Chapter 18 Turn to Wolf Front

The old master with a knife sat on a stone chair in the courtyard, like a collapsed hill, with his arms on his knees, drooping his head and gasping slightly, his hands trembling and sweating. The cyan martial arts gown was wet on his back, and his originally meticulous hair was also messy - he competed with the young handsome young man. , he was extremely embarrassed.

The old master turned his head and looked at the fat little five and scolded angrily, "Is it interesting for you to fool me so much? Do you mean to see me make a fool of yourself?"

Xiao Wu smiled and said, "Master Zhao, what are you talking about? You are a famous knife master in Shangji City. My young master sincerely learns knife from you. How can you fool him?"

"Well, when you came to me, you said that your son was weak and had never learned martial arts. You had to learn knives with your heartwork. I hope you would show mercy and don't hurt your son... Do you think this is the first time to learn knives?" The old master raised his face and looked at Xiao Wu's fat white-faced bun-like face. Looking at the hypocritical fake smile, his face must be angry, like an angry lion.

Xiaowu suffocated so hard that he didn't laugh - this first knife master in Shangjicheng was picked up and miserable, and his old face had nowhere to be put away. He was ashamed and angry?

"Master Zhao, we don't know that my young master's talent for learning knives is so good. We can guarantee that this is the first time for the young master to touch knives in his life today!" The bang of the little five chests is guaranteed.

"Hum, stop lying to me. I fought hard at the age of eight, touched the knife at the age of ten, and practiced the knife for 40 years before he appeared in this hall. Young descendants have never seen 100 or 80! Your son's posture will never be practiced in four or five years. The person who led him to teach knife skills must be extremely smart and has a solid foundation. In my opinion, this guy should have not touched the knife hand for a long time, and he has to rely on me to feed and practice his hands... Later life is afraid of my decline!" The master actually cherished his talent. Although he was beaten bleakly by a junior, he couldn't get his face back to face, but he was happy in his heart!

In this peaceful and prosperous era, the rivers and lakes were suppressed by the government, and all kinds of martial arts were almost lost. Two hundred years ahead, how can it be that the martial arts man shakes thousands of people? For this kind of thousands of enemies, even the government should vigorously solicit and do not want to offend them. Three hundred years ago, in the first few decades of Fanyang at the end of Jingxi, the prosperity of the world reached the terrible point of subverting the dynasty. Jinglan, the founding emperor of Fanyang, who smashed the Jingxi Dynasty, was a swordsman. His swordsmanism was amazing, and the hundred-step flying sword killed invisibly, and there were countless strange people under his army all the way. The contribution of destroying the city and pulling up the fortress is indispensable.

However, after the Jian Dynasty stabilized, Fanyang began to carry out bloody suppression of the rivers and lakes. Countless masters with unique skills were dragged to death by armored soldiers. Most of the end was miserable and sad. They peeled their skins and cramps in public on the streets of the downtown. The corpses were quickly whipped by the officers and soldiers to circulate all kinds of Jianghu sects, which chilled the world's martial artists. The heart. The original tree with lush branches and leaves began to shrink, and the literati group was prevalent at this time. In addition, the court deliberately suppressed the martial arts forces of the rivers and lakes and supported the literati and scholars. The wall fell down and everyone pushed, the trees fell and scattered, the martial arts withered like a sad autumn, and the martial arts husband was as silent.

Nowadays, in this world, there are no men walking around the world with swords, and there is no way to draw knives to help. Mountain bandits can call themselves good men in the world, and they are not arrogant.

Every time the old master sees the reckless man with a little skill, he can't help but have the impulse to cut thousands of knives - such a world is really different from the world in his mind when he was young, so he would rather retreat and start a dart than be in this turbid. The unbearable world has stained my dreams when I was young.

Seeing the very talented young man, the old master couldn't help but cherish his talent and wanted to tell the martial arts man in his heart. Although he was miserable by this young man, he was relieved.

Master Zhao stood up, picked up the knife leaning against him, and laughed, "The future is terrible. Let's compete with me again?"

When Xingchen heard the words, he raised his head, took the opportunity to hold the narrow and long tooth knife, took a big step forward, raised his arm and held the knife, and pointed directly at the old master - still such an arrogant posture.

The old master was not annoyed. If his headless and brainless back dared to be so arrogant, he would inevitably be beaten by him, but the young man did not say a word after holding the knife. He raised the knife before the war and released the knife after the war. He would never talk nonsense. His temperament was very similar to him. At the beginning, the knife was still clumsy and unobvious. After feeding 50 hands, the prince seemed to have completely found the feeling of using the knife. The knife posture changed cautiously at the beginning, and turned to open and close. The narrow and long tooth knife covered his body like snow. The light and sharp advantage of the tooth knife was played to the extreme, and the blade of the tooth knife was always with the old master. The knife hit each other, which made the old master's arm numb, and the young man looked as if nothing had happened.

He competed with this young descendant, although he did not regret to die, he still fought soundly. Now this guy plays with knives, swords, riding and shooting, and pursues a pleasing one. It's not too much to say that it's a flower fist embroidered leg mandarin duck pillow. Killing? It's hard to kill a chicken! The young man in front of him pointed a knife at his face. The knife road was as wild as a wolf, and his angle was as tricky as a snake. He actually made him more dominant than ordinary soldiers. He fought with him. The old master, who was nearly 40 years old, did not have a small heart.

This young man is like a piece of jade. At the beginning, he was wrapped in coarse stone outside. The old master chopped one knife after another, like cutting the outermost layer of stone, slowly revealing the round and clear exquisite jade, flowing through the world. It's like an endless treasure. The deeper you dig, the more surprises you can appear.

