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Chapter 157 Hard fight
With [-]% of his strength, he is half a step into thunder. It seems that he will have a super master next to him.

But can you beat it?
Shen Ming really had no idea in his heart, he basically never fought with Wu Xiu.

His half-assed kendo skills were just bullshit and a joke.

No matter what, it is always good to have one more master. Whether he can win or not depends on him.

Shen Ming took a deep breath.

He slowly pulled out the phoenix sword and pointed it at the old man with the black sword.

Shen Ming has no reason to be cowardly.

"Please fight." Shen Ming looked solemn, and the old man with the black sword slowly stood up.

The war is about to break out, and people outside can't see the situation inside, and don't know what's going on now. No.20 Ninth level starts, no one can watch, they can only wait outside the door.

Shen Ming and the old man Heidao stood opposite each other.

No one was in a hurry to make a move.

Now the competition is about momentum, to see who can lose his composure first and strike first. The masters will compete with each other and their moves will be fatal. Even though the opponent is a master.

But Shen Ming believed in punching the old master to death.

Gradually, Shen Ming's forehead was covered with sweat, and he couldn't bear it anymore. Looking at each other like this is too boring, and it's really meaningless.

The opponent was obviously more patient, with the black knife standing on the ground.

The old man closed his eyes and rested.

Very quiet.

After half an hour, Shen Ming finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He unsheathed his sword, stepped on the ladder, and flew forward. The Yangguan Triple Layer, which he had not used for a long time, completely burst out with its due color at this moment.

Two buffs are superimposed on the body.

Raise Shen Ming's attack power to an extreme.

The old man with the black sword also moved, and the broad black sword chopped down Huashan Mountain swiftly and violently.

The power of this sword made Shen Ming feel great pressure.

In the first confrontation, Shen Ming was pushed back tens of meters.

Until flying out of the restaurant.

After crashing into the teahouse opposite, Shen Ming twisted his neck. This old man's sword was still young and he was extremely powerful.

He stood up.

Who knows, the test of the tea house has also begun.

Shen Ming didn't have time to think too much and quickly wrote a poem on the paper.

"Looking at the sword while drunk."

Then he held his sword and fought back into the restaurant again.

Just as Shen Ming came back, the old man with the black knife slashed down again with lightning speed, while Shen Ming avoided his sharp edge.

He holds a sword in his left hand and a pen in his right.

Looks weird.

When fighting the old man with a black knife, you can't fight with strength.

Because you can't fight.

Fight technology?
Forget it then, let’s work hard.

Shen Ming was almost walking on the tip of the sword, and even summoning the sword in nine movements could not give him much suppression.

"His grandma's!" Shen Ming was repelled again.

Swear.

Nowadays, the doors of restaurants are wide open and people outside can easily see what's going on inside.

Shen Ming was suppressed overwhelmingly.

It's embarrassing.

It is undeniable that Shen Ming's strength is very strong.

But can it create a miracle and pass this level?
It seems that very.

Shen Ming was struck in the chest with a knife, vomited a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and landed in the teahouse again.

"It hurts so much." Shen Ming grinned and covered his chest, and wrote another sentence by the way.

"The dream returns to the trumpet company." Then he went out again, stepped on the ladder, flew forward, and stabbed straight away with his long sword. There was no plan, and the sword was fired at will.

Shen Ming was a little confused before.

But fortunately, he reacted quickly.

"sword!"

"Come!" Shen Ming knew that if he didn't use any means, he might not be able to use it. Perhaps because it wasn't a life and death battle, Shen Ming wasn't too worried.

When a sword comes to call out.

The swords in the hands of the onlookers came out in an instant.

Nine long swords surrounded Shen Ming.

There is a feeling of being a fairy in the sword.

Today is no different than in the past. After Shen Ming entered the Wind Riding Realm, he could control the Nine Swords with ease.

It is no longer as exhausting as before.

The nine-handed long sword came out with the trend, and the old man with the black knife had long been on the rivers and lakes, and his reputation was prominent.

So what about the nine swords.

Breakthrough all methods.

In an instant, except for the Phoenix Long Sword, the other eight swords were cut into two pieces, and Shen Ming also took advantage of this interval of attacks.

He walked straight towards the old man with a black knife and punched out with both fists.

When it was about to hit the old man's chest.

The black knife suddenly turned a corner and intercepted it in front of the chest.

Shen Ming dodged without haste and punched the back of the black knife.

"It hurts!" Shen Ming almost burst into tears from the pain.

This is the real Seven Injury Fist.

[-]% hurt yourself, [-]% hurt the enemy.

When Shen Ming rubbed his slightly red and swollen fist, the Phoenix sword suddenly attacked and went straight towards the old man with the black sword.

"The Nine Styles of Summoning the Sword, the First Style, Accepts All Rivers!" This is the sword that was learned in the deep sea.

But it was easily resolved by the black knife old man.

There is still a gap between the two.

The old man with the black knife stepped forward, raised his big knife and slashed down.

It looked like he was going to kill Shen Ming, Shen Ming was shocked, didn't he promise not to risk his life!Shen Ming also didn't care about his image, he scrambled and scrambled to dodge the knife, however, the old man with the black knife bullied him again, intending to kill Shen Ming.

Shen Ming also felt his desire to have fun.

This is the arena, it is not only the competition, but also life and death.

He took a deep breath, and the murderous aura in his eyes spurted out.

The phoenix sword was recalled again and held in his hand. Shen Ming pointed the sword at the old man with the black sword again.

"Come on." The corners of Shen Ming's mouth raised, and he was in full power!After 36 consecutive blows, Shen Ming was knocked flying to the teahouse again.

"Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates will be burned, fifty strings will be heard outside the Great Wall, and the troops will be dispatched in autumn on the battlefield!" After Shen Ming wrote this sentence.

The sharp sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the teahouse.

The golden light shines, the lightning flashes and thunders.

Shen Ming stepped on the ladder and flew up to the sky, shouting loudly!

"Old Black Knife, come out and fight me!" Shen Ming took a deep breath. The restaurant was too narrow for him to move.

The main reason is that the escape distance is not far enough.

The old man with the black knife shot out almost instantly and stood opposite Shen Ming on a rooftop.

In the sky, thunder exploded, and a heavy rain was coming.

Shen Ming raised his head and watched the thunder in the sky.

Hear the sound of rainstorm.

Hold the Phoenix sword across your chest.

Slowly, draw out the scabbard.

The momentum is constantly rising.

Seeing this, the old man with the black knife frowned. Shen Ming was accumulating strength, and the situation was not good. The old man with the black knife did not have the awareness of being a master at all, but flew forward, trying to interrupt Shen Ming.

At this moment, Shen Ming suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath with lightning speed, and a burst of extremely sharp sword energy shot out.

Shen Ming's strength is not weaker than the half-step thunder, but this old man is not in the ordinary half-step thunder.

Even Shen Ming could imagine it without some special means.

It is difficult for him to win this battle.

The old man with the black knife had experienced hundreds of battles. He blocked the black knife in front of him in an instant. The sword energy hit the black knife and pushed the old man with the black knife nearly five or six meters away.

Shen Ming stepped on his left foot and stepped on his right foot to catch up.

The phoenix long sword is like a streamer.

The speed of the sword was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, Shen Ming had struck more than thirty times in a row.

But it just made the old man of the black knife a little embarrassed, that's all.

Shen Ming sighed, it was destined to be a bloody battle.

(End of this chapter)