Although Bai Kui, who was watching from the sidelines, had confidence in Su Wangting's skills, the swiftness and sharpness of his attack really surprised her.

He secretly thought that these twelve Blood Sword Guards were indeed the elites of the Red Maple Society, and compared to them, the dead soldiers under his command in the past were slightly inferior.

The strong wind blew and the cold light shone.

Although the opponent's moves were too fast to be seen clearly, Bai Kui secretly thought that he might have wiped out more than a hundred swords at this time.

She started to feel a little worried.

Just because she could vaguely see Su Wangting, shrouded in cold light, seemed to be motionless, letting the pair of sharp knives move back and forth all over her body.

The corners of Quan Lixian's lips raised into a smile, and he said: "I'm afraid it's hard to keep the whole body of this person."

Suddenly, the disciple of the Blood Sword Hall stood still, and the cold light of the sword disappeared.

It wasn't because he was tired, he felt something was wrong.

After all, who would let you control them?

As expected, Su Wangting's figure began to scatter.

"Afterimage!?" The Blood Knife Hall disciple took a breath, "I've been attacking the afterimage all the time??"

Then the disciple turned around in panic and looked around.

“Where are others??”

Quan Lixian and all the Blood Sword Hall disciples were also shocked and looked for traces of Su Wangting with their eyes.

"Are you tired?" A faint voice suddenly came from behind everyone.

Everyone turned around together.

Behind everyone, under the shade of the valley tree, a lazy figure was leaning on the tree with his hands behind his back.

One of his legs was swinging leisurely.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Su Wangting?

"What a fast movement!!" Quan Lixian blurted out.

Su Wangting yawned and nodded slightly: "Double daggers are about attacking from the side and winning by surprise. This person's sword skills are just so-so."

The disciple of the Blood Sword Hall waved his sword again with his hands and shouted angrily: "I want you to praise me!? You are hiding your head and keeping your tail, but you have the guts to fight head-on!!"

Su Wangting smiled and said, "But you haven't truly mastered the essence of short weapons."

"What did you say!!"

The disciple of the Blood Sword Hall looked ashen.

This sentence deeply hurt his self-esteem as an elite member of the sect.

"Our Hongfeng swords have been around for more than a thousand years and are famous in the world of Silla. How can a layman like you dare to criticize us! You don't know the heights of heaven and earth, but you dare to say that I don't know how to fight in close combat!? It's just a trick!!"

"Really?" Su Wangting said, waving to Yin Chengliang from afar, "I'll lend you your long knife."

"My sword?" Yin Chengliang looked at Su Wangting blankly, "You...don't you have your own long sword hanging on your waist?"

Then he was immediately kicked on the butt, and Bai Kui glared at him.

"I give, I give..."

So a long knife was swung in the air several times, and Su Wangting reached out to catch it.

"Since you, the Twelve Blood Knife Guards, are very confident in your short-term skills..." Su Wangting slowly pulled out Yin Chengliang's long sword and threw the scabbard aside, "Then I will fight you with short weapons.

, as a reward for having the guts to kill my best friend."

After finishing speaking, Su Wangting stretched out his two fingers to hold the blade of the knife, and gave a soft drink.

"Ding!!"

A crisp sound!

The long knife was broken in response, and the half-cut knife fell at his feet.

"Ah...my knife." Yin Chengliang felt heartbroken.

The Red Maple Society disciple frowned and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing...?"

This sentence seems a bit weak.

Just because he was already horrified in his heart.

He can easily cut off a long knife with two fingers in a secret passage. This person's internal strength must be amazing!

At this time, Su Wangting shook the half-cut sword in his hand and said leisurely: "I still remember that my teacher once warned that if you encounter a strong enemy who uses short weapons and uses a long sword that is inferior in speed and agility, you will

You will suffer a big loss. If you encounter this situation, you can break the boat and break the long sword into a short sword. This will greatly increase the speed and agility of your attacks, and you can fight with the opponent's dexterity in hand-to-hand combat."

After a pause, Su Wangting took two steps forward and said in a deep voice: "This is for the knife-breaking technique!!"

"Breaking knife technique?" The Red Maple Society disciple was startled.

Su Wangting bared his teeth and smiled: "Don't get me wrong. It's not that I was forced to use the knife-breaking technique because of your strong skills. It's just that I haven't done it like this for a long time, and it's so technical!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Sword Hall disciple's pupils shrank sharply!!

Just because Su Wangting's voice was still there, his person had appeared in front of him like a ghost!!

"Ding!! Ding ding ding! Ding..."

Sparks flying!

This time, the one shrouded in cold light was the disciple of the Blood Sword Hall!

The cold light that the broken knife swung out quickly flashed all over his body!

And the pair of daggers also appeared as afterimages, blocking up and down.

Quan Lixian breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "Fortunately, fortunately, Mingzhe can keep up with the speed of this broken sword. But this guy's skill... hmm, it's really beyond my expectation."

But as soon as Quan Lixian finished speaking, the voice of Su Wangting, who was fighting, sounded immediately.

Still the same lazy voice.

"Warm-up is complete, I'm starting."

After speaking, the cold light suddenly became denser, and the frequency was so fast that the finger-pointing sword wind swept out from around the disciples of the Blood Sword Hall, and everyone could hardly open their eyes!

"Ding...ding-ding...ding..."

But the sound of weapons clashing gradually became sparse.

Gradually, the collision sound stopped completely.

Only a piece of cold light is left, howling and flashing!!

Quan Lixian's heart was in her throat.

Because he understood that the cessation of the clashing of weapons meant that one party could no longer keep up with the opponent's speed and was unable to block, leaving the opponent to be slaughtered!

Which side?

The wind suddenly stopped.

That cold light has also disappeared.

The two figures stood still, facing each other.

"Clang, bang, clang..."

A pair of short knives fell to the ground.

But the broken knife was still held tightly by the white and slender fingers!!

"Huh...so tired." Su Wangting threw the broken knife in his hand to Yin Chengliang and rubbed his arm, "I haven't used the knife-breaking technique for a long time, it's okay."

And when they looked at the disciple of the Blood Sword Hall, everyone took a deep breath!

This man's body was covered with knife wounds, and it was almost impossible to count how many times he had been stabbed.

The blood had stained most of his tattered red shirt.

But he is still standing.

His empty eyes stared blankly into the air, his mouth slightly open, as if he couldn't believe what he had just experienced.

Quan Lixian suddenly came to his senses and shouted: "Mingzhe!! Are you okay!?"

But this Blood Knife Hall disciple had no reaction and was still deeply in shock and unable to extricate himself.

No.

It would be more appropriate to say that what he was deeply immersed in at this time was fear.

Su Wangting sneered and said: "He is fine for the time being. Although there were many stab wounds, they were not deep. Most of them were flesh wounds."

"With such skill, who are you?!"

Su Wangting ignored Quan Lixian's question, stared at the dull disciple, and said in a deep voice: "Are you ready to die?"

The disciple's Adam's apple surged up and down, and he trembled: "I...I am unwilling..."
To be continued...