In the mountain col, there were huge roars one after another, which were caused by Shui Congyue's fight with the middle-aged man. Shui Congyue abandoned the euphorbia today and fought with his opponents with only a pair of fists.
It was really a duel. Both of them used a fierce approach, trading injuries for injuries. Their punches were not fast, but they were calm and powerful.
He is as steady as a long-time blacksmith, and every punch he throws is like a hammer hitting hard iron. Clusters of bursting blood flowers were like sparks from blacksmithing, flying around and shining brightly in the early morning light.
The middle-aged man's punches were very heavy, and every punch seemed to be able to break through walls and rocks. The man's body was also very hard, as if it was covered in a thick layer of armor.
With every punch, Shui Congyue had to take a few steps back, but the opponent only shook his body. The strength of the two was clearly judged.
While Wu Gen was arguing with the thin man, Shui Congyue had already exchanged dozens of punches with the middle-aged man.
Wu Gen felt a little worried and couldn't help but turn his head and glance. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed across the corner of his eye, and he knew something was wrong, so he had to hold the knife in front of him in a hurry. When he turned around, the knife in his hand was gone.
The thin man had already appeared more than ten steps away, holding Wu Gen's broken knife in his hand. He looked at it for a long time, and then sneered: "Are foreigners so shabby? They carry a woodcutter like a treasure. .”
Wu Gen felt a shiver in his heart. He was so fast. Even if he used the magic technique, he might not be able to catch up with the opponent. Moreover, those iron claws were as if they were made of iron, and the fingers were not cut off by the broken knife. This is another weird ability.
Making a gesture, Wu Gen warned everyone to be careful. He activated his divine movement technique and just as he jumped out, his eyes flashed. An iron claw had already clamped his left arm, and the other was thrust hard into his chest. throat.
Fast, too fast, Wu Gen thought to himself. If he had encountered this person in front of Wubao yesterday, he might not be able to escape even if he ran away. It's too dangerous. As expected, strange people and miraculous things appear one after another in Dayizhou.
With a tilt of his head, he avoided the opponent's blow and grabbed the opponent's iron claw. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his hand, and his flesh and blood were blurred. The tips of the iron claws are extremely sharp, comparable to swords.
The body was rushed back quickly by the opponent, and it was pressed heavily against a stone wall. The iron claw holding Wu Gen's arm loosened and pointed at Wu Gen's face. Wu Gen shrank his head in fear. The opponent's iron claws grabbed the stone wall and dug a big hole directly.
Wu Gen became a little angry when he dared to make a fatal move. He ran away, turned his wrist, clamped the opponent's right arm under his left armpit, and hit his head heavily on the opponent's face.
The pain was so painful that Wu Gen burst into tears. This man's face was as hard as a stone, but it was not even injured at all by the blow.
"Haha, boy, grandpa has inscriptions all over his body. He is as hard as iron and can move as he pleases. What can you do to me?" The thin man sneered again and again. He just wanted to take his hand out, but was tightly clamped by Wu Gen.
"Get him." Wu Gen shouted.
A bright light flashed and penetrated one of the man's arms. The bridge attendant held the snake sculpture and nodded with satisfaction.
A big ax flew up and hit the man's leg hard. The ax blade cuts through the tough skin and cuts deep into the flesh. Baoxiang struggled to pull it out and then smashed it down hard.
A sword passed by and pierced the man's other arm, making a harsh friction sound. The Xuanjian Sword was indeed sharp. When Qihe stirred it up, a big hole suddenly appeared in the man's arm.
The man looked at Wu Gen in astonishment and slumped down along Wu Gen's body. In the blink of an eye, he suffered many injuries on his body and lost the ability to fight again. "You guys, you attacked in groups, so shameless." The man gritted his teeth, his face unwilling.
