The prince is very fierce

Snow was flying all over the lakeside, and the cold wind was biting the bones on the street.

Xu Buling stood with his spear in both hands, and did not take the initiative to move forward. He looked directly at Chen Daozi who was walking towards him with big strides, and his body was as still as a pine tree.

The swordsman Ding Yuan was the best swordsman under the command of the King of Chu. He was known for his agility and dexterity. He dragged his sword and rushed past Chen Daozi who was walking with big strides. When he was about two feet away from Xu Buling, he suddenly sank down, shoveled up the snow with his long boots, and slid directly over to the ground without touching the ground.

As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger. The spear is the king of soldiers and is invincible in battle. Xu Buling held a two-foot-long spear, which was the longest among the eighteen weapons. No matter which direction he attacked from, he would definitely be shot first.

But where there are advantages, there must be disadvantages. The spear pole is too long to be retracted freely.

Ding Yuan and Chen Daozi both held one-handed swords, which were disadvantageous in terms of strength and distance, but in terms of lightness and flexibility, the only weapons that could compare to them were short weapons such as daggers and Emei thorns.

Ding Yuan chose the relatively cheap ground-lying move in the martial arts world right from the start, because he saw that Xu Buling was standing on the ground and could not use his long spear. He had no other way to deal with him except a "poking" spear move, and as long as he moved forward, he would be unarmed.

"Bah—shameless!"

Zhongli Jiujiu, who was watching from the side, saw that the opponent was two against one and still used this kind of move to attack the lower three roads, and his eyes were angry and anxious.

Those who may have reached the top of the martial arts are all those who have crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In the final analysis, martial arts are "one standing, the other lying down". There is no good or bad in moves, only useful ones. Only the young and inexperienced will care about whether the moves are decent or not.

Ding Yuan's figure was like a ghost, and he slid from the snow to Xu Buling in an instant.

Xu Buling only had a long spear in his hand, so it was impossible for him to do anything fancy. He stepped back quickly, and the spear in his hand shot out like a dragon, using the Guanzhong Eagle Claw Fanzi Sect's signature skill, "Five Steps and Thirteen Spears to Poke the Foot".

Snap, snap, snap--

The two-foot spear tip fell on the bluestone floor tiles like heavy rain, piercing into it and retracting it like a knife cutting tofu, leaving a series of holes on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Ding Yuan held the sword in his right hand and moved on the ground like a ghost, dodging eight spears in a dangerous manner. When he saw that he could stab Xu Buling's left hand holding the spear, he suddenly paused. He glanced away and saw that the two-foot spear tip pierced the sleeve of his left arm, nailing it to the ground.

Xu Buling's eyes were slightly fixed, and he swept through the army without hesitation, trying to behead Ding Yuan who was sticking to the ground.

At this moment, Chen Daozi, who was walking with big strides, suddenly became faster and pounced forward without any accumulation of strength. The Taoist sword in his hand made a sound of sword sound and went straight to Xu Buling's chest.

Xu Buling's eyes were on Ding Yuan on the ground. He noticed a black shadow approaching in front of him with his peripheral vision. He thought it was not good and changed his moves immediately. He kicked the lance with his right foot, breaking the dragon-patterned lance into an arc. Then the lance tip inserted into the bluestone floor tile broke the stone. More than a dozen pieces of broken stone, along with the lance tip, bounced from bottom to top towards Chen Daozi.

Chen Daozi's eyes were calm, and he raised his sleeves to sweep away the broken stones that were as sharp as arrows, but in this way, the sudden attack was temporarily stopped.

Ding Yuan's sleeves were torn into a large piece, and he did not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. While Xu Buling kicked up the lance and blocked Chen Daozi, he slapped the ground with his left hand. As his body bounced up, the sharp blade in his right hand was already in front of Xu Buling.

With one against two, the opponent was Chen Daozi, who was equally matched. Xu Buling was unable to defend against the opponent's close attack, and the long weapon in his hand became a burden in an instant. Facing Ding Yuan who rushed to his face, he had no way to defend himself.

Ding Yuan also saw this opportunity and attacked with all his strength, trying to take Xu Buling down in one fell swoop.

But Xu Buling was not a mediocre person. He realized that he had no time to retract the long spear that was stabbing at Chen Daozi to block Ding Yuan. Without any hesitation, he abandoned the spear, put his palms together to clamp the stabbing blade, and at the same time, he used his shoulder to hit the tip of the spear with all his strength.

Sss——

The dragon-patterned long spear was hit by a huge force, as if it was shot by a bed crossbow, breaking the wind and tearing through the flying snow, and stabbed directly in front of Chen Daozi.

This move was launched in the battle, which was unexpected. Chen Daozi's slightly indifferent eyes changed for the first time. The long sword turned half a circle in his hand, and he blocked the spear tip with the sword spine.

Ding——

A crisp sound spread throughout the streets.

The spear tip, which contained great power, did not stop because of the long sword's obstruction, but pierced through the sword spine, exploding a string of sparks.

But the sword of Wudang Killer God Chen Daozi was not a common thing. Although the sword body was pierced, only a small tip was revealed from the other side. The blade was not broken, and the unstoppable long spear was blocked by force.

Unfortunately, the one-handed sword was too thin and soft. Even if Chen Daozi used his left hand to support the top of the sword, it was still inevitable that the sword was bent and hit the chest of the Taoist robe.

