Fang Wei actually comprehended the second star of the seven-star swordsmanship during the tense battle with Han Qi. However, he was too happy and failed to grasp his strength, causing too much strength to come out at an angle. After the sword energy of this blow dissipated, He couldn't condense again in a short period of time. He could only watch helplessly as Han Qi's iron fist hit his head. He closed his eyes in despair, not daring to imagine what would happen to him in the next second. He might feel like a watermelon, being smashed to bits. Break it into pieces.
One breath passed, two breaths passed, and three breaths passed, but Fang Wei did not feel the pain of death at all. Maybe it was because the punch was too powerful and he died before he had time to think. His eyes opened slightly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, they suddenly widened and his jaw dropped in shock.
I saw that this huge fist was actually blocked by a small fist, and this small fist pushed Han Qi back a few steps with a little force. In front of him, Zhao Xiaozhong's face was flushed and his body was trembling, but his eyes were determined, as if a hero was going to die. Although he repelled Han Qi, he still maintained his fist forward posture without moving at all.
"Brother of the Yuhu Sect, thank you for your help. It turns out that I am short-sighted, and you are the real person who doesn't show your face..." Fang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, patted Zhao Xiaozhong on the shoulder, and wanted to apologize for his attitude just now, but what he said Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaozhong turned around and punched Fang Wei. Fang Wei was so frightened that he quickly ducked away, "Be merciful, be merciful, this brother..."
Shi Yurou saw Zhao Xiaozhong's dull expression, which seemed to be a conditioned reflex of being frightened. She rolled her eyes and shouted to him: "Wufan is here!" "Brother Xiaofan? Where is Brother Xiaofan? Brother Xiaofan, help me." !" When Zhao Xiaozhong heard Wu Fan's name, his consciousness returned to normal and he quickly looked around.
Seeing that Zhao Xiaozhong returned to normal, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Yurou asked, "What's your name?" "My... name is Zhao Xiaozhong." "What kind of technique did you use just now? You were able to stop this strong man." Han's full blow?" "It's just...a set of boxing techniques from our Yuhu Sect." Seeing Zhao Xiaozhong hesitating, she didn't ask any more questions. When she saw the strong man approaching her again, she hurriedly shouted: "Watch out! He's coming!"
Zhao Xiaozhong just used the farmer's three punches out of desperation. He didn't expect that this immature punch could be so precise. He couldn't help but gain a little more confidence. He gritted his teeth, turned around and stood in front of the two of them, and launched an attack. posture.
"Brother Xiao Fan, I feel that this boxing technique is similar to what my father taught me, but it is a little different." Zhao Xiaozhong, who had learned three punches for the first time, had doubts while practicing, and happened to see Wu Fan passing by. Then he called him to stop. Wu Fan also studied this boxing technique when he helped Zhao Xiaozhong choose it. He just discovered that he picked up the boxing very quickly when practicing boxing. He thought it was because he was talented and it turned out that he was reviewing his own boxing technique.
"You can show me the boxing set you just made again." Because he was deeply influenced by the strange books, Wu Fan also had some potential as a teacher. Looking at Zhao Xiaozhong's boxing skills, it turned out that the martial arts family just couldn't do it. The same, but he always felt that something was wrong, so he asked him to demonstrate it to himself several times.
Wu Fan was reading and watching Zhao Xiaozhong practice boxing. Suddenly he exclaimed, "Replace these places with these routines and try again." "Let me see...Okay, I understand." Zhao Xiaozhong looked at it. Look at what Wufan asked him to change, and then he started a new set of punches.
Although the connection in the middle was a little unfamiliar this time, he felt that the place where the previous boxing training was interrupted was actually perfectly connected, and the power poured in layer by layer, just like climbing a ladder, constantly pushing the power forward, but it was a pity that he His strength was not enough, he could only punch a little more than one and a half times, and then he could no longer exert any strength.
However, the "Zhao's Three Fists", which combines the Farmer's Three Fists with my father's Zhao's Boxing, has completely made up for the gaps in his own boxing. Moreover, time is running out now, so there is no need to start over from scratch for the time being. It took a lot of time and just a lot of practice and proficiency. Zhao Xiaozhong was very moved and admired Wu Fan even more.
At this time, Han Qi in front of him was considered the first enemy of this boxing technique. Although he began to think about running away and retreating, if Brother Xiao Fan found out, although he would not say anything, he would definitely be disappointed in himself. Since Brother Xiaofan helped me improve my boxing skills, and I will use it to prove myself!
I saw this short figure slowly straightening up, as if due to the strengthening of his belief, his figure became taller. Facing Hanqi who was several times taller than himself, at this time, Zhao Xiaozhong no longer had the slightest With a look of fear, he stepped forward to meet Han Qi's fist!
Youdao means that one thing defeats another. Although Fang Wei was really invincible under Han Qi's heavy punches, in front of Zhao Xiaozhong, who also had more sophisticated boxing skills, Han Qi's unstructured punches were actually quite powerful. Unbearable, he could only block in a hurry, and no longer had the high spirits he had when fighting Fang Wei.
Although most of this integrated set of boxing techniques are feints, only the three punches inserted at the end are real moves. Zhao Xiaozhong can only barely use the first punch now, but it is the first punch of this repeated cycle that kills Han Qi. The whole body's defense was completely shattered, and at this time, Fang Wei's strength had almost recovered, and he used the Seven Star Swordsmanship again, and fought Han Qi with him.
