Lian Chihao saw Zhang Dahai's changes so well, and knew that something was wrong. He quickly pinched the gesture with his right hand to recall the ink ruler, but he was still one step late. The moment Lian Chihao pinched the gesture, he rarely showed a temporary flaw. It happened to be caught by Zhang Dahai who was still moving and was just watching him coldly. Zhang Dahai's figure disappeared instantly, leaving only the ground shattered by gravity, and slashed at Lian Chihao with a wild smile.

After all, he was Cheng Zhian's first disciple, and his reaction ability was naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people. Seeing Zhang Dahai slashing with a broad sword, his body quickly retreated while quickly turning the hand gesture. The ink ruler sensed something and quickly rushed towards Zhang Dahai's exposed back.

Zhang Dahai was unmoved, and was still laughing wildly and chasing Lian Chihao who was dodging left and right. The two of them quickly rushed out of the abandoned house and came to the empty streets of Yumai City. Lian Chihao avoided Zhang Dahai's unruly pursuit and chopping, while distracted from controlling Mo Chi to try to take advantage of the loophole to kill Zhang Dahai, who seemed unconscious at the moment, and the speed of Mo Chi's movement was of course greatly affected.

Lian Chihao knew that this was not a solution, so he stopped and urged the ink ruler with all his strength. Zhang Dahai looked at Lian Chihao who was still moving at the moment, and said crazy and mocked: "Hahaha, you are hiding!" While saying that, he raised the broad sword in his hand and made a gesture to cut Lian Chihao into two pieces.

Suddenly, because Lian Chihao was no longer distracted, the speed of the Mochi soared. In a flash, he came behind Zhang Dahui, and screamed endlessly.

Although Zhang Dahai was a little unconscious at this moment, of course he would not allow the short sword to pierce him. He instantly grabbed the broad sword in his hand and inserted it hard on the ground between the two of them. He jumped high and stepped on the hilt of the knife. He flipped in the air and fell behind Lian Chihao. His big hand as broad as a clamp tightly clamped Lian Chihao's neck in front of him and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I want to see if this short sword will suck your flesh and blood together!"

Zhang Dahai is more than eight feet tall, and his muscles are extremely solid. When he holds the sword, he is as agile as a strong man who uses a pair of extremely small and exquisite bowls and chopsticks when eating. No wonder Yan Shisan thinks that Zhang Dahai's slab is not suitable for sword training. Lian Chihao, who is pinned by such a big hand, cannot break free. He never dreamed that Zhang Dahai, who seems to be honest, would do this.

Since she couldn't break free, Lian Chihao's silver teeth clenched, and instead pulled Zhang Dahai's right hand tightly to pinch his neck. The black short sword did not reduce at all, as if he wanted to put the two together. In an instant, the black short sword stabbed into Lian Chihao's neck with a thunderous force, and the tip of the sword passing through the neck also stabbed into Zhang Dahai's right hand that was suppressed.

Zhang Dahai naturally had seen the strangeness of this short sword. The moment the sword tip pierced into his right hand, the whole right hand became thinner and thinner with the naked eye. Seeing that Lian Chihao's hands were unwilling to let go, as if he wanted to die with him, Zhang Dahai was so brute force, but he frowned slightly, flipped his wrist and threw Lian Chihao aside.

Looking at Lian Chihao who was thrown on the wall, Zhang Dahai's expression changed. At this moment, Zhang Dahai's crazy temperament seemed to have faded a lot because of his broad sword. So he asked in confusion: "Why do you need this? For my right hand?"

Lian Chihao struggled to get up after hearing this. The originally intact green robe had already broken at this moment, revealing the interlaced hideous scars on his body. Zhang Dahai calculated roughly and had more than a dozen scars on his feet. Some of the scars were slightly lighter in color and were shining with some blood, as if ferocious long snakes were lifted on Lian Chihao's body.

Although Lian Chihao vomited blood at the mouth, his expression was not declining. The sword patterns on his forehead were also shining brightly. Lian Chihao reached out to wipe off the blood marks at the corner of his mouth, looked at Zhang Dahai with a smile, and said softly: "Die together? Are you joking?" While saying that, he pulled out the long sword that pierced his neck. As the short sword was slowly pulled out, there was no blood on the neck, and in the end he could not even see a trace of wound.

Lian Chihao held the short sword, looked at Zhang Dahai with a playful expression, and said contemptuously: "Every time, I will use my own essence and blood to warm up the sealed Chi Ji in the ink ruler. The ink ruler is now inseparable from me. Do you want to use it to hurt me? Dream in the daytime!"

Lian Chihao said, his eyes gradually shifting to the red broad sword behind Zhang Dahai that penetrated straight into the ground, and he was also a little confused. Lian Chihao knew that the ink ruler was a bloodthirsty monster that could be divided into two, so he had been secretly practicing the two-handed sword since he was a child, so he could successfully complete the killing when necessary.

