Hu Lier didn't persuade again, just stood there blankly, he knew his handsome temperament, once he decided that no one could persuade him, and he was the only one who knew the mind of the handsome, in the heart of Wushu, Xu Zizhen was his lifelong enemy, an obstacle to his great achievement, but also his only acquaintance, and even a person he respected.

In short, for Xu Zizhen, Wushu's mind is very complicated, and it is Wushu's wish to be able to fight with Xu Zizhen in a dignified manner, without any strategies and tricks on the battlefield.

Wushu came to Xu Zizhen and stood still, both of them were empty-handed, without any weapons, the mountain wind blew, blowing their clothes, there was silence all around, no one disturbed the final decisive battle of this pair of old enemies, but the mentality of the two sides was different.

Xu Zizhen's side knew that he had hated Wushu for so many years, and today it was finally time to come to an end, but the golden soldiers of Wushu Fang prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that their commander could win, and even hold Xu Zizhen hostage in wartime, so that they could exchange for their glimmer of life.

The expressions of the two of them were very calm, not sad or happy, but their eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit, Wushu was looking forward to fighting with Xu Zizhen, why wasn't Xu Zizhen like this?

Xu Zizhen spoke: "Are you ready?" ”

Wushu took a deep breath, clenched his fists violently, and shouted, "Please! ”

Xu Zizhen smiled, his figure suddenly jumped out, and a punch hit the lower jaw of Wushu from the bottom up, Wushu raised his head back to avoid, Xu Zizhen missed a punch, but smashed it with an elbow with the momentum, Wushu was startled, hurriedly avoided again, and the danger flashed, Xu Zizhen missed two consecutive blows, and his body seemed to rush over his head and became a sideways enemy, but at this moment, he actually kicked out with a kick with momentum when he turned around, and slammed it into the chest of Wushu.

Wushu snorted, took a few steps back, and saw that a clear footprint had been left on his chest.

"Good!"

All the people on Xu Zizhen's side cheered in unison, while the anti-audience Jin Bing was stunned.

Whether those Jin soldiers have seen Xu Zizhen on the battlefield or heard from the storytelling, they all know that he makes an extremely sharp Tang knife, the knife is as fast as the wind and difficult to resist, and they also know that he is good at tricks, good at using strange soldiers, and they also know that the firearms he created are incomparably powerful, but no one knows that Xu Zizhen's fists and feet are so fierce.

In their impression, the marshal is a man of both civil and military skills, with superb wisdom and extraordinary force, and the marshal will sometimes have a fight with the soldiers when he rises in the military camp on weekdays, but even those warriors are rarely able to defeat him, and it can be said that Wushu is actually a hidden master in their army.

But today, the handsome man with superb skills in their hearts was kicked in Xu Zizhen's hands with only one face, and even kicked back several steps, which was like a basin of ice water poured on their heads, extinguishing the originally beautiful expectations in their hearts.

When Wushu appeared, he was blocked by Hu Lie'er, but Xu Zizhen appeared but no one persuaded him, why? Just because everyone who is familiar with Xu Zizhen knows that this guy may be injured when fighting on the battlefield, but he never seems to have lost in one-on-one fists and feet, whether it is the Shenji Battalion or the gang of water bandits in Taihu Lake, many of them have fought with Xu Zizhen, but no one has ever taken advantage, even Bu Fen, Hao Donglai and others are no exception.

Wushu finally stood firm, and his throat and eyes were sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but he had been kicked out of internal injuries.

"Good kung fu!" His face was a little pale, but his face didn't seem to care, and he wiped the back of his hand and pounced on his mouth.

This time, he no longer waited for the move, but swung the same punch, the fist was tigery, and the power was also extraordinary, but Xu Zizhen stood still this time, waiting coldly, until the Wushu fist was close to the body, he still did not dodge, but chose to pounce head-on, and slapped his hands towards the Wushu ears with his hands wide open.

If he didn't dodge this Wushu, even if he could hit Xu Zizhen with a punch, he would also be slapped by Xu Zizhen, Wushu was startled, and subconsciously hurriedly withdrew his hand, and held Xu Zizhen's beat with both arms at the same time, but at this moment, Xu Zizhen actually rose up, and his right knee hit his jaw firmly.

With a bang, the entire body of the Wushu flew up, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This time Xu Zizhen did not stay in place, but jumped over, one leg hit the ground and one leg hit his lower abdomen, suddenly, Wushu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his upper body rose violently, at this moment Xu Zizhen's left hand had arrived, and he grabbed his neck and pressed it hard, and then a fist had smashed into his face.

Xu Zizhen roared: "This punch has destroyed and displaced countless people of the Great Song Dynasty for me!" ”

Wushu snorted, only to feel a sharp pain in his left eye as if it was about to burst, and wanted to struggle, but the hand on his neck tied him tightly, and he couldn't break free at all.

Bang, another punch, right in the middle of the bridge of the nose, suddenly the bridge of the nose was broken, and blood flew sideways.

"This punch has killed countless soldiers for me!"

Wushu couldn't see anything clearly in front of him, only Venus was dancing wildly, he subconsciously raised his hand to fight, but there was no goal, and he had no strength, and was avoided by Xu Zizhen with his head raised.

With another punch, the corners of Wushu's eyes burst.

"This punch is for all the righteous men who have sacrificed in the world!"

Wushu had completely lost the strength to resist, so he could only subconsciously want to protect his face with his hands, but Xu Zizhen didn't care about it, and still punched one punch after another.

"This punch is for Xuanyi Dao Chief!"

"This punch, for my two fathers-in-law!"

"This punch is for my good brothers Lu Ying and Mi Tang!"

Wushu was completely immobile, lying motionless on the ground like a dead man, completely unconscious, and the back of Xu Zizhen's right hand had been cracked, and blood was dripping, but he still raised it again.

"This punch, for your belief, and my belief, your belief is the world, and Lao Tzu's belief, whoever dares to come to the world of the Great Song Dynasty, Lao Tzu will slap him in the face!"

Bang! When the last punch fell, Xu Zizhen's hand holding his neck had been released, and the leg that was pressing on his stomach was also retracted, and he immediately beat Wushu and slid out on the ground.

Xu Zizhen slowly stood up, pulled up the placket of his shirt and wiped the back of his hand, the back of his hand was full of blood, both his and his vultures.

There was silence all around, no one made a sound, and the Jin soldiers were already stunned, before Xu Zizhen hit Wushu with his first punch, they thought that Da Shuai should be able to win, but they didn't expect Da Shuai to lose so quickly.

And everyone on Xu Zizhen's side was excited, especially Su San's face was full of tears, because among the two fathers-in-law Xu Zizhen said, there was her father Su Zhengnan, although the damned traitor Mu Dongbai, who killed her father before, had been executed by Xu Zizhen Lingchi, but the real culprit was Wushu.

Xu Zizhen beckoned: "Bao'er, water." ”

Bao'er immediately threw a water bag over, Xu Zizhen bit the plug, walked to Wushu and poured it, the clear water fell on his face, Wushu **, the eyes that had already been swollen and unformed slowly opened, but they only barely opened into a slit.

Xu Zizhen was expressionless and said, "Have you made a wish, are you ready to go on the road?" ”