"Good skills!" Xue Xiang pulled off a corner of his shirt and simply wrapped the wound on his hand. His face was calm, and he didn't seem to be annoyed by Han Ba's sneak attack... In fact, Xue Xiang was really not annoyed. The two of them were fighting each other for life and death just now, so there was no way to stop. Han Ba ​​did not draw his sword, Xue Xiang could break his calves into two pieces with one palm, and no one would lose one leg for the sake of the face.

Everyone mocked Han Ba ​​just farts, but Xue Xiang's praise made him blush. Han Ba ​​is a proud guy, and this soft sword is his belt. He has been hiding for many years and has never used it. Although he saved one of his legs today, he was injured in the face.

"You are the best skills, and I won't take advantage of you. I'll give you time to select soldiers. I see that the little kids behind you have brought a lot of swords, guns, swords and halberds, enough for you to pick one." Han Ba ​​stood with a sword, as if he didn't take advantage of the situation to attack, but he just saved his previous face and dignity.

"For dealing with you, use - no -!" Xue stretched out his index finger to shake the palm wrapped in a strip of cloth and shook it, frivolously.

Han Ba ​​was angry and his face was as dark as a paintblack: "You are looking for death! To tell you the truth, the old Eighth Name is derived from this Eight Sword. This sword is a relic of Li Jinglin, the Eight Sword Immortal of the Central National Museum of China. It was passed to me, Han, but it has never insulted the name of the ancestors. Let's select the weapon. I will drink blood under the sword later. No one can say that Lao Sheng is not martial."

"I'm a man, you pretend to be a silly man. I know if you're not a martial arts man. If you were shameless before, don't play with the man now. Now, you're good at playing with the man. You're going to be good at it..." Zhu Shijun was dissatisfied with Han Ba's behavior. After he got the slang of meat and vegetables, he squirted at Han Ba ​​in a savage manner.

Han Ba ​​was angry. But he didn't attack Zhu Shijun after all. At this moment, the strong enemy was on his side. How could he be distracted?

Zhu Shijun was in power and was about to continue spraying his vicious tongue. However, Xue Xiang waved his hand to stop him, "Han Ba, it's still the same thing. There is no need for weapons to deal with you."

Xue Xiang's domineering appearance made Han Ba ​​completely lose his style. He waved his sword and attacked him. The soft sword was made of unknown material. It could be hard or soft. If it swung the sword and slashed, it would be as hard as a steel knife. The sword was so squeamish. If it was thrust the sword and cut the thorns, it would be as soft as cotton. The changes were unreasonable, making people unable to defend themselves.

For a moment, the sword lights were everywhere in the hall, and two figures chased each other. However, the power of these eight swords was really great. In the blink of an eye, Xue Xiang's shirt was broken by Han Ba's soft sword. Although he was not hurt, he was forced to become embarrassed.

"Old Xue. Although you are a good method, you are a little more tender after all. How can you be ruthless in the fight for power? You are humble and let me tell you. Before, you wanted to show off your might and fight me empty-handedly. Now, I have to admit that you are really better at your young age, but it is only better today. After today, you have to do something. Don't even think about being whole. Old..."

Han Ba ​​chased Xue Xiang and ran around the scene, and his previous decadent aura was restored to the old view. At this moment, Xue Xiang was so nervous that he could not keep his instinct that he was sure of winning. With a complacent ambition, he even expressed his thoughts and began to speak loudly. But he suddenly felt that his hand tightened and the soft sword could no longer be pulled.

It turned out that Xue Xiang was running around in the field, not running around, but observing the sword art siege of the Eight Swords. At this moment, he had gained something. While Han Ba ​​was distracted, he stabbed the middle finger of his left hand and index finger as if lightning were coming out, accurately clamping the sword body. Without waiting for Han Ba ​​to stab him slantedly, he clamped the sword with his fingers together, and rolled the soft sword backwards like a rope wrapped around him.

Han Ba ​​saw that the sword body was entangled and was about to pull the slant sword edge, which cut Xue Xiang's tightly clamped fingers. But after pulling it, the sword body did not move, so he looked at it again. But he saw that Xue Xiang's fingers were still wrapped in his palm, and his palm was wrapped in a thick strip of cloth. When he pulled it, he could not even stab the flesh.

It turns out that Xue Xiang's words were not polite to use weapons before. As Han Ba ​​said, how could he be merciless in the fight against the battlefield? First, he had never practiced the weapons with Gu Changdao, and could not be as good as these pairs of flesh palms that had been immersed in many years; second, when Han Ba ​​showed his soft sword, he thought about the method of breaking the sword. He used an excuse to gossip and wrapped his palms with cloth strips, waiting for the fatal blow. Otherwise, with Xue's skin and thick flesh, would he be so weak, and he would have to wrap him up if he cuts his mouth.

Han Ba ​​tried to let go of his hand and punch, but Xue Xiang planned for a long time and waited for this moment. How could he succeed? But when Xue Xiang saw a fierce bend against the mountain, he instantly bullied him to the front and flew Han Ba ​​out. Before Han Ba ​​could land, he rushed to catch up. In the air, he held Han Ba's left and right arm in each hand, pulled hard, and then pulled them down. Then he kicked Han Ba's lower abdomen and kicked him out.

