Chen Daxia was once again the first to draw his sword, because no one would compete with him for the main attacker position, not even the most foolish Fan Li.

Firstly, Chen Daxia was the strongest among them, and secondly, he was an honest man.

Chen Daxia's sword was indeed incredibly sharp. It was hard to imagine that after being crippled in one leg by the blind man and San'er in the post station outside Yincheng, and then almost beaten to death by Shatuo Queshi, his realm actually advanced instead of regressing after his injuries healed. This kind of opportunity and aptitude could be compared to Guo Jing.

Because of the blind man's mental interference, Gesang's reaction was half a beat slower this time. In a duel between experts, even half a beat could have a huge impact.

If Gesang hadn't been experienced in battles in the mountains and had a very strong instinct for survival, he would have subconsciously dodged to the side at the moment the sword energy was released. Chen Daxia's sword wouldn't have just left a wound on his chest, but would have pierced his heart directly.

But even so, it was almost impossible to control the injury caused by the sword energy in a short period of time.

This was the power of swordsmen. Their sword energy was one of the sharpest forces in the world. Previously, in the suburbs of Jin's capital, the Jin Sword Saint also wanted to rely on this advantage to exhaust Tian Wujing to death.

Gesang dodged,

Fan Li moved.

Although Fan Li's body was very strong, he didn't want to compete with a savage who was very similar to a martial artist at this time, but directly swung his axe down!

Gesang clenched his fist and swung it upwards. When his fist was about to touch the axe, he suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and a burst of air surged out, causing Fan Li's wrist to shake and the force of the axe to be滞缓 (zhì huǎn, slowed down).

In an instant, Gesang took advantage of the situation to grab the axe blade, ignoring the wounds that began to appear in his palm, and forcibly pulled Fan Li in front of him.

This was the gap in absolute strength. The strength of the flesh still needed the support of qi and blood. Gesang didn't look as strong as Fan Li, but with the blessing of qi and blood, his strength was much more terrifying than Fan Li's.

However, at this moment, A'Ming had already appeared behind Gesang. A'Ming, who had just advanced, had a new improvement in strength. The nails between his fingers showed a strange dark red color and directly pierced into Gesang's back.

Originally, Gesang planned to take this opportunity to blow Fan Li's head off with one punch, but because of A'Ming's attack, he had to knock Fan Li away with his shoulder and then quickly turn around.

A'Ming stretched out his arms, leaving ten terrifying claw marks on Gesang's back, and then retreated directly.

Gesang roared and punched A'Ming.

"Bang!"

A'Ming didn't resist, allowing his body to be smashed away. After flying about ten meters, he landed and swayed slightly, sensing how many bones in his body were broken, and then chose to rush towards Gesang again in an extremely uncoordinated manner.

This scene surprised Gesang.

But he didn't have time to think about what A'Ming was made of, because Chen Daxia's second sword had already arrived.

Although there were four great swordsmen in the world, the real pinnacle of swordsmanship was only divided into two types: Baili Jian's speed and the Jin Sword Saint's sharpness.

Obviously, Chen Daxia's sword was not fast this time, but every sword was wrapped in extremely powerful sword energy.

Gesang chose to retreat again, and the sword pierced a through hole directly in his right scapula.

"Ah!"

Gesang screamed.

At this time, Fan Li's axe fell again, timed perfectly.

Gesang had already lost some of his sanity. The other side had Chen Daxia, a master who was already stronger than him, and he was inexplicably injured at the beginning of the game. If he continued to persevere, his path would only become narrower and narrower.

At this time, all reason and calmness had been thrown to Java. Gesang's mind was filled with endless mania.

He ignored Fan Li's axe and punched Fan Li's chest directly.

However,

Fan Li's attack was a feint.

This was perhaps due to experience.

After sensing that Gesang had already made a desperate plan to forcibly drag someone down with him, Fan Li decisively retreated.

Obviously, his side had already won. Why should he die at the dawn of victory?

Fan Li was honest, not stupid.

Gesang really didn't expect the other party to pounce so aggressively before and then retreat so decisively, causing his fist to only hit Fan Li's axe. The axe was smashed away, but Fan Li himself was not injured much.

A'Ming reappeared behind Gesang.

Gesang reacted quickly this time, without even turning around. A powerful air wave suddenly released from his body, forcibly sucking everything around him, naturally including A'Ming.

You guys are good at slipping away, aren't you?

Then let's see how you slip away this time!

Gesang twisted his upper body, clenched his fist, and smashed it towards A'Ming's chest.

A'Ming remained unmoved.

As long as the opponent didn't hit his head, he didn't care too much. In fact, A'Ming even took the initiative to disperse his defense.

"Puff!"

Gesang's fist directly pierced through A'Ming's chest.

This was the result of A'Ming deliberately dispersing his defense, because there was no need to fight the opponent head-on. Letting him hit would only create a hole at most. If he tried to fight head-on, his body would likely be directly shattered.

"Whirr!"

A'Ming slid down along Gesang's fist.

