He could clearly feel the changes in Chu Mingxuan's muscles. His legs under the strong suit were already tightened. Ruoyouruowu's aura condensed in the spring. Subtle changes occurred in the muscles of his legs. The hand holding the knife turned slightly sideways. There are two tendons, one straight up and one inward.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly realized: This is to pounce to the right and chop to the left.

"Hey! Look at the knife!"

Chu Mingxuan shouted and slashed forward with his sword, like a sword flying through the air.

"What a demon-slaying sword!"

"Good sword skills!"

Everyone couldn't help shouting, amazed by this impressive sword.

"Bang!"

With a sudden muffled sound, the shadow of the knife disappeared.

Chu Mingxuan's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, his body tilted, and he staggered forward two steps. He held the knife in his right hand and coughed violently while covering his chest with his left hand.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

His face turned red as if he was drunk, which seemed to be caused by coughing, but it was not entirely caused by coughing.

Chu Zhiyuan put away his sword and held it behind his elbow, clasping his fists in embarrassment: "Uncle Eighteen, it doesn't matter if you offend me, right?"

Everyone was stunned and blinked hard.

He tried hard to recall what he had just seen and to figure out how Zhiyuan drew his sword, but he couldn't see it clearly.

They were all distracted by this astonishing sword and ignored Chu Zhiyuan's sword.

Chu Zhiyuan's right hand seemed to twitch.

The sword seemed to move for a moment, then seemed to stab and then withdraw.

Too fast to see clearly.

Chu Mingxuan's coughing gradually stopped, his fat face slowly returned to normal, he exhaled a breath of turbid air and straightened up, staring at Chu Zhiyuan.

"Uncle Eighteen..." Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists again in embarrassment.

Chu Mingxuan put down the hand covering his chest, feeling displeased: "Fourth, you are awesome!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Uncle Eighteen was unprepared, I just took advantage of it."

"Come on, I won't underestimate my enemy!"

Chu Mingxuan touched the upper part of his mutton, and there was still a faint pain. It was just a little bit punctured in his mutton, and he passed out immediately. It was obvious that he was merciful.
Chapter completed!