final catastrophe

Chapter 295 118. The style of that knife

The fight that determines the number one in the world is not imminent.

Xia Ji looked at the peasant man in black wolf and black armor, and suddenly asked nonsense: "Do you use a knife?"

Pang Changye said: "When I was young, I chopped firewood, and later I went to the imperial capital to roam around. I don't know any other weapons, I can only use knives."

Then he also asked nonsense: "You also use a knife?"

Xia Ji said: "The first time I came into contact with martial arts was five or six years ago. At that time, I didn't know anything. The master said that the sword is easy to learn. Even if you don't master it well, you can still do it twice, so I used the sword. "

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be immersed in memories, and said lightly: "The five or six years really passed away at the snap of a finger. The past is still like last night."

Qunhao: "."

Emperor Shang's side: "."

Xia Ji said another nonsense: "How is your sword skill?"

Pang Changye said: "It's not that good. After decades of practice, beheading is like chopping wood. You always use a knife with your hands. Others are swordsmen, but I am a farmer. I am born to chop wood. The use of knives is always nondescript. Make people laugh."

Then, naturally, he asked, "What about you?"

Xia Ji said: "I haven't even pulled out the knife yet, the scabbard was smashed and it's shameful to say it."

Qunhao: "."

Emperor Shang's side: "."

Pang Changye continued: "I only have one move with a knife."

"Which trick?"

"I can only chop, I can't do anything except this action."

Xia Ji sighed: "This is enough."

"Why?"

"I'm not good at swordsmanship, and I'm usually ashamed to draw the sword, but the scabbard was broken, so I can only carry the sword."

Qunhao: "."

Emperor Shang's side: "."

Pang Changye sighed: "It's rare to have a good friend, I really don't want to fight with you."

Xia Ji said: "If you don't want to fight, then sit down and chat."

Qunhao: "."

Emperor Shang's side: "."

Pang Changye said: "Okay, then let's sit down and chat."

After finishing speaking, he put the broad-backed black gold knife in his hand on his lap, and sat down with his legs open, just like enjoying the cool at Zhuangkou after working, chatting with bragging farmers.

Xia Ji actually sat down too, and the long knife of Huyue, which had lost its scabbard, lay horizontally on his knees.

Song Ling was speechless.

Fortunately, he was not good at speech, and he rarely spoke.

Xia Ji looked up and saw the thin bamboo pole wrapped in a black cloak, and said, "He doesn't use a knife?"

Pang Changye said: "He doesn't use a knife."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at his equally famous colleague behind him and said, "How about waiting for me for a while?"

Song Ling frowned, he wouldn't think that the two of them really sat down and chatted.

So, he nodded and stepped aside.

Xia Ji suddenly laughed and said: "You can sneak attack at any time, because I can see that you are an assassin."

Song Ling nodded and said hoarsely, "Then you still sit down?"

Xia Ji said: "Sit down naturally when you are tired, drink water when you are thirsty, eat when you are hungry, work in the morning, and return home in the evening, and if you have pride in your heart, you can drink all the time.

Unfortunately, there is no wine here. "

Pang Changye said boldly: "It's okay, if you go here, Pang will bring you a jar of fine wine made from his own millet every year."

Xia Ji said: "You also like to drink?"

Pang Changye shook his head: "Never drink, but I make wine."

"Why brew if you don't drink?"

Pang Changye smiled and said, "Because I like it."

Xia Ji laughed out loud.

At the end of the laughter, the two of them had finished talking.

End of words.

But not hands.

The two got up in tacit understanding, as if they saw a friend from afar, so they had to get closer to talk.

Then the two faced each other, with a distance of no more than three meters.

For a peerless swordsman, a distance of three meters is the distance between beheading and retrieving something.

But neither of them made a move.

Instead, sit down slowly.

Pang Changye was still like a peasant, sitting carelessly with his legs open, his broad-faced black gold knife casually placed on one side.

