This Navy is Rude

Bang!

As if the sound of a sandbag being exploded, Tarco's slashing whirlwind was successfully deciphered by Hawkeye, leaving only the hair on Hai Lan's forehead that was blown by the breeze.

But Hawkeye is not intact, the clothes on his body have left dozens of holes, if it is not for the armed domineering body protection, these are the wounds on his body.

Seeing that the opponent had cracked his own move, Talco was not angry but happy, raising his hand was another brand new move.

"Fighting Swordsmanship. Westbound Spring Wind Slash!"

laugh!

A radiant sword energy cut towards Hawkeye, the sound was like a gust of wind, and its momentum was like lightning.

So fast!

Hawkeye's pupils shrank, brushing the edge of the sword energy to narrowly avoid Tarco's attack.

If he just took one step slower, half of his shoulder would be cut off by Talkozigan.

But before he had time to fight back, Talco's sword energy turned back after flying a certain distance.

Ding!

The black knife collided with the sword energy, and Hawkeye, who was blocking the sword energy, was pushed all the way in Tarco's direction by the sword energy.

It was too late to dodge, and Hawkeye chose to risk his life, using the driving force of the sword energy to accelerate, and raised the knife to kill Tarco.

The collision of the black knife and the black knife produced dazzling sparks one after another under the night and in the moonlight.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for dozens of rounds.

"Hey...Young man, well done..."

Tarco was stabbed in the waist by Hawkeye.

"..."

Hawkeye was cut in the shoulder by Talco.

Is this the "world's number one swordsman"?It seems like nothing more than that...

A trace of doubt floated in Hawkeye's heart.

"Come on, this is the last fight!"

"it is good!"

"Blast Wind Swordsmanship. Ye Fengshen Flash Slash!"

"Black knife. Flash!"

The figures of the two flashed past, and they exchanged positions in an instant.

At this moment, it seemed that time stood still for a second.

"I lost."

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Hawkeye spat out a mouthful of blood, and the black knife Dark Moon in his hand was broken in two.

"No, I lost!"

Tarco turned around, grinning.

His shirt exploded in an instant, and along with the broken bandage, a large amount of blood sprayed out.

Seeing this scene, the eagle's sharp eyes couldn't help flickering slightly.

Because between Talco's chest and abdomen, there are not only the wounds he cut, but also old wounds.

Who hurt the "world's number one swordsman"?

Could it be that he... is invincible?

Tarco opened his arms, as if to hug Hawkeye: "Come on, kill me."

"why?"

"A wound on the back is a disgrace to a swordsman."

Hawkeye couldn't help being taken aback, this sentence touched him a lot.

But what he wanted to ask was not this matter, "Why did you fight me with injuries?"

"Entrusting Heidao Ye to you is much better than leaving it in someone's hands. From today, you are the world's number one swordsman!"

Hawkeye couldn't accept such a result: "This is the number one in the world, don't worry about it!"

Talco roared: "Don't you have the heart to let Black Knife Ye fall into the hands of those who have evil intentions? Although you have never fought against me in perfect condition, as long as you keep this name in the future, you are not worthy of it." Can you afford the status of "the world's number one swordsman"?

As long as you still regard yourself as a pure swordsman, you are obliged to protect the strongest black sword in the world. Don't you have the confidence to keep the title of 'the world's number one swordsman'? "

Without waiting for Hawkeye's answer, Tarco threw Heidao Ye to Hawkeye.

"Come on, use this world's strongest black knife, use your strongest moves, and kill the world's number one swordsman!"

Hawkeye was still hesitating.

A vampire-like figure, bathed in moonlight, landed atop a corner of the open-air dueling arena.