Chapter Twenty-Six: Shooting

"Where did this kid come from? The swordsmanship is so powerful that even the owner of the village is at a disadvantage!"

"Nonsense, no matter how powerful this kid is, he is not the opponent of the owner of the village, and the owner of the village has not used his best kung fu! In the past, so many guys who wanted to come to the cottage to do chivalrous deeds, were not all cleaned up by the owner of the village?"

"It's already a dozen moves, right? This kid can fight with the owner of the village with so many moves, no wonder he can kill so many of our brothers!"

The surrounding bandits saw the sword light Huo Huo, and the two figures fought faster and faster, and when they got a little closer, they could feel the sharp energy rushing towards their faces, and they could almost cut a cut on their faces. The bandits' faces changed color and they retreated, not daring to get too close.

Peng Lianhu dodged the attacking sword blade a little embarrassed, heard the discussion of his own subordinates in his ears, and was a little annoyed in his heart, took a deep breath, and took advantage of Gao Cheng's change of moves, his left hand sent out three money darts, and at the same time, his right hand bombarded forward. He didn't believe that his internal strength after more than 20 years of cultivation couldn't suppress this kid.

"It's good!" Gao Cheng's eyes lit up, and the long sword pulled out a sword flower in mid-air, swinging the three money darts away, and then his left hand was charged, and it collided hard with Peng Lianhu's palm.

Boom! Peng Lianhu urged the internal force to shake the air, and Gao Cheng's arm had a thousand catties of huge force, and the two forces collided in mid-air, and suddenly let out a dull roar.

Peng Lianhu's right arm didn't have time to react before it was violently shattered by a powerful force. And Gao Cheng also took a step back, shook his palm, and his right hand was sore.

"Damn, this kid is so powerful with brute strength!" Peng Lianhu snorted, his right hand hung down softly, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He has seen a lot of good practitioners in the rivers and lakes, but he has never seen anyone with such strong strength.

Gao Cheng succeeded in one move, and once again shook the long sword to bully himself, Peng Lianhu is best at light skills and hidden weapons, and now his right arm is broken, which is equivalent to most of the kung fu of hidden weapons has been abolished, and in the face of Gao Cheng's swordsmanship attack, he has no chance of winning.

Peng Lianhu was thoughtful, and at the moment when the arm bone was broken, he knew that the situation was not good, and hurriedly endured the pain and retreated, shouting in his mouth: "Everyone give it to me, this kid was against me just now, and he has been poisoned, if anyone kills this person, I will promote him to be the big boss of the cottage!"

The surrounding bandits saw that Peng Lianhu was injured and defeated, and they were originally frightened and ready to flee for their lives at any time. Hearing this, they immediately glanced at each other, and they could see the blazing ambition in each other's eyes. The big boss of the cottage is second only to the owner of the cottage in the cottage. Every day you don't have to go down the mountain to get a large amount of gold and silver offerings.

"Don't worry, I will kill this kid!"

"Kill! The boss's position is mine!"

Hundreds of bandit minions were aroused by Peng Lianhu's words, and rushed up with red eyes, no matter how strong this kid is, he won't have much strength if he is poisoned by the owner of the village, as long as he is lucky enough, who said that he can't kill the enemy and become the big boss of the cottage?

Gao Cheng was about to take the opportunity to kill his opponent, but when he saw hundreds of minions rushing in, his face turned cold, and his long sword was like a phantom, instantly piercing the throats of several bandits.

Peng Lianhu's footsteps flashed continuously, turned around and ran towards the Juyi Hall at the back of the valley, of course Gao Cheng was not poisoned, what he said just now was purely to arouse the ambition of the cottage subordinates, so that they could take the initiative to step forward to block that kid.

After all, a person who can go up to the mountain to be a bandit and bandit cannot be completely loyal to him, the owner of the village, and the bandit does not pay attention to any loyalty, and will sacrifice his life in order to cover him. If he didn't say this, it is estimated that these minions would watch Peng Lianhu being chased and killed and would not dare to make the slightest move.

"Want to leave, leave me behind!"

Gao Cheng has the blessing of powerful power, and the long sword made of fine iron is indestructible, exerting a terrifying power, sweeping the sky, the heads of several bandits flew up, blood gushed out, and blood flowed all over the ground.

He quickly killed the minions in front of him, and then his body turned, shuttling through the gaps of the crowd like a spinning top, the spiral nine shadows are the best at group combat, and when they cultivate to the peak, they can divide nine phantoms to confuse others and dodge ninety percent of attacks. And this exercise integrates body method, footwork and gang qi, and long-distance running is also top-notch.

This technique can only exert the strongest power with the Nine Yin True Qi, Gao Cheng only comprehended a little at this time, and his speed surged by several percent, and he quickly got out of the hundreds of people.

Peng Lianhu knew that those minions couldn't stop the real masters, so he had the idea of leaving Crouching Tiger Mountain to escape for his life, but before leaving, he wanted to go to the secret room of the Juyi Hall and take away the gold and silver treasures that he had taken over the years.

As soon as he was halfway there, he looked back and suddenly turned pale. "Damn, what kind of body technique this kid cultivated, he actually got out of the siege of hundreds of people so quickly!"

After a slight hesitation in his heart, after all, the idea of saving his life prevailed, Peng Lianhu gritted his teeth fiercely, turned around and ran towards the trail behind the valley, which led to the back of the mountain peak, which was the back road he left in order to prevent the encirclement and suppression of the officers and soldiers.

Gao Cheng only comprehended a little Spiral Nine Shadows, but he did not succeed in cultivation, and his performance was a little unsmooth, seeing Peng Lianhu running farther and farther, his face was very calm, and he took off the iron tire bow behind him in a hurry.

A few archers who had just shot and killed consumed some iron arrows, and there were only seven or eight arrows left in the quiver behind them. Gao Cheng's eyes swept and quickly jumped onto a tall bluestone, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, locking on Peng Lianhu, who was running wildly. Using the technique of continuous firing, four iron arrows flew out in a row with a fierce whistling sound.

Peng Lianhu was very alert, and when he was escaping, he felt that something was wrong, and jumped forward, dodging three of the iron arrows, but he was a little slower, and the fourth iron arrow snorted and shot at his thigh. Zigan didn't enter.

Ah! This thousand-handed man who is famous in the rivers and lakes suddenly screamed miserably, and his steps staggered and fell to the ground.

"Die!"

The opponent's thigh was shot, and half of the light skill was wasted, but Gao Cheng was not careless, and at the moment when Peng Lianhu was hit by the arrow, he once again pulled the iron tire bow in his hand into a full moon, and the remaining three iron arrows were all shot out.

Peng Lianhu turned his head, just in time to see three iron arrows roaring, his face showed an extremely frightened look, his heart was shrouded in fear, he didn't expect that before he had time to beg for mercy, the fatal iron arrow had already come in front of him.

Three iron arrows drilled into his throat, chest and his other thigh respectively, Peng Lianhu spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Gao Cheng unwillingly, and lost his breath with convulsions.

A relatively thick illusory air flow flew up from Peng Lianhu's body and was swallowed by the gate of fate on Gao Cheng's body. With a movement of his mind, he knew that this force of fate was equivalent to 1,300 fate points.

"Peng Lianhu's strength is stronger than Zhu Cong, comparable to a warrior at the fifth level of the Three Kingdoms World's training strength!

Gao Cheng put away the iron tire bow, this time the harvest was good, and the fate points obtained by killing Peng Lianhu finally solved the urgent need.