Xia Ji sat cross-legged in a very quiet body, with the long arc knife across his lap.

Shang Huang was a little speechless, and winked at the eunuch beside him, motioning him to urge him to break the weird chat.

But there is no need for eunuchs to urge.

The two struck out in unison.

Pang Changye's sword is like a fierce tiger walking cautiously in the dark, and Xia Ji's sword is like a gentle poem.

Close your eyes at the same time.

Face to face, no more than three meters.

And the two of them fought blindly.

The tiger leaped, and in an instant, a raging black fire was burned. The black fire was the fierce hair on the tiger's body. Pang Changye's movement was very simple, that is, to chop.

He kept chopping, big head, small shoulders, every time he chops, the tiger will burst into flames, like a shooting star, with a dim light, falling from the sky.

Xia Ji's movements are much more casual, he may slash, chop, block, or tease. His movements are quiet and gentle, as slow as lyrical, and the gust of wind is gradually born, and then explodes as if being ignited.

The two sat quietly, their swords shining like the sea.

But the momentum of the wind and fire is lingering.

Seemingly evenly matched.

But in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that this was an unfair contest.

First, Xia Ji has already been consumed by many masters.

Second, Xia Ji was poisoned, his body was weak, and his face was pale.

Thirdly, Xia Ji had to beware of the peerless assassin who stood aside but could strike at any time, so he needed to be distracted.

Under such circumstances, Pang Changye could draw with him.

But it was enough to make him proud.

However, a draw is just what Xia Ji wants to achieve.

After all, it would be too much for this finale person to be easily defeated.

In fact, Pang Changye is indeed a much more powerful ant, at least none of the original five legends of Longzangzhou can match him.

His knife is close to Tao.

Cutting it off is a hint of mysterious providence.

It is impossible to hide.

When it is lifted, it seems to be doomed.

But this kind of doom was broken by Xia Ji every moment.

The two fought faster and faster, and were completely submerged by the ocean formed by the saber energy, and beyond the ocean, there were scenery and black fire hovering like electricity.

But at this moment.

No one noticed that Song Ling wrapped in the black cloak had disappeared.

He never seemed to exist, nor was he ever perceived.

He is so imperceptible, unnoticed.

Whether he stands or disappears, no one knows.

However, the scenery and the waves of the black fire suddenly parted. In the eyes of the heroes and Shang Huang, a figure dressed in black appeared, and the sword in his hand had merged with his figure.

The sword is one.

And abruptly tore apart the sword intent of the two.

He is difficult to detect, but when people notice him, he has already stood in the brightest and most dazzling position.

Sword Intent: Difficult to know like Yin, moving like thunder!

His sword and his people should have appeared behind the weak man at this moment.

He's an assassin, and there's no shame in sneaking up.

And the back is the correct position where his sword should appear!
Pang Changye seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly let out a roar like a wild wolf, and the saber intent on his body instantly climbed to its peak, and the saber was like a shooting star, carrying the power of destroying heaven and earth, and slashed down.

The front is the knife of Xeon Xeon that contains the will of God.

Behind him is a soft and silent sword.

No one knows how the man who is in a weak state should deal with the fact that Wudang has been removed from the position of head teacher.

If he wins, it is the starting point.

If you lose, it is the end.

However, he only has one knife.

No matter what kind of block he made, he could only block one side.

He couldn't dodge.

Experts know the level of action.

Pang Changye and Song Ling are both the most powerful men on this land. Even the previous five legends cannot match them, and even the masters of Shattering Void Realm may not be their opponents.

At this moment, the two of them had already erupted with the strongest strength.

Pang Changye was as fierce as a wolf.

Song Ling was as calm as a night ghost.

No one knows how Xia Ji will deal with it.

How to face it.

How to make a knife.

how to live.

Therefore, there is only one number one in the world.

Therefore, Xia Ji made a move.

That knife has a variety of styles, and the wind and the moon are boundless.

(End of this chapter)