Seeing that these two people failed to succeed, Sun Hu scolded in his heart, "Waste." Seeing that his face was not good, the half-bald man shouted repeatedly: "If you go up again, you two will entangle him, and the rest will jump over and chase after him." ”

Two strong cultivators rushed forward again with four arms of silver light Dasheng, and at the same time, two more cultivators jumped high one after the other, about to leap over Zhang Zhao's head.

Zhang Zhao put away the knife and danced the stick, and the two cultivators with silver arms swung their fists and collided with Zhang Zhao's broken immortal, at this time, a brilliant sword light suddenly lit up, and the two people who were frightened by the bow bird hurriedly jumped back, who knew that this sword light was soaring into the sky.

The flying whirl swept past the cultivator who was about to jump over Zhang Zhao's head, and gently fell back into Zhang Zhao's hand, bursting out of the sky with blood light, startling the cultivator behind him to jump back with a somersault.

Zhang Zhao, who succeeded with the blow of the "Cave Heaven Slash", crossed his chest with the immortal cross of the immortal cross, and let the blood spilled from the sky stain his head and body, and the cultivator above him didn't even let out a scream, and flew forward in the air for more than a moment, and the body fell separately.

"What a ruthless boy. The half-bald man didn't wait for Sun Hu to give another order, took the lead in striding forward, jumped up halfway through his body, and bounced hard with his feet on the tree on his side, and his whole body immediately rolled up, his hands and feet were magnificent, and he smashed towards Zhang Zhao like a windmill.

This style of "splitting and hanging the golden curtain" is the proud kung fu of this half-bald man, among these people hired by Sun Hu, he is the highest cultivator, at this time he exerts all his strength, and the rest of the cultivators who have seen the half-bald man kill countless strong people with this move are all nodding secretly.

The knife light in Zhang Zhao's hand rose again, "Hengtian Chop", "Extreme Sky Chop", "Yangtian Chop", "Huatian Chop", "Zongtian Chop" and "Zhu Tian Chop" six styles in one, facing the half-bald man's stormy fists and feet, seeing that the two of them were fighting, Zhang Zhao seemed to have been hit by a few punches and kicks, and the rest of the cultivators were about to shout, and Zhang Zhao's right hand, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, suddenly smashed out.

There was a crisp sound of "click", the two figures separated, Zhang Zhao stood in place and stood still, but the half-bald man slowly retreated, followed the footsteps and gradually staggered, and fell heavily on his back before his companions reached out to help him.

A fist-sized hole was deep in the middle of his chest, and blood gushed out. The half-bald man, whose eyes gradually lost concentration, blistered a few blood bubbles in his mouth, and said the last words of his life: "This business is a loss...... loss"

"Boss Wang is dead? How is this possible?" Not only did Sun Hu and others come up with this idea, but even Zhang Zhao, who had caused all this with his own hands, couldn't believe it. He just did his best, hoping to hold these people back for a little longer. Unexpectedly, in just three or two strokes, two cultivators died at his hands one after another.

The martial artists of the Upper Three Realms can condense and form, but the flesh and blood body is still invincible to the sword after all. What's more, most of these people hired by Sun Hu were mediocre people, if it weren't for the strange environment after the end of the life and death realm, even if it was to deal with Mo Junfeng and the others who were holding famous swords, it would take a lot of effort.

When Zhang Zhao broke into the Lingxiao camp alone at night in that crystal vein battle, he had already killed four Upper Three Realm Daoists, but Han Chi, the only person who knew about it, was killed in the subsequent Lingxiao battle, and Zhang Zhao's short-lived martial arts cultivation was also drowned out by his own credit.

On weekdays, Zhang Zhao had always thought that the cultivators of the Upper Three Realms who could exude brilliance on their bodies were insurmountable existences, but after repeated hard encounters, he found that these people in front of him were not as invincible as he thought.

Sun Hu's right eye kept jumping, and he reached out and rubbed it a few times, but his face twitched. An indescribable sense of frustration welled up in him, a feeling that had haunted him since he had been expelled from Lingxiao more than thirty years ago. Every time the situation gets out of hand, it gets more and more intense.

"Retreat. Although Sun Hu's order was unexpected by the rest of the cultivators, it was exactly what everyone wanted. They hugged Sun Hu and quickly retreated. Zhang Zhao, who was full of spirits, didn't expect this to be the result, and he instinctively chased after him with a knife and stick.