The moment Han Ba ​​was removed from his arms, he screamed with a shrill scream, and another violent side kick, and suddenly there was a loss of pain. When Han Ba ​​landed, Xue Xiang came to the front again, but saw him pulling Han Ba's arms off, folding them in half, breaking them. Then, the soft sword in his left hand rolled upside down, and a white light flashed, and blood floated, and then a pool of blood and a broken little finger appeared on the ground.

"I'm not lying. From beginning to end, I only used four moves. The first move is to remove your arms so that you won't lick me. The second move is to kick your belly, so that you will not cause trouble for me. The first move is to break your arms and make you honest for a while, and also give Ma Lei an explanation; the fourth move is to cut off your little finger, which is considered to give you the last explanation. By the way, don't express your thoughts before the enemy falls to the ground in the future, because the kind of people in the play are usually arranged for the villain to be the last rampant. Speaking of which, you are exposed to Master Han Muxia's light, and I admire him to show his power in our country and show mercy to you, otherwise you will have no few of your ten claws after today."

Xue Xiang was talking while walking to the Eight Immortals table that was kicked to one side, and put the military coat on the table naked. At this moment, but in the middle of winter, he couldn't pretend to be ten, so he could play alone in fishing for the snow of the cold river.

Finally, Xue Xiang untied his belt and wrapped the soft sword around his waist, pulling and buckled it, and it turned out to be just right: "Okay, this eight swords are good, I have collected them, Master Li Jinglin, I have admired him for a long time. Don't worry, I will keep his relics well."

Han Ba ​​was strong in nature, and when Xue Xiang suddenly removed his arms, he couldn't help screaming when he was hurt. Later, he was beaten, his arms were broken, and even his fingers were broken. He gritted his teeth. He didn't say a word, but he just stared at Xue Xiang hard. Although he was so depressed, he knew that this injury was nothing to fight this level. The other party really kept his hands. But if he was merciful and grateful to Xue Xiang's subordinates, Han Ba ​​had nothing in his heart. He just wanted to recover his injuries in the future, practice sword skills, and then seek revenge on Xue Xiang. He could not beat the boxing and feet. If the eight swords were practiced to the point of being wonderful, it would be a victory but no defeat.

Han Ba ​​was gritting his teeth in his heart, intending to practice swordsmanship. At this moment, he suddenly heard "Xue Dashai" threatening to collect his sword. Without the Eight Swords, he still practiced the Eight Swordsmanship of TM! Han Ba ​​heard the sound and did not deliver it in one breath, but he fainted.

Xue Xiang put away his military coat and gave a wink at Zhu Shijun. The latter understood and immediately called Kang Xiaoba and others to go to the gate, blocking the empty gate.

"Old Xue, what do you mean?" The person who spoke was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a pair of beards with horoscopes was quite eye-catching.

"Oh, it turns out it's Brother Wei Dong. I'm sorry for being stupid. I didn't recognize you before. I'm guilty." Xue Xiang bowed to Wei Dong, but his face was filled with a smile of apology.

Back then, Wei Dong was in the same team as Xue Dangkoo. Xue Xiang also hangs with him for a while and has formed a bit of incense. But when he heard that Xue Lin was humiliated outside the door, Wei Dong turned a blind eye, and this bit of incense naturally disappeared.

"How dare you call me brother? I want to call you Master." Wei Dong saw that Xue Xiang was still calling him like he used to be, and he realized that he could still be big in front of Xue Xiang, and his eyebrows and eyes were floating as he spoke. After all, Xue Xiang is different from the past. Just looking at the little brother who is like a mountain and a sea behind him, the majesty of the man behind him, you can know Xue Xiang's status in Sijiu City. How can you not call Wei Dong Piaoran if you can speak out and scold such people?

"If you call this, I will be fine." Xue Xiang's face turned cold. He had no good feelings for such a guy who was relying on his seniority.

"You..." Wei Dong didn't expect that Xue Xiang was a dog-like person. He turned his back on the spot and stood there without saying a word.

"You don't need you, me, two. You have hurt many brothers these days. They are still lying in the hospital, so they won't let you apologize in person. First, leave all the money on your body for you, get out of here, and count it as a medicine fee; second, make it over! " Xue Xiang said so evilly, and Wei Dong and others all changed their color.

But Wei Dong and his group of people just changed their color. They all saw the fierce battle between Xue Xiangqian and Han Ba. They were afraid that they would be cold in their bones when they were such a tiger-like and ruthless guy. Even the invincible Han Ba ​​had a broken finger. Cutting off one of his fingers was probably a matter of the blink of an eye.

As soon as he thought of this, everyone was completely speechless, but no one took the initiative to pay. Xue Xiang knew that this was these guys who were regaining their last dignity. Zhu Shijun, who was guarding the door, said "Cake the money", and the latter immediately pulled out a large group of people to give the old stubborn masters one by one.

However, Xue Xiang did not have much malice to these stubborn educated youth who returned to their hometowns and the city. This time, he took action mostly for Xue Lin and Lei Xiaotian to vent his anger. But when the matter was about to come, several people confronted each other, but they could not let him go without an explanation. They could only rely on collecting money to extinguish the dispute.

Looking at the excited Zhu Shijun and others who were boasting about their bravery while raising their pockets, Xue Xiang was not happy in his heart. After less than a year of going to the countryside, Xue Xiang saw the sufferings of the people and tasted the taste of being loved. He no longer had the stimulation of the past when fighting and killing, but was deeply helpless and bored. (To be continued)

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