Three hundred and thirty-three town three mountains twenty-six
If you use the sword, you will die, if you don't use the sword, you will die. It is better to die in a strong fight than to sit and wait to die.
Either way, death is inevitable, so it is better to use the sword in your hand to fight against the possibility.
Wei Changpan was confident that even if the fifth-floor martial artist was caught off guard with his long-awaited sword attack, he would suffer heavy losses, but it only caused some insignificant skin injuries to the King of Xiaoyaoshan, but his combat power was not affected.
The last sword I swung with all my strength was exhausted, but the two punches I received were heart-wrenching. I really lost all my money and paid it to my grandma's house.
Although Takejiro himself admitted that he had taken advantage of the inner armor and suffered a loss in the weapon, how could everything go as planned when fighting in battle?
What’s more, now that I have calmed down and reviewed the fight just now, the man in front of me clearly has a way to deal with his last knife without any damage, but he still chooses to use his rhinoceros leather inner armor to resist his knife.
If it weren't for Wu Erlang's trust... then the situation would have been completely under the control of the King of Xiaoyaoshan.
He didn't want to let himself think too much about the second possibility, which meant that in the eyes of the former, he was a plaything that could be killed without any threat.
Who is willing to become a plaything?
He was unwilling to do so.
So his next cut will be faster, and if it's not fast enough, his next cut will be even faster.
If he's not dead yet.
....
This time the momentum is much more impressive than before, but unfortunately it is still useless. He has such a leisurely attitude when fighting against each other. Who is willing to wait patiently for the opponent's killing move to prepare for it? You can prepare the momentum as you like.
How terrible is the killing move after that? In a life-and-death fight, if you can kill you with one instant, who would use two instants?
Even so, Wu Erlang still had great expectations for Wei Changpan's sword. Perhaps he could use the force of that sword to cut a gap in the martial arts chasm that was blocking him. This was also the reason why he had not taken action yet.
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Compared with what he wants to do, he is not strong enough.
Painting the ground in Xiaoyao Mountain as a prison is really a last resort. If we can borrow stones from other mountains to attack jade here, we can wait until we can go up to the next floor...
Wujiro, who suppressed his surging heart, brought back his thoughts, crossed his chest and relaxed his arms, and slowly opened his boxing frame, as if he was opening an extremely hard bow, and the arrow on the bow was his fist.
This fist as big as a sand bowl has already been touched by many lives, and it doesn't matter if one more lives today.
Cause and effect? Karma?
If these things really existed, how could most of the evildoers in this world end well?
No matter how many causes and consequences, no matter how big the karma is, it's just a matter of his fists. If he loses, it doesn't matter, it's just a matter of death.
What unfavorable words he said, how could he die so easily?
He also wants to help Mr. Jiang build a big empire, so that all the minions who live up to him on Xiaoyao Mountain can live a happy life of eating white flour, steamed buns and fat meat. A mountain is nothing, a county, and then
So what if it’s a county town, even a state town? It’s time for someone to replace those dog officials.
It's a pity that Ye Chenliang, Wei Changpan, and those guys who betrayed Xiaoyao Mountain for unknown reasons are all ungrateful white-eyed wolves.
Although Xiaoyao Mountain is big, there is no place for these people to stand.
The king of Xiaoyao Mountain, who gradually climbed to the top with his energy and energy, actually had some hope in his heart. The young man in front of him could still hand out a knife like just now. Even if it was just like scratching an itch, the "symbol" on the knife
", but it is worth pondering carefully after this battle, and maybe he can figure out some tricks.
There are many amazing and talented martial artists in the world who have learned a lot from everyone's strengths. When they first entered the martial arts, their climbing speed was astonishing. When fighting against enemies, they relied on complex martial arts, which made it difficult for even a martial artist who was at a higher level.
.However, these warriors seem to be taking a broad road, but they don't know that they have gone astray. How difficult is it to go from simplicity to complexity, and from complexity to simplicity? When they really get to the point of returning to nature, these warriors will know what they are walking on.
This is a dead end, and by then it will be too late to make amends.
Wu Erlang had only learned twelve fist moves and nine sword moves in his life. According to his original plan, he would only master these twenty-one moves before closing the coffin board. But today, when he saw Wei Changpan's sword, he actually let him
For the first time, I felt a little itchy.
After all, the old martial arts master who taught him martial arts was limited by his own talent, and his martial arts realm could only reach the threshold of the fifth floor. Even with those twelve fists and nine sword moves, Wu Erlang couldn't find anything wrong with him today.
, but after all, in the realm of the fourth floor, there are still fewer things that can be touched. The deliberate pursuit of simplifying the complex has made the moves less flexible. The twelve punches are good, but Wu Erlang can understand and study them from the five moves.
Compared with the perfect state in his eyes, the nine-style swordsmanship is not even a little bit behind...
To hone his martial arts realm and sword skills, this little brat named Wei must not die too quickly.
