Uncle Liu was not angry, he smiled slightly, picked up one side of the fishing rod, ignored Qingluan, and only said to Li Luo and Xiao Yu: "Miss Luo Luo, please help Xiao Yu back to the carport to rest. Just leave it to me."
"Oh, it turns out there is a helper! Where does this old guy come from? How dare he be so arrogant and want to attack the three of us alone?" Ziyi curled his lips, waved the two knives in his hand, and sneered.
Lan Sha didn't answer, only frowned, feeling that if this person dared to say that, he must not be an ordinary fishing old man.
"You are hunched over, ugly, with machetes in both hands, and you have some ability to win the seventh command position on the seventh floor with two swords in one hand." Uncle Liu said calmly: "You don't look any more old-fashioned. She's a few years younger, but with her reputation and character, the words "purple" and "wing" are ruined."
"You!...Old man!" Ziyi gritted his teeth in a deep voice, raised his knife and pounced forward, "Seeking death!"
When Uncle Liu saw the two knives coming towards him, he did not loosen the fishing line and hook of the fishing rod in his hand. He only raised it slightly, and the top of the fishing rod directly poked Ziyi's right eye.
Liu Bo's "Fishing Zen Kung Fu" is practiced both internally and externally. Internally, it involves meditation to practice internal strength. Externally, it involves throwing the fishing pole and pulling the thread. It is used for fishing in daily life. During competitions, it is used to point out the person's vital points and use it to hook the line. For masters of killing, they have to kill with one blow, specifically hooking the "temple" and throat. If there is no line, and the tip of the tip is used to kill, it will focus on the vital points and fatal points of the person. It is also extremely powerful. If it is used with the handle end, it is mostly used for close range. attack.
Ziyi struck back with his sword, intending to cut off Uncle Liu's fishing rod. Unexpectedly, Uncle Liu asked a skilled craftsman to cast the fishing rod out of fine steel. How could he cut it off? He slashed the top of the fishing rod, but the top bent and pulled the blade across to sweep towards his eyes. Ziyi was so frightened that he hurriedly double-knifeed and used a staggered button, pulling the top of Liu Bo's fishing rod towards him. He hit it and hurriedly turned over and flew out. After staggering a few times, Lan Sha put his sword on his back and he stabilized his body.
"Old man, this fishing rod skill is so amazing!" Ziyi's double knives relieved Uncle Liu of the force on the top of the fishing rod, and the fishing rod was raised upwards so as not to blind his eyes, but he was hit on the forehead. A blood-red vertical line soon became red and swollen.
Seeing this, Qingluan looked thoughtful, then frowned and analyzed: "The second on the list of killers in the building, the killer with the name 'Yu', uses fishing rods as weapons, his kung fu is unpredictable, and his martial arts is extremely high..."
Uncle Liu slowly took back the fishing rod and smiled slightly at Qingluan, "Haha, the little girl is quite discerning, but I won't take on your seventh-floor mission since last autumn. This year, no, I will be the second on the list from now on. He won’t be an old man. By the way, this kid inside won’t be number one on the list anymore..."
"'Yu" font size killer? Ziyi frowned, "Two on the list? Ha, no wonder."
Lan Sha frowned slightly and moved the sword in his hand slightly. He wanted to test the difference between the skills of the second on the list and Ji Ruge. After all, they are the ones who dominate the killer list all year round!
Qingluan took a long sword from a disciple beside him, then called to Lansha and Ziyi: "You two, don't be stunned, come together!"
After hearing this, Uncle Liu jumped up and landed straight on the roof of the carriage. He sat cross-legged and put down the fishing rod slightly in his hand, making a fishing gesture. When the three men came up, he waved the fishing rod across the carriage, just in time to catch the entire carriage. The whole area is covered, and this call is called "Sit and guard the Diaoyutai".
The three of them rushed forward, and everyone immediately got into a fight.
Under the light of the sword, Uncle Liu waved his fishing rod and dealt with the attacks coming from all directions in an orderly manner, keeping the three of them within an inch of the carriage.
A few quarters of an hour passed, and after several rounds of attacks, Qingluan and the others were so tired that they had to retreat to one side and prepare to make other plans.
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Let’s talk about Feng Yi and Qin Shuang.