Originally, he was confident in assassinating Qiu An with two short swords, but the Bing Yan in his hand released half of the sealed Chi Ji. Even Lian Chihao didn't know why the moment when Chi Ji left the short sword, the originally short black ink ruler turned into a wide red broad sword. Thinking of Lian Chihao looking down at the short sword in his hand, he wondered, was this short sword also a knife? It seemed that Chi Ji was still hiding something from him.

Unsuccessful thinking, Lian Chihao simply stopped thinking about it, and placed the black short sword in his hand in front of him, looked at Zhang Dahai in front of him and said softly: "Are you still fighting?"

Zhang Dahai didn't say anything when he heard this. He turned around and pulled out the red broad sword inserted on the ground. The moment his right hand touched the broad sword, a trace of blood mist appeared again around Zhang Dahai, constantly lingering. Zhang Dahai held the long sword against his shoulder and sneered at Lian Chihao: "Come on!"

As soon as Zhang Dahai finished speaking, he did not leave Lian Chihao's time to react. His figure disappeared in place in an instant. He only took a breath and appeared beside him. He held the broad sword with his right hand and slashed towards Lian Chihao's head. Zhang Dahai, whose eyes were red and his face was distorted, kept muttering: "Hahaha, I'm hungry, can I share some meat?"

Lian Chihao looked at Zhang Dahai who was so weird and frowned, and instantly protected the ink ruler. The wide red broad sword and Zhang Dahai's brute force were all over. The moment the weapons were connected, they repelled the slightly thin Lian Chihao. Two long dents were drawn on the ground with their feet. The black floor tiles in the streets and alleys wherever they passed were shattering and dust was flying.

Lian Chihao was shocked and his hands were numb. Looking at Zhang Dahai, who was shrouded in dust and smoke, he did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. Sure enough, a red light broke through the dust and flew towards Lian Chihao. Lian Chihao quickly jumped high, trying to avoid the attack range of the broad sword. The moment he jumped up, Lian Chihao saw that the dust smoke had already disappeared from Zhang Dahai, and thought to himself that something was wrong.

"I said I'm very hungry, didn't you hear it?" Just as a sense of crisis arose in Lian Chihao's heart, Zhang Dahai's gloomy and crazy voice suddenly came from behind him who jumped high, and subconsciously turned his head. The moment when the light of his light touched Zhang Dahai, a fist covered with cold air and blood mist gradually magnified in his sight.

A heavy punch hit Lian Chihao's face, and a powerful and heavy blow almost blurred his consciousness. His body, which had originally jumped high, was also knocked down by the box and quickly fell to the ground.

Lian Chihao was barely energetic. He was looking at the red broad sword that Zhang Dahai had thrown by before. The blade was dazzling and was about to cut himself down into two pieces. Lian Chihao snorted coldly, flipped his wrist, threw out the ink ruler in his hand, and the sword pattern flashed on his forehead with his right hand. After throwing the ink ruler out, he quickly dived in front of Lian Chihao's falling body.

Seeing that the ink slash was the place to settle, Lian Chihao quickly stretched out his hands and pressed it on the Mochi Slash that had stopped steadily. He supported his hands gently. After turning his body forward for several weeks, he cleverly landed on the side of the red broad sword. He held the hilt with both hands, his face calmed down, and shouted loudly: "Have me up!" The heavy red broad sword was raised by Lian Chihao, and then stepped on the ink slash that followed and jumped hard towards Zhang Dahai who fell down together.

Zhang Dahai looked at the red broad sword coming towards him. Instead of avoiding, he laughed wildly like crazy. The red broad sword slashed hard at Zhang Dahui's face with a loud "boom". Zhang Dahui raised his right hand high, but only two fingers clamped the heavy broad sword, and his legs were slammed into the ground by the red broad sword. Although he looked embarrassed, he did not receive any damage.

Lian Chihao tried his best to pull out the broad sword that was sandwiched by Zhang Dahai, so he simply stopped trying. Instead, he pointed his right hand hard at Zhang Dahai's face. The black short sword flew out instantly with the movements in his hand, and the target pointed directly at Zhang Dahui's head.

Zhang Dahai, whose legs were easily broken free from the ground, and his two fingers shook slightly. The heavy broad sword seemed as if it was as light as a feather, and it kept spinning in the air. Zhang Dahai said with a grim smile: "This kind of small fight is almost the same."

While Zhang Dahai was speaking, a large amount of blood mist suddenly burst out from his body, which instantly surrounded Zhang Dahai. The blood mist condensed into a huge blood ball that kept rotating, wrapping Zhang Dahai in it. The Mochi seemed to feel the danger. The sword body that was originally rushing towards Zhang Dahai's face suddenly stopped, and then returned to Lian Chihao like lightning. The tip of the sword trembled constantly at the huge blood ball that was constantly rotating.

Lian Chihao has never seen such a scene since he pulled out the ink ruler for the first time. He was stunned at first and then turned his head to look at the hunching hustle and whispered around him for a while, and looked up at the shrinking blood ball. The arrogant Lian Chihao couldn't help but feel a surge of fear. When the brave meets on a narrow road, the fear has already arisen. Lian Chihao knew in his heart that he would definitely lose when Zhang Dahai broke through the blood ball.
Chapter completed!