Bestial Blade - Chapter 63

Bare-handed, unarmed iron.

There is no handle, and the back is not formed. There is only one blade that seems not as sharp as a nail, but it is only one foot and three inches long.

And the person holding the blade seemed to have only one right hand to use.

But he is still the first sword in the world. It has never been possible for Yufeng Mountain to hide his edge for more than 20 years.

As the sea breeze rolled over the mountain, a dead leaf would not fall, and it was suddenly shocked and fell off from the branch dry.

The moment the account was opened, the dancer’s thin singing voice was revealed from the door slit, the meaning seemed to pour into the account with the cold wind of unknown meaning, and all those restless hearts who were screaming and killing in the distance were stirred.

The young warrior didn’t know the weight, or was repressed, or arrogant, and didn’t care, but the old dogs who had survived a scar narrowed their eyes and waited for a hip flask exposed behind the door.

At this moment, a middle-aged person near the door suddenly exploded. He raised his hand and threw out the knife on the seat. He was hitting the jug. Ground.

He saw that the score was clear on the back of the hand holding the hip flask, definitely not a woman’s hand.

The Park Ya family relies on twelve loyal dogs to run across the continent. Even though two decades have passed, today is not what it used to be, nor is it vegetarian.

At the moment when the jug exploded, there were two people fluttering at the same time, one turned into a monster, and the roar almost set off this magnificent account. The other figure was almost cooperating with his companions. The thing is, he was actually a saber in his hand, but this knife was specially treated, the handle was slightly short, but the blade was slightly narrow, and the rounded and streamlined shape, while taking into account the distance and close combat, the craftsman who shot the knife must be good. Good knife.

Bei Shi leaned to the side very sensitively, just let the beast that rushed over, then he grabbed the mane on the neck of the beast with his left hand, and slammed it, almost volleying over from the beast’s neck The chasing sword passed by his shoulders, and he almost did not hide.

The weight of a big man holding his past can’t be considered light. The neck of the monster was almost lifted by him, and he didn’t come up in one breath. However, before he could stop his pace, he felt that his neck was choked.

When the Bei Shiren was still in the air, he made such an action very naturally, as if he was holding the pet’s neck affectionately. His right hand passed through the beast’s neck almost gently, and then he walked. Upon landing, it was as light as a silent feather. The released beast flew thirty steps forward by inertia, and a loud noise fell to the ground. The blood from the slit throat was red.

The saber-bearer did not respond to this change. He just instinctively ran into the air and chased it horizontally. He only heard the sound of “呛 啷”. His saber was caught, the iron collided, and the force was called The wrist of his saber was trembling. He couldn’t help but take a half step back, and the raised tent curtain suddenly fell, greeted his face in a hurry, blocking his view at once, and the man with the saber took a few steps back. , To lift the heavy curtain by hand.

At this moment, an almost tangible general intention of killing came by air strikes. The warrior who had been fighting hundreds of times had his hair turned upside down, and almost wanted to abandon his sword and run away.

But it was too late.

The sound of cracked bones seemed to reach his ears through different channels, as clear as thunder, and he lowered his head to see a scrap knife that had not yet been formed straight through the thick felt curtain and passed without any muddling. His chest is indestructible.

At this time, the dead leaves that fluttered in the wind before falling to the ground.

Bei Shi wanted to cough a little, but he gently licked the blood on the blade, tasted the cold, salty taste, and then pressed the chest tightness again.

The blood licked from the tip of the cold iron cast in the winter is the same taste as the winter wine buried under the apricot tree in April.

To make a man drunk at the most prosperous moment in his life, nothing else can ecstasy like this.

Hai Lan didn’t come forward. He looked at the Bei Shi surrounded by ten people. He didn’t seem to panic. He even reached out and stopped Chang An, who was anxious to come forward. He said, “The best Sword surgery can be as soft as a hug, or you can split the boulder sharply, so that the hardest armor in the world is nowhere to be shaped, and it is changing rapidly, so do n’t add chaos and watch carefully. “

He spoke hard, but his eyes were very gentle.

It was just that Chang’an stared at Bei Shi with a good eye, and did not notice the expression of the person next to him. He rarely heard the jealous buddy who explained, and he asked politely: “I do n’t have the strength of Master. A scrap knife can split a boulder. I must at least borrow the weight of a saber. “

Hai Lan glanced at him quietly and asked calmly, “Did you not realize that he is naturally left-handed?”

Chang’an was taken aback, almost saying “impossible”, but those years and the days when Bei Shi lived on the mountain flashed his mind like a flash of light-no wonder he always felt a little subtle between Bei Shi’s actions Awkward!

Bei Shi ’s left hand has been worn out for many years, and he ca n’t take a knife, but there is no problem in daily life. He originally covered it very well. However, people who are naturally used to the left hand usually have the main eye as the left eye. Different. Chang’an was very sensitive to people’s movements, but he was naturally focused and had no mind. He didn’t think much about the insignificant things, but he didn’t notice them until he was pointed out by Hailan.

