cosplay in the heavens

Chapter 11 War Huodu

"when!"

The young man slashed out with the scimitar in his hand, and instantly a large silver flower lit up in midair, rolling towards Huo Dou, but was blocked by Huo Dou's fan.

"Is this the only ability?" The corner of his mouth raised a hint of sarcasm, the iron fan in Huo Dou's hand caught the young man's scimitar, and when he twisted it suddenly, the scimitar flew out of his hand.

"Give me a sigh!"

With a low shout, Huo Dou hit the iron fan and smashed the young man's chest, causing his body to shake immediately, vomiting blood, and then he was hit on the knee again, and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Too deceiving!"

The bald man who was walking with the machete youth opened his eyes angrily, holding knuckles in both hands, striding towards Huo Dou in a big stride.

Beside the counter, Chen Yu watched calmly, frowning slightly.

"This bald man and the youth before him are all at the first level of the Mortal Realm, and they are no match for Huo Dou at the second level..." Chen Yu lowered his head and murmured.

The words hadn't finished for a long time, and with the soft poof sound, the blade of Huo Dou's iron fan made a shallow cut on the neck of the bald man, and blood flowed immediately.

"If you were not in Xiangyang City, you would have died long ago."

Raising his hand to wipe off the blood on the iron fan, Huo Dou said calmly, he studied under Jinlun Fawang, and his martial arts qualifications are extraordinary, and most of the younger generation in the Central Plains martial arts are not his opponents.

Seeing that both of them were defeated by Huo Dou, the remaining young man with a long stick rushed to his brain, and wanted to step forward to make a move, but was pulled back by the shopkeeper who got up.

"Stop beating the young man, you are no match for him, bear with it!" the shopkeeper sighed.

Originally, the shopkeeper of the shop secretly rejoiced when he saw that someone stood up for him. This Mongolian prince forced to buy and sell, and he was defiant.

But the other party lost two in a row, let the shopkeeper pour cold water on his head, and immediately woke up, knowing that this person is a good martial artist, he is a ruthless stubble, and cannot be provoked.

"But..." The young man with a stick in his hand wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the shopkeeper: "A man can bend and stretch, don't go, go and take care of your two companions!"

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper forced a smile, cupped his hands at Huo Du and said, "My lord, please calm down, this iron fan will be given to you, lord, to make a good relationship."

The shopkeeper respectfully returned the ten taels of silver, Huo Dou held it in his hand, weighed it and said: "You are wise."

Taking back the money, Huo Dou glanced at the young man with a scimitar who was pinned to the ground by him. His eyes were scarlet and he was staring at him viciously.

"What kind of eyes do you have, are you dissatisfied with this prince?"

"Snapped!"

A slap on the young man's face, the huge force directly made his head roar, the left side of his face was swollen, black and purple, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior brother!"

The bald man shouted angrily, covered the wound on his neck and rushed forward again, but was dodged by Huo Dou, and the iron fan in his hand pierced hard behind the opponent's knee, almost breaking a bloody hole.

"what……"

The bald man covered his wound and half knelt on the ground, the dark bluestone was immediately stained with blood.

The stick-wielding young man was completely angry, and wanted to sweep across with his long stick, but was pushed down by the shopkeeper again: "You can't hit, you can't hit, if you continue to hit, you will die!"

After all, the shopkeeper turned his head and urged Chen Yu: "Little brother, leave quickly, don't be arrogant!"

Inside the blacksmith shop, there was a faint smell of blood.

The few burly men who were still blacksmithing in the backyard were all terrified after seeing Huo Dou's attack. At this moment, they didn't know where they hid together with that Ah Fu.

Looking at the two kneeling on the ground, Huo Dou squinted his eyes and said, "Is this the martial arts of your Central Plains people? But that's it, it's much worse than our Mongols. It's no wonder that border wars have been defeated one after another. The country will die sooner or later!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, looked at the people in the shop with satisfaction, and suddenly locked his eyes on the young man in the dim Taoist robe.

"What is that look in your eyes? Are you questioning the prince?" Huo Dou questioned.

At this moment, Chen Yu's gaze was like a torch, and he was staring closely at Huo Dou who was not far away.

Originally, he didn't want to intervene in this conflict, but the other party was too much, and the verbal dispute would make him kneel down, which was too hostile.

Seeing Chen Yu's eyes, the shopkeeper turned pale with fright, immediately pulled the other party's Taoist robe, and whispered: "Little brother, you don't want to die, apologize quickly, and save yourself from the pain of flesh and blood!"

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper squeezed out a smile again, and leaned in front of Huo Dou, wanting to turn hostility into friendship, but the latter waved his hand and pushed him away: "Get out of here, don't stop this prince!"

