"It's a pity that you're old, and I'm afraid that the Qinglong Knife won't move!" Wen Ping snorted coldly, feeling that Guan Yu's strength was not as good as before, and he exerted force with his arm, wanting to shake back the machete on the barrel of the gun, and then change the defense to attack.

"Without the Qinglong Knife, I will still kill you!" Guan Yu shouted, his quick kill tricks hadn't been used up yet, how could he let Wen Ping turn passive into active.

Guan Yu's wrist turned, and the edge of the knife was facing the machete of the gun, and then the edge of the knife was against the gun, and it was slashed towards Wen Ping's right hand that was holding the gun.

The quick killing knife method, its offensive is like a storm, if the first move slashes the enemy, if it resists, it will be followed by the second attack.

At the moment, Wen Ping held the gun with both hands, and Guan Yu made the machete stick to the gun and cut it all the way, if Wen Ping couldn't react, the finger holding the spear must have been cut off by the sharp machete.

The edge of the knife was attached to the barrel of the gun, and there were bursts of sparks on the barrel of the gun, Wen Ping's face changed greatly, but it was too late to fight back, so he hurriedly sent the barrel of the gun away and changed his grip to support.

The machete was cut all the way, and because Wen Ping reacted in time, this move did not hurt Wen Ping.

Guan Yu's two consecutive attacks failed, and if he wanted to launch a new move, he still needed to make adjustments, Wen Ping saw this, and hurriedly urged the horse to go, keeping a certain distance from Guan Yu, this time he wanted to attack first.

Seeing that this move failed again, Guan Yu couldn't help but secretly hate at this moment, if the machete in his hand was the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, he could also take the opportunity to launch a third attack.

Those who are familiar with the structure of the Qinglong knife know that the back of the Qinglong knife has an open oblique opening, and there is an empty acute triangle on the back of the knife. If the previous clerk changed the grip of the gun to the support gun, Guan Yu could quickly press the back of the knife against the barrel of the gun, use the sharp angle on the back of the knife, or jam the barrel of the gun to pick it away, or jam the barrel of the gun and stab it down.

After that, even if Wen Ping dodged these killing moves, there were several changes, all of which needed to rely on the unique shape of the Qinglong Glaive Knife to be displayed. Back then, Guan Yu created the Qinglong Glaive Knife, which was designed like that in order to facilitate the use of the Quick Kill Knife Technique.

The weapons of a very military general are all designed to facilitate the use of their own killing moves.

It's a pity that the machete in Guan Yu's hand is just a very ordinary machete, and there is no opening on the back of the knife.

"Drive!" On the other side, Wen Ping rushed out a few steps, quickly turned the horse's head, and rushed towards Guan Yu with a spear in his hand.

After these two moves of attack and defense, Wen Ping knew that Guan Yu's strength was still not to be underestimated, if his strength had regressed, but his knife skills were more fierce and fierce, if he fought hard with Guan Yu, he was afraid that he would suffer a big loss.

But Guan Yu is over seventy years old after all, and although the outbreak in a short period of time is powerful, after a long time, his physical strength will definitely not be able to keep up. Although Wen Ping is not young, after all, he is one or twenty years younger than Guan Yu, and his physical strength is somewhat longer than Guan Yu. Therefore, Wen Ping wanted to fight with Guan Yu, consume Guan Yu's physical strength, and wait for Guan Yu's physical strength to run out, before taking Guan Yu.

Seeing Wen Ping killing, Guan Yu snorted coldly and urged the horse to meet him, but Guan Yu's sharpness had been lost, but what he used was no longer a quick killing technique.

The two of them fought for more than 30 rounds, and as expected, Guan Yu was old after all, and his physical strength was not as good as before, and after 30 rounds, the knife technique worked, not as fierce and fierce as at the beginning, but a little sluggish. And as the battle continued, Guan Yu's physical strength consumption would only get faster and faster.

"It can't be like this!" Guan Yu only felt that his heart was beating constantly at the moment, and his lungs were like a fire, which was a sign that his qi could not be lifted.

For those who practice martial arts, strength is the two most critical things, and strength is naturally needless to say, it is strength.

Qi is actually lung capacity, such as running, swimming, diving and many other sports are related to lung capacity, the larger the lung capacity, the longer the time to do exercise, and people with small lung capacity, sometimes run a few steps and are out of breath.

When people get old, their lung capacity will also become smaller, and this Guan Yu and Wen Ping have only fought for thirty rounds, and this qi will not be able to be raised. If you continue to fight, it will affect the supply to the heart until hypoxic shock or even exhaustion.

Guan Yu knew that he couldn't hold on for long, and the machete in his hand felt extremely heavy at the moment, and it was difficult to swing it, so after thinking about it, Guan Yu threw the machete in his hand to the ground and pulled out a short-handled knife from his waist.

This knife is no more than three feet seven feet long, and no more than three fingers wide, if it weren't for the slight bend of the back of the knife, those who don't know would have thought it was a sword.

However, this knife is not ordinary, but there was a meteorite in Chengdu that year, Liu Chan ordered the craftsman Pu Yuan to mine meteorites and cast them with iron, although the sharpness is not as good as the Yitian Sword, but it is above the Qinglong Yanyue Knife.

Guan Yu abandoned the machete and used the Meteor Knife, but he wanted to use the sharpness of the Meteor Knife to deal with Wen Ping.

Wen Ping didn't know the power of the Meteor Knife, and when he saw that Guan Yu actually abandoned the machete and used a short-handled saber, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Guan Yu, how is it?" The machete can't move, eat me a shot! ”

Wen Ping shouted, and went straight to Guan Yu with a spear in his hand.

As the saying goes, an inch is long, an inch is strong, and an inch short is an inch of risk. In the perception of the martial arts world, it is obvious that the long spear is used to fight with short weapons, and the long weapons must have an advantage.

Although Guan Yu's Falling Star Knife is sharp, Wen hires a spear, and if he wants to defeat Wen Ping, he must have a chance to get close to Wen Ping.

Wen Ping stabbed with a spear, Guan Yu sat on the horse, did not move, concentrated on one point, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

"Drink!" The spear attacked, Guan Yu stretched out his right hand violently, and grabbed the shaft of the spear, but Wen Ping's spear was fierce and fierce, and Guan Yu made the machete, and his arm was already sore, although he grabbed the barrel of the spear, he couldn't stop the spear from advancing.

When his life was at stake, Guan Yu had no choice but to grab the barrel of the gun and send it to his left arm, this shot was originally stabbing him in the chest, he couldn't stop the gun, he could only change the trajectory of the gun, stabbed to the chest, even if he didn't die, he had to be seriously injured, stabbed to his left shoulder, only a slight injury, and his left arm couldn't move for a short time.

The tip of the gun pierced Guan Yu's left shoulder, blood oozed from Guan Yu's shoulder socket, and the wound was not shallow, but fortunately, at this moment, the gun had stopped, and Wen Ping couldn't continue to move forward.

Wen Ping couldn't continue to stab in, he wanted to recapture the spear and continue to attack, but Guan Yu would not give him this opportunity, his left hand clamped the barrel of the gun, and during the scramble, the tip of the spear rubbed and stirred in the flesh and blood of Guan Yu's shoulder socket, and Guan Yu's face was distorted in pain.

"Die for me!" Guan Yu shouted, the Meteorite Knife in his right hand finally moved, and slashed towards the spear in Wen Ping's hand, only to hear a click, the carefully crafted spear that took two years to make was cut off by the Meteorite Knife like cutting tofu.