Just as Yang Si hit the first punch, until he finally directly hit the tip of the sword with the strength of the fist, in this short distance of two zhang, he actually hit nineteen punches in a row like a violent wind! The overwhelming fist power has not stopped, wave after wave, and the back wave pushes the front wave, as if it is endless. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is Yang Si's strongest killer move, "One stone rolls up a thousand waves"! The momentary light enemy made Du Tuzeng suddenly fall into the disadvantage of being passively beaten, but fortunately, his skills were outstanding, far better than Yang Si. His wrist turned, and the long sword drew dozens of arcs in an instant, removing the strength of Yang Si's fist at all.

How could Yang Si allow him to dissolve his fist strength so easily? The most important thing is that if Du Tuzeng is out of the scope of his fist strength, with his ghostly swordsmanship and martial arts, he will definitely be fierce and lucky, and it will be difficult to escape the fate of death. Death is not terrible, but it is really unwilling to die if you can't avenge Sanhua. Urging every ounce of power in his body to the limit, Yang Sishi kept blasting his punches from every angle like a mad tiger. There was only one thought in his heart, even if he couldn't kill Du Tuzeng with his own hands, he would entangle Du Tuzeng and wait for Hou Ying and Wan Xiaotian to rush here to support him when he heard the news. At that time, he will definitely be able to take revenge for the wind and flowers.

At this moment, two long whistles came from the front and back of the Heavenly Demon Army's Flame Banner column, which were none other than Wan Xiaotian who was in charge of the breakthrough and Hou Ying, who was in charge of the rear of the palace. The change in the middle of the team led by Yang Si and Feng Sanhua finally alarmed the two of them.

The long howl was getting closer and closer, indicating that Hou Ying and Wan Xiaotian were rapidly approaching. But...... I'm afraid it's too late. Yang Si exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, and on this cold night in late autumn and early winter, sweat soaked through his clothes. He counted the speed of the two people, knowing that he could no longer support them until the moment they arrived. At this time, Du Tuzeng had gradually broken through the encirclement of his fist, and his two snow-white eyebrows moved ugly from time to time in his increasingly shining sword light, as if he could approach himself at any time, give himself a fatal sword, and then escape from afar. Did you just let this executioner, whose hands were stained with scattered flowers and blood, escape? No! Never! Scattered flowers, if you have a spirit in the sky, bless me to leave this murderer to avenge you! Yang Si prayed silently in his heart. He suddenly gave up his punch, and instead straightened his chest and slammed the tip of the sword that was spitting light like a poisonous snake, and barely had time to feel the pain, and the blade of the sword passed through Yang Si's right rib like lightning and came out through his back to the hilt of the sword.

Yang Si's suicidal behavior made Du Tuzeng puzzled. When the long sword in his hand was about to pierce Yang Si's ribs, he even wanted to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill the enemy, because, no matter which angle he thought about, Yang Si would not be the kind of person who would easily give up his life. Could it be a trap? An ominous thought rose in Du Tuzeng's mind. The opponent in front of him is Yang Si, who bears the name of a wise man, and perhaps any wrong judgment and small mistake will cause him to fall into the conspiracy of the other party and incur a complete defeat. But this opportunity is really a big fat piece to the mouth, it would be a pity not to eat it, not to mention that the opponent's reinforcements are coming, and if you can end the battle a moment earlier, your safety factor will be one point higher. In order to kill this dead fat man, he had to take his own life, and he would not be stupid enough to step into the field.

Just when Du Tuzeng hesitated, and the long sword in his hand was about to stab or not, under Yang Si's active and strong impact, the blade seemed to pierce his body without encountering any resistance, and only the hilt of the sword was still exposed outside his body. Because of this powerful sword, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed, and they were already tightly together.

The distance between him and the enemy was so close, and this strange and abrupt situation made Du Tuzeng feel extremely unaccustomed. It's really ridiculous, it turns out that this Yang Si is so short, and the height can't even reach his own jaw, which is very inconsistent with the impression that Yang Si gave himself Yuan Zhuyue Zhi as calm as a mountain before.

Which Yang Si is closer to the truth? The wise man Yang Si is really a veritable dwarf winter melon! Hehe...... The condescending Du Tu Zeng scrutinized Yang Si's broad and shiny forehead on his chest, almost with a thought of wanting to burst out laughing. What kind of world is this? This kind of dwarf winter melon, whose image is so bad that even his mother who gave birth to him is shy will also be praised as a wise man, can't the **** giant sect of the Heavenly Demon Palace find a decent talent?

"Have you ever been to Mongolia? You ......" Yang Si on his chest suddenly raised his head and asked softly. His tone was extremely flat, as if he was making a family gesture, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

"Mongolia? What do you mean? What kind of bullshit is this? Facing Yang Si's overly bland performance, Du Tuzeng couldn't help but feel creepy. The high level of alertness cultivated over a long period of time in the brutal struggle between swords and blood made him naturally want to stay away from his opponents. It's so perverted! When your sword passes through the other person's body, the other party will actually ask with a smile if you have ever been to Mongolia, has anyone ever heard of such a strange thing?

"Not good!" By the time Du Tuzeng realized the danger, it was already too late. A chubby little hand rested on his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword, and then the sound of bones shattering resounded throughout his body. Yang Si's technique was so fast that Ling Du Tu Zeng didn't have time to react at all, and by the time he reacted, everything was already over.

"Mongolian wrestling Dafa!" This is what Yang Si wanted to express in that strange question just now...... Seeing his right leg being twisted ninety degrees, Du Tuzeng quickly realized that all the bones and joints in his body had been broken by Yang Si's ruthless Mongolian wrestling Dafa, and the reason why he still had a breath of air was just that Yang Si still had something to say to himself.

"Hey~~~ careless! Careless! "Sure enough, it's worthy of being the super brain of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and it's really worthy of the wise man Yang Si! He did not hesitate to use his body as bait to close the distance between each other, and then took advantage of his distraction for this sudden change to use a rare Mongolian wrestling technique in the Central Plains to defeat the enemy, which made it impossible to prevent it. Defeated in the hands of such a smart and desperate opponent, what else do you have to say? If you want to regret it, the last thing you should do is to think that your martial arts are good and come to assassinate Yang Si. If you want to kill Yang Si, it is absolutely impossible to rely on good martial arts alone! Du Tuzeng couldn't help but sigh, feeling the breath of death! (To be continued.) )