Huo Dou pushed casually, and it was a heavy blow to the shopkeeper, causing him to back up again and again. Seeing that he was staggering and about to fall, Chen Yu's generous palms pressed his shoulders and stabilized his body.

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with me?" Huo Dou held the iron fan, and a hint of hostility flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Chen Yu drew his sword out of its sheath silently, and said lightly, "Do you think you are strong? Although you are a Mongolian prince, this is not a place where you can play wild."

"My prince learned from the Vajra Sect of the Esoteric Sect and practiced superior martial arts. How can ordinary people like you compare?"

Huo Dou sneered and said: "This prince will give you a chance. If you can catch my three moves without defeat, I will immediately turn around and leave without further investigation."

As soon as the words were finished, Huo Dou didn't wait for Chen Yu to agree, he took a big step, and suddenly he was in front of him, raised his right fist and punched the latter's chest directly.

"It's about to kill someone..." Seeing the two fighting, the shopkeeper's face turned pale instantly, and his fat lips trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing that Huo Dou swung his fist with ferocious vigor, Chen Yu's face was calm, and he also raised his hand to reach forward.

"Oh!"

In the blink of an eye, the two fists collided, and the energy in the air exploded.

When Huo Dou saw with his own eyes the young man in front of him receiving his punch calmly, the expression on his face suddenly changed.

He could clearly feel that the opponent's cultivation base was similar to his own, but his internal strength was far superior to his own.

Just now when they punched each other, a strong force came from the opponent's right fist, which made his right arm tingling and tingling, which has never happened before.

Huo Dou frowned, unexpectedly meeting a young man who could compete with him in this humble blacksmith's shop.

At this time, he no longer thought about defeating the enemy within three moves, but there was a desire in his heart to defeat this Taoist robed youth.

"Snapped!"

Withdrawing his fist in an instant, Huo Dou unfolded the iron fan in his hand, each fan bone was made of fine iron, the edges were unparalleled, and the sunlight shone with cold light.

Holding an iron fan in his hand, he attacked Chen Yu. His movements were swift and sharp, and he aimed at the vital points of the human body. If he was not careful, he would be bruised.

"Chong!"

In Chen Yu's hand, the long sword was out of its sheath, and it also shot out a cold light, stabbing directly at the oncoming iron fan.

In mid-air, the long sword and the iron fan collided, making the sound of gold and stone, and sparks flew everywhere.

Facing Huo Dou's weird fan technique, Chen Yu seemed a little caught off guard at first, he had never fought against this kind of weapon before.

The Quanzhen swordsmanship was unleashed, and several sword shadows turned into a large silver flower, wrapping Chen Yu heavily, blocking the iron fan's tricky attack, Huo Dou tried several times, but failed.

After more than ten strokes, Chen Yu finally got used to Huo Dou's fan technique, the long sword's trajectory suddenly converged, and the large silver flowers dissipated, leaving only a sharp sword, wrapping the sharp edge, and piercing the opponent's chest.

Huo Dou's heart skipped a beat, he secretly thought it was not good.

No matter what, he never expected that the opponent adapted to his fan technique so quickly, it was two or three times faster than ordinary people.

In the past, Huo Dou also fought against enemies of fellow practitioners, relying on his unpredictability of fan skills, he caught the opponent by surprise and could only defend passively, and finally lost.

But now, this little-known Taoist priest's sword power has changed drastically, and he turned from attack to retreat, swinging the iron fan with one sword, and launched a fierce offensive!
"when", "when"

There was a touch of seriousness in his eyes, Huo Dou secretly gritted his teeth and withdrew the iron fan, and began to protect himself in front of him, dealing with the Taoist robe youth's swordsmanship.

At this moment, the sword moves of the long sword in Chen Yu's hand changed instantaneously, and the beauty of the jade girl's sword technique that he had realized before began to appear at this moment.

Originally, Zhigang Zhiyang's swordsmanship was unexpectedly a little more feminine, and he no longer resisted the iron fan in an instant, but cut open with skillful strength, easily breaking through Huo Dou's defense.

"Crack."

A gap was cut in the fan bone of the iron fan, and there was an extra sword wound on Huo Dou's right arm, blood flowed immediately.

Huo Dou let out a muffled snort, and was wounded three times within ten moves, and was almost stabbed in the chest by the opponent.

"Damn it, I'm no match for this guy!"

A block of Chen Yu's long sword caused Huo Dou's arms to ache, and the powerful force made him sweat profusely.

Immediately without further hesitation, Huo Dou closed his fan suddenly, stomped his feet on the ground fiercely, his whole body shot backwards like an arrow from the string, wanting to escape from here.

(End of this chapter)