One person uses sword skills and uses dead branches.

One person uses the stick method and the logs used.

The grudges ten years ago are ten years later. This world seems to be without grudges that run through more than ten years. It is like grudges that last for ten years, and if one does not decide one's life or death, one will be sorry to have entered this world.

People in the martial arts world seem to pay the most attention to one kindness and grudge. If you give a cold meal, it is grudge. If you don’t give a charity, it is grudge. If you don’t give a charity, you will be revenge. Because of this kind of grudge, you will be a kidnapped, and your wife and children will be separated for ten years. In the eyes of the two brothers of the Xue family, who have always been wandering around the edge of the martial arts world and the temple, it is somewhat ridiculous.

There are right or wrong things, and there are right or wrong people. It is not convenient for them to evaluate them, although they are more inclined to be kind-hearted.

Fortunately, the martial arts moves are not as chaotic as people's hearts. Good is good, bad is bad.

Xue Meng saw that the beggar was slashing with his sword, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart.

After all, Xue Yong has better martial arts skills. As his brother, he has eaten rice for a few more years and has seen more tricks. Seeing that his benefactor's eighteen swords were stronger than his sword, he could not kill the beggar on the spot. Obviously, his manpower was exhausted, and it was hard to say what he would win today. Even if he was unwilling to admit it in his heart, it would be a better chance of winning.

Jian Wuzheng shook the dead branches in his hand: "Will you go outside and fight?"

The beggar danced a stick flower and grinned, "Are you afraid of hurting the person in the hole?"

Jian Wuzheng was not pretentious and nodded.

The beggar took three steps back, a little closer to the hole, raised his eyebrows, showing his true slutty nature.

Jian Wuzheng snorted coldly, as if he had expected this result. Without waiting for the ruffian to show off his power several times, he was able to approach him with a sword. With the sharp surge in the sword force, it was not the previous eighteen swords that could match. Obviously, he had left a lot of strength before.

The beggar also took the rogue's face and frowned and waved seven sticks in a row before taking the attack.

Even if the qi and blood surged and his face was red, he would still take this sword.

The beggar looked at Jian Wuming with a little surprised look, straightened his body slightly, and looked a little taller: "A hundred years ago, I can't take this sword."

The two brothers of the Xue family, who were originally watching the battle and stealing the army, almost laughed out loud. A hundred years ago, I was afraid that the beggar's grandfather was not born? According to his wishes, he could catch the sword after he was born? It was so crazy that he was out of nowhere.

Jian Wuzheng didn't laugh. Seeing the beggar taking a long breath, the branches and leaves in the valley moved, and he exhaled and inhaled again. After a few times, the wind stormed in the valley, and his heart moved: "The Eternal Life Art?"

The beggar nodded and recognized it.

Jian Wuzheng turned around and used his eyes to signal the two to run quickly.

Xue Mengguang saw that his benefactor winked at them, and could not understand the meaning in his eyes at all. He was still looking around to see if his benefactor was looking for something.

Xue Yong was more active, picked up his younger brother who was a little heavier than him, and strode to the entrance of the cave.

The beggar smiled slightly and let the two of them run away. When they escaped into the entrance of the cave, he lived up to his hunchbacked appearance after he finished adjusting his breathing. Although he was still blind, at least he looked much more pleasing to his eyes.

The beggar waved his palm and cut the wooden stick into a thick and slender wooden knife in a few seconds: "I underestimated you with a dog-beating stick before. I have practiced the knife technique for ten years. No one taught me, and I learned some wild ways. There are the sword technique of the Mongolians and the sword technique of the Japanese. If you give me nineteen swords, I will give you nineteen swords and take it. The two people in the cave will return you."

The Japanese man started his sword drawing technique and swept away with one sword. Jian Wuming took a step back and the dead branches were on the head of the knife.

Before the first sword was reached, the beggar made the second move, which was the position of the Mongolian saber, slashing down from above and using the rushing force of the horse to kill the enemy. Although there was no horse at this moment, the momentum was not slow.

Jian Wuzheng avoided sideways.

The third style, the knife technique suddenly becomes softer, is the sword technique of a small country in the Western Regions. It seems slow, but it is actually very fast. Jian Wuzheng could not adapt to this kind of fighting method. The wooden knife and his body came to their senses, swung the branches to block, and half of the dead branches were cut off.

If he succeeds with one sword, the beggar will not miss this opportunity. His sword skills are messy, but his moves are all the famous skills of a certain master of XX in the world. He has used ten years to soften it into this strange sword technique. Although the moves cannot be fully integrated due to the limitations of talent, he is confident that even with this fixed way, there are not many people in the world who can block it.

The fourth sword was the famous Mobei swordsman Qin Wushang 50 years ago. Qin Wushang once slashed the ten-mile sandstorm with one knife, and was the most fierce and fierce. Jian Wujian could not do anything, so he had to retreat to avoid his sharpness.
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