Meng Shulie stroked the sword marks on his face, and the killing intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Lincheng to Xuchang, but only 2,000 miles, but you killed 4,000 people."

His deep voice sounded, but his tone was very flat, as if Zhan Song had just picked the four osmanthus flowers at his doorstep.

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves." When Zhan Song answered, his voice was not loud.

He also doesn't like to kill people, but this time to send the princess to Xuchang, they have to pass through the territory of Hu State, and they travel without the slightest concealment, which will naturally attract Hu State's pursuers.

If you don't kill it all, how can you get out?

"Not bad." Meng Shulie nodded, "Back then, I went to Lincheng three times to compete with you, and I killed no less than 3,000 people, so this account is settled." ”

Zhan Song heard him talk about the martial arts competition, and sneered, "You came three times, and I stabbed three times, how can it be said that it is a martial arts competition, obviously you owe the beating." ”

When Meng Shulie heard this, he was immediately furious, and with a wave of his left hand, he sucked water like a long whale and sucked thousands of osmanthus flowers from the tree.

He raised his hand, and the osmanthus seemed to be restrained by something, turning into a sword in his hand.

"Saints compete with fists, if you don't have that shameless streamer sword, how can I lose to you."

His voice roared, like a wronged child, like heaven and earth telling of his injustice.

Zhan Song smiled and said, "In the past hundred years, your Tiger Fist has ranked forty-third in the Jiangmiao boxing rankings, if I beat you with my fists, it will really bully you." ”

What he said was the truth, both of them are the bodies of the four saints, and they have a very strong ability to resist blows, even if they are beaten by the other party for hundreds of punches, it is only a small injury, Zhan Song scared him away with a sword, he is just a little embarrassed, if he hits him with a fist hundreds or thousands of punches, it is really a shame to throw home, and the world will no longer compare the two.

Meng Shulie snorted coldly, he also understood that his boxing skills were not good, so in the past few years, he has been practicing boxing in Beiping retreat.

He practiced the No. 1 boxing method in the boxing spectrum, Li Changsheng's whale swallowing the world.

He didn't have a boxing spectrum, a few years ago Li Changsheng and Zhan Song competed by the West Lake, he went to see it, and with the memory of the time, he practiced some doorways.

This time he came to Zhan Song to seek revenge, but he also made a lot of hard work.

He said, "Your drunken boxing is ranked second in the boxing spectrum, and after today, the second name will belong to my Whale and Tiger Fist." ”

He named his newly practiced boxing method "Whale Tiger Fist", which means that Li Changsheng's Whale Devouring World Fist and his Tiger Fist are combined into one.

Zhan Song was still smiling, and Meng Shulie's work of catching flowers was too far behind Li Changsheng's holding of the West Lake water in his hands.

At the beginning, he and Li Changsheng fought by the West Lake, if it was about force, Li Changsheng had just entered the Four Saints, and he was not his opponent.

But that whale swallowing the world fist is too terrifying, not only can it suck the lake water, but also suck his body, so that his boxing skills are restricted everywhere and he can't exert his due strength.

Moreover, Li Changsheng smashed the water of the West Lake weighing more than 100,000 catties like a stick on him without moving, although his physical strength was not harmed, but his vision was greatly disturbed.

In the end, he could only cope from beginning to end, and he had no power to fight back.

On the edge of the West Lake, it is said that the battle lasted for 14 days, but in fact, it was just that he was beaten for 14 days.

Thinking of Li Changsheng, Zhan Song felt particularly aggrieved, and he also felt aggrieved for Meng Shulie.

"Fight for second? Hehe, why don't you dare to compete for the first place? ”

This was said to Monshillard, and to himself.

Since the battle with Li Changsheng in West Lake, no one in the world dares to compete for the first place, including him.

For this reason, he disappeared and worked as a coachman for Zhao Xiangyi, trying to make the world forget him.

He is arrogant and arrogant, and he can accommodate the second in his eyes, just like the Caiyun Fairy, after Zhao Xiangyi came out, he disappeared.

Second, in the eyes of the world, it is a halo, but in their eyes, it is just a shame.

Listening to Zhan Song's words, Meng Shulie's pupils contracted violently, and his heart contracted even more.

He felt like a turtle trying to retract its head into its shell.

Turtles only do this when they are in danger, and so does Monshill, and if someone asks him to fight for the first place, his knee-jerk reaction is to shrink his head.

Because the first one is so perverted, so perverted that he can't see hope at all.

So he came this time and waited here obediently, not because of the beautiful scenery here, but because he didn't dare to approach Xuchang City or Li Changsheng.

He didn't dare, but he didn't think it was wrong to do so, and he asked, "What about your right hand?" Where's your streamer's sword? Do you dare to fight? ”

He had heard rumors that Li Changsheng had left Lincheng and that Zhan Song had gone to pursue him.

Now Li Changsheng is still in Xuchang, but Zhan Song is missing an arm, presumably lost on the way to pursue.

Moreover, this time Zhan Song came to Hu State, and he didn't carry a sword, so the sword must have been lost.

If the sword was still there, he wouldn't dare to seek revenge.

Zhan Song was talked about by Meng Shulie about the sore spots, and his face was not so good-looking.

But he was still quite convinced in his heart, the corpses of the thirty-seven Three Saint Masters, if he were replaced by him, even if he had a streamer sword in his hand, he would not be able to beat it, let alone kill it.