At this moment, Wu Erlang, who could tell Ye Chenliang next to him just by the momentum of his body, was as strong as the top of a mountain. His five senses were also heightened to a level that was so sharp that it was terrifying. The slightest movement within a hundred steps could be detected by this Xiaoyaoshan.
The king could easily detect it, so there was no exception for the almost inaudible cocking sound of the light crossbow after being modified by the Ordnance Supervision and Crossbow Factory through a two-inch-thick pine board.
This remote inn has few guests on weekdays, which is why Xiaoyaoshan has chosen this place as a secluded place to stay. What’s more, it’s long past the time to stay. Even if someone comes to stay, who knows the seriousness of it?
The shopkeeper should also turn away the customers. Even if the money-obsessed shopkeeper is willing to risk offending the bandits of Xiaoyao Mountain to let those customers in, they should not be holding those unusual crossbows.
If someone could look down from above the inn at this time, it might take some time to notice that the man in black on the outer wall of the inn was clinging to the window sill. He had been dormant for half an hour using the method of turtle breathing, keeping his heartbeat and breathing.
They were all suppressed to an incredible level, and only slight movements were made during this period to prevent blood vessels from being blocked. After all, in the history of Kalutai, there were cases where killers were left limbless after lying dormant for too long using the Turtle Breathing Technique. According to this station,
Considering the average lifespan of a killer, he is still in his prime, but he does not want to die in the middle of the assassination.
Those vulgar warriors on the battlefield were quite proficient in scouting methods, but they were still noticed by the King of Xiaoyaoshan. This surprised the assassin who had recently become famous in Fulutai. Could it be that the intelligence in Fulutai was different from that in Fenglutai?
, this bald donkey’s real level is even higher? It seems that for a second-class fatwa, the old men in this station are still a bit stingy. When he gets the bald donkey’s head and returns to Huizhou, how can he use it to kill him?
It is also good to grind the hard foam to the second level, so that you can stay in Huizhou for a longer time, look at that girl a few more times, and say a few more words.
Man cutting deer in Taichung
, how many people do not yearn for the woman with eyebrows as green as the distant mountains?
How to sharpen a child into a murderous weapon is a tacit secret shared by all killers in Kaolutai. The painful torture is tantamount to cramping and deboning a person. He still shudders when he thinks about it. A half-dead person is thrown into the medicine.
Soaking in the pool, floating side by side with them on the green water was the corpse of their partner. After being confirmed dead by the senior Kalutai who was in charge of training new recruits, he would be buried in the back mountain. It was as far as his eyes could see when he first saw the mountain.
Everywhere, there are tombs built with loess all over the mountains and plains, and all of them have no names.
They are all dead and buried on this mountain without names.
His teacher pointed to another grave with a stone tablet and a wooden sign standing in front of it. Only those who survived and died on the way to kill people for Fulutai were qualified to leave their names. As for the rain and wind, the names would not be seen for a long time.
Whether it is a wooden sign or a stone tablet carved by skilled craftsmen, it all depends on how many people you can kill for Fulutai and how long you can live.
He was the only one who survived in the medicine pool. His teacher said casually with a tone of surprise that did not hide the surprise in his words that he had made a mistake. He originally thought that he would be the first to die, so he followed his instructions.
I had dug a pit to bury people in the back hill, but I never thought that the most beautiful child at the time would be buried in the end.
The teacher who had trained countless newcomers to Kasukatai didn't care what the student who somehow managed to survive to the end felt, but was a little regretful that the child who was clearly the most talented and gifted could withstand this test.
There is hope that he will be among the top ten, and he, as a teacher, will also receive a lot of benefits, and Ye Mixiang's monthly quota will not be so stretched.
That teacher wouldn't know that when they were soaking in the medicine pool, a little girl with pretty eyebrows would sneak in every now and then and feed those among them who were about to lose their strength a pill that could strengthen the body and strengthen the body.
He is the youngest and has an average physique. He is most likely to be unable to hold on any longer, so he can take a pill almost every time. But the little girl is not always able to come in time. Many times, the pills should be taken.
The people who took the pills were already dead, and maybe they only had an hour or two to live.
Is she a fairy in the sky? When he grimaced in pain, he would think of the little girl who gave them medicine, as if the life was not as difficult as death.
Perhaps those pills that strengthened his body and strengthened his body had subtle benefits for him. The abandoned son who was originally no one expected survived to the end, surrounded by the corpses of his companions.
After a long time, he found out that the little girl who always secretly came to deliver medicine was originally called Lu Jiu, and she was the daughter of all the killers in Guerutai.
The remnant of the Zhang family in Qishan County, surnamed Wei, has survived since the rebellion against Xizi, which was originally an intolerable insult to Fenglutai. Although the killing order has been mostly ineffective, it may not have been without the tacit approval of several elders in Fenglutai.
I mean, but that bitch actually hurt Lu Jiu, who was saved by him!
She is his, she should be his, every bit of her should be his, how can a remnant of the Zhang family in Qishan County be allowed to get his hands on it!
The face of this young Kalutai killer was distorted.