In just a moment, Sun Hu and the others retreated to the place where they had just set up an ambush, and this time Zhang Zhao did not stand still, but followed them all the way into the open area.

Sun Hu fell into the trap set by Lingxiao last time, not only did his red-clothed bandits wipe out, but also wiped out the other two alliances. Although he escaped by chance, he was also greatly injured. When the realm of life and death appeared, Sun Hu remembered what he had accidentally learned before, so he did everything he could, and went to the Xuanshui area to invite more than 20 cultivators to make a final effort.

Seven of the twenty-one martial artists who practiced fists and feet had lost their bones along with the nameless female cultivator, and two more had just been killed and injured by Zhang Zhao, and the loss was nearly half. If you are still there, a few people rush up, I am afraid that there will be no way out.

After all, he has been a bandit leader for decades, Sun Hu's judgment is still far beyond the rest, at this time he no longer has the luxury of catching up with Mo Junfeng and others, just thinking that Zhang Zhao will not dare to chase alone, he will take these people and retreat and then find another way.

Who knew that Zhang Zhao was in hot pursuit like a newborn calf, and actually rushed into the ambush they had originally set up, and was surrounded by thirteen people, including Sun Hu.

"The kid is arrogant, do you really want to kill them all?" Sun Hu saw that Zhang Zhao had lost his land and was caught in front and back, and said hatefully: "Everyone go together, do this kid, and the reward we said before will be doubled." ”

The twelve cultivators shouted in unison, and the brilliance on their bodies burst out, although they felt that Zhang Zhao would kill the most powerful half-bald man among them in a few moves, but this was not the valley road just now, there were many people and Sun Hu's promise, and they all rushed forward with their own stunts.

Zhang Zhao, who felt that he was indeed a little reckless, had no time to regret it, and seeing that he was surrounded by people from front to back, left and right, the golden light in Zhang Zhao's mind spread out. At this moment, it was as if everything around him had slowed down, and the cultivators with different moves were clearly aware of their every move.

When the twelve cultivators who were two or three feet away from Zhang Zhao took the first step, the trajectory of each person approaching appeared in Zhang Zhao's mind, and the order of the performance was only a fraction of a centimeter clear.

Under such tremendous pressure, Zhang Zhao's potential was fully stimulated. He lunged forward with his knees slightly bent and attacked almost simultaneously with the enemy. The left hand shook left and right without fighting, and the "Void Sky Slash" sword light was unpredictable, dazzling the nearest cultivator who rushed directly in front of him with blue glow in his hands.

The false move has not been exhausted, and the bloody light has crossed the cultivator's throat, Zhang Zhao's right hand broke the immortal and hit the crook of the leg that a cultivator next to him kicked hard, and the sound of broken bones had not yet sounded, and the "Qingtian Slash" that followed the trend had been heavily chopped on the cultivator's chest.

The two cultivators stroked their throats and hugged their chests before they fell, Zhang Zhao was stubborn, and a ball of sword light of "Yao Tian Chop" cut through the waists of the two strong cultivators with injuries on their arms, and the four shining silver fists had just touched Zhang Zhao's bra and hung down weakly.

Between the lightning and the fire, the rest of the cultivators had already pounced, or pointed or hooked, or legs or knees to kill and slammed down, Zhang Zhao's body was like a breeze blowing willows, squeezing through the corpses of the four cultivators in front of him who had not yet fallen down, and the two strokes of the immortal "An Tian Chop" and "Qinglong Tail Swinging" in his hands came out together, and one of the cultivators who pounced fell to the ground.

I don't know who punched him on the back shoulder, Zhang Zhao endured the pain and his fighting spirit was undiminished, and he turned around and pounced on him after just avoiding the siege of everyone. "Lotte Chop", "Heavy Sky Chop" and "Mangtian Chop" three styles are stacked on top of each other, passing from the side. A cultivator who didn't have time to turn around was stabbed dozens of times with the skin on his back.

At this time, Zhang Zhao was kicked in the waist by a backleg, one stumbled and before he could stand firmly, a cultivator had already rushed forward, and his fists hit Zhang Zhao's chest before he could exert force, and he was smashed by the swept Broken Immortal and fell to the ground.