Xiao Yingfang led the four ghosts of the Demon Sect to besiege the two of them. The two of them were already in danger. The two of them were already in a state of embarrassment and suffered a lot of injuries.
Just when the two of them were desperate, a person on one side slowly fell from the treetops and landed directly in the center of Gaixin where they were surrounding. A crutch directly knocked away Xiao Yingfang's knife that was about to slash at Qin Shuang's face, and then several more Turn sideways and surround Feng Yi
The four ghosts who came over were beaten away one by one.
Xiao Yingfang was shocked to the point that her arms were numb, she shook her hands and looked at the visitor coldly.
The other four people also hurriedly retreated, wondering who was coming? His martial arts can actually rival that of Feng Yi.
"Brother Xu, if you come here later, my fate will be sealed here!" Feng Yi sighed heavily, touched several stab wounds on his body, and continued to mutter to Qin Shuang, "Girl Shuang, you How's it going? Is it okay?"
Qin Shuang held the long sword in her hand, supported herself, and replied with difficulty: "Uncle Feng, you won't die yet."
After surviving the disaster, Feng Yi laughed heartily and said: "Hahaha... That's good, support has arrived, we don't have to die now!"
The visitor was none other than Xu Jian, the crippled old man who followed Dugu Yi to the South China Sea with Uncle Liu.
The lame old Xu was leaning on an iron crutch, and his erhu, which he always kept close to him, was in a cloth bag hanging on his waist. After hearing what the two said, he joked: "It seems that I, the lame old man, came at the right time, no?" Late, not too late, haha."
Xiao Yingfang looked at the people in the field coldly, and secretly thought that this cripple had a lot of internal strength, and he seemed to be a hidden master. After all, Feng Yi was one of the four heroes in the Central Plains. It was really not easy to kill him! No matter what, the purpose of the few of them is not to kill Qin Shuang and Feng Yi, they should have already obtained
It's over, there's no need to fight to the death, retreat first.
The four demon sect ghosts all looked at Xiao Yingfang. Xiao Yingfang nodded, turned around and quickly kicked up his long knife from the ground, grabbed it with his backhand, and sheathed the knife.
The five people immediately jumped up, flew onto their horses, reined in their horses and turned around. "Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!!!!" The horses raised their heads and neighed, then galloped away.
Feng Yi and the other three watched their riding figures disappear into the forest, and then they breathed a sigh of relief. Qin Shuang couldn't hold on any longer, collapsed to the ground, and fainted.
"Hey, hey, hey...Girl, you can't fall yet...You still have to rescue Xiaoyu and the others...Girl...Girl! Besides, if you fall, we don't have a carriage or anything... !" Feng Yi watched Qin Shuang fall down, frowned and muttered.
After shouting several times, there was still no movement. Lame old Xu bent down, checked Qin Shuang's breath, and saw that several stab wounds on her waist were serious and the blood had wetted her clothes. Then he curled his lips and cursed at Feng Yi: "Old Feng Brother, stop shouting, I fainted."
Feng Yi frowned and was about to fall down. He slumped down and shouted, "Ouch, no, no, I'm also seriously injured."
The lame old man Xu Leng glanced at Feng Yi and muttered: "Okay, brother Feng, we all know you are lazy. Your injuries are not serious at all. Stop pretending. Have you ever seen that lame man punching someone?" Can you still have one hand to carry a walking stick? If you are not afraid that this little girl will die quickly, I can carry her with one hand."
Hearing this, Feng Yi saw that the crippled old Xu had seen through his rogue trick, so he could only curl his lips and mutter: "Okay, I'll carry it on my back, you have to go get the horse."
Lame old Xu pointed to the mountainside not far away and replied with a smile: "That's where my and the little fisherman's horses are tied. You won't be able to carry it for long."
As Feng Yi walked away, he replied: "That's pretty much it."
Lame old Xu walked in front, muttering as he walked: "Brother Feng, walk faster, don't wait, your precious disciple Ji Ruge is still waiting for us to rescue him, Xiao Yuzi, that old boy doesn't know yet." Can one person beat those three guys? "
Hearing this, Feng Yi carried Qin Shuang on his back, half walking, half running, using his strength from time to time to follow the lame old Xu, one behind the other, and galloped away.
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