In the rain, the mountain forest exuded the stench of rotten branches and leaves accumulated over a long period of time. Just as a few wet wild birds were about to land on the branches, they flew away in a flutter.
Song Dongxi's burst tiger's mouth was still bleeding, and the right hand holding the gun began to tremble, and then his whole body began to tremble slightly.
The coldness in his eyes turned into confusion. At first, he was still very confident. Even though he knew that Xin Zhuo's sword skills and boxing skills had reached the realm of transformation, the gap between the realms was still there, and the gap between the realm of subtleness and transformation was not too big.
In just a moment, Xin Zhuo's sword skills and mellow mental skills slightly made up for the gap in realm, but he was still a hair short of himself.
I had the ability to defeat him!
However, the bad thing is this sword technique. It is too weird and does not look like it should exist in the human world. It does not follow a normal operating route and is completely incomprehensible.
He practiced with his master and saw the exquisite Wudang swordsmanship, the mysterious and unpredictable Shaolin stunts, and even the flowing water skills of a disciple from the outer sect of the Red Flower Sect, but he had never heard of such a thing. A hell of a sword technique.
Homemade?
The thought startled him.
Creating unique martial arts skills is something that only those at the master level can do it reluctantly. After all, those mysterious and unfamiliar meridians can be paralyzed for life at worst, or killed immediately at worst. Who dares to try it if he is not an old monster with extraordinary talents?
Taking a deep breath, he stepped on the dead leaves under his feet without any warning. In the blink of an eye, he turned his body sideways and went straight to stab Xin Zhuo.
Only this time, instead of stabbing straight from the top, the spear was swept across the lower body.
The shadow of the gun was like a sharp harvesting weapon, and the wind of the gun rolled up a "long dragon" of dead leaves, which instantly reached Xin Zhuo's feet with majestic momentum.
"Leaping like a spear and crossing like a horse!"
However, they saw that Xin Zhuo was just holding the broken knife and slashing straight down.
"when!"
The sharp and violent collision splashed up dead leaves and debris in a radius of five meters.
Xin Zhuo finally staggered back due to instability in his lower body.
Song Dongxi's heart moved, and he was about to turn over and stab him again, killing Xin Zhuo.
Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo jumped up, rushed to his side like a flash, and slapped him.
This palm is extremely weird, flickering and unreal. Regardless of shape or meaning, it is really puzzling.
Can’t even tell what entry it is, Mahayana? Subtle? Transformation?
There is no famous palm technique, and there is no distinction between strong and weak at entry.
Then Xin Zhuo's true energy left his body, and his palm shadow broke through the rain curtain, drawing a mysterious arc, like...
A lunatic or an alcoholic walking?
This has nothing to do with realm!
The shadow of the palm was infinitely enlarged in Song Dongxi's shrinking pupils. He had no idea how to dodge, and had no chance to swing his gun.
Xin Zhuo's words on the top of the mountain the night before, "Master Song can chop off my dog's head" echoed in my mind inexplicably. How ridiculous is this? This dog thief is plotting against himself?
He almost blurted out: "Xin Zhuo, do you dare to kill me? My master and family..."
late!
The palm shadow was heavily imprinted on his chest.
"Gaba!"
After the crisp fracture, the spear came out of his hand, and his whole body was like a rag, wiping the wet dead branches and leaves on the ground and flying into the distance.
The dead leaves in the mountains and forests along the way looked like they had been plowed by a plow, leaving a horizontal furrow.
"boom!"
He hit a big tree hard, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper, and his brain was roaring.
Xin Zhuo stood there, staring blankly at his palms.
This palm is really so damn violent?
He walked towards Song Dongxi hesitantly, only to see that he looked stupid, as if he had suffered a severe concussion.
Xin Zhuo tried to open his eyelids to see if he was dead. If he died, the sacrificial spirit would be gone.
Song Dongxi's eyes suddenly rolled, and he opened his lips with difficulty: "I lost, not because of circumstances or merit!"
"That's right!"
Xin Zhuo nodded. Song Dongxi's marksmanship is indeed powerful, and his mental state is also very strong. If Murong Xiu encounters him, he may lose miserably. If he is careless, he may also be injured.
But just like everyone who met him before, he couldn't understand his martial arts.
In fact, how could Xin Zhuo understand what his conscience-killing technique was?
"Can you tell me..."
The blood at the corner of Song Dongxi's mouth had turned dark brown, and he was obviously seriously injured internally. However, his pride and perseverance as a pure warrior forced him to ask: "What palm technique did you just use? I can't understand!"
"..."
coming!
Xin Zhuo wanted to make up a name, but out of respect for the other party, he still said calmly: "It's called Dog Strike Bar's Neurotic Overlord's Palm!"
"You're full of filthy words, you... are going too far!" Song Dongxi was so angry that he rolled his eyes and fainted.