One of the remaining cultivators had ten fingers on both hands, holding the broken immortal that Zhang Zhao had not had time to take back tightly with one hand, and probing Zhang Zhao's throat with the other hand. Zhang Zhao was about to return the knife and slash back, but his persistent wrist was dragged by someone who sacrificed his life.

"Drink" Zhang Zhao saw that the hand that locked his throat was near, he exhaled with all his strength, his body fell straight back, his arms shook hard, and he lost his target under the claws of the cultivator, but there was a huge force from his other hand, and he couldn't help but turn over Zhang Zhao's head.

The fingers of his left hand were hooked in the indisputable knife hole, and Zhang Zhao's "Heavenly Slash" blade slashed inward to cut a pair of wrists that were dragging his arm, and the "Heavenly Slash" that rotated outward dragged the cultivator from chest to abdomen with a long wound.

The cultivator who broke his wrists and was disemboweled, he was really ruthless, and he still threw himself down with his last breath, so that Zhang Zhao, who was lying on his back, couldn't get up for a while.

Zhang Zhao, who fell to the ground, flipped up his right hand, shook his hand and shook it, and the "Oolong Vomit Letter" hit the door of a cultivator who was about to raise his foot to step on it. At this moment, two cultivators rose into the air. One knelt down on Zhang Zhao's lower abdomen, and the other pressed his feet together, and his body swirled like a spinning top to Zhang Zhao's head and face.

Zhang Zhao raised his left hand, and the layers of "Ascension Slash" sword light surged up like a glow, and the knee pressed down, and the cultivator was stabbed in the air again and again, and after the direction was deflected, he knelt on Zhang Zhao's thigh and fell to the ground. Zhang Zhao, who didn't have time to feel the sharp pain in his legs, tilted his head vigorously, and the feet of another cultivator who fell from the air fell several inches beside his head.

The cultivator who had made a deep pit in the ground on his toes had not yet been able to secure himself, and a sword light rose from the bottom up, reaching his throat. At this time, the cultivator who was thrown over his head by Zhang Zhao had just turned around and saw that the last companion had been killed by the "Heaven Watching Slash". The Hook Finger Cultivator was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, he had no fighting spirit, and he ran towards the valley road without looking back.

A ball of shining sword light rushed from his side, rushed in front of him and rolled back, and the hooked cultivator only felt a chill on his neck, and after running a few steps, he fell to the ground weakly. After killing the last opponent with "slashing from the sky", he circled back without a fight and fell into the hands of Zhang Zhao, who had just stood up.

Although there were a few pains on his body, Zhang Zhao, who was covered in dust, was still full of pride. After fighting and killing the twelve Upper Three Realm cultivators with his own strength, he finally realized that his strength had already greatly exceeded his expectations.

Seeing Zhang Zhao leaning over and picking up the black stick and turning around, Sun Hu's mind was already in a mess. Although his cultivation has broken through the upper three realms, he doesn't even have the long knife by his side, and when it comes to actual combat, any one lying on the ground is much stronger than him.

In fact, Zhang Zhao never appeared in Sun Hu's plan from beginning to end, but such a person whose name he only knew today easily shattered his last desire for revenge.

"Don't come here. Looking at Zhang Zhao, who was gradually approaching, Sun Hu panicked, and while he desperately retreated, he was still wondering if he had another nightmare in his mind.

Sun Hu has dreamed countless times that he was cornered, but the object that woke him up in a cold sweat was definitely not Zhang Zhao. Sun Hu, whose eyes were almost jumping into a ball, suddenly remembered something, he took out the black necklace and injected the aura throughout his body, and threw it between himself and Zhang Zhao: "Master Tiger and you will die together." ”

Zhang Zhao vaguely knew that this necklace must be very powerful, but neither of them waited for the expected thing to happen. After the necklace fell to the ground, there was no reaction at all, and in the subsequent eyes, the eyes of Zhang Zhao and Sun Hu were full of questions.

Sun Hu rushed up with a loud shout, stepped on the necklace and stepped on it: "You are explosive, explode for Lao Tzu." His voice was filled with anger and despair. Both hands took out a few fairy crystals from their arms, threw them on the necklace, and smashed them together.

