Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi held the Yitian sword in his hand and preemptively attacked.

He pointed his sword towards Fu Hongxue's ribs.

There was a gleam in Fu Hongxue's eyes.

He drew his knife.

The touch of the knife and the sword produced a burst of violent sparks.

"Good knife!" Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but praise.

"Hmph!" Fu Hongxue exerted all his strength, and the two quickly separated.

Lin Pingzhi already had a rough idea of ​​Fu Hongxue's strength.

He has a weak card ready at any time.

"You should use his throwing knife." Fu Hongxue looked at Lin Pingzhi and said.

Lin Pingzhi's face showed bitterness, is this insinuating that his sword skills are not good enough?

"You mean my sword is weak?" Lin Pingzhi asked.

"No." Fu Hongxue denied, "I just want to see his throwing knives more."

The conversation between the two made everyone present a little puzzled.

Who is he?

Master Mingyue can throw knives?

Only now did Huang Rong remember.

When Lin Pingzhi rescued her, he seemed to hit Fu Hongxue's knife with something.

That's why he saved her.

Could that be his throwing knife that Fu Hongxue was talking about?

Lin Pingzhi stood up a little bit, looking at Fu Hongxue with vigilance.

"I think I still like to use a sword." Lin Pingzhi said, "There are not many people who can let me use a sword."

"Then shouldn't I be thankful?" Fu Hongxue smiled slightly, this was the first time the corners of his mouth rose in front of everyone.

"No, maybe you shouldn't be lucky." Lin Pingzhi charged towards Fu Hongxue with his sword.

"Why?" Fu Hongxue's saber was like a crescent moon, slashing towards Lin Pingzhi with a cold light.

"clang--"

"If I strike a sword, I will hurt people." Lin Pingzhi struck out with another sword.

"Then you need to be sad." Fu Hongxue slashed out.

"clang--"

"Why sad!"

"I will kill with a knife!"

"clang--"

Lin Pingzhi and Fu Hongxue came and went, chatting while fighting.

"I'm going to be serious." The smile on Fu Hongxue's mouth disappeared, replaced by a grim expression.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Fu Hongxue, and Fu Hongxue also looked at him.

"Then I'm serious too." Lin Pingzhi also said coldly.

"This knife is called Eagle Strikes the Sky!"

"Watch me smash your eagle into the sky!"

"Ah!"

A hint of shock appeared in Fu Hongxue's eyes, his Eagle Strike was shattered.

Lin Pingzhi's wrist trembled slightly.

Although Dugu Nine Swords' broken knife style is very effective.

But the huge force from Fu Hongxue's saber still caused Lin Pingzhi's jaw to ache.

"Look at the sword!"

A gleam flashed in Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

He found that it seemed impossible to defeat Fu Hongxue without getting injured.

Then the only thing he can do is to fight with his life.

"Good come!"

Fu Hongxue yelled loudly, and greeted him with a knife.

Lin Pingzhi's sword pierced Fu Hongxue's shoulder.