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As if sensing Bai Ge's doubts, the man in black spoke up.

"But the weapons are visible," he said.

Although the light was weak, there were still reflections on the weapons.

Bai Ge nodded, he stopped looking at the man in black, but focused all his attention on the two people below.

A spear is a long-handled weapon, one inch long and one inch stronger.

For Dao Jue, five steps is the most suitable attack distance, and beyond five steps is the range of Gun Jue.

But this world is a world of martial arts. With the development of internal strength, the development of martial arts can take off. Bai Ge doesn't know how strong one's personal strength can be, so he wants to open his eyes.

The heavy rain poured down, and the two stood for a long time.

But the knife never drew the knife.

Zhang Yan frowned slightly. The gun had a natural distance advantage over the sword, and the opponent's refusal to draw the sword seemed to be giving way, waiting for him to strike first, or planning to fight back.

Either way, he had no reason to be afraid.

Ten steps is the final safe distance, and one step forward is a fight that cannot be retreated.

Gun Jue took a step forward and preempted strikes.

The spear slashed across the rain curtain, creating a dazzling silver glow in the heavy rain like a bead curtain.

Martial arts practitioners see fire like a fire, and fire like thunder.

Qiangjue has been practicing spears for [-] years, and he is very familiar with all aspects of spear skills. There is no need for lengthy reading time, and it all depends on muscle reflex memory.

His [-] years of solid and hard training are all reflected in this swift and dragon-like shot.

The first shot created a water curtain, and the inner air surged like a tsunami, traversing the atmosphere like a dragon coming out of a hole.

At the same moment, the knife never drew it.

He raised his scabbard knife to resist the fatal stab.

In the competition of internal strength, the dull sound bloomed among the splashes of water, cracks and two deep footprints appeared on the bluestone floor, but Dao Jue still did not take a step back, his face remained motionless, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble in the slightest.

But the shot wasn't a killer.

Zhang Yan, the master of the gun, went one step further, pulled out the gun and retracted it. With one movement, the silver light flashed three times in a row, and the unseen afterimage spread out in the rain curtain. It was obviously fast to the extreme, but it was as if the slow motion was repeating itself.

Three consecutive cold stars bloom.

Any shot is enough to penetrate the rock.

He didn't release his internal strength externally, but concentrated all his internal strength on the silver spear, making it invincible, and Bailian Steel was as fragile as paper before this sharp edge.

It's all paper, there is no difference between one piece and two pieces!

The lancet bone still did not draw the knife.

Instead of retreating, he went one step further.

Facing the cold star pointed out by the silver gun, the scabbard was shaken three times in a row, and three finger-sized holes appeared in the scabbard of unknown material, and the cracks expanded rapidly.

Zhang Yan's eyes burst out with infinite evil spirit, but he still didn't draw a knife!

In a fit of rage, he went one step further.

Stepping out in three steps, his gun power has reached its peak.

Zhang Yan swung the silver spear, supported the back end of the silver spear with his palm, and pushed with all his strength, his inner energy exploded like a mountain torrent, exhausting all the strength in his body.

The speed at which the third shot burst out in an instant had already approached the sound barrier.

Zhang Yan didn't hold back from this blow, even if he killed someone by mistake because of it, he wouldn't have the slightest doubt.

Not only is the sword blind, but also because of Liu Daogu's own mistakes, if he still refuses to draw the sword, then he will die of his own arrogance.

"pity……"

The man in black sighed, and said, "The one who is arrogant...is himself."

When Zhang Yan took another step, Dao Jue's right hand holding the handle of the knife finally made a movement.

The distance between the two of them was already enough to pull out a knife.

Therefore, the black knife was unsheathed.

The inner energy was neatly gathered on the sharp edge, and his figure dissipated away.

His person and the black knife are condensed into one body, and his energy, spirit, mind, body and skills are all melted into one furnace.

Three miles of night, a line of knife light.

The black line cut through the silver light.

The footsteps are soft, and the heavy rain is still there.

Only a silver spear was split in two, and the short blade melted into the water color, no longer shining.

There was no pleasantries, no long-winded words, just for a moment, but Dao Jue had already fought with all his strength, without arrogance or contempt.

Swing the knife and win.

Fight to the top, then end.

Whether it is life or death, victory or defeat, it is just a moment.

Qiang Jue knelt down on one knee, he was not injured at all, not a single hair was missing, but he couldn't stand up straight, staring at the broken weapon in his hand, as if he had lost his soul...

