Chapter 308: Crazy Swordsman!

"ah!"

"Master, spare my life!"

"The little one has eyes but doesn't recognize Taishan, so don't slap me in the face!"

"Ouch!"

One after another figures fell from the ring. Ning Fan held his hands behind his back, his expression calm. With his current strength, he was invincible.

He really didn't look down on these idle young men who only knew a few tricks.

"Wow, my uncle is so awesome!"

Xiaocui stood beside Cai Wenji, with little stars shining in her eyes, and said with a look of surprise.

When Cai Wenji heard Xiaocui call her uncle, her pretty face under the veil turned a little bright red.

"Accepted!"

The last figure fell from the ring. Ning Fan clasped his fists slightly, and his eyes accidentally glanced at the figures below. None of these people made a move, but they exuded a restrained aura.

He was obviously very skilled, especially the young man in the corner, leaning under a pear tree, holding a rusty long knife.

When Ning Fan's eyes fell on him, the young man seemed to notice that he was looking at him. He straightened up slightly and walked towards the ring with the broken knife in his hand.

"The madman is taking action!"

"Senior brother, why did Tai Chi Sect release him this time?"

The fat junior brother looked at the thin senior brother with a puzzled face. You must know that this master is fearless, there is nothing he dare not say, there is no one he dare not kill, his personality is withdrawn, and he has become a demon by swallowing martial arts.

But now, Taichi Sect dared to let him go down the mountain. Aren't they afraid of causing some trouble?

"This madman has fallen in love with his master's wife and threatened to marry her..."

"What!"

The fat man's expression became dull, and he secretly gave the madman a thumbs up: "You are worthy of being called a madman!"

"What happened next? Did you get married?"

"How can it be!"

The thin man smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said softly: "If Master Taichi hadn't secretly lowered him down the mountain, I'm afraid that guy would have cut off his head directly."

"Hahaha!"

“It’s so exciting!”

While the two were talking, the young man who was called a madman walked under the ring, looked at Ning Fan, and said softly: "Fight with me."

"Are you also here to participate in the marriage recruitment?"

"no!"

"If it's not the case, why fight?"

"Test the knife!"

Hearing the answer from the young man holding the sword, Ning Fan's lips curled up slightly, his figure floated down from the ring lightly, and he said calmly: "If you lose, stay with me for three years."

"good!"

There was not much emotion on the young man's face, but a high fighting spirit rose in his eyes, and his robe suddenly swayed, without any wind.

Ning Fan waved his robe and took the Xuanyuan Sword directly from his sleeve. The young man couldn't help but look startled and looked at the seven-foot green blade in Ning Fan's hand with burning eyes: "If I win, the sword in your hand belongs to me."

"Do you recognize this sword?"

Ning Fan looked quite surprised. The way the young man looked at Xuanyuan Sword was obviously very unusual. Could it be...

While he was trying to figure it out, he saw the young man shaking his head slightly.

"I don't recognize it."

"My wife likes swords. If I take them back, she will be very happy."

"Yes, quite filial!"

Ning Fan had a look of admiration on his face, but the fat and thin brothers in the crowd looked at each other in silence. They were so damn infatuated!

"let's start!"

The young man lifted up the messy hair in front of him and stepped hard with his right foot. Like a flying swallow, he flew straight towards Ning Fan. The big rusty iron knife in his hand flashed with a cold look. Mang, making a rustling sound.

"Be careful!"

"Something."

Ning Fan also had a look of concentration on his face. This young man's strength should not be lower than that of his fifth brother. He also had strong internal strength and strong sword power. Judging from his abilities, he should be an unusual person in the world.

Nine times out of ten, he also comes from a famous sect.

"Keng!"

With a crisp sound, the Xuanyuan Sword in Ning Fan's hand moved upwards. Under the influence of the sword shadow, countless rays of sword light struck at the young man holding the sword from all directions.

"hiss!"

"Master Zhao is so powerful!"

Zhang Decai stood in the crowd, rubbing his eyes vigorously, with a look of amazement on his face. Lin Yong on the side grinned and said: "This kid's sword is quite powerful. I want to beat him, but I'm afraid It’s not that easy!”

"Old man, didn't you see that the knife in that kid's hand is rusty?"

"How could he be Mr. Zhao's opponent?"

"Haha, the knife is rusty, but the blade is not!"

Lin Yong took off the kettle and took a sip without saying anything. Zhang Decai also stared at the two people in the field with his eyes wide open.

However, Cai Si on the attic was holding the railing in front of him tightly, his palms already soaked with sweat.

Master, please don’t let anything happen to you!

"Xuan Dao flows with fire, cut!"

Ao Bu held the long knife with both hands and slashed it out from bottom to top. The rusty knife in his hand instantly ignited with a red flame, releasing a hot breath and slashed suddenly.

"This madman!"

"You really have no scruples. If you really accidentally kill Cai's uncle here, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave."

"No way……"

Brother Fat and Thin also kept coming forward, ready to save people at any time.

"Something real!"

Ning Fan felt a heavy sword attack and subconsciously looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand. He should be able to withstand it, right?

"Keng!"

Ning Fan advanced instead of retreating, wielding the Xuanyuan sword to meet Ao Buer's slash.

Sparks were stirring in the void. He was relieved when he saw that the long sword in his hand was intact, and his offensive became more and more fierce.

In theory, the knife's momentum was heavy and the sword's momentum was agile. When using a sword against a knife, it should rely on cleverness, using softness to overcome hardness, and using weakness to overcome strength. However, swordsmanship was Ning Fan's weakness after all. On the contrary, strength was his strength.

Therefore, he not only did not dodge Ao Buer's attack, but was happy to confront him head-on.

You know, he is a dual cultivator of internal and external cultivation!

"Aren't you a pure internal cultivator?"

"Haha, I just look a little strong!"

Ning Fan smiled modestly, and the swordsmanship in his hand became more and more fierce. The Quanzhen swordsmanship became more and more proficient. In just thirty rounds, he had already gained a slight advantage.

But there was no panic on Ao Buer's face, but his breath was a little more disordered.

"Not good!"

The fat and thin brothers' expressions changed slightly, and they rushed towards Ao Buer in unison: "Madman, stop it quickly, this is not Taichi Sect, no one can cure your strange disease!"

"Calm down!"

Under Ning Fan's surprised eyes, the two grabbed Ao Buer's arms, one on the left and one on the right, pulled them apart, and clasped his hands tightly.

"Hmm?"

Ning Fan saw a hint of scarlet in Ao Buer's eyes, and couldn't help frowning, "What's wrong with him?"

"Brother, quickly seal his major acupuncture points."

"He's going crazy."

Ning Fan looked at the anxious expressions of the two, and although he didn't know what was going on, he still stepped forward.

"Roar!"

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