And when Li Changsheng was killing, there were more than a hundred Three Saint masters beside him, and he was also waiting for an opportunity.

But people killed like this, and he obeyed the killing, and he lost an arm and a sword when he killed.

However, it was Li Changsheng, not Meng Shulie.

Li Changsheng has the ability to do it, so he is naturally qualified to say that Meng Shulie is not qualified to ridicule him, so Zhan Song smiled coldly, "To deal with you, one hand is enough." ”

Yes, no matter how much Meng Shulie's kung fu has improved, and no matter how much Zhan Song has regressed in recent years, but as long as he has a sword in his hand, except for Li Changsheng, there is no opponent in the world.

The sword, naturally, is the streamer sword, how many streamer swords there are in total in the Southern Dynasty, Zhan Song doesn't know, but he has a second one now.

The sword was inserted in his trouser leg, and if he hadn't slowly pulled the white hilt out of his waist, no one would have known that there was actually a sword hidden in his trouser leg, a thin sword with almost no visible blade.

How thin is the sword? You can't measure it with a ruler, and you can't find anything to compare it to.

Paper? Cicada wings? The thinnest things I could think of were much thicker than this sword.

The sword is so thin that it is impossible to see with the eye, like the tiniest dust in the air, and you can only detect their presence when the sun shines on it.

The same is true for the body of this sword, only when the light is flowing on the body of the sword, you can see that there is a light flowing under the hilt.

Streamer sword, streamer does not bleed.

If the material on the sword body is broken, it will be as fine as the dust in the air, but it is the thinnest sword body in the world, even a saint can't break it, and Li Changsheng can't break it!

In this regard, Zhan Song has always been unable to figure out how such a material can exist in this world, and he can't figure out how such a material can be made into a sword.

If everyone in the Southern Dynasty had such a sword, what would a saint do!

If the people who chased and killed Li Changsheng had such a sword in their hands, then even ten Li Changsheng would have been killed.

He couldn't figure it out, and Meng Shulie couldn't figure it out, on the way to Hu from Zhan Song, he sent a lot of spies, but they didn't find that Zhan Song had a sword on his body, and even he asked the falcons to observe it carefully, but they didn't find it.

However, right in front of his eyes, at that moment, Zhan Song actually pulled out his sword.

At that moment, he really wanted to hit his head into the osmanthus bush, so that at least no one could see him lose face.

Dealing with Zhan Song who was holding a streamer sword, even if he only had one hand, Meng Shulie had no power to fight back.

He went to Lincheng three times, and that time he was not stabbed back by a sword? Counting this time, that's four times.

He was a little annoyed, but even more unwilling, "Everyone is a saint, can't you fight with dignity!" ”

Meng Shulie shouted at the sky, he didn't think that Zhan Song would put down the sword in his hand, he could only vent his emotions to God.

Zhan Song looked at him, this prince, who was not a few years younger than him, was like a child at the moment, spitting out his resentment, and he really wanted to shout to the sky, "Can't you let Li Changsheng be born a few years later!" ”

But he didn't shout, because he knew that God would never help people realize their wishes, and if they wanted to realize their wishes, they had to rely on themselves.

"Then I'll punch you along." Zhan Song said, inserting the streamer sword back in.

When the sword comes out, the light comes out, and when the sword is closed, the light goes out.

Meng Shulie didn't expect Zhan Song to do this, his eyes widened, and he had an incredible expression, but he was not satisfied, "Why only one punch?" He asked.

In the battle between saints of the same level, it usually takes thousands of punches to distinguish the winner and loser, and what can he do with one punch, even if he doesn't do anything, standing there and letting Zhan Song fight, he can't beat the flowers.

He came here to kill people, and if he couldn't kill him, it would be good to win, but now the hope that Zhan Song gave him was just a punch.

"One punch is enough." Zhan Song said, "This is Xuchang." ”

Boxing with Meng Shulie was Zhan Song's help him realize his wish, nothing more.

But if he keeps fighting and wins or loses, the one in Xuchang City will not be alarmed, and if Li Changsheng moves, will he still be able to leave?

After all, it was he who slashed Li Changsheng with a sword back then, and Zhan Song was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to die for Meng Shulie's wishes.

"Damn." Meng Shulie said with annoyance that he knew that he had chosen the wrong place, but there was no way, it was better to be able to punch than to be able to do nothing.

He put his hands into claws, leaned behind him, and shouted, "Killer whale dance." ”

This is his new boxing method, and no one in the world knows about it, so he has to call out his name and let the world know how powerful he is.

It's a pity that there is only Zhan Song in this place, and that person didn't even look at him at this time, just drinking there.

As soon as Meng Shulie's words fell, all the osmanthus trees on the hillside trembled, as if they were about to break through the mud and enter the palm of his hand.

No, not only the osmanthus tree, but even the entire hillside began to tremble.

Zhan Song squinted his eyes, he saw Meng Shulie's performance, it was indeed amazing, but it was just shaking, and what surrounded Meng Shulie's palm was only osmanthus.

If it was Li Changsheng, even if the small hillside couldn't be sucked up, those osmanthus trees would definitely not be able to run.

This gap is not ordinarily large.

However, Meng Shulie sucked the osmanthus flowers from the entire hillside, and his princess Ah Yi was going to be unhappy when she saw it.