Traveling from the world of martial arts

Chapter 9 Strength
A waiter held a kitchen knife through the window, climbed up to the roof, and saw Deng Xiao.

What greeted him was a sword light, blood spilled, and his body fell into the courtyard of the inn.

Staring down at Xiaoer who stared down with wide-eyed, unrepentant death, Deng Xiao's heart was calm.

This is two worlds, he is the first to kill.

There was no pleasure, no discomfort, nothing.

"This is life, fragile."

Deep down, the desire to be stronger grew stronger.

The noise attracted the attention of others, but in an instant, four waiters from the inn surrounded him.

Each of them held a knife in their hands, and they screamed and rushed towards Deng Xiao who had just landed.

It took only a moment for the two sides to fight each other, and the ending was already decided.

The four mistresses fell down clutching their necks, staining the ground red.

"I didn't expect it to be a hard stubble!"

A middle-aged man came from the front hall with a butcher's knife in his hand.

Deng Xiao met this person when he entered the inn, and he was the owner of the inn.

He glanced at the dead Xiaoer lightly, his eyes were flat, as if he didn't see anything.

"die!"

There was no conversation. At this time, both sides only had the dead and the living in their eyes.

The man directly slashed down with the butcher's knife, and Deng Xiao subconsciously swung his sword to block.

Just hearing a 'click', the sword in Deng Xiao's hand was cut off directly.

This sword was forged by Deng Xiaohua at the most famous blacksmith shop in Xianyang City at a high price, and it can be regarded as a high-quality sword.

However, it was damaged with just one hit.

Regardless of scolding the owner of the blacksmith shop for being a profiteer, Cao Shangfei immediately mobilized.

Even though he retreated in time, the butcher's knife still cut through Deng Xiao's clothes from top to bottom, leaving a white mark on his skin.

After escaping a life-and-death crisis, Deng Xiao let out a long breath.

However, just as the breath came out, a black shadow jumped out from the darkness, interrupting the breath.

At this moment, Deng Xiao was defenseless, his body was still retreating, there was no time to dodge or block.

The sneak attacker held a dagger and stabbed Deng Xiao's forehead, the movement was extremely fast.

The dagger was enlarged in front of his eyes, and he even saw the joy on the attacker's face.

This is a middle-aged woman, somewhat short in stature.

Deng Xiao has never met the other party in the inn, but from his identity, he should be able to judge that the other party must be the proprietress of this inn.

Thoughts went back and forth a thousand times before the dagger struck.

There are no white, red, and restricted-rated pictures.

After the dagger stabbed Deng Xiao's forehead, he could no longer move forward an inch.

"Practicing kung fu horizontally! Not good!"

With an exclamation, the middle-aged woman was about to retreat and meet her man.

But how could Deng Xiao let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the broken sword in his hand has already been raised.

Under the unwillingness and fear of the middle-aged woman, and the anxious and terrified eyes of the middle-aged man, a blood flower bloomed under the moonlight.

"Girl!"

There was a hint of disbelief, a hint of shock, and a hint of grief in the middle-aged man's cry, followed by anger.

His eyes were flushed with blood, and he roared angrily, rushing towards Deng Xiao with murderous eyes.

At this moment, he regretted in his heart that he should not do this business so that his wife would not die.

At this point, regrets are useless.

He wanted to kill the boy in front of him and pay homage at his wife's grave.

Knowing that the opponent's butcher's knife was sharp, Deng Xiao didn't intend to fight recklessly.

When the opponent approached, he waved his left hand and scattered a handful of dirt.

Unprepared, especially the boss whose eyes were still staring, all the dust got into his eyes.

A dirty trick like spreading ashes is logically the attack method of bad guys like them.Therefore, he didn't pay attention at all.

After the dust enters the eyes, the tingling sensation is transmitted to the brain.He knew he couldn't close his eyes or it would be over.

He forced his eyes open, but the tears poured down like he didn't want money, making his eyes blurred.

Deng Xiao stepped forward and immediately bullied himself. He stabbed the middle-aged man in the throat with the palm of his right hand, then closed his fist and hit the throat again.

The middle-aged man took two steps back due to the inertia, then knelt on the ground and slowly fell down, covering his neck.

"Hoo~!"

It was only at this moment that Deng Xiao let out his breath completely, and his beating heart slowly calmed down.

Fortunately, his iron shirt has reached the sixth level, which is only one step away from the seventh level of Dzogchen.

Otherwise, without the middle-aged woman's sneak attack, his chest and abdomen would be sliced ​​open with a butcher's knife.

At the same time, it was also flying on the grass of Dzogchen, so that the body was only brushed by the wind of the knife.

Otherwise, with the sharpness of that butcher's knife, even if he is a master of iron cloth shirt, he will die instantly.

As for ashes?

Isn't it good to be alive?

"Fast enough and meaty enough, life is tougher!"

With emotion, Deng Xiao stretched out his hand to pick up the butcher's knife.

Under the moonlight, the butcher's knife shone coldly, and Deng Xiao vaguely saw the evil spirit permeating the knife.

After playing it a few times, it felt quite smooth, Deng Xiao directly accepted it with a smile, "I will keep this knife for use."

These years, because he has no swordsmanship, his swordsmanship is mediocre.

Although he knows what 'there is no trick to win, there is a trick', but only knowing the theory is useless.

The reason why he made a sword even though he didn't know swordsmanship was just to show off.

After all, as a young hero who is destined to be famous in the world, carrying a knife on his back is really a bit of a drop in price.

However, after going through this life-and-death crisis, compared with fate, handsome appearance is naturally more important than fate.

Looking around, he vaguely saw many people running outside the inn.

These people were all customers of the inn, and when Deng Xiao started fighting with those juniors, he discovered that they were secretly watching the battle.

Now that the matter is over, leaving in a hurry, and living in a black shop, he must not be a good person.

But Deng Xiao didn't intend to catch up, as long as these people don't provoke him, it's fine.

I walked around the inn and found some silver coins, gold and silver, and some drugs.

He lit the inn with a fire, waited for the fire to subside, and then mounted his horse, leaving only dust on the ground.

There is no need to worry about not being able to see the road when the sky is pale.

When Deng Xiao came to a city, the sun was already high.

Entering the city, Deng Xiao planned to find an inn.

I didn't sleep well last night, and I didn't eat well.

Now that I have a large amount of ill-gotten wealth, I naturally treat myself well.

"Ouch~!"

A woman in her seventies and eighties with a cane passed in front of Deng Xiao, lying on the ground slowly in a comfortable posture, and then gasped in pain.

Deng Xiao could see the old woman's every move, it was Pengci who touched him!
For this kind of people, Deng Xiao didn't have the slightest favor in his heart.

He led the horse without the slightest pause, as if there was no one in front of him.

The old woman stopped crying in pain and opened her eyes wide with shock and fear.

Based on her years of blackmail experience, shouldn't the other party stop at this time and help her up?

Even if he doesn't help her, he will choose to go around her.

This was the first time she encountered such a stubborn person, and she actually ignored her directly.

Seeing that the horse's hoof was about to trample on her body, her heart was filled with despair, "What a sin! Do you have any conscience anymore!"

(End of this chapter)