Xiao Yao held the black iron sword in his hand, and a sense of arrogance arose in his heart. He glanced at Fan Yiweng and said calmly: "If you want to fight, you can fight, why bother to say more?"

Fan Yiweng nodded slowly, and the solemn feeling in his eyes was self-evident. After the two of them confronted each other for a while, suddenly, the steel rod in his hand was "calling", and the head of the rod was pointed straight at Xiao Yao's chest. Looking at the force contained in the rod, if it was hit, even if the opponent was lucky enough to die, he would inevitably end up with a broken sternum and a flesh-blooded skin.

Fan Yiweng made a sudden move as soon as he came up, hoping to give Xiao Yao a warning, because in this way, he could not only show his exquisite martial arts in front of his junior brothers, making him more convinced by his senior brother, but also might have an unexpected effect. Xiao Yao was in a hurry and it would be easier to succeed. However, Fan Yiweng was thinking well, but Xiao Yao was not afraid at all. When he saw the steel rod breaking through the wind, he did not see any panic. The black iron sword in his hand shook down and blocked it. Others only heard a dull sound of "clang". The dragon-headed rod had changed direction and thorned towards a love tree behind Xiao Yao. "Crash", in a blink of an eye, the strange flowers and plants planted by the road had been crushed flat by Fan Yiweng's staff.

Unsuccessful of the attack, Fan Yiweng was not discouraged and continued to fight. He turned around and swept the dragon head rod across the corner, and for a moment it was incompetent. Xiao Yao saw that the short man had such great power, and indeed he was well-known, so he did not dare to underestimate him anymore. When he even took the Lingbo Microstep, he gently avoided this sweep. Seeing that he had made a mistake for the second time, Fan Yiweng couldn't help but feel really angry, and his attack became more and more fierce. He was already very short, less than four feet away. When he tried his best, he was very skilled. Originally, most of the martial arts people were tiger-backed bears.

People with tall and big horses have not only strengthened their bodies, but also tapped their own potential and stimulated their bodies to make breakthroughs over time. Over time, they had hope to achieve the perfect state of highest martial arts and use the strongest body to use the strongest moves. For example, after Xiao Yao traveled to the Southern Song world to practice martial arts, he had a qualitative leap in his body changes, such as height and physical strength. However, Fan Yiweng was short but short and went out of the way. Xiao Yao was facing the enemy for a moment and felt restrained.

It turned out that Fan Yiweng relied on his short stature and his strength, so he simply greeted his opponents with a strong force. In ordinary martial arts, although there are also "ditang swords" and "sweeping legs" to cross the martial arts, those are targeted at warriors of normal height, and they need to bend their legs to perform. Just imagine if a person has to bend his hands and feet, he has to bend his head, or uses his knees and hook his legs to perform martial arts. Even if the moves are exquisite, it will be done.

It is not as comfortable as Fan Yiweng's already short body, without having to shrink his body. Xiao Yao's skill in playing the game is not very outstanding, and the most skillful one he has learned is just the Peach Blossom Island Tornado Sweeping Leaf Leaf Technique. Moreover, at this time, even if Xiao Yao's skill in playing the game is so great, the human body is just a flesh and blood body after all, and in front of Fan Yiweng's steel rod, he can only avoid his sharpness. With three moves, Fan Yiweng forced Xiao Yao to retreat five steps.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao felt nervous. Even though he used the light body technique and jumped over Fan Yiweng's head until he was more than three meters apart, he turned around and stood still. Fan Yiweng took the lead, but if his opponent raised it high, it would not be his strength. At this time, he saw Xiao Yao jumping into the air and dodged away. He obviously did not want to be the one who was his own sharpness, so he couldn't help but feel happy, and refused to relax in his hand and attacked again.

Logically speaking, a style of playing like Fan Yiweng, who specializes in the opponent's lower plate, is not invincible in the world and cannot be defended at all. Moreover, Xiao Yao holds a black iron sword like a door panel. No matter how many changes a small steel stick, it is nothing in front of the absolute defense area of ​​the sword. However, Xiao Yao still has insufficient experience in facing the enemy. Although his heart has changed, when he is used in his hand, it is not the case. Secondly, he is still worried after all, and just wants to return to the Mongolian army as soon as possible. He is unwilling to start a killing in the Valley of Jueqing, turning this paradise-like place into a hell on earth. Therefore, he is always hesitant, and then he commits a martial arts taboo unknowingly and is beaten backwards.

Fan Yiweng didn't care about that. At this time, he was fighting. Usually, he practiced in the valley, except for the valley master Gongsun Zhi, his master, who occasionally gave instructions, he had no chance to fight with others. As a senior brother, he could not beat the master above and did not dare to fight. When he fought against the junior brother below, he was not only suspense, but also afraid of hurting the other party. Therefore, he never felt as refreshing as the battle today. What's more, he still had the upper hand now. How could the smugness and pleasure in his heart disappear so easily? So he turned around and attacked another storm.

In terms of figure, Xiao Yao was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. Facing his lower plate, Fan Yiweng was waiting for an opportunity to move like a poisonous snake, although he felt tricky, he was not helpless. In a blink of an eye, two more moves passed. Fan Yiweng swept the steel rod and crossed Xiao Yao's feet. Xiao Yao raised his left leg slightly, which seemed slow. When the steel rod reached, he suddenly put a little force on his toes, and he had already used the force to fly. In the air, the black iron sword in Xiao Yao's hand used the word "slash" and chopped towards Fan Yiweng's head. Fan Yiweng turned his left hand over his head, and the steel rod formed a circle, and a huge force immediately collided with the black iron sword. Xiao Yao was in mid-air, and he was hit by Fan Yiweng, and Fan Yiweng used the force to dodge, but he was swept aside.

As soon as it landed, Fan Yiweng attacked him with a stick. Seeing his expression, he looked very proud. Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao suddenly became furious and thought to himself that this old man was really bullying. Can't you see that he was showing mercy? Although he wanted to fight, he did not have to end with killing people and seeing the red ones. He just hoped that the other party could retreat and let him go. However, he didn't understand that Fan Yiweng had lived in the valley for a long time, like a trapped beast, encountering a real sword and gun battle, blood and passion
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