"Hahahaha--" The old master laughed loudly and galloped ten steps away, and the wide-backed split knife was raised obliquely on his shoulder and raged like a frenzy.

The star coral red pupil tightens in an instant - this starting style is almost exactly the same as the action of those far northern barbarian warriors who often appear in dreams. If there are barbarian warriors in the far north, you will recognize at a glance that this is the standard starting style for barbarians to charge.

The old master climbed to the peak! It is wilder and unmatched than the young man.

The wide-back splitting knife sinks vigorously, and it splits down, roaring sharply with a blade breaking through the air, like a tiger going down the mountain.

The star's face was pale, and his long hair on his forehead was wet with sweat. In the face of this powerful knife, he did not dodge. He picked up the knife and hit the blade of the tooth knife. The sonorous sound of metal made people's scalp numb and his hair stood up. The stars did not hold on to it. After the tooth knife blocked the knife that cut Huashan, he immediately turned his wrist, cut down horizontally, and cut it against the blade to the old master's knife arm. At the same time, he leaned sideways and bullied him to the old master. His handsome face was opposite to the old master, and his eyes were more and red.

The old master laughed wildly: "Well, with both attack and defense, you can be invincible!" While talking, he withdrew from the knife, split the knife and held it in his hand. The knife stood on the knife path to his forearm, leaning on the continuous strength, raised his hand and waved the knife to block the prince's knife.

The stars sneered.

The old master raised his hand to swing the cutting of the stars, exposing a huge gap from the chest and abdomen to the waist, and after the knife of the stars was swinging, he still continued to cut forward and rush to the diagonally below. If you can't hit it, you should withdraw and distance yourself from the enemy and then make a strategy. This is the most important self-conservative rule when fighting with the enemy. The old master was well shudious with his etiquette. After swinging the cut, he strode back, raised the knife over his head, and then wanted to split it down.

But the stars did not retreat, shouted, and the waist struggled to twist, and the swollen muscles on the back supported their clothes like sails blown by the wind. They actually took themselves as the center, holding the knife arm and the narrow tooth knife as the path, drawing a huge arc of nature. At this moment, the blade climbed to the peak, and the tooth knife went from knife to blade, more Forward, the sharpness became stronger and stronger, and the whole tooth knife cut out a huge fan, like a mad wolf biting his teeth at the old master's waist.

The seemingly orthodox retreat of the old master became the biggest failure - this knife driven by the rotation of the whole body, the sharpness at the tip of the knife is far better than the knife body, the fastest at the edge of the huge arc, the sharpest speed is the strongest, and this retreat just sends his whole waist and abdomen to the most dangerous blade, which is directly Cut in half! The prince bullied himself and cut out this deadly knife with all his strength, grasped the timing accurately, and even calculated the speed of the old master's retreat. He just waved a groundbreaking knife, and the rest were doomed!

The old master's forehead was sweaty, and his lips trembling with three words:

"Turn the Wolf Front--"

He abandoned the knife and rolled on the ground. He didn't care about the identity of the patriarchal family. He saved his life. Like the shrinking turtle, he knelt on his knees, desperately withdrew his neck into his shoulder, and rolled on the ground, avoiding the waist and cutting a knife. He rolled back a few times, got up awkwardly, and clenched the knife to stare at the young man who almost killed him.

The old master's body was covered with withered yellow fallen leaves in the courtyard, the sweaty martial arts coat was dotted with dirt, and there were some fallen leaves on his hair. He gasped as if he was still in shock, and he was extremely embarrassed!

The opposite prince held the knife with one hand, and his handsome and lawless face looked indifferent, as if he were staring at the sword master like a dead man, with a joke on the corners of his mouth and red eyes.

Xiaowu and Liuzi looked at the young master's eyes and couldn't help shivering - at this time, the young master's body seemed to be a demon waking up.

At the beginning of Master Zhao's appearance of bullying himself, he was afraid of meeting the most terrible turning wolf front. However, what are you most afraid of? The prince's turn wolf front is not superior in terms of murderous intention or strength, but it is rare to make a fierce turn wolf front at this age. After practicing hard for several years, when the turn wolf front is free, I am afraid that he has been cut off and killed by the soul.

Xiao Wubai's fat face had no more flattering smiles and whispered, "Sixth son, I finally understand why the national teacher asked us to be careless. At that time, the master ordered us to protect him. I thought it was an easy job. I asked myself that the young master's knife just now could not be taken over safely.

The expressionless six sons responded softly: "The young master is a diving dragon, not a thing in the pool."

Xiao Wu is deeply convinced.

The old master abandoned the knife and smiled bitterly, "I have practiced knives for decades, and I have never been so embarrassed!" The prince's knife method was unfamiliar and poor at the beginning, but later the murderous intention burst out, and there was a faint murderous arrogance of the barbarian warriors in the far north. Presumably the introductory teacher of the prince's knife method is a barbarian hero? Turn to the wolf... It's so good to give birth!"

He has been living in the world for decades and is well twined with the truth of his words. This young man is a barbarian swordsman. He wants to find someone to sharpen his knife skills, but he doesn't want to let people know that he has an affair with the barbarians of the Far North, so he made up a lame reason for 'learning knives'. Do you still need to learn from people to turn the wolf front? He was almost killed by his sword master!

The prince looked down at the cold and narrow knife in his hand, as if he was thinking about something desperately, but he couldn't remember anything. There were only a few zero fragments in the dream - the endless northern grassland, the endless barbarian cavalry, the endless white wolf flag, and these fragments instantly turned into The powder condensed into a snow-white fox, a fierce pomegranate red.

The vague memory seems to be sealed in the depths. How good it would be if he could cut off the appearance that blinded him with a knife!

The prince stood upright, just holding the knife tightly.