Dao Jue put the saber back into its sheath, then walked back dully, picked up the heavy stone tablet, and walked away step by step, without even leaving a word.

Zhang Yan raised his head slightly when Lancet Bone passed by, saw the stele, and then fell into a daze again.

There are only five characters on the stele.

——Tomb of the Lancet Bone

He came with the monument, and already had the heart of death.

How can such a pure martial arts practitioner be a little arrogant?

Zhang Yan suddenly understood who the arrogant one was... He regretted it very much. Maybe if he took a step back with the third shot and shot back the carbine, maybe the result of the victory or defeat would be completely different. With pain in his mouth, he gritted his teeth and punched hard. He hit the street hard, his mood fluctuated with the pouring rain, and just like that... he fell into autism.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, and I have beaten others into autistic guns countless times, and I have tasted the taste of defeat and autism for the first time.

The two warring parties, like people drinking water, know how warm and cold they are, but the spectators have other thoughts.

The confrontation between the two was short but extremely exciting, and the competition of strength, skill and heart reached a very high level.

In this regard, Bai Ge feels ashamed, even if he has the same level of cultivation, it is absolutely impossible for him to win over either of the two...

Most importantly, he never expected that Gun Jue would be defeated so simply.

Dao Jue's strength is so strong, will ordinary conspiracy calculations still work?

Does a madman carrying a tombstone to a duel really have anything to fear?

"No, there are no people without weaknesses in this world... It's just that I haven't found them yet." Bai Ge frowned: "...It seems that I can only go to Tianlefang."

Chapter 140 Eight You Are Looking For Death

Tianlefang.

"My lord, Miss invites you in... This is the first time she has allowed someone to enter her boudoir." Xiaotao said with a smile, "Why don't you just seize the opportunity and spend the night here tonight?"

Bai Ge glanced at her, and said calmly: "It's fine to stay overnight, but one person is not enough, so we need to find two more."

Xiaotao's eyes widened, her cheeks were slightly red, she stepped back a few steps, and said shyly, "Bai, Mr. Bai, you can't do it... No matter how you say it's too..."

"How can we play Landlords if we don't have four of us together?" Bai Ge gave her a strange look.

"Hmm...Young master is bullying people again, hmph, I'm ignoring you, the young lady is in the room." Xiaotao blushed, stomped her feet pretending to be angry, and ran away like flying away.

Bai Ge knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Miss Qin's voice came from inside.

Bai Ge pushed open the half-hidden door, and a scent of incense and rouge mixed into the warm air.

But he didn't go in, but stood outside the door, and only saw a shadowy figure through the gap in the door.

"It's windy and cold outside, why don't you come in?"

"Miss Qin, I'm talking outside now, it's better not to go in."

"...Is Mr. Bai still brooding over the previous faux pas?"

"It's not that... entering a woman's room will arouse part of my psychological shadow."

Most of Bai Ge's psychological shadows were caused by one person, but he didn't want to mention it, so he said decisively: "It's more convenient to stand outside the door and talk. Originally, I just came to ask some questions."

"Okay." Miss Qin didn't insist, "What do you want to ask, Master?"

"Knife must."

Bai Ge said: "A quarter of an hour ago, Dao Jue entered the city."

"Oh?"

Miss Qin frowned slightly, she sat up and asked, "Did you see it, Master?"

"Knife Jue and Gun Jue fought a battle."

Bai Ge said: "Three strokes... three strokes of the sword will defeat the sword."

"...The young master saw it with his own eyes?"

"I saw it with my own eyes and confirmed it is true."

Bai Ge wanted to say that Zhang Yan had been labeled as autistic, so could it be false?

"I didn't expect Dao Jue's strength to be so strong. No wonder he has the confidence to challenge the Juggernaut."

Miss Qin said softly: "If Mr. Bai wants to know about Dao Jue, even if I can tell you, it won't help you... What we know is very limited. Where did his sword skills come from and who did he learn from? , no one knows."

"Then from Qin Jue's point of view, who can win the battle of Sword Master?" Bai Ge asked.

"I'm just a piano player, and I don't know the level of strength in Jianghu..." Miss Qin shook her head: "Whether it's sword master or sword master, I have never met each other. How dare a little girl speak lightly of a hero in the world."

"...Then I didn't ask Qin Jue, but Du Jue?"