Chang’an learned a knife at the age of seven. To this day, it can be said that he has not been slack for more than ten years. His talents are extremely low and extremely high. Low enough to have a weak body that is not like a samurai, and high enough to be oblivious to the killing and to bypass the class.

However, it may be because of his temperament, or maybe he is still more or less limited by some physical body, and always uses subtle moves and tough weapons to subconsciously contradict his inherent weakness. . So although his precise kung fu has already been practiced, it seems that there is always a little rampage.

Chang’an suddenly realized.

He suddenly understood why the knife of Bei Shi did not have a handle and a sharpened back, because that person regarded himself as the handle, and regarded himself as the back of the knife. Craftsmanship, it seems that the heavens are integrated with Dongfeng-a wind with a blade.

Although Chang’an has no heart and lungs, he doesn’t put his own dragged body on his heart, but this is a fact after all, and it is always an invisible barrier. Even Bei Shi refused to let him bring a sabre, but gave him such an inability. Counting the iron piece of weapon, he felt awkward like a tortoise with a peeled shell.

But if a person’s dominant hand is abolished and he can reach such a peak again, what is his point?

As if the barrier that had been imprisoned on him suddenly disappeared, he felt cheerful, and Changan seemed to catch something, and he couldn’t describe it for a moment.

Just as he was stunned, Bei Shi’s knife crossed one person’s neck and just hit another person’s sword, setting off the opponent’s weapon, but I don’t know if he killed eleven people at this time. After exhaustion, the knife that has not been formed is ultimately unmanageable. With a slam, the knife in Beishi’s hand became two short.

Hailan rushed forward without thinking, turning into a giant roar, and rushed at the man from behind. This was an old guy who was a few years old, so cunning that he heard the sound of the wind behind him. , He no longer cares about Bei Shi, and rolls away, avoiding Hai Lan’s attack.

He had spotted Chang’an’s direction early, and saw that he was standing there untimely, stupefied, and blown by a strong wind like a piece of paper, and immediately fled in his direction without hesitation.

He stood up in three steps and turned into a giant beast. With his front paw off the ground and raising how high a person was, he wanted to hold Chang’an’s shoulders. The cunning old thing is well calculated in his heart. This claw goes down, and the thin young man in front of him has to be skinned and fleshy, and saves him from biting him again.

When Chang’an saw him rushing, he didn’t know how to flash himself, as if he was frightened.

The monster saw a wasteful knife more than one foot long in his hand. He raised his claws and wanted to press down the blade. He thought this was ridiculous. Isn’t this little Asian beast without the power of a chicken? Want to be able to carry Ding’s warrior, with a small knife will pry up how tall a person is?

Of course, Chang’an couldn’t. If he could n’t hold it, he let go. He was sometimes forced to let go, but he didn’t do it calmly once. At that moment, there didn’t seem to be any tension or anxiety in his heart. He didn’t even want to use the handle and It was recaptured by external forces-as if it were just a thin blade that was bent naturally with a strong push, and it was taken for granted.

Then his body seemed to be crushed by the invisible force, and he turned to the side with the knife that was released.

The monster’s claws were almost pressed on him, and the wind was almost fascinated by Chang’an’s eyes. His hair was a bit messy, and he flew out from the cheek side, exposing a beautiful side face, the knife fell to the ground, and flew upright. At this moment, Chang’an grabbed the bottom of the erected knife.

A stab in the jaw of the monster.

Changan has a thousand ways to kill this orc, but none of them like this.

Let it be, lift it lightly.

He stood still, as if still thinking about his knife.

Hai Lan seemed a bit surprised, saying to Bei Shi: “He’s a bit savvy.”

“My apprentice, that’s not understanding, that’s spirituality.” Bei Shi said indifferently, then he glanced down at the broken knife on the ground, his eyes flickered, and he said nothing, but sighed with a sigh. .

Hailan heard it, covered it with half of his body, and carefully held his hand.

Bei Shi said expressionlessly: “The current generation of the Pak Ya family runs really fast, with some shrinking ability.”

Hailan: “Yes.”

Bei Shi also said, “That’s not going to chase!”

Hailan: “Yes.”

Bei Shi shook it twice, unable to shake his hand, and couldn’t help frowning. “You mallet.”

With a slight smile on Hailan’s face, he still said, “Well.”

After a while, Hai Lan added: “I just saw the fireworks signal. I want to signal to the people of Beichengmen. The leader of Huayi has a rear move. There is a copy there, and Park Ya ’s family is tossed into the net, rest assured. . “

Bei Shi frowned: “That kid …”

Hailan’s long sleeves dangled from the shackles of the animal skin, almost covering the place where the two hands held each other, interrupting his complaining softly, saying, “You have cold hands.”

Bei Shi paused for a moment, suddenly avoiding his gaze. The two seemed to exchange roles for a moment, and the saw-necked gourd became someone. After a long while, Bei Shi was a little impatient, saying lowly: ” Ok.”