Wu Gen wiped the blood on his hands and looked at the man struggling on the ground as if he were a fool. "You are like two pigs. One pig cannot describe your stupidity. In a life-and-death fight, is it possible that there will be another one?" It’s a battle between the two. It seems that staying in this inhospitable place has damaged your brain. Qihe, bring the sword over."
Qi He handed the sword in his hand to Wu Gen, who stepped on the thin man's arm and drove the tip of the sword into the back of the other man's hand. "Even a dog-like thing dares to hurt me."
Baoxiang came over sadly, sneered and slapped the man on the face, "You have a pretty thick face, come on, come on, I can just sharpen my axe."
While riding on the opponent's body, he actually sharpened the ax blade with his face.
After briefly treating the injury on his hand, Wu Gen took out the snake eagle and walked towards Shui Congyue and the two who were still fighting.
Shui Congyue was miserable at this time, with huge fist marks on his body one after another, blood seeping out of his clothes and dripping to the ground like sweat. Seeing Wu Gen coming, Shui Congyue shouted, "Wu Gen, don't interfere."
Wu Gen was stunned. This water is good anywhere, but it is stubborn and does not know how to adapt at all. With so many people playing, they can beat their opponents to death, so why bother making yourself so panicked? But it was difficult to refute his face, so he had no choice but to walk towards the col's entrance to prevent the other party from escaping.
At the entrance of the mountain col, all three black wolves had been killed by Feng'er. Their fur was mottled, and the smell of roasted meat could be heard far away.
Seeing his brother being captured, the middle-aged man was actually a little panicked. These people have weird methods and sinister actions, and they want to escape, but the madman opposite them is pestering them desperately. This is the first time they have encountered such a crazy opponent.
Although my own cultivation level is higher than that of the other party, I can't defeat it in two or three strikes. What's even more strange is that although the other party has suffered so many injuries, his momentum has not decreased but has increased, and his strength is getting stronger and majestic. The blood almost comes out of the body.
As a martial artist, how could he not know that the other party was using his own strength to hone himself, and depending on his situation, if he continued to fight, he might break through. At that time, with several people joining forces, he would not be able to escape.
The middle-aged man glanced at the direction of the mountain col from the corner of his eyes, punched out, and knocked Shui Congyue back a few steps, but he rushed towards the hillside.
The man's figure is very fast, but no matter how fast he is, can he be faster than light? After a flash of light, the feather headdress on the man's head collapsed in the air, turning into pieces of fire and falling to the ground.
It fell to the ground again. Looking at the young man at the entrance of the mountain who was playing with a magic weapon that could emit light, with a mean look on his face, the man couldn't help but feel itchy with hatred. This kid is the kind of wily one. Looking at his posture, as long as he dares to escape, the light will shine on him. Just now, he could clearly see the miserable state of his brother. This inconspicuous magical weapon was very powerful. Although it could not kill him with one blow, it was enough to injure him.
The water on the side had already attacked again from Yue, and the man had no choice but to fight again. While resisting the opponent's crazy attacks, you also have to pay attention to the movements of others. At this time, the man really regretted that he shouldn't be so entrusted with only the two brothers here.
The middle-aged man's offensive gradually slowed down because he needed to be distracted from dealing with several other people. However, Shui Congyue became more and more courageous as he fought, and gradually became even with the opponent. At this time, Baoxiang, Qiaoban and others also gathered around and stood in different directions, blocking the man's escape route.
What to do? Beads of sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the guy at the entrance of the mountain had abandoned the magic weapon in his hand and instead took off a big bow. The young man smiled at himself, his bow was like a full moon, and a red and white arrow appeared on the bow, aiming at himself.
For a moment, the man felt a warning sign in his heart. This arrow was even more powerful than the magic weapon just now. It could definitely seriously injure himself or even kill him. The middle-aged man finally panicked, and moved faster and faster, trying to move behind Shui Congyue to avoid the arrow attack.
As a result, there will inevitably be more flaws. Shui Congyue saw the opportunity, his fist intention rose sharply, the blood all over his body was steaming like boiling water, and a red halo shimmered around his body. The strange red light, flying long hair, and fierce murderous aura make the whole person look like a god or demon.
