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Ma Fei's words stimulated Li Qingyun, causing him to instantly clench his fists and grit his teeth.

At the same time, Ma Fei pointed a hoe at Ying Longxiao and his group, and continued: "What? Don't you dare? I will be merciful!"

The village chief Ma Xin scolded: "A Fei! What a joke!"

Ma Fei still insisted and refused to give in: "Don't worry, dad, I will show you now how much these guys who deceive the world and steal their reputation are really worth. I can protect the village with my own strength!"

Finally, Ying Longxiao held down Li Qingyun and stood two steps forward holding the famous sword Warring States.

"In that case, then let me be your opponent!"

Ma Fei snorted: "Very good, at least you have the courage!"

Li Qingyun said excitedly: "Brother Long, teach him a lesson!"

Li Qingyan pulled Lulu and retreated to the edge of the crowd. With worry and trust in his heart, he said "be careful" to Ying Long Xiao.

Ying Longxiao nodded lightly, returned a very comforting smile, turned his head and faced Ma Fei, his expression quickly dropped to freezing point.

Then, Ma Fei waved his hoe and took the lead in attacking Ying Long Xiao.

His level is level 13, and his combat power is as high as 90 points. Judging from the numerical value alone, he is indeed much stronger than Ying Long Xiao. No wonder he speaks so aggressively.

The heavy hoe was as flexible as his own arm, and he dug a big hole in the ground with just one move of the hoe.

In an instant, sand and stones were flying.

After Ying Longxiao turned around to avoid it, he was still knocked back two meters by the strong wind caused by the hoe.

"Hmph!" Ma Fei sneered at this and launched a series of attacks on Ying Long Xiao even more bravely.

Ying Longxiao had no choice but to hide again and again.

After a while, big holes were made one after another on the ground, and dust was flying all over the sky, like a sandstorm.

Ma Fei was annoyed by Ying Longxiao's avoidance of fighting, and his brows gradually furrowed. Finally, he roared violently, condensed a large number of cyclones on the tip of the hoe, set off a stream of aura, and hit Yinglong Xiao hard. .

Ying Longxiao mentioned the Cloud Stepping Skill and somersaulted to the ground. When Ma Fei continued to chase him, he slapped him to the ground with the back of his knife.

Ma Fei ate a mouthful of mud in embarrassment.

The scene fell silent immediately, everyone was so surprised that they were stunned.

The village chief Ma Xin who was watching the battle was very nervous. When he saw his son being knocked to the ground, he almost gasped and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he noticed that Ying Long Xiao was using the back of a knife to hit the person. It felt like a whip, only pain but no blood.

Afterwards, Ma Fei rose from the ground and attacked again.

The difference is that this time, Ma Fei gritted his teeth and was furious, and the pride and contempt before could no longer be seen on his face.

But the angrier he gets, the more unorganized his attacks will be, and the harder it will be to hit Ying Long Xiao.

Ying Longxiao used his body skills flexibly to avoid Ma Fei's attacks, and at the same time he could always use the back of his knife to make a precise slash, hitting Ma Fei like a whip.

Ma Fei was knocked down for the second time, and the people who supported him secretly gritted their teeth for him.

Ma Fei was knocked down for the third time, and the crowd spontaneously cheered for him and shared the same hatred with him.

Ma Fei was knocked down for the fourth time, and the sound of cheering gradually faded.

Ma Fei was knocked down for the fifth time, and the crowd fell silent.

He fell to the ground, panting, and there were eye-catching red marks all over his body, which were all struck by Ying Longxiao with the back of the knife. The pain made him grin and sweat.

After a long while, he couldn't get up again.

Ying Longxiao looked at him, with the knife in his hand hanging low, without saying anything, he turned around and left it at that.

Suddenly, Li Qingyan shouted: "Be careful——"

At the same time, a fierce and violent air blew from behind, making Ying Longxiao feel like walking on thin ice for an instant. When he turned around, he was blown away by the sand and stones all over the sky and could hardly open his eyes. Ma Fei in the storm raised his hoe high and jumped up. A heavy blow struck him.

Ying Longxiao hurriedly raised his famous sword Warring States to resist, and gritted his teeth. However, when the huge force fell, his body suddenly took seven or eight steps back.

In an instant, another crisp clang was heard, and the famous sword Sengoku was broken into two pieces in the middle.

The handle of the knife was still in his hand, but half of the blade fell to the ground.

Ying Longxiao's eyes were dull and he was stunned on the spot.

Only then did he realize that Ma Fei's blow was aimed at his weapon, not his people.

Ma Fei gasped lightly, looked directly at Ying Long Xiao, and said sternly: "Do you think you won? But in my opinion, you lost."

Li Qingyun stood up and said angrily: "You made a sneak attack!"

Ma Fei ignored him, patted the dust on his chest, and continued: "You are very strong, I admit that. But... hide it, this is not a real sword. A real sword is upright. The sword is a sword of protection, a sword that needs to stand in front of the weak and confront the enemy head-on."

When Ying Longxiao heard the familiar words, he raised his head like an electric shock. This was the second time he heard this sentence. Tie Qing had said the same thing to him when he fought against Tie Qing before.

Ma Fei took his people and left.

Before leaving, he said one last thing to Ying Long Xiao: "In the face of danger, you may be able to escape, but the people you protect cannot!"

Ying Longxiao pondered these words carefully and fell into deep thought.

Li Qingyan, Li Qingyun and Lulu all gathered around in distress, and were heartbroken when they saw the broken famous Warring States sword.

This knife has a different meaning to Ying Longxiao. It is his first weapon, and it is also a precious memory left by his master, but he did not expect it to be lost here.

Li Qingyan picked up the broken half of the blade and carefully brought it to Ying Long Xiao.

At this time, the village chief Ma Xin chased after him with a blushing face, argued with his son Ma Fei for a few words, and came back with a look of self-blame after having no results.

He looked at the broken knife in Ying Longxiao's hand and lamented: "Oh, it's a good weapon. It's a pity that the hoe Ma Fei used is forged from Plutonian iron. It is very hard and it is difficult for ordinary weapons to be in his hands." It’s easy to get a bargain, not to mention that your knife is already old, and the power stored in the knife has weakened a lot.”

Li Qingyan asked: "Village Chief, is there any way to repair this weapon? I know it can be done, right?"

Lulu also raised her head and looked at the village chief Ma Xin expectantly: "Yes, since it is a blacksmith village, there must be a lot of blacksmiths."

The village chief, Ma Xin, held his beard and nodded: "Well! Don't worry, there will definitely be a way to repair the knife. If we can't do this little thing, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of our blacksmith village?"

Hearing this, smiles quickly bloomed on everyone's faces.

Village chief Ma Xin even smiled and said: "We don't have many blacksmith villages, but when it comes to blacksmiths, they are really everywhere."