The One-Armed Appears Again, Battle with a Practice Force Warrior

Practice Force Warrior!

Although Yan Que's voice was not loud, it fell into everyone's ears like a thunderclap, stirring up waves.

Practice Force Warriors, even in White Stone City, are few and far between, rarely seen on ordinary days, and each of them is of prominent status.

Unexpectedly, today they not only saw one, but also became enemies with him.

What made everyone even more uncomfortable was that a Practice Force Warrior could do anything, but he had to be a robber and rob passing merchant caravans.

Wasn't this clearly bullying honest people!

For a time, everyone's faces turned ugly.

After learning about the Third Head's strength, the Fang Family team, which had just been suppressing the bandits and had a slight advantage, saw the situation reverse in an instant.

"Leave those two behind, and kill the rest without mercy!"

At this moment, the Third Head pointed his saber at Yan Que and Fang Rou, looked at the bandits, and said in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

The bandits' morale soared upon hearing this, while the Fang Family's formation was disrupted by these words.

"You guys run!"

Yan Que, disregarding the injuries in his body, couldn't help but shout loudly, in this situation, it was best to save whoever could be saved.

Then he looked at Fang Rou, and with her support, he barely stood up.

"Rou'er, I'll hold him back later, you take the opportunity to escape!" Yan Que said in a low voice.

"Uncle..." Fang Rou was already flustered at this time, she had never experienced such a scene.

She thought that with Yan Que's strength, he would definitely not be afraid of this group of bandits, but she didn't expect Yan Que to be injured at this moment.

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Que stopped Fang Rou with his eyes, signaling her not to speak.

Just as he was about to pick up his saber and continue fighting the Third Head, his pupils suddenly shrank, where was his Steel Saber?

Looking around, he didn't find any trace of his Steel Saber.

"Uncle, be careful!"

Suddenly, Fang Rou screamed anxiously from the side. Hearing the sound, Yan Que had no time to worry about where his weapon was and looked up.

He saw the Third Head charging towards him, he pushed Fang Rou away, and instead of retreating, he advanced to meet him.

Soon, the two exchanged blows again, but Yan Que was no match for the Third Head at this time.

After a few rounds, he was knocked down again by the opponent, directly seriously injured.

Looking at the Third Head with a smile on his face, Yan Que said sternly, "Hmph, kill me or cut me, do as you please!"

"Your bones are quite hard, don't worry, I won't kill you."

The Third Head sneered after hearing this, then changed the subject and said coldly,

"However, I'm very unhappy with your tone, after I cut off your arm, let's see if you still dare to be so tough!"

Having said that, the Third Head walked towards Yan Que, step by step, as if deliberately tormenting Yan Que, waiting for him to show a pleading expression.

Yan Que's expression changed upon hearing this. He was a saber practitioner; without an arm, how could he wield a saber?

"Don't even think about hurting my uncle!" Fang Rou stood in front of the Third Head, stubbornly saying.

The Third Head's eyes flashed upon seeing this, and he took a step forward like an arrow, a fierce palm wind whistling towards her.

Bang!

"Hmm? Who are you?"

A deep collision sound exploded.

The Third Head retreated several steps, looking at the One-Armed man in the black coat with a solemn expression.

One arm, half a long sleeve, was particularly noticeable.

He was burly and tall, his size alone equivalent to two Fang Rou.

Just standing there, he felt a faint pressure, a vague sense of crisis lingering in his heart.

Especially after the exchange just now, he had a deeper understanding of the black-clothed man's strength.

This person is very strong!

Step!

Facing the Third Head's question, Su Chen rushed out without saying a word.

He'd rather kill the opponent first before wasting words!

Seeing this scene, the Third Head grunted, a flash of coldness in his eyes, and his figure shot out like a cannonball.

"That's... my saber!"

In the rear, Fang Rou was still surprised by the appearance of the black-clothed man, but Yan Que inadvertently caught sight of the Steel Saber at Su Chen's waist.

Isn't that his weapon?

Bang bang bang.

The fierce wind wrapped around the blade, and at the moment the two men fought, it roared out, sweeping sleeves and brushing against hair.

Streaks of afterimages spread around the two, and under the interlaced light and shadow, it made the onlookers dazzled and fascinated.

In just a moment, the two had exchanged more than a dozen moves, fighting inextricably, evenly matched.

"This person has such a strong saber technique!"

Yan Que, who was watching the battle from the side, was initially worried that Su Chen was not the Third Head's opponent, but after watching for a while, he discovered.

Su Chen's saber technique was very exquisite, obviously having cultivated this saber technique to the extreme, even surpassing it.

With his eyes, he could naturally see the flaws in Su Chen's saber technique: strong explosiveness, but insufficient stamina.

But Su Chen, relying on his own advantages, made up for this flaw and brought the power of the saber technique to the extreme.

Not only did he confront the Third Head head-on, but he even slightly gained the upper hand, suppressing him completely.

"Ha!"

At this moment, the Third Head, who was being suppressed by Su Chen and had no power to fight back, roared loudly, as if to vent the frustration in his heart.

He held the long saber with both hands, the power of his whole body condensed on the blade. As his figure flickered, he found an opportunity and slashed down with the saber.

Like a residual image, it flashed past, followed by a burst of ear-piercing sound of air being torn.

Zheng!

It was like the ear-piercing sound of iron blocks rubbing against porcelain, shaking in the ears for hundreds of times.

But in an instant, it suddenly rang out, shaking the eardrums.

Fang Rou shuddered, subconsciously covering her ears, but her eyes were fixed on the two of them.

The chaotic battle area on the other side was also disturbed by the deafening sound, and they stopped fighting one after another, watching intently.

Two figures stood in front, motionless for a long time, as if in a stalemate. After a few breaths, everyone vaguely heard a 'crack' sound.

Then, they saw that the sabers in the hands of Su Chen and the Third Head were both broken in half and fell to the ground.

At the moment when the two sabers broke, the two of them took a step back, facing each other from a distance, the air filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

"You are very strong, but if you don't have the saber in your hand, you are not my opponent at all."

Before he finished speaking, the Third Head suddenly threw the saber directly into the ground, looked at Su Chen, and said sternly.

Su Chen did not speak.

At this time, Yan Que behind him reminded, "Brother, be careful, he is a Practice Force Warrior!"

Hearing this, not only did Su Chen's face not show any timidity, but instead revealed an eager-to-try posture.

"Let me see how powerful the so-called Practice Force Warrior is!"

He thought to himself, his eyes bursting with a strong fighting spirit, and then he inserted the broken Steel Saber into his waist with a backhand.

Seeing this scene, Yan Que's face changed slightly. Obviously, he did not expect that Su Chen would give up using the saber just after he reminded Su Chen.

"Hehe, courting death!"

The Third Head's eyes also changed slightly, but a fierce look gradually appeared on his face.

His foot slammed out, the ground seemed to tremble, and then he saw his figure burst out.

Seeing this, Su Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and he met him with every step like a lotus flower.