With a thud, Shui Congyue's fist hit the man's ribs hard. Although the middle-aged man's body is as strong as iron, it cannot be made uniform throughout the body, and the protection of some parts is still weak.
There was a crack, the sound of broken bones, the middle-aged man was beaten straight into the earth, and a big pit appeared on the ground. Shui Congyue stood at the edge of the pit, but did not pursue him. He scanned the movement in the pit coldly.
Suddenly, a figure shot out from the ground. The middle-aged man jumped to a place a dozen steps away, knelt on one knee, and covered his ribs with his left hand, his face a little distorted.
"Fight again." Shui Congyue shouted loudly.
The middle-aged man's face turned pale with anger, and he pointed at Wu Gen, who was leaning on a rock in boredom in the distance, "Such a despicable villain, secretly throwing arrows behind his back, how unprincipled can he be?"
Is it a righteous way of playing? "
Wu Gen spread his hands and saw that the arrows on the Zhentian Bow had long since disappeared. He said with an innocent face: "Hey, hey, hey, when did I shoot a secret arrow? If you can't hit others, you will find excuses for yourself. Aren't you embarrassed?"
The man snorted coldly, stood up and rushed towards Shuicongyue. After running a few steps, he suddenly turned and ran straight towards Feng'er who was standing beside him. His choice cannot be wrong. There is only one woman in this group, and normally she is also the weakest link. Unexpectedly, among these people, Feng'er was the one with the highest level, and the one who wanted to be a soft persimmon encountered a hard problem.
As soon as he ran in front of Feng'er, a fireball as big as a millstone came towards him and hit the man, knocking him back violently. The flames were so hot that no part of his clothes was intact, and even his hard brass-colored skin was burnt black in several places.
Baoxiang whistled and teased loudly, "Turns out he is a hypocrite and a prude. If he can't beat a man, he beats a woman. How shameless are you? Qihe, you can bear this, so kill him."
Qi He clapped his palms with his broadsword, looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and approached step by step.
In panic, the middle-aged man ran away again, but at this time Shui Congyue had already chased him and punched the man back into the field.
Once this person loses his morale, it will be difficult for him to display his best cultivation skills. The middle-aged man was in disarray, unable to exert even 50% of his strength. He was quickly suppressed by Shui Congyue. After receiving several heavy punches, the man could no longer hold on. He fell to the ground and gasped for air. He had lost his strength. Combat strength.
Wu Gen wandered to the man and was about to speak, but was glared at by Shui Congyue. He walked a few steps to the side of the slope, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing. Wu Gen knew that Shui Congyue blamed himself for those tricks, and complained in his heart, what kind of fair fight is it? Wouldn't it be great to win now?
The sky is already bright, the sun is shining down from the hillside, and the freshness of the vegetation is refreshing. With joy on their faces, Baoxiang and others tied the two men tightly and threw them to the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you two, as the old saying goes, suffering is a blessing. Yesterday, the juniors suffered a little and endured it, but they came so far at night to seek bad luck. Is it worth it?" Wu Gen squatted in front of the two of them, The back of the knife gently patted their faces.
The thin man said bitterly: "Outlanders, don't be arrogant. If it weren't for those dirty tricks, we would have lost. It's not like we don't know your strength. Otherwise, I wouldn't have locked you up in the dungeon of my stronghold. An alien."
"Hey, talk back." Wu Gen sat down on the thin man, "Baoxiang, I'm just worried. Do you think it's better to give them noodles or dumplings?"
Baoxiang's eyes lit up, "What's the point of this?"
Wu Gen rubbed his chin, "For noodles, I just chopped these two people up. For dumplings, I just found a hole and buried them."
Baoxiang patted his thigh and said, "Hey, what's there to worry about? Just cut a dumpling with a knife and it's all done."