"Zhao's three punches, drink!" Two more fists collided, and Zhao Xiaozhong used all his strength to hit Han Qi's thick fist, and was knocked back three steps, but Han Qi clicked He took more than ten steps back, "Brother Fang! It's now!" Zhao Xiaozhong saw Han Qi staggering backward and shouted to Fang Wei quickly. "Seven-star swordsmanship, scared!" The sword in Fang Wei's hand was like a long snake, striking Han Qi's chest. There was no armor to stop him, and the sword energy directly penetrated into his chest. Han Qi spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down with a bang. on the ground.
Seeing the two of them teaming up to finally defeat Han Qi, Shi Yurou also let out a sigh of relief, but at this moment, several people suddenly heard a yawn, "Silly man, how can you deal with these brats? Such a big movement? Huh?" They saw a one-armed boy rubbing his eyes walking out from behind a stone in the distance. These people couldn't help but be shocked. How could they forget the real owner?
The man stretched and walked out swaggeringly. Suddenly he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere. He took a closer look and saw that the three people not far away were staring at him with wary expressions, and his "silly big man" fell to the ground. Not far away, motionless, life or death uncertain.
Seeing this situation, the one-armed boy's face turned cold, but he didn't have any sympathy. It was as if his plaything had been destroyed. He just felt a little pity, "I finally found a mount. It's a good thing, but it was destroyed by you." Come on, tell me how to compensate me?" He glanced at the three of them and licked his lips, "Or do as I say, leave the girl and the points wooden sign to me, and then get out!"
"Don't even think about it! Punch me!" Zhao Xiaozhong seemed to have not recovered from the heat of the battle. This time he saw that the one-armed boy seemed more vulnerable than the stupid knight. Without saying anything, he stretched out his right hand and punched Hit this person.
"Seeking death!" The one-armed boy put away the ridicule on his face, fell backwards, and avoided the punch. Then he swept the short stick with his left arm and hit Zhao Xiaozhong on the right rib.
As soon as Zhao Xiaozhong felt the pain, his body fell, and he rolled out. He gritted his teeth and climbed up, and punched the one-armed boy in the lower back. The one-armed boy heard the strong wind behind him and his left hand was short. He held the stick on the ground, twisted his left foot, and turned his right leg into a whip and whipped it towards Zhao Xiaozhong's face. But he didn't expect that Zhao Xiaozhong's fist hit the right waist of the one-armed boy with a muffled thud, and then his whip leg kicked half of Zhao Xiaozhong's body and sent him aside.
Because he underestimated his enemy and received this punch, the one-armed boy grinned in pain and lowered his right shoulder, as if he wanted to rub his waist with his right hand, but he suddenly remembered that he did not have a right arm. , I could only twist my waist to relieve myself.
But before he could recover, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. He hurriedly picked up his short stick and swung it. With a bang, he blocked the attack of the person behind him, "A noble family? Are you planning a sneak attack?" "Hmph, To deal with people like you, we must use any means necessary!" The person who came was none other than Fang Wei. Seeing that the sneak attack failed, he put away his sword and stood in a stalemate with the one-armed boy.
"You see, you and I are working so hard, and you can't gain any advantage. How about we each give in?" The one-armed boy narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly. When Fang Wei saw what he said, he was a little ready to make a move. After all, the energy consumption was about the same. If he encountered the enemy again later, it would be even more unlucky. It would be better to give up some points, go his own way, and have enough energy to make plans.
"Tell me, how many points do you want?"
"Huh? Hahaha? Points brand? No, no, no, you misunderstood, I mean I don't want points."
"Then what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. Just leave this girl behind. You see, she is also a burden on your journey. If you leave it to me, I can take good care of her... ow!"
Before he finished speaking, the one-armed boy stumbled and fell out. Shi Yurou's long sword in her hand was like silk, and she strangled the one-armed boy's neck and threw him out. He rolled to the edge of the lake in a very embarrassed state, "Humph. ! Do you really think that this girl is a vegetarian? If luck hadn’t healed your wounds just now and it was not convenient to fight, I would have beaten you to the point where your teeth are all over the floor."
"Okay, very good. Since you all want to die, I have to fulfill your wish!" Seeing the current situation, he would definitely be no match against three people facing each other, so he became cruel and bit off the entangled fish in one bite. The bandage on his right arm revealed the severed limb inside. The severed limb was bloody and miserable, as if it had been torn apart not long ago. As the bandage came off, blood began to drip to the ground.
The three of them were confused. Could it be that this person became mentally unstable because he couldn't beat him, and started pretending to be crazy through self-mutilation? I saw the one-armed boy swinging the short stick with his left hand, and half of the shell fell off. It turned out that the short stick was a short white thorn half the length of an arm. The outward end of the short thorn was sharp, and the end of the hand was rounded, and it looked like a living piece. arm bones.
The one-armed boy's face was pale and his lips were trembling. He looked hesitantly at the lines on his left arm and muttered in a low voice: "Magic, don't bully me!" Then with a trembling left hand, he removed the short thorn. He tightened his arms and used all his strength to insert the sharp end deeply into the flesh and blood at the base of his mutilated right arm, letting out a painful and sad cry from his mouth.