To be honest,

Gesang had experienced countless killings in his life, but it was the first time he had encountered such a strange existence!

He was clear about Chen Daxia's strength, but this person in front of him gave him a feeling of coldness in his heart.

A'Ming's nails pierced into Gesang's body again.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Gesang stretched out his other hand, grabbed A'Ming's shoulder, and roared, he wanted to tear A'Ming apart directly.

"Ohayo." (Japanese for "Good morning")

Xue San's voice appeared above Gesang.

An assassin,

Either doesn't appear, or when he appears, it's time to reap heads.

At this most appropriate time, Xue San's dagger directly pierced into Gesang's skull.

Easy,

Simple,

Carefree.

However, to Xue San's surprise, even though his dagger was poisoned, even though he had pierced the opponent's head, Gesang did not die instantly.

He,

Could still move!

Regardless of whether it was a last flash of vitality, the power of a martial artist's body was truly terrifying!

However,

That was all,

Because Chen Daxia's third sword had arrived.

This sword directly pierced into Gesang's neck, and then the sword body shook, and Gesang's head separated from his body, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before falling to the ground.

It wasn't that Gesang wasn't strong enough, it was just that with Chen Daxia as the main attacker and many experienced devils providing cover, it was really difficult for him to make any waves.

In general confrontations and battles, unless one side was a powerful realm similar to a third-rank martial artist, there would rarely be a "three days and three nights" long battle.

To put it bluntly, the matter of fighting was a duel between lightning and flint. Where would there be time for you to take turns feeding each other moves while also taking care of the excitement that the onlookers were appreciating?

"Hey, don't move, don't move."

The blind man suddenly shouted.

Chen Daxia didn't know who the blind man was shouting at, but he didn't move.

At this time, a gentle force brushed against his face. Chen Daxia knew that this was not the wind.

A few strands of his hair fell and landed on the sword in his hand, which was stained with blood. The long sword was sharp, and the hair strands broke.

"Raise your head, facing the sun, at a forty-five degree angle." The blind man's voice came again.

Chen Daxia raised his head, and then he didn't know what a forty-five degree angle meant.

"Raise it a little more, hey, yes, yes, yes."

Under the blind man's command, Chen Daxia completed the pose.

The blind man walked over, admired it for a while, and said:

"Daxia, next time you kill someone, strike this pose, hold it for one minute, no, hold it for thirty breaths, understand?"

Chen Daxia asked doubtfully:

"Why?"

"Because it's cool."

"What is cool?"

"It means good-looking. Do you want to become one of the four great swordsmen in the future?"

Chen Daxia thought for a while, he felt that he wanted to, so he was loyal to his heart and nodded.

"Then do as I say. Doing this will attract fans and help you build momentum."

"Okay."

"Well, good boy, after returning to Shengle, let San'er make you a new prosthetic leg. This one looks a bit like you have uneven feet, not perfect."

Xue San patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me."

Chen Daxia solemnly gave Xue San a sword salute:

"Thank you, Xue brother."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, but the material for this prosthetic leg is not easy to find. You'll have to stay in Shengle City for a while longer."

Chen Daxia was a straightforward person and said moved:

"Really, you're troubling you."

"No trouble, no trouble, it's what we should do."

Afterward,

Xue San reached out and poked the blind man again, pointed to Gesang's head that had fallen over there, and said:

"This guy was about to surrender just now. You didn't even ask the lord and directly ordered us to kill him?"

"He is different from Zuo Jiqian. Firstly, although Zuo Jiqian was born into a noble family, the Zuo family has become a thing of the past. Secondly, Zuo Jiqian's strength is not enough.

Gesang's strength, if Chen Daxia wasn't here, at other times, which of us seven could suppress him in a one-on-one fight?

Most importantly, Zuo Jiqian just looks like Lü Bu, but this guy is a real three-surname slave (A person who betrays one master after another).

Even if the lord was present, he would only weigh it, feel a little reluctant in his heart, but still order him to be killed to prevent future troubles."

"Then you could have asked the lord first."

"Since we already know what choice the lord would make, why make the lord go through another tangled process?"

"Oh, so that's how it is. Damn, blind man, you're really good at licking (flattering)."

The blind man smiled modestly.

Xue San also smiled and said:

"But have you ever thought that maybe it's because you're so good at licking, the lord might have already been licked by you..."

"Licked what?"

"Licked out calluses."

"What you said seems to make some sense." Then, the blind man suddenly turned around and faced Fan Li, "So, San'er, is it possible that the most uncommunicative, least flattering, and most dull child suddenly gives you a little warmth, and you'll be very moved?

It's like a kid who used to skip school, fight, and go to internet cafes and didn't listen to his parents, suddenly one day goes home and sits at his desk to study and do his homework. Will his parents be moved to tears?"

At this time, Fan Li was helping A'Ming to arrange Gesang's headless corpse. A'Ming needed to take blood.

"Hiss~~~"

Xue San pointed to Fan Li over there,

And whispered:

"Bitch."