"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 Baji's sneak attack. In fact, Xue Xiang was really not annoyed. The two of them had fought for life and death just now, so there was no way to stop. Han Baji did not shoot his sword, and Xue Xiang could break his calves into two pieces with one palm. No one would laugh at him for the sake of face. Han Baji only thought it was fart, but Xue Xiang's praise made him blush slightly. Han Baji was a proud guy. This soft sword was his belt. He had been hiding for many years and had 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 boys behind you have brought a lot of swords, guns, swords and halberds, enough for you to pick one." Han Baji 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 it-no!" Xue stretched out his index finger to shake the palm wrapped in a cloth strip, extremely frivolous.

Han Baji was extremely angry and his face was as dark as a paintblack: "You are looking for death! To tell you the truth, my name is derived from this Baji sword. This sword is a relic of Li Jinglin, a Baji sword immortal from the Central National Museum of China. It was passed to me, Han, but it has never insulted the name of his ancestors. Let's select the weapon. I will drink blood and I will be under the sword of blood later. No one can say that I won't be able to win."

"I'm a man, you pretend to be a slut. You 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 so good at it..." Zhu Shijun was extremely dissatisfied with Han Baji's behavior. After he got the slang of meat and vegetables, he squirted at Han Baji in a slut.

Han Baji was extremely angry, but he didn't attack Zhu Shijun in the end. At this moment, the strong enemy was on his side, so how could he be distracted?

Zhu Shijun was in power and was about to continue spraying his vicious tongue. The fastest update of the room was blocked by Xue Xiang, "Han Baji, it's still the old saying, there is no need for weapons to deal with you."

Xue Xiang's domineering appearance made Han Baji 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. When he swung the sword and slashed, it was as hard as a steel knife. The sword was so squeamish. When he pushed the sword and slashed the thorns, it was 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 the Baji sword was really great. In the blink of an eye, Xue Xiang's shirt was broken by Han Baji's soft sword. Although he was not injured, he was forced into a mess.

"Xue Laosan, although you are a good method, you are a little more tender after all. How can you be ruthless in the fight for the heroes? You are humble and let me tell me. Previously, you wanted to show off your might and fight me empty-handedly. Now, I have to admit that you are indeed better than you, but you are better than you today. After today, you have to do ten fingers, don't even think about it, I..."

Han Baji chased Xue Xiang and ran around the scene. His previous decadent aura was restored to the old view. At this moment, Xue Xiang was so confident that he could not keep his instinct. He was proud of his will. He even expressed his thoughts and began to speak loudly. But he suddenly felt that he had not said enough. He suddenly felt his hand tightening 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 technique routines of the Baji Sword. At this moment, he had gained something. While Han Baji 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 Baji to stab him obliquely, he clamped his sword with his fingers together, and rolled the soft sword backwards like a rope.

Han Baji 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. After pulling it, he could not even stab the flesh.

It turns out that Xue Xiang's words were not sensible before, and it was not a big deal. As Han Baji said, how could he be merciless in the field of fighting? First, he had never practiced the weapon method with Gu Changdao, and he could not compete with the weapon that could not be used to fight the enemy with a handful of weapons. Second, when Han Baji 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, and waited for the fatal blow to appear. Otherwise, with Xue's skin and thick flesh, how could he be so weak, and he would have cut a hole and wrap it around.

Han Baji did not succeed in this pull, so he wanted 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 that a fierce bend against the mountain, he instantly bullied him to the front and flew Han Baji out. Before Han Baji's body fell to the ground, he rushed to catch up. In the air, he held Han Baji's left and right arm in both hands, pulled hard, and then took the two arm rests off, then kicked Han Baji's lower abdomen and kicked him away.

The moment Han Baji was removed, he screamed with a shrill scream and another violent side kick, and the pain suddenly became lost. When Han Baji landed, Xue Xiang came to the front again, but saw him pulling Han Baji's arms that were removed, folding them in half, breaking them. Then, the soft sword in his left hand rolled upside down, spread out, 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 stomach and prevent you from causing trouble. The third move is to break your arms and make you honest for a while. By the way, I will also give Ma Lei Zi an explanation; the fourth move is to cut off your little finger, which is to give you the last explanation. By the way, don't express your thoughts before the enemy falls to the ground, because the kind of people in the play are usually arranged for the villain to be the last rampant. Speaking of which, you kid is exposed to the light of Mr. Han Muxia. 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 left 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 and covered it with a naked body. But in the middle of winter, he would not be able to imitate Jiang Chaotian's costume and 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 Baji Sword is good. I have collected it. Mr. Li Jinglin, I have admired him for a long time. Don't worry, I will keep his relics well."

Han Baji was strong, 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 extremely 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 Baji 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 Baji sword was practiced to the point of being wonderful, it would be a victory but no defeat.

Han Baji 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 Baji Sword, he still practiced the Baji Sword Technique of TM! Han Baji 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.

"Xue Laosan, 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 the third 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 a hundred people behind him, you can know Xue Xiang's status in Sijiu City. How can you say something and scold such a person, Wei Dong Piaoran?

"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, you, me, I, two ways. You have injured many of my brothers these days. They are still lying in the hospital, so I won't let you apologize in person. The first way is to leave all the money on me, get out of here, and it's considered as a medicine fee; the second way is to make me beat me up!" Xue Xiang said so fiercely that 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 Baji. 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 Baji had a broken finger. Cutting off one of his own 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 these guys were regaining their last dignity, so Zhu Shijun, who was guarding the door, said "Cake the money", and the latter immediately pulled out a large group of people to search the bodies of 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. However, when the matter was about to come, hundreds of people confronted each other, and they could not let him go without an explanation. He could only rely on collecting money to extinguish the dispute.

Looking at the cheerful Zhu Shijun and others who were boasting about their bravery while raising their pockets, Xue Xiang was not happy at all. In less than a year in 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.
Chapter completed!