"Big brother, don't be like this."
The middle-aged man's hand moved downwards from the young woman's waist. Just as he was about to touch a certain sensitive spot, he was pushed away by a small hand. The young woman knew how to control herself. She made the other party unable to stop himself, but also didn't let him really get what he wanted.
"Shameless!"
The girl scolded quietly. Her voice was so soft that only the young warrior beside her could hear it. He looked over and saw the young woman rejecting the middle-aged man.
"Big brother, can you teach him a lesson?"
Another girl leaned over and whispered this request into the young warrior's ear. This made his already restless heart even more unable to suppress it. At this time, the middle-aged man's hand forcefully pressed on the young woman's butt and even kneaded it a few times. She jumped up in shock.
"Old thing, don't be so shameless. Keep your hand to yourself."
The young warrior really couldn't stand it anymore. Because the other party's Cultivation was higher than his and he had a Scarlet Flame Tiger, he didn't want to fall out with him. But now that the little beauty was asking for help, he had to step in. If he took this opportunity to get rid of this old thing, he would be the only man left in the team.
"Little bastard, who are you talking about?"
The middle-aged man also stood up and sniffed the lingering fragrance on his hand. He didn't put the young warrior in his eyes at all.
Hehe, they were going to fight. Du Feng, who was hiding in the sand, saw this scene and knew that the two of them would definitely fight to the death. Those three women really knew how to stir up trouble. They must have done it on purpose. Letting the two men fight among themselves would make it much easier for them to deal with the remaining one.
According to Du Feng's observation, although the young warrior's Cultivation was a level lower and he didn't look as impressive as the middle-aged man, his strength shouldn't be weak. To judge a warrior's overall strength, one couldn't just look at his Cultivation or his physique.
Although the young warrior had a sword on his waist, his right index and middle finger were a little special. If Du Feng wasn't wrong, he should have practiced some kind of advanced finger technique. He walked with light steps, and every movement and turn was very standard. He should have gone through formal training.
The middle-aged man, on the other hand, was full of pride and arrogance. There was a layer of calluses on his palms, probably due to using a saber all year round. His physique was also very strong. However, for the sake of convenience, he kept it in his storage ring. Moreover, when he walked, he was a little eccentric. Although his legs were very strong, the way he exerted force was not very formal. It was the kind of martial arts that relied on willpower and self-training. He would definitely have a few battle skills, but they wouldn't be too advanced.
Before entering the Seven Basaltic Mansions, Du Feng also thought that the combat skills he had learned were very powerful. It was only after he read the Jade Slips of Combat Skills in the Martial Scripture Pavilion that he realized what a real high-level combat skill was. If he guessed correctly, the young male martial artist was also a student of the Seven Basaltic Mansions. The combat skills he practiced were the Murderous Finger or the Murderous Blood Finger. Both of these combat skills were quite powerful. Of course, the more expensive Murderous Blood Finger was more powerful.
"I'm talking about you. You're already so old, yet you're still so shameless."
The young male Martial Artist did not draw his sword. It seemed that he only wanted to quarrel with the other party.
"You're courting death!"
The middle-aged man was unhappy when he heard that. He took out his thick-backed broadsword and walked toward the young man while swinging his arms. That confident look of hers was quite intimidating. Seeing that the young male Martial Artist did not draw his sword, the girl next to him was a little anxious. She thought that if they fought empty-handed, she would definitely be at a disadvantage.
"Woo …"
The middle-aged man's strength was not small. His broadsword swung over with great vigor. In contrast, the young male Martial Artist was like a stalk of wormwood in a frenzy. It seemed that he could not even take one move. However, the young male Martial Artist was like a stalk of wormwood in a frenzy. It seemed that he could not even take one move.
After dodging it, he was a little surprised. This was because the middle-aged man looked very fierce and his Cultivation was also a level higher than his. He did not expect his broadsword skills to be so sloppy and ordinary.
"Where are you going?"
The middle-aged man did not give up. He waved the broadsword on his back and attacked again and again, while the young male Martial Artist used his body technique to dodge. Even Du Feng was a little confused. Since his body technique was better than the other party's, and his finger technique was also very powerful, why did he not fight back?
After fighting for a while, Du Feng finally understood. Although the young male Martial Artist's body technique and finger technique were good, they did not match. When using body technique, he could not use finger technique to attack at the same time. Therefore, he had to find a suitable opportunity and position to give the opponent a fatal blow.
"Take this!"
Originally, this was not a big deal. He only needed to wait for the middle-aged man's physical strength to decline and his footwork to become chaotic. Then, he would naturally have the opportunity to attack. However, he did not expect that the middle-aged man's fighting method was very ruffian. He suddenly kicked some sand with his feet and slapped it at the young male Martial Artist's face.
The young man originally cared about his face and did not want his face to be injured. In addition, he usually practiced his combat skills in the Martial House and had not experienced the cruel actual combat in the wild. For a moment, he was a little flustered and quickly raised his arm to block the sand that came over. He did not expect that the middle-aged man would take advantage of this and cut his left shoulder with a broadsword.
"Ah!"
The young male Martial Artist screamed in pain. At the same time, two fingers of his right hand shot out a black light and directly hit the middle of the middle-aged man's forehead. As expected, it was the Yin Evil Finger from the Martial Arts Pavilion of the Seven Basaltic Mansions. It was weaker than the Evil Blood Finger, but stronger than the Dry Vine Palm.
It was estimated that this person had donated a lot of money to the Martial Arts Pavilion in exchange for points, so he learned this advanced finger technique. However, his actual combat ability was very weak and was not as good as Mu Nianzhi, who used the Dry Vine Palm. However, no matter what, the Yin Evil Finger was still able to kill with one blow and instantly defeated the middle-aged man.
"Brother, how are you?"
Seeing that the young male Martial Artist had won, a girl quickly ran over to help him bandage his wound. One had to know that this was the Red Desert, and wounds were very difficult to heal. Blood would constantly drip down and be sucked away by the dry sand.
Du Feng also thought that this young Martial Artist was dead for sure. However, he did not expect that he would take out a medicine bottle, take out a healing pill, crush it, and apply it on the wound on his left shoulder. After the medicine was applied, the wound actually stopped bleeding.
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