It’s all about martial arts, why did you turn on the simple mode?

A strong martial artist!

Although Yan Que's voice was not loud, when it fell in everyone's ears, it caused waves like thunder on the ground.

There are only a handful of martial arts practitioners even in Baishi City, but they are rarely seen on weekdays, and their status is prominent.

Unexpectedly, not only did they meet each other today, but they also turned against each other.

What makes everyone especially uncomfortable is that there is nothing wrong with martial arts practitioners, they have to be robbers and rob caravans coming and going.

Isn't this clearly bullying an honest person?

For a moment, everyone's expressions became ugly.

After learning about the strength of the third master, the Fang family's team, which had just suppressed the bandits, had a slight upper hand and the situation reversed in the blink of an eye.

"The two of them stay, and the rest will be killed without mercy!"

At this moment, the third master pointed his sword at Yan Que and Fang Rou, looking at the bandits, and a cold voice sounded.

"yes!"

When the bandits heard this, their morale soared, but everyone in the Fang family was confused because of these words.

"You guys run!"

Yan Que ignored the injuries inside his body and couldn't help shouting loudly. In this situation, no one can escape.

Then he looked at Fang Rou and reluctantly stood up with the support of the other party.

"Rou'er, I'll hold him back later, and you can take the opportunity to escape!" Yan Que said in a low voice.

"Uncle..." At this time, Fang Rou was already in a panic. She had never experienced such a scene.

I thought that with Yan Que's strength, he would not be afraid of these bandits, but he didn't expect that Yan Que was injured at this moment.

Before he finished speaking, Yan Que stopped Fang Rou with his eyes and signaled her not to speak.

Just when he was about to pick up the knife and continue fighting with the third master, his pupils suddenly shrank, where is my knife?

Looking around, he couldn't find any trace of his steel knife.

"Uncle, be careful!"

Suddenly, Fang Rou on the side screamed anxiously. Hearing the sound, Yan Que had no time to worry about where the weapon was and looked up.

But when he saw the three masters in front of him charging towards her, he pushed Fang Rou away, instead of retreating, he advanced to meet her.

Soon, the two fought again, but Yan Que at this time was no match for the third master.

After a few rounds, he was knocked down again and seriously injured.

Looking at the smiling Third Master, Yan Que said sternly: "Huh, whether you want to kill or behead me, it's up to you!"

"The bones are still quite strong, don't worry, I won't kill you."

After hearing this, the Third Master sneered, then changed the topic and said coldly,

"However, I'm very dissatisfied with your tone. Let's see if you still dare to be so stubborn after I cut off your arm!"

After saying that, the third master walked towards Yan Que, step by step, as if he was deliberately torturing Yan Que, waiting for him to show his begging for mercy.

Yan Que's expression changed after hearing this. He was a swordsman. If he didn't have arms, how could he hold a sword?

"Don't even think about hurting my uncle!" Fang Rou said stubbornly as she stopped in front of the Third Master.

When the third master saw this, his eyes flashed, and he took a step forward, and the cold wind roared from his palm.

boom!

"Huh? Who are you?"

A low crashing sound exploded.

The Third Master took a few steps back and looked at the one-armed man in a black coat with a solemn expression.

One arm, with half long sleeves, is particularly noticeable.

He has a burly appearance and tall stature, and his body size alone is equivalent to two Fangrou.

As soon as he stood there, he felt a slight pressure, and a vague sense of crisis lingered in his heart.

Especially after the fight just now, he had a deeper understanding of the strength of the man in black.

This person is very strong!

tread!

Facing the third master's question, Su Chen rushed out without saying a word.

What nonsense, let's wait until he beats the other party to death!

Seeing this scene, the third master groaned, a chill flashed in his eyes, and his figure shot out like a cannonball.

"That's...my knife!"

Behind, Fang Rou was still surprised by the appearance of the man in black, but Yan Que accidentally caught a glimpse of the steel knife at Su Chen's waist.

Isn't this his weapon?

Bang bang bang.

The sharp wind wrapped around the blade, and blasted out at the moment when the two of them fought, rolling up their sleeves and brushing their blue hair.

Afterimages spread out around the two people, and the interplay of light and shadow dazzled those who looked at them.

In just a moment, the two fought for more than ten rounds, and the fight was inseparable, with no distinction between superior and inferior.

"This man has such strong sword skills!"

Yan Que, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was a little worried at first that Su Chen was not a match for the third master, but after watching for a while, he realized.

Su Chen's sword skills are very exquisite. He has obviously practiced this sword technique to the extreme, and even beyond.

With his eyes, he could naturally see the flaws in Su Chen's sword technique. It was highly explosive but lacked stamina.

However, Su Chen relied on his own advantages to make up for this shortcoming and maximized the power of the sword technique.

Not only did he go head-to-head with the third master, he even got a little better and suppressed him to death.

"ha!"

At this time, the third master, who was suppressed by Su Chen and had no power to resist, shouted violently, as if he wanted to vent the grievances in his heart.

He held the long knife with both hands, and the strength of his whole body was concentrated on the blade. As his figure flashed, he found an opportunity and slashed with the knife.

Like an afterimage, it flashed away, followed by a harsh sound that broke through the air.

Zheng!

It was like the harsh sound of iron rapidly rubbing against porcelain, vibrating in the ears for thousands of times.

But in an instant, there was a sudden sound that made the eardrums tremble.

Fang Rou was shocked when she heard this, and she subconsciously covered her ears, but her eyes were fixed on the two of them.

The melee area on the other side was also alarmed by this deafening sound, and they all stopped and stared.

Two figures stood in front of them, motionless for a long time, as if they were stuck in a stalemate. After a few breaths, everyone faintly heard a 'click' sound.

Then, he saw that the knives in the hands of Su Chen and the Third Master were broken into two halves and fell to the ground.

At the moment when the two swords broke, the two of them took a step back and looked at each other in the air. The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

"You are strong, but if you don't have the knife in your hand, you are no match for me."

Before he finished speaking, the third master threw the knife directly into the ground, looked at Su Chen, and said sternly.

Su Chen said nothing.

At this time, Yan Que behind him reminded: "Brother, be careful, he is a martial arts practitioner!"

After hearing this, Su Chen's face showed no sign of timidity, but instead showed an expression of eagerness to try.

"Let me see how powerful the so-called martial arts practitioners are!"

He thought to himself, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes, and then inserted the broken steel knife into his waist with his backhand.

Seeing this scene, Yan Que's expression changed slightly. He obviously didn't expect that Su Chen would give up using the knife as soon as he reminded him.

"Haha, looking for death!"

The Third Master's eyes also changed slightly, but a fierce look gradually appeared on his face.

The sole of his foot suddenly stepped out, and the ground seemed to tremble, and then he saw his figure rushing out.

When Su Chen saw this, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stepped forward to meet him.