My life of martial arts training

"Boss, it's snowing. How about... let's take him back for trial." A strong man couldn't help but shiver. He didn't feel very cold when he was running wildly before.

But now that I stopped, and my back was wet with sweat, my body temperature dropped quickly.

"Yeah, what if this kid freezes to death..." another person echoed.

"Two losers, take him with you." Wu Sandao yelled.

"Yes." The two big men quickly apologized with a smile. Just as they were about to mention Cen Junzhi, they heard Wu Sandao yell angrily;

"who!!"

Wu Sandao responded with two breaking voices!

Under the moonlight, Wu Sandao's pupils shrank, and two spears, with sharp cold light shining on their tips, were rapidly attacking him.

Wu Sandao reacted quickly and held the long knife at his waist.

Zheng! ! !

A flash of sword light flashed through the darkness, and the attacking spear was knocked away by Wu Sandao.

Shen Yuan was a little surprised when he saw the spear being blown away, but he was not discouraged.

For more than a month, I have taken some time every day to practice throwing spears, and my progress can only be considered average.

He originally wanted to learn bows, arrows, and crossbows, but these two types were either too difficult to learn, or they were contraband and difficult to obtain.

Shen Yuan took off the three spears from his back and threw them all out, and then his whole body also shot out.

Whoosh! !

"Damn it."

Wu Sandao cursed angrily. If there were only three spears, he could still easily chop them away. But when he saw a figure rushing towards him, he could only choose to dodge.

If you choose to split the spear, your own energy and blood will inevitably be stagnant, and what follows will be a violent blow from the opponent.

Wu Sandao easily dodged the spear, but the two people behind him were not so lucky.

There was only a few breaths of time between Wu Sandao's flying spear and Shen Yuan's attack again. The two strong men's already somewhat stiff bodies were unable to react at all.

"Puff!!"

One strong man was stabbed through the head without saying a word and died tragically on the spot. The other was stabbed in the shoulder and fell to the ground screaming.

Cen Junzhi was lucky. He was lying on the ground. If Shen Yuan had taken action later, he would still have been penetrated by the spear.

Looking at the scarred face holding a long knife, Shen Yuan picked up the iron rod in his hand and hit the opponent hard.

As soon as Wu Sandao dodged the spear, there was a sound of breaking wind in his ears. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a masked figure holding an iron rod and hitting him in the chest.

The attack was too fast and the timing was so good that he couldn't dodge it and could only defend himself forcefully.

Wu Sandao holds the handle of the knife in one hand and the blade in the other, holding the long knife upright in front of his chest.

'when! ’

The iron rod hit the long knife hard, and sparks flew everywhere.

A huge force was transmitted from the blade to both arms, and Wu Sandao was shocked; "What a powerful force."

He quickly circulated his energy and blood to slow down the impact of this force, and at the same time, with the help of strength, his body retreated.

"Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of the Qinlong Gang." Wu Sandao shouted fiercely, holding the long knife tightly in his right hand, while his left hand was trembling slightly at the moment.

Chen Yuan was silent, bowed, stepped forward, and struck Wu Sandao with his stick.

However, Shen Yuan's stick technique didn't have any structure at all, it just relied on sneak attacks and indomitable momentum.

But Wu Sandao didn't show any sign of ridicule. He climbed up from the bottom and knew the consequences of underestimating the enemy, not to mention that the opponent's strength was stronger than his own.

"when!!"

With the help of weak sparks, two pairs of eyes looked at each other, with cold murderous intent in both eyes.

Wu Sandao was worthy of having climbed up from the bottom, and his combat experience was far richer and more cunning than Shen Yuan's.

He raised his right foot and flicked it towards Shen Yuan's crotch. If this kick hit, Shen Yuan would definitely be severely injured.

But Shen Yuan did not dodge. He clenched his left hand into a fist and hit the opponent's chest.

Wu Sandao's pupils shrank, he didn't expect that the opponent's fighting style would be so cruel, not even taking his life.

But when he saw Shen Yuan's light red fist, he understood why. If he was hit by this punch, his entire internal organs would be shattered.

Wu Sandao retracted his legs, raised his knees, and jumped up with his right foot. His left knee just hit Shen Yuan's forearm. With this force, he rolled backwards.

Chen Yuan was hit by this collision, his left hand was lifted up, and the defense of his chest was exposed, and then there was a cold sword light, slashing towards his chest.

At the critical moment, Shen Yuan leaned back violently, his whole body showing a strange posture, and the blade of the knife passed over his chest.

Wu Sandao's eyes widened, unable to imagine that Shen Yuan would use this posture to dodge.

This posture can be said to be the ultimate backward fall. The entire body is parallel and is completely supported by the calves.

Bang! !

Shen Yuan could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. The moment he landed, he put his left hand on the ground and kicked out with his legs together.

Wu Sandao guarded his chest with one hand, but was kicked away. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were like a hawk, staring at Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan also got up from the ground, and in the darkness, their eyes met again.

"kill!!"

The two sides stopped talking and bumped into each other again.

"Death." Wu Sandao shouted furiously, jumped up, and struck down with his sword.

In battle, jumping up is a taboo, because you can't use force in the air, and it's easy for the opponent to seize the opportunity and kill you with one blow.

But Wu Sandao's attack was completely life-threatening!

Although Shen Yuan could kill the opponent in one blow, he would also be seriously injured. He subconsciously took a step back.

But soon, he regretted it.

Because next, there was Wu Sandao's endless sword shadow.

What Wu Sandao learned was called Black Wind Sword Technique. Although it was a fragment, it was also powerful.

After Shen Yuan took a step back, he realized that victory was on his side again, and he quickly urged the blood in his body.

The burning blood came out of Wu Sandao's body, and the snowflakes falling from the sky were melted before they touched his body.

The Black Wind Sword Technique emphasizes that if one sword succeeds, a hundred swords will succeed.

If the opponent chooses to retreat in the face of the first sword, the next thing he will face will be the sword shadow of death.

Half a cup of tea later.

"How is it possible."

Looking at Shen Yuan covered in blood, Wu Sandao's eyes widened.

"Why aren't you dead yet?!"

"Die!"

He roared furiously. The opponent was hit by more than ten knives, three of which were so deep that the bone was visible, but the opponent was still alive and well.

"Dang."

After Wu Sandao chopped a knife, he gasped heavily. Performing the Black Wind Sword Technique required a lot of physical strength, but the physical strength consumed by the defender was twice as much as his.

"Ahem, no physical strength left?" Shen Yuan's face was covered with hideous blood marks. Looking at Wu Sandao, he showed a cruel smile.

At this time, the iron rod was already covered with knife marks. There were one or two places where huge gaps were cut, and it was only a hair's breadth away from breaking directly.

"I'm just warming up." Shen Yuan twisted his neck. The strengthening of his physique not only enhanced his blood and qi, but also his endurance and recovery ability.

"You, you monster." Wu Sandao looked desperate. He had consumed too much physical strength and didn't even have a chance to escape.