This damn feeling of disapproval, I kid you not!
Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time, sighed, grabbed the gun, and dragged Song Dongxi back.
…
"You are too weak, your kidneys are not good, right?"
Murong Xiu laughed loudly. Although his swordsmanship and realm were weak, and his kidneys were also weak, it was not a problem to bully four eighth-level warriors. At this time, he had injured two people and was facing the other two.
"Murong Xiu, you are just trying to gain fame, you are not as good as a pig or a dog."
The round-faced woman in black and another person retorted.
But when Xin Zhuo came from a distance and dropped the unconscious Song Dongxi, the fighting stopped instantly.
"Surrender and accept prisoners, or do you want to be like your master?"
"Son..."
"We accept prisoners."
The four Song family warriors were shocked by their son's defeat, and immediately became bachelors.
…
Fufeng Mansion is located in the southeasternmost part of the empire, adjacent to Bazhou to the west and Qianli Xiongfeng Mountain to the east. On the other side of the mountain is most of Zhuyang in the Dongyi Kingdom, a tribal empire with rampant witchcraft and strong folk customs.
Although it is a border state, the transportation is developed and connects the north and south fortresses. Not only Nanshang and Beijia, but also traveling merchants from Dongyi Kingdom who sell furs, bones, and jade will also stay here, as well as permanent military households.
Therefore, Fucheng is very large in area and very prosperous, with a population of more than 600,000. The seven lanes, east, west, south, north and twenty-first streets are as prosperous as Goulan and Flower Houses on both sides of the Canglan River, as well as the gluttonous Wangjiang Restaurant and food stalls. , a gathering of frontier literati;
There are also Chunfu Street's dazzling array of famous clothing stores, luxury wine and pawnshops, and wishful gambling houses; there are also Beicheng's slums, where beggars are everywhere on Jinghuang Street, and the fierce gangs and thieves in the market.
But this afternoon, everyone's attention was focused on the West City Gate, which was dotted with umbrellas and crowded with people, because the respected daughter of the prefect's family was robbed by bandits for several days and was finally rescued!
"The delicate Miss Su was kidnapped and taken to the bandits' stronghold. She suffered so much torture."
"I heard that the Xin Zhuo thief king is nine feet tall, has a huge back, a big mouth, and a head of hair like a Dongyi dog slave. How can Miss Su bear it?"
"Stop talking, my heart is bleeding, I can't wait to kill that thief with my own hands!"
"Can you beat me? I heard that all the card players and catchers have been defeated. I wonder where Thief Xin Gou got his killing star!"
"Ha, just think I'm joking!"
Some students from the government in the crowd could not help but whisper.
Someone on the other side said: "I heard that the Murong, Yuan, Song, and Chen families have gone to the experts to arrest the Xin Zhuo dog thief. The odds of Ruyifang are still rising."
Another person said: "Golden Hook Gambling House is also the banker, and the odds are even greater than Yifang Gambling House!"
"Which of the four has the highest odds?" A gambler's eyes turned red.
"Currently, it's the Song family. Ruyi Shop pays out nine, and Golden Gou Gambling Shop pays out thirteen!"
"I've done it! I'll sell the house and bet the Song family a hundred taels on the chance that a poor man can become a rich man!"
…
The sound of people and the sound of rain outside could be heard. Su Miao Jinshu was sitting upright in the carriage, her slender white hands were pinched together, her long eyelashes were shaking a few times, and her mood was very complicated.
After Xin Zhuo was put down on the mountain, someone immediately escorted her back, but she also heard about the four families chasing Xin Zhuo.
It was difficult for her to explain how she felt at this moment. Logically speaking, the little thief who captured her would die when she died, but...
Every moment I met that little thief has been echoing in my mind for the past few days. Those nights together, the hug in my arms, and the helpless words of the other person when we parted, are even more deeply rooted in my heart.
She... suddenly didn't want Xin Zhuo to die!
Can't tell why.
"Miss, are you unhappy? Everything is over." Dong Ling, the personal maid who came out of the city to greet him, asked quietly.
Su Miaojin shook her head slightly.
Dong Ling smiled softly and comforted her: "Don't worry, miss. The four families have already gone to hunt down the thief king, and they will definitely avenge the miss."
Su Miaojin's face tightened.
Dong Ling noticed her young lady's displeasure, and thought she didn't want to mention the matter again, so she stuck out her tongue: "By the way, young lady, there is a letter from the county prince!"
Su Miaojin looked at her in surprise: "Who?"
"His Royal Highness the County Prince of Southern Xinjiang, Miss... biological father, the letter is in the Miss's room, no one dares to touch it!"
PS: Thank you to "Ishigami True Man" for the tip again, and thank you to "Obsessive Chemistry" for the tip, thank you!
