the strong man's body is not really for showing off. The swords hit the fighting spirit one after another, making a clanking sound.

"Oh, not bad!"

Seeing that the other party's true energy was able to block his sword rain attack, Yan Shuang was surprised and then sneered.

"Since you like giant swords, I will give you a bigger one."

He pinched the sword secret in his hand again, and pointed at the sword rain that was attacking madly from the sky.

"The sword returns in a moment!"

The violently clashing sword rain suddenly paused.

The strong man was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he looked up and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Magefaq!"

A giant sword of a hundred feet fell from the sky and stabbed the strong man.

The strong man had no time to dodge and could only defend with all his strength.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."

The collision between the two provoked a huge reaction. Shock waves went in all directions. The horses on both sides screamed in fear. The soldiers carrying the flags were knocked to the ground by the strong wind brought by the shock wave.

The giant sword that fell from the sky paused for a moment. Under the gaze of both parties, it pierced straight into the ground, with only a small hilt exposed.

"Juggernaut?"

Thinking about the other party's introduction, Yan Shuang looked to the opposite side, and under the ugly expression of Amoda Khan, he sneered, "That's it..."

"Ho ho, Yan Chixia, Yan Chixia, Yan Chixia!"

Seeing Yan Chixia's victory, our soldiers slapped their chest armor hard and roared with excitement.

The deafening sound of Yan Chixia made Yan Shuang curl up his lips, and he turned around and waved to the shouting soldiers.

This move immediately set the scene on fire. The soldiers shouted excitedly even louder. The weapons in their hands hit their armor and shields, and they roared loudly at the top of their lungs.

"Boom, Yan Chixia! Boom, Yan Chixia!"

Under his excited roar, Yan Shuang raised his hand and the giant sword slowly shrank, returned to its original appearance, and returned to Yan Shuang's hand.

Holding a sword flower in his hand, Yan Shuang pretended to blow the blood between his swords. Under the cheers of the soldiers, he picked up the sword box and turned around to return to the main formation.

Amoda Khan stared at the sword hole in the middle of the two formations. He saw that no one had jumped out of it for a long time, and his face looked ugly.

What kind of bullshit swordsman?

He also said that he had beaten all the invincible opponents in the West and died without even surviving two moves. He was worse than a dog, and the dog knew how to hide.

"The noise will be louder later, the bigger the better, it's best if it can shake the world."

"Soldiers are just ordinary people. They don't understand any profound teachings, and they can't understand some of our methods."

"For them, the louder and more powerful the movement is, the more earth-shattering it is, the more shocked they feel."

Feeling the exciting morale behind him, Wang Xiao whispered to Zhi Qiu Yiye.

Zhiqiu Yiye is a person who loves to show off, and what he likes most is the scene where everyone is following him.

The army cheered for Yan Shuang, and he had already been extremely envious. He was thinking about how he could outperform Yan Shuang later.

Wang Xiao's words hit his heart exactly.

"Don't worry, I'm the best at this."

The two sides sent soldiers to the cave entrance to check, confirming that the sword master had been beaten to a pulp, and reported the results to both sides.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. It's a holy grail. You guys are also serious. If you want to admit defeat, just admit defeat. There's no need to let yourself go like this."

After listening to the soldier's report, Chen Feng looked at Amoda Khan, and his tone of voice was as unworthy as possible.

"Humph, what's the point of winning only one game? Don't forget that if you want to change the conditions for winning, you have to win three games. This is only one game, and there will be two more games. The loser will definitely be you."

"Okay, I'll wait and see."

Chen Feng replied, waved his hand behind, and the two barbarian prisoners were escorted up.

"you……"

Chen Feng ignored the angry Amoda Khan, took the bow and arrow handed over by the guard next to him, and asked him humbly.

"Which one of them do you think will die first this time? Do you think we should choose to die or live?"

"Last time we chose the one who was alive last, I think we will choose the one who died this time!"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Chen Feng made a decision with a sneer and loosened his bowstring.

The two arrows flew out in a swish, and were about to hit the two prisoners. The female mage in the cloak raised her staff and shot out two red lights, heading straight for the two arrows.

"It's not your turn!"

Wang Xiao raised his hand a little and easily blocked the opponent's red light.

puff puff...

Two arrows pierced the prisoner.

Chen Feng's accuracy was a little bad this time. An arrow hit a prisoner directly in the head. The prisoner screamed and died on the spot.

"Report to my king, the one who died was the formation!"

"It's my turn!"

Without waiting for Wang Xiao to remind him, Zhiqiu Yiye patted the horse's head, made a beautiful leap in the air, and landed in front of the two armies.

"What are you going to do on the other side?"

Zhiqiu Yiye raised his fingers provocatively towards the opposite side.

"High Priest, don't let this Khan down."

Amoda Khan turned to look at the high priest behind him in unconventional attire.

"Please rest assured Khan, my formation was taught by Changshengtian, and no one in the world can break it except Changshengtian."

The high priest smiled confidently, turned around and waved to the main formation behind him. Hundreds of barbarians ran out quickly holding various flags.

"Junior Zhongyuan, I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible. Losing your life is not worth it."

The high priest came out with his men, commanded his men to set up formations, and looked scornfully at Zhiqiu Yiye, who had the same disdain on his face.

"I have never lost this word in my life. Today I will let you barbarians see the mystery of my Central Plains Taoism."

Zhiqiu Yiye was not one to admit defeat. He raised his head and pointed at the sword hole stabbed by Yan Shuang.

"Look there..."

The high priest frowned and said coldly: "That was done by your partner. What does it have to do with you?"

Zhiqiu Yiye stretched out a finger and shook it, "It has nothing to do with me, but it has something to do with you."

"I just want you to see if this hole is enough to bury you people. If it's not enough, I will open it wider later..."

And enthusiastically suggested: "I heard that you still have a burial system there. As a high priest, do you need many people to be buried with you?"

He raised his hand and pointed at the army behind Amoda Khan, "I think they are pretty good and very suitable for your status. Think about it, I can help for free..."

(End of this chapter)