"Stop!" A lion roar came from a distance! A gray shadow was as fast as the wind, jumping continuously on the roof. Finally, two somersaults fell into the village from mid-air.

"What a handsome skill!" Bai Fu shook his spirit and looked at the person. This person was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was a typical Sichuan and Sichuan boy. He was not tall, thin and elegant, with little hair, and bright eyes. He was wearing a coarse cloth dress, simple and unpretentious, but his black pole was in his hand and he was powerful without anger.

"I think I'm the general sent another person. It turns out he's a little brat!" Wang Zhanhe felt relieved and joked.

"You should go to Avici Hell!" The young man holding the stick was righteous.

"Just you? Go and die!" Wang Zhanshan sneered and waved the one-legged bronze man to hit the stick-holder. The boy stomped his horse, lowered his center of gravity, bowed forward with his left hand, and danced a stick behind his right hand with a black-tip stick, and accelerated his stick head to face the one-legged bronze man.

With a loud "dang", the one-legged bronze man and the black-shou stick collided head-on, and Wang Zhanshan and the young man each took three steps back.

Wang Zhanhe was secretly shocked. He knew that his brother Wang Zhanshan was born with divine power. A one-legged bronze man weighed more than 80 kilograms. When he danced, he had hundreds of kilograms of huge power. Unless soldiers in the army used heavy weapons such as hammers and axes, ordinary people dared not resist the one-legged bronze man at all. And this young man could use only a black-shot stick to spread the one-legged bronze man, which could not be done without the internal family's true energy. So he secretly aimed the crossbow arrow at the young man holding the rod.

A young man with a stick is not afraid of a tiger, and he bravely fights Wang Zhanshan. The stick technique is like a scattered sea of ​​people, constantly attacking. However, Wang Zhanshan has experienced a long battle formation. When he saw that the young man's stick technique was magical, he did not seek merit, but he wanted nothing wrong, and danced a one-legged bronze man into a wall of iron. At the same time, relying on his divine power and horizontal practice, he constantly squeezed and blocked the stick-holding boy's attack route. After dozens of moves, the boy already knew that Wang Zhanshan's divine power was amazing and his endurance was long. If he did not change the stick technique, he might lose. The best strategy at present is to find the cover gate that Wang Zhanshan practiced horizontally as soon as possible.

The young man holding the stick took a deep breath, and the true energy of the Dantian wandered all over his body, using the master's master's secret skill - Lankavata-Fuhu Stick Method. Relax between his fingers and no longer hold the black pole stick tightly. His thumb and index finger exert force, rubbing the wooden stick clockwise in his hand. The black pole stick quickly rotated in his hand, and there was a sound of wind and thunder. Then, the black pole stick came out of his body like a spiritual snake, and the stick method was like a gunshot technique, stabbing Wang Zhanshan's throat directly at a very fast speed. Wang Zhanshan was shocked and used all his strength to block the black pole stick. The black pole stick blocked was like a living snake, soft, and then turned a curve and continued to stab Wang Zhanshan's ribs. Wang Zhanshan hurriedly turned to a sideways. The black pole stick head was changed to a whip, and the wind swept across, and a burst of force hit Wang Zhanshan's ribs. Even though Wang Zhanshan was practicing Kung Fu with his Thirteen Taibao, he was not afraid of the whip stone, and he screamed in pain.

Wang Zhanshan then took two steps back and avoided the attack of the young man holding the stick on his vital points. He raised the one-legged bronze man with both hands, and turned the defense into an attack with one move. Wang Zhanshan tried his best to meet this move, but the young man did not dare to greet him. He twisted his right waist and prepared to avoid him sideways. At the moment when the gap was revealed, Wang Zhanhe pressed his finger and shot the crossbow arrow directly into the young man's eyes. If the young man avoided the crossbow arrow, he would be hit by the one-legged bronze man. If he avoided the bronze man, he would be injured by the crossbow arrow. It was so cruel.