After the muffled sound, Chen Daozi, who was striding forward, slid back at a speed several times faster than the attack.

On the other side, Xu Buling held the long sword with both hands and knocked out the long spear with his shoulder.

Ding Yuan hit with all his strength, but found that it was like piercing into an iron plate, and it was difficult to save half an inch, so he twisted the hilt fiercely.

This is a useful move when the long sword is restricted. It is almost a conditioned reflex of the muscles, and there is no need to think about it.

Xu Buling held the blade with both hands. If he let go, he could continue to stab. If he did not let go, it would be enough to crush Xu Buling's palm. At this point, he was actually defeated.

But what Ding Yuan did not expect was that the prince in front of him was not an ordinary iron head.

Xu Buling did not let go at all. He risked his hands being crushed, holding the sword tightly, and his body turned half a circle with the twisting of the sword. He kicked Ding Yuan's neck with a whip kick.

Ding Yuan twisted the long sword with his right hand. He didn't expect Xu Buring to be so bold. He noticed the strong wind coming from his ears. He only had time to raise his left hand to block for a moment, and then he felt as if a battering ram had been swept over him. His body turned into a broken sack in an instant, and was swept to the ground by a kick.

The master-level masters exchanged moves with each other, but it was nothing more than a spark of calcium carbide.

Zhongli Jiujiu stared and did not dare to blink. He still did not see all the movements of the three of them. He only saw Chen Daozi and Ding Yuan stepping forward at the same time and retreating at the same time. Especially Ding Yuan, his appearance was tragic. He was beaten by a group of people. His legs hit the ground, bounced up again, rolled across the street, and broke the fence of the teahouse before he could stop.

"good!"

Zhongli Jiujiu might have been too nervous, she actually stamped her feet at this moment, wanting to run up and kiss them.

But it's obviously too early to be happy now.

Chen Daozi, who was knocked out by Chang Hu, pressed his long sword against Zhang Feng. He only took three or four steps back and then stopped. He waved the long sword lightly, picked out Long Wen Zhang, who was at the end of his crossbow, and nailed him to the street. on the wall.

There was a little blood on the chest of Chen Daozi's Taoist robe, but that's all. There was no embarrassment, at most it was just some skin trauma.

Of course, it is very rare for Chen Daozi to be injured. At least as Zhongli Jiujiu has grown up, this is the first time I heard that Chen Daozi suffered a loss at the hands of others, and it was still a two-on-one situation.

Chen Daozi's face became a little more serious, he looked down, raised his hand and patted his chest twice, and continued to step forward.

"Cough cough cough——"

The swordsman Ding Yuan was obviously stunned by the kick and fell into the inn fence. He coughed repeatedly and blinked hard, with a look of shock in his eyes. He waited for a moment before holding his sword and standing up unsteadily.

Xu Buling stood there, glanced at the two people who looked slightly embarrassed, spread his hands, and said slightly teasingly:

"That's it? Still fighting?"

The words were quite arrogant, but Xu Buling was obviously feeling weak in his heart.

He was now unarmed.

The two blows he took with all his strength would have killed eight times for an ordinary person. But of these two guys, Chen Daozi only scratched his skin and didn't even break his sword; the other one received a whip on the neck, and his strength was enough to kick the person's head off, but this person was just stunned for a moment. Not even a single bone was broken, and he stood up like this.

In this case, he would not be able to fight without the weapon in his hand.

Xu Bu Ling spoke sarcastically at this time, just to delay for a while and find a weapon.

Facing Xu Buling's ridicule, Chen Daozi said nothing and stopped three feet away.

Ding Yuan received a strong whip, and his neck was almost out of place. His face turned blue, he twisted his neck hard, and nodded while holding the sword:

"Excellent skills and well-deserved reputation! Keep going!"

Xu Buring nodded and walked towards the long pole nailed to the wall, trying to get the weapon back and continue fighting.

But this is obviously not a turn-based arena. Chen Daozi and Ding Yuan are both top masters in the world. How could they fall for such a delaying tactic? They have lost their weapons and want to get them back. What are you thinking?

Xu Buling had just taken half a step, when Chen Daozi tapped the ground with the tips of his slippers, rose into the air like a willow catkin, and pressed towards Xu Buling like a falcon pouncing on a rabbit.

Ding Yuan suppressed the surge of energy and blood in his chest and abdomen, stepped on the ground with both feet, rushed out of the fence with a sharp sword in hand, and pressed Xu Buring from the side again.

The two of them worked together flawlessly.

Xu Buling could not block the two swords with his bare hands. Seeing that the other party was not showing any grace, he could only raise his hand and said urgently:

"knife!"

Zhongli Jiujiu had already sensed something was wrong, and while cursing the two of them for shamelessly bullying the juniors, he quickly pulled out the Minghong Sword from his waist, and in case Chen Daozi stopped him midway and threw it back, he threw it towards the street behind Xu Buling. .

Xu Bu Ling stepped heavily on the ground and rushed backwards. In the blink of an eye, Chen Daozi was already in front of him.

Chen Daozi wore a Taoist robe and hunted in the wind and snow. He jumped into the air and fell as if he was riding the wind. The long sword danced rapidly in his hand. The sword was so fast that only an afterimage was left. In the blink of an eye, twelve swords were shot. The sword stabbed. Xiang Xu Buling asked for acupuncture points all over his body...