Chen Leng looked at the young man in front of him and focused on the knife. When the green tree moved forward, Chen Leng noticed that his holding of the knife was a bit strange.

The black warrior's scimitar is shorter than the Daning standard horizontal knife. Under normal circumstances, when drawing the knife, the scabbard is on the lower hilt, while when Qingshu rushed forward, the scabbard is on the front hilt and the hilt is deliberately lowered. This way, the knife will not slow down, but the next move will slow down.

Although Qingshu is young, he already has enough combat experience. Xin Fengyue will not let a young man take charge of the Nanyuan camp for no reason, nor will he think that a young man is a cold opponent for no reason.

But Qingshu was even wrong in drawing the sword at this time. If you see someone running towards you, holding the scabbard in your left hand and holding the knife in your right hand, leaning forward with the knife in front of you, or even moving forward with your chest, your posture is a bit handsome, but you must not be a master.

So when the knife was pulled out, Chen Leng had already swept backwards. He had never practiced any light skills. He was not as light and quick as Cha Ye, but Chen Leng's explosive power was strong enough. He kicked his feet on the ground and the man had swept backwards. At the same time, the broken ice slag flew up and sprinkled towards the green tree.

Qingshu's knife was unsheathed, and the knife pulled the scabbard back and sprinkled forward, and the powder in the scabbard was instantly sprinkled out.

The powder was splashed out, and the coldness was already ten feet away.

Qingshu's second reaction was to retreat. He also had to stay away from the maze bones, sprinkle the powder, then slid it on the ground and retreat with both feet, and at the same time pull the scarf up to cover his mouth and nose.

He was really afraid that if he accidentally faced a master like Chen Leng, he would be doomed.

The powder was sprinkled between the two people and then slowly fell down. At that moment, neither of them could see each other.

Qingshu's eyes stared at the ball of powder, and then noticed that the floating powder suddenly moved, as if something was rushing from behind the powder. Qingshu saw that the direction of the powder had changed and immediately moved, and as a black shadow rushed over from the powder, he slashed out with a knife.

With a puff, the thing that broke through the powder was cut off by Qingshu, but the thing was soft and completely unbearable.

At that moment, the green tree was still excited. Chen Leng thought he could use powder as a shield and suddenly rushed over to attack him. Once Chen Leng was stained with powder, it would not take long to lose all over.

But that was not cold at all, but cold long gown.

A lot of powder was stained on the long gown, and the powder was shaken up with one knife. The green tree was startled and subconsciously flew back again.

But at this moment, Chen Leng appeared on his side. Chen Leng, who bypassed the powder, slid over the ice layer. The ice layer was very smooth. He held the ice man with both hands and half-squatted on the ice surface and saw the reaction of the green tree.

Qingshu cut his clothes with a knife, and the powder on the clothes was shaken up. Qingshu subconsciously pulled the scarf around his neck, although the scarf had blocked his nose and mouth tightly.

Chen Leng saw this reaction, so the corner of his mouth raised.

The black thread knife was unsheathed and poked it on the ground, sending Chen Leng out like a ski pole.

Qingshu saw the black shadow on the side coming, and there was almost no hesitation to slash Chen Leng again. Chen Leng slid on the ice surface. The black line knife changed the direction of force, changed its body from forward to flat, and the scimitar swept through his face, but his feet kicked Qingshu hard.

With a bang, Qingshu's lower abdomen was kicked, and at that moment he flew backwards.

However, the force of this kick was so strong that he did not hurt him. The Qingshu that landed on the ground quickly turned over and stood up, so that Chen Leng was a little strange, but it was just a moment of strangeness, because Chen Leng quickly discovered the problem.

If it is a cow, this kick should also cause problems to kick out the internal organs.

"Sure enough preparations."

Chen Leng looked down at his feet and sighed: "First, I sprinkled it with medicine powder from something I don't know. It should be a drug or something? Then I also hid a layer of iron plate in your clothes."

Chen Leng stood up straight, raised his feet and looked at the soles of the shoes again. The knife poked the ice surface and supported it, trying to expose the soles of the shoes to see clearly.

There is a dense layer of small holes on the sole, which looks neither big nor deep, but there should be no problem piercing the sole.

Chen Leng shook his head: "If my wife hadn't had any problems with her shoe soles, she might have been plotted against you."

Cold boots are at least one-third thicker than other people's boots. It's a coincidence that changing to a pair of boots is not the case.

Before making this pair of boots for Chen Leng, Cha thought that the pattern of her soles was too ugly. Could it be that she could not even look at it? She thought that embroidering such as mandarin ducks was too vulgar, and she also felt that there was nothing new, so she embroidered two words, the sole of the left foot was the character Fu and the sole of the right foot was the character Longevity. Although it was not very beautiful after embroidery, it was not very ugly.

But after giving it to Chen Leng, Chen Ran said that this thing was inauspicious, just like a birthday shoes with a shroud. At that time, Tea Master didn't react much, just kicked Chen Ran out.

