Sword ancestor is above

"Boom!~"

The knife qi slashed on the ground, leaving more than a dozen deep knife marks.

And Lu Xuan, who dodged the knife, had a foot wrapped in fighting spirit, and appeared beside Gao Qiu.

"boom!--"

This kick of his kicked Gao Qiu's waist hard and impartially, kicking him upside down and hitting the dirt wall behind him heavily.

After a year-long fight in the Zhenjian Building, Gao Qiu's knife just now is no different from a child's play in Lu Xuan's eyes.

Full of flaws.

"Whoosh!"

And almost at the same time when Gao Qiu's body slammed into the earth wall, Lu Xuan's figure had already appeared beside him, and he punched Gao Qiu's chest again with a fist wrapped in a raging fighting spirit.

"Bang!~"

Gao Qiu, who hadn't had time to get up, was directly sunken by Lu Xuan's punch, and blood spit out from his mouth.

When facing a warrior, not giving the opponent time to be lucky, and making up the sword in time, is also a valuable experience that Lu Xuan learned in the Zhenjian Tower.

"Boom!~"

But just when Lu Xuan was about to punch Gao Qiu's sunken chest again, an invisible wave of air suddenly exploded from Gao Qiu's body.

When the air wave dissipated, Lu Xuan saw that Gao Qiu's eyes were wide open, his teeth were closed tightly, his hands were clenched into fists on his lower abdomen, his muscles suddenly swelled up, and even his sunken chest had recovered at this time.

"It's a second-grade martial art iron cloth shirt!"

At this time, Lu Kaiyuan reminded Lu Xuan from the side.

In fact, without Lu Kaiyuan's reminder, Lu Xuan had already recognized it.

When I was in the Sword Tower before, many sword cultivators used this posture to defend against his attacks, but they used it much more flexibly than Gaoqiu, unlike Gaoqiu who would only use it at the end of the road.

"boom!"

However, in order to verify whether this Gaoqiu really knows how to wear iron cloth shirts, Lu Xuan's fist finally hit him on the forehead.As a result, it felt as if it had been hit on an iron plate. Even though the mud below was sunken, Gaoqiu's head was still intact.

"Come on, let me see how you, a mere first-rank fighter, can break through my second-rank martial arts iron cloth shirt!"

"Boy, just wait for me. It was just a moment of carelessness on my part. You interrupted the movement of my internal energy. Wait for my internal energy to recover, and see if I don't kill your entire family!"

After the martial arts were unleashed, Gaoqiu suddenly returned to his arrogant appearance just now, and proudly roared at Lu Xuan.

"boom!"

With a cold face, Lu Xuan punched Gao Qiu's mouth.

Although he was protected by an iron shirt, this punch couldn't kill him, but it was enough to shut him up.

"Xuan'er, I have one here..."

"Father, it's useless to deal with this kind of thing."

Lu Kaiyuan just wanted to take out the seal of fighting spirit, but was rejected by Lu Xuan.

"There's no need to waste a treasure like the Battle Qi Seal on a mere rascal."

While talking, Lu Xuan looked Gaoqiu's body up and down with his eyes.

"But if you don't subdue him quickly and wait for his internal strength to recover, Xuan'er, you may not be his opponent."

Lu Kaiyuan said nervously.

Obviously, in his opinion, a large part of Lu Xuan's victory over Gaoqiu was due to luck and surprise.

Moreover, compared to fighters and monks, once an existence like a warrior has accumulated enough internal energy, its explosive power and lethality in a short period of time are far superior to fighters and monks.

"He can't wait until then."

At this moment, Lu Xuan's gaze slowly landed on Gaoqiu's left abdomen.

Just this one glance made Gao Qiu's face change drastically.

"It's here, right?"

While talking, Lu Xuan pressed his hand full of fighting spirit on Gaoqiu's left abdomen, and continued with cold eyes:

"Your deathbed."

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes that were already a little apprehensive suddenly turned into horror.

Achilles heel.

As he literally means, it is the weakest part of Wufu's body.

The physical strength of a martial artist is far superior to that of fighters and monks of the same level. Once they use martial arts such as iron cloth shirt, it will be difficult for fighters and monks of the same level to break his golden body, which makes them After confronting the enemy, you can attack the opponent with impunity.

However, Wu Fu's physique is not perfect, even if he has cultivated to the level of a martial arts master, his body will still have weak spots.

This weak point is called the dead point.

The location of the death point is not impossible to find, experienced practitioners can even find the location of the Wu Fu's death point at a glance.

It's just that the higher the level of martial arts, the harder it is to find the dead spot.

The reason why Lu Xuan was able to see Gaoqiu's Achilles' heel at a glance was thanks to the eyesight he had experienced in fighting in the Zhenjian Tower.

"Bang!~"

Without any hesitation, Lu Xuan slammed his fist on Gaoqiu's lower left abdomen, directly causing his high protruding abdominal muscles to sag.

"Pfft!~"

Gao Qiu vomited blood from his mouth.

If it wasn't for his tough will, his iron shirt would have been destroyed just after the punch.

"You, how do you know where my Achilles' heel is?"

Seeing Lu Xuan raised his fist again, Gao Qiu shouted in panic.

"Of course you can see it with your eyes."

Lu Xuan glanced at Gao Qiu coldly, then raised his fist again, and punched Gao Qiu's lower abdomen.

"Wow!~"

Gao Qiu vomited out a big mouthful of blood this time, the internal force that had finally gathered was dissipated directly, and it was no longer possible to maintain the operation of the iron cloth shirt.

"Don't kill me, you can't kill me, kill me...you will also enter the Yamen if you kill me!"

Gao Qiu threatened Lu Xuan.

"According to the laws of the Great Wei Kingdom, the owner of the house has the right to kill anyone who trespasses on a private house."

While speaking in a cold tone, Lu Xuan stood up and stepped on Gao Qiu's chest, immobilizing him, and then mobilized his fighting spirit to roll the hunting knife on the ground into his hand.

"Yo! Are you busy?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man with gray hair walked into the mud-walled courtyard of the Lu family with a few of his subordinates.

"Bai... Patriarch of the Bai family?"

Lu Kaiyuan's expression changed immediately after he saw the appearance of the person coming.

The gray-haired middle-aged man is exactly Bai Muchun, the head of the Bai family, one of the four great families in Today's River City.

"Bai Lao, Bai Lao save me!"

As soon as he saw Bai Muchun, Gao Qiu, who was trampled by Lu Xuan, seemed to grab hold of a life-saving straw, and shouted with the last strength in his body.

Hearing this, Lu Xuan stepped on Gaoqiu's chest with more weight, and at the same time turned his head to look at the Patriarch of the Bai family calmly and said:

"Is this your dog?"

Bai Muchun's demeanor was originally very relaxed, but after seeing Lu Xuan's gaze cast on him, his body suddenly tensed up instinctively, and the vigorous internal force in his body also began to operate automatically.

"Why does this little guy's eyes look as creepy as those old things that came out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood? How old is he?"

Bai Muchun was stunned.

However, after all, he was still a person who had seen many big scenes, and after a moment of being dazed for a moment, he returned to his calm and relaxed appearance just now.

"If it's my dog, little guy, can you forgive me?"

Bai Muchun asked Lu Xuan with a smile.