Unlimited martial arts tour

Gu Xian pondered, then shook his head again.

"The two of us fight here, within ten moves, you will be defeated by my sword, so this bet is not enough."

After Gu Xian realized the art of drawing a sword, he was able to strike quickly, few people in the world could match it.Winning the sword first, fighting for the first step at every step, may not be able to defeat the enemy with one move like Fu Hongxue, but the ancestor of the blood knife is far from his opponent.

Seeing this, the blood knife patriarch was stunned: "You don't think it's enough? But I can't come up with any extra things."

The ancestor of the blood knife could see that Gu Xian really wanted to gamble, but he suddenly changed his mind, which made him a little uncertain.

"Also, you still have more chips!"

"You said, I can take out whatever I have."

Gu Xian said slowly and seriously: "I want you to go back to the evil way to lurk in the dark after you are defeated, wait for the most suitable opportunity, and then give the evil way a fatal blow!"

The Blood Knife Sect is indeed a piece of fat, but the sky is high and the water is far away. Even if Gu Xian becomes the head of the Blood Knife Sect, it is useless. Instead, let him be an undercover agent and wait for the opportunity.

"This......"

Bingxue was speechless, and the scene suddenly fell into silence.

It was obviously freezing weather, and snowflakes were still floating in the air, but the blood knife ancestor was sweating from his head.

"Do you know if things are revealed and I fall into the hands of those sons of bitches, what will they think of to torture me?"

Gu Xian said: "So you have to make a careful choice."

The Blood Knife Patriarch remained silent, his hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter, and finally he slashed on the snow, splashing thousands of flying flowers.

"Okay, bet! I'll bet with you! But the betting method is up to me, otherwise I won't do it."

Gu Xian didn't rush to agree, but said leisurely: "You talk first."

The ancestor of Xuedao said: "Let's make a bet, you let me run for an hour first, if you can catch me back within ten days, how about you win?"

Gu Xian immediately laughed and said, "It's a joke, you crawled and rolled into the army of evil ways within an hour, where am I going to catch you? Not to mention ten days, even a year may not catch you. This gamble If it doesn’t work, change it.”

The ancestor of Xuedao seemed not at all surprised by the rejection, he waved the bloody knife casually, and thought: "Then, put down your sword and compete with me. If you win, I will agree to all conditions!"

Gu Xian said: "Sword technique?"

Seeing Gu Xian thinking deeply, the ancestor of Xuedao was taken aback for a moment. He was thinking of extorting a lot of money and paying back the money when he landed, so he first made a few unreasonable demands and then negotiated slowly.

After all, he already took advantage of it—whether he wins or loses, he can keep his life, which is actually what he values ​​most.

But looking at this posture, Gu Xian had a faint possibility of agreeing, which greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Okay, the knife technique is the knife technique, but where can I find a knife?"

Gu Xian actually agreed without hesitation, and asked for the weapon from the Blood Knife Patriarch.

The Blood Knife Patriarch was stunned for a while, then suddenly kicked Xiao Meng's ass beside him, kicking him to sit on the snow: "Bring your knife."

Reluctantly, Xiao Meng took out a heavy steel knife from her waist, held it respectfully, and held it in front of Gu Xian.

Seeing him walking over step by step, the ancestor of Xuedao said again: "However, when we two compete in martial arts, life is the most important thing, and we must not hurt each other, so we only compete with saber moves, not internal strength and body skills, how about it?"

He came up with another rule that was good for him, not good for Gu Xian.

Gu Xian wanted to refuse straight away, but when he saw "Xiao Meng" who was getting closer and closer, he suddenly froze.

"You... you're not the one..."

Xiao Meng showed cunning in her eyes, and said, "Shh, boss, keep your voice down, I'm an undercover agent now."

Only then did Gu Xian realize that Xiao Meng was actually a younger brother he had accepted before.

With an idea, he said to the ancestor of the blood knife: "Okay, I'm up to you. It's just that whoever wins or loses in this saber move, it doesn't count if the two of us have said it, otherwise if you deny it, there will always be no result."

The Blood Knife Patriarch said: "Hahaha, this is very easy, how about letting that brat judge? He is an outsider, and he will never be partial."

Gu Xian also nodded and said: "Yes, yes, he is an outsider, so of course he won't be partial. Alright, then we can start."

The Blood Knife Patriarch gave "Xiaomeng" a weird look, and finally responded with a deep voice, and walked out slowly.

Every step he takes, he is extremely steady, guarding against all possible attack routes around him anytime, anywhere,

And every step he took would leave a deep footprint on the snow, the last step in the middle was especially heavy, the pile of snow sank into his calf, and his whole body sank a foot.

The snow is light and slippery, and it is inconvenient to use force. When people stand on it and exert force, it will inevitably be different from that on flat ground.

But at this moment, he had already said that he would not consider body skills, so he chose to sink his body into the snow and keep his feet on the ground, which made the use of saber skills more flexible and convenient, which can be said to be endless.

Gu Xian also walked out slowly, just the opposite of the blood knife ancestor - every step of his was as light as powerless, vain, like a frail scholar who had never practiced martial arts.

But to his surprise, when he walked to the middle, he didn't leave half a footprint on the snow.

There are traces in the search for plum blossoms, but there is no trace in the snow.

Although the Blood Knife Patriarch was against him, he couldn't help but praise him at this moment: "It's so easy!"

Gu Xian smiled slightly and said, "Let's use the knife."

The Blood Knife Patriarch shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I still want to..."

"you also have......"

In the middle of the conversation, the ancestor of the blood knife suddenly made a move, which was extremely fast and very strange. It was struck from a very sideways angle, which was very different from the normal knife path.

Gu Xian was not surprised by this at all. If the ancestor of the blood knife didn't play tricks, he would be suspicious instead.

The ancestor of the blood knife was obviously full of confidence in his own knife, but the moment he saw that he was about to hit Gu Xian, the knife suddenly stopped him.

The steel knife in Gu Xian's hand blocked the blood knife in good time.

Swordsmanship.

This method is used on the knife, which also makes his drawing the knife extremely fast, and he has enough time to draw out the weapon to deal with any trick that wants to attack him.

The ancestor of the blood knife stood still, with his arms lightly looped, he followed the trend and slashed towards Gu Xian's calf.

Gu Xian took a light step back and blocked the knife in front of him.

In this way, the two fought faster and faster, and at least twenty or thirty knives were exchanged back and forth.

Among them, Gu Xian always only defends and does not attack.

Although the ancestor of the blood knife fell into the snow and lost his flexibility, he only attacked but not defended. The offensive and defensive momentum of the two seemed to be reversed.