"Here he comes, here he comes, Hei Qiang is finally here!"
Upstairs, after the gas tank exploded, Shen Tian hadn't heard any gunshots from downstairs for a long time. However, in front of the villa's swimming pool, the gunshots were gradually becoming sparse. Shen Xiao's men must have been almost killed. Maybe Hei Qiang would be here in five or ten minutes.
"Don't worry, young master, you are safe!"
The old butler also breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
Although Shen Tian no longer has any gunmen around him, he still has Qing Meizhu and him, two masters. Even if the middleman downstairs fails, with these two masters around, let alone killing the enemy directly, is it possible that the two of them can't even resist for ten or eight minutes?
Shen Tian and the old housekeeper both relaxed, only Qing Meizhu frowned slightly, because he noticed that the fight downstairs seemed to have stopped.
Just then, a figure slowly walked up the stairs.
"Has Shen Jie been killed?"
Shen Tian couldn't wait to look over, and saw a figure in the darkness holding a round object in his hand, slowly walking up.
Boom!
Then, the round object was thrown over and rolled to Shen Tian’s feet.
The old steward's face changed drastically and he suddenly stood in front of Shen Tian.
Shen Tian widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief. The head was the head of the middleman. The middleman's eyes were wide open, and even at this moment, there was still fear and confusion on his face.
The middleman is dead.
"Is it you?"
Only then did Shen Tian see clearly that the person who threw the head over was Chen Xiaobao.
Chen Xiaobao killed the middleman and came up to kill him.
"Boy, you have some skills!"
Qing Meizhu threw away the game console in his hand, and his expression became serious for the first time. He looked up at Chen Xiaobao, as if he did not expect that Chen Xiaobao had such a skill.
Shen Tian's face turned pale, he really didn't expect that Chen Xiaobao's strength was so terrifying. If he had known earlier, he should have listened to Qian Shaoqiang before taking action, first gathered the masters, let the old man, the middleman and Qing Meizhu go, and kill Chen Xiaobao first.
"There's no need to say such nonsense now. You will all die within three minutes!" Chen Xiaobao said calmly. This was the first time he showed murderous intent.
"Just you?"
Qing Meizhu narrowed his eyes and slowly untied the rope on his body. Behind him, he was carrying a sword. Qing Meizhu's strongest skill was swordsmanship.
Although Chen Xiaobao killed the Old Immortal and the middleman, Qing Meizhu still didn't think that Chen Xiaobao could be his opponent. After all, among the three of them, even if the Old Immortal and the middleman joined forces, they were no match for him.
Qing Meizhu has absolute confidence in his swordsmanship.
"I have met many masters, but there are few who are younger and stronger than me, and you will be no exception!"
Qing Meizhu had a blank expression on his face as he slowly drew out the sword from behind him. Under the moonlight, the sword was like a streak of green rainbow, emitting a fierce murderous intent.
"Young Master, retreat!"
The old steward protected Shen Tian and slowly retreated.
"You come on too, the two of you team up and kill that guy together!"
Shen Tian said through gritted teeth.
"Young Master, I have to protect you. I am your last line of defense. Hei Qiang will bring his men to kill you in three minutes. As long as he can delay for a while, you will be the final winner tonight. Killing him now is not the most important thing. We have to protect you, this is the most important thing!"
The old steward said in a deep voice.
The old steward is also a master, but for most warriors, the older they get, the stronger they are not necessarily. The older they get, the weaker their body becomes. This is the law of nature. There is almost no master who can guarantee that they will become stronger as they get older. Even the top figures can only prolong their peak period.
Even the legendary Zhang Sanfeng, a hundred-year-old Zhang Sanfeng could hardly be stronger than a seventy-year-old Zhang Sanfeng. Otherwise, Master Miejue would not have dared to lead the six major sects to Wudang to force Zhang Cuishan to death.
If Zhang Sanfeng were twenty years old, who would dare to force him?
For ordinary masters, their bodies begin to gradually decline after the age of 40, and their peak combat power is basically between the ages of 40 and 50.
Top masters can prolong their peak period, and perhaps even when they are in their fifties or sixties, they can still ensure that their strength is at its peak.
But even for the top figures, it is difficult to guarantee that they can still be in peak condition when they are in their seventies or eighties, even if they are masters of internal martial arts.
A warrior usually reaches his peak in realm, experience, strength and combat power around the age of forty. Those who can continue to make great progress after the age of forty are all top figures. But even such figures will begin to decline in combat power when they reach the age of sixty.
This is also the reason why many top warriors begin to gradually retire after they reach the age of sixty. Even after the age of sixty, their realm can still be improved, and they can still hold their own in a fight, or even become stronger. However, a life-and-death fight is completely different.
The same goes for the old steward, he is already over sixty, but he still has the airs, and in martial arts competitions, he is still a good fighter trusted by Shen Tian, but in a life-and-death fight, a little delay means the difference between life and death.
If you are slow, you will die.
He doesn't want to die.
"kill!"
Qing Meizhu let out a low shout, shook the sword, and suddenly rushed towards Chen Xiaobao. The sharp sword light enveloped Chen Xiaobao in an instant, and flashes of sword light as fast as lightning covered the major acupoints all over Chen Xiaobao's body.
"Twelve-Way Wind-Breaking Sword? Interesting!"
Chen Xiaobao narrowed his eyes and stepped back suddenly to avoid the extremely sharp sword.
The Twelve-Way Wind-Breaking Sword Technique was considered an upper-third-rate, close to second-rate martial art in the martial arts world of those days. This sword technique specifically targets major acupoints throughout the body.
Once a major acupoint on the body is pierced by a sword, it will have a great impact and interference on the warrior, and he will be killed.
No wonder Qing Meizhu is the best master among the three. In Jiangcheng, Chen Xiaobao has never seen such a sharp swordsmanship. The Twelve-Way Wind-Breaking Sword Technique is not as good as that of the He family's Thunder Fist.
The He family's Thunder Fist can only be considered a third-rate martial art, and is inferior to the Twelve-Way Wind-Breaking Sword Technique.
"You actually recognize my swordsmanship?"
Qing Meizhu was shocked. He didn't expect that Chen Xiaobao could recognize his swordsmanship. This kid might have some background. In Jiangcheng, there were only a handful of people who could recognize his swordsmanship.
But no matter what this kid's background is, he will definitely die today.
"Young Master, this kid is dead. The Twelve-Way Wind-Breaking Sword Technique is a very powerful martial art. Our Jiangcheng martial arts level is not high, and this sword technique is probably enough to run rampant. This kid is definitely no match for Qingmeizhu!"
The old steward's eyes lit up and he spoke immediately.
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