But since Chen Ran said it was unlucky, the tea master said that he would not wear the cold clothes on the boots. It was not because he was calm and cold. He said that no matter what you made for me, no matter what it was, there was no unlucky, it would be a blessing for the husband.

He was reluctant to throw away what Cha Ye made for him, but Cha Ye thought that if the word was not good, he could not take it. So Chen Leng asked Cha Ye to make two more layers of soles to cover it. Chen Leng put on these pairs of boots and was even taller.

Mr. Cha also said, I made you a pair of shoes, why did you secretly increase your height?

It was these pair of height-enhancing shoes that blocked Chen Leng's injuries.

There was indeed a layer of iron plate with curves hidden inside the green tree's clothes, and there was a layer of nail-like things on the outside, and medicine was also applied to these nails.

In order to deal with the battle with Shen Leng, he thought of almost everything he could think of.

Chen Leng shook his head and sighed.

"You have a saying before. Life and death on the battlefield are normal. The prince is killed by you on the battlefield. He is either sneak attacked by you or assassinated by you. If he can't beat you, he can't beat you. I said that it's a grudge. You said that it's not a grudge. It's okay. If you don't fight with you, you will kill you anyway."

"But now you broke my shoes in the fuck. This is a grudge. You have to kill you twice now."

Those are shoes made by Cha Ye, and no matter how ugly they are, they are made by Cha Ye.

Qingshu looked down at the clothes outside his lower abdomen being pierced with many small holes, and some of the nail tips were exposed outside, but before he could get proud, he saw that Chen Leng was fine.

"What do you care about is a pair of shoes?"

Qingshu looked at Chen Leng incredibly: "A pair of shoes can help me with my life?! Those shoes are so fucking ugly!"

Chen Leng: "No, your life is not as good as my pair of shoes."

That was made by Cha Ye, so of course Qingshu's life cannot be defeated.

It's cold and active

I was sure that my feet were not pierced, and the bottom of a thousand layers was better, not to mention that his bottom of a thousand layers had two more layers, which in the words of Cha Ye, was the bottom of a thousand and two layers.

In fact, the thousand-layer bottom worn by northerners is at most five layers. Generally speaking, three layers are. Chen Leng said that five layers are about one thousand layers, and the remaining two layers should be about six hundred layers, so it is not one thousand and two layers. I should wear boots with more than one thousand and six hundred layers.

They were both so boring and fun.

Qingshu was irritated by Chen Leng's contempt, and he tightened his scimitar: "Since you think I can't even compare to your shoes, I'll let you see how wrong you are and how you can kill me."

Chen Leng gestured for a moment: "You see, the turtle protects you better than you? You are often made into turtle soup."

The green tree roared and rushed towards Chen Leng. The scimitar passed by in the air and left a trace, like a afterimage. The speed of this slash was fast enough and the force was strong enough.

Chen Leng held the black line knife in both hands and lifted it out from bottom to top. The scimitar and the black line knife collided in the air, and with a crisp sound of Mars, splashing everywhere.

Qingshu held the knife with one hand and sank from top to bottom, and the knife from bottom to top with both hands was shaking Qingshu's arms upwards. Chen Leng subconsciously wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to hit Qingshu's chest with his shoulders, but in an instant he realized that the guy armed himself like a hedgehog, so his shoulder, which had already been tilted, took back.

So the movement paused, but it was just this pause. Qingshu raised his left hand and the powder hidden in his cuffs spilled on Chen Leng's face.

At this time, the two of them were so close that they were scattered, and the scattered bones were already in front of Shen Leng's face. Chen Leng had indeed been more careful, but he didn't expect that a person could be so shameless.

Is there any medicine powder hidden in the scabbard, and still hidden in the sleeves?

Chen Leng immediately retreated and raised his left hand and waved it back and forth to dispel the medicine powder in front of him, but at that moment Chen Leng still felt a very awkward smell entering his nose.

While he was moving back, he swept away the Qingshu with a knife. After his feet fell to the ground, he exerted force back again. The two vertical sweeps had already stretched the distance to about two feet, but Qingshu did not pursue it rashly.

He just looked at Chen Leng with a cold face, and the expression on his face made people feel disgusted.

"If you don't need to sweep that knife, I won't chase you."

The green tree makes a sound under the scarf, so the sound seems a bit dull.

"You are hit by the Migus San, and you will feel weak in your limbs after a while. I know it's a bit disgraceful to win you like this, but it doesn't matter, I don't care... I won't chase you, I'll just stand here and watch you quietly."

"Why do you have to? You may be injured by your pursuit. And when you stand here, you dare not rush over again. You should know that as long as you enter the body, the more vigorous the activity the medicine becomes, the faster it will be."

He said as he stepped back, and Chen Leng and two wiggled to widen the distance to two feet, and after he said a few words, the family stretched the distance to about four feet.

“Um…”

Chen Leng looked at Qingshu's proud look and felt that it would be a pity if this person was killed casually, and he would have to be more cruel.

"So I have to do it as soon as possible?"

When Chen Leng finished speaking, the man had already killed him ten feet away, and a big step was more than 1.

"You want to be as soon as possible?"
Chapter completed!