Seeing that the young man holding the stick was about to be injured, Bai Fu flew forward quickly, shot out the long sword in his hand, hitting the tail of the crossbow arrow. The crossbow arrow changed direction and flew towards Wang Zhanshan. It turned out that Bai Fu had been paying attention to Wang Zhanhe's sneak attack. When he saw him taking action, he immediately jumped to clear the siege.

Wang Zhanshan's one-legged bronze man smashed a big pit on the ground. He was about to sweep the young man with his backhand, but the crossbow arrow suddenly changed direction and flew in. He had no time to block the bronze man, so he could only turn around and avoid it.

The opportunity must not be missed. The young man holding the stick grabbed the fighter and stepped on the one-legged bronze man with one step. He took advantage of the opportunity to jump into the air and was on the top of Wang Zhanshan. The young man split his legs across the sky and slashed a stick from his crotch. The head of the stick was in the Baihui point on the top of Wang Zhanshan.

The Baihui acupoint above his head was where Wang Zhanshan was covered, and it was extremely fragile. Wang Zhanshan let out a shocking roar, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

When Wang Zhanhe saw his elder brother fall to the ground, his eyes were red, he threw away his military crossbow, picked up a simple knife, flew down from the roof, and rushed straight to the face of the young man holding the stick. The young man raised the stick with both hands, and used a "Raising the Fire to Burn the Sky" style to open Wang Zhanhe's knife. Then, he stepped on the seven stars on his legs, and the rod head was like the tip of a spear, stabbing Wang Zhanhe's chest. Wang Zhanhe jumped and turned to face the enemy in front to face the enemy sideways, twisted his upper body slightly, and the knife in his hand changed to chop into a sharpening, and slashed along the black-shot rod rod toward the young man's finger.

The boy had to remove the stick and carry Wang Zhanhe with one more knife. After more than a dozen moves, Wang Zhanhe saw that he could not get any advantage. He came up with a plan. While attacking, he quietly moved his position to a place with more gravel on the ground. He swept his right foot on the ground, rolled up a piece of sand and soil, and swept it to the boy's eyes. The boy did not expect this move, and his eyes were squinted by sand and dust. Wang Zhanhe stormed the boy's left neck from the upper right. In a critical moment,

Nian was extremely calm, his eyes closed slightly, listened to the wind and defended his position, held the middle of the stick with both hands, danced a wall of sticks, turned attack into defense, and protected the vital points of his whole body. Wang Zhanhe's sword could not break this stick method and could not attack. Wang Zhanhe was very cunning. He failed to achieve one plan and had another plan. He must take advantage of the young man's eyes being confused and his life was born. So he took two steps back, hooked up the shield beside the soldiers who died with his feet, and pretended to be about to escape.

Sure enough, Ding Shujian shouted, "Dog thief, don't escape!" He got up and chased after him, but just ran two steps, he was plotted against by Wang Zhanhe's sleeve arrows in his hand. Two of the three sleeve arrows were knocked down by Ding Shujian's sword. The remaining one shot into Ding Shujian's legs. He staggered and fell to the ground.

The young man holding a stick was anxious and didn't bother to protect himself. He chased Wang Zhanhe with his eyes blurred. When Wang Zhanhe saw the young man holding a stick chase, he turned to the corner of the house and disappeared. The young man saw the figure disappearing and accelerated his pursuit. As soon as he reached the corner, he saw a cold light flashing and the tip of the knife cut straight to the door.

It turned out that after Wang Zhanhe turned, he hid behind the corridor columns in the corner of the house. With the protection of the corridor columns, he used his unique skill to return to the saber.

At the critical moment of life and death, the young man once again used the Lankagata Tiger Stick Technique to fight for life. He did not retreat but advanced, and the human stick was united. The black-shot stick rod was accelerated and rotated. The head of the stick was like the tip of a spear, and it stabbed out with spiral force. The momentum was extremely strong, and it pierced through the corridor column and pierced into Wang Zhanhe's abdomen.

Wang Zhanhe couldn't believe this scene, widened his eyes, watched the blood flowing out of his abdomen, slowly falling down, and murmured to himself: "We two brothers have killed so many people, it's enough!"
Chapter completed!