No matter how much he tossed, the necklace still didn't react at all, not even a trace of black light came out. Zhang Zhao watched the monkey show and made a fuss for a while with Sun Hu jumping and screaming, and then he said softly: "That's enough." ”

Only at this moment, Sun Hu was already sweating profusely, he listened to Zhang Zhao's words and sat down, staring at the necklace and gradually becoming crazy, he shouted at Zhang Zhao: "Enough, of course enough, even this broken thing is against the Tiger Master, no matter what is against the Tiger Master." ”

"What the hell are you?" Sun Hu stared at Zhang Zhao's face as if he wanted to keep his appearance in mind: "How old are you?

Looking at the corpses over there, Sun Hu's face was even more crazy: "Waste, it's all waste." I can't even kill a hairy boy, the tiger master is really blind......" He screamed a few times, his voice gradually lowered, and finally he was even more lonely: "The tiger master is really blind." ”

He raised his eyes to look at Zhang Zhao, who was expressionless, and laughed wildly: "Why do you have to chase after you? Why don't you turn around and go back? If you don't chase after you, these people won't die, so you killed them, and you can't blame Tiger Master and me." Ahaha......"

After laughing a few times, Sun Hu suddenly relieved and his general tone calmed down: "Kill me, kill me like killing them." He closed his eyes at Zhang Zhao and muttered, "Whoever dies can't blame Master Hu." ”

Zhang Zhao heard Sun Hu's strange words, and the whole person sat down without fighting spirit, sensing with soul sense, only to feel that he was full of endless bitterness, and there was a sense of expectation that he would finally be liberated.

"Boy, why don't you do it yet?" Sun Hu sat on the ground, all these years of running around were erupting at this moment, and he didn't even bother to move a little finger on his body, he just looked forward to coming head-on and ending it all quickly.

"Senior, since revenge has made your life so painful, why didn't you let go of those grievances earlier?" Zhang Zhao felt that although Sun Hu was fierce on the outside, his bitterness could not be disguised: "Isn't it better to be like Wu Shibo and Li Shibo?"

When Sun Hu heard his words, his eyes were fierce: "Little hairy child, you know a fart, how can the tiger master be as unseeded as them?" Facing Zhang Zhao's pure eyes, he finally gave up the hard support, sighed and said: "How can I be like them? ”

"Have you heard Li Mengshan talk about what happened back then? Do you know how that incident started back then?" Sun Hu clasped his knees with his hands, looking at him like he couldn't live to death, Zhang Zhao thought for a while: "I heard that it was a miscellaneous disciple who was injured by someone, and it caused a big mess later. ”

"Hahaha...... Let go, how can I let go?" Sun Hu laughed wildly a few times, his voice gradually turned sad, he bent his thumb and pointed at the tip of his nose, and said in a miserable voice: "Because the one who beats people is you and me." ”

"Who would have known that just beating such a kid would cause such a big thing?" Sun Hu recounted in a demented voice: "All of a sudden, everything changed. They rushed up like a tidal wave, killing one after another. ”

He pointed to the scar on his face and smirked, "I was stepped on my face by them for I don't know how many times, but I still have to accompany the smiling face." He imitated his own appearance, looking pitiful and funny: "I also persuaded my father to open the door of the main hall." ”

Sun Hu laughed in a low voice with a hint of pride: "If I hadn't persuaded the temple door to open, they would all have to die inside." He looked up at Zhang Zhao, his eyes full of longing to be recognized: "Really, if it weren't for me, they would all die inside." ”

Seeing that Zhang Zhao seemed to be nodding, Sun Hu's mouth opened but no laughter came out, and he was full of sadness when he remembered something: "But as a result, we were all driven out of Lingxiao and driven down the mountain like wild dogs." ”

"They didn't speak, but I knew they were blaming me in their hearts, and they were thinking that it was because of me, and the people in the deacon's hall would die. Sun Hu had a self-deprecating look on his face: "Even my father looks at me the same." ”

"They all thought that without me, those people in the deacon hall would not have died. Everything will be the way it was. Sun Hu opened his mouth half-open, letting tears flow into his mouth.

"Even if I lead people out to take revenge and kill one after another Lingxiao's people, they must still blame me in their hearts. Each of them blames me. Sun Hu stuck out his tongue and tasted his tears: "Is it really all my fault?"

"Why does everyone blame me?" Sun Hu's face gradually became hideous: "The tiger master doesn't know that it was a trap deliberately set by Lingxiao, they were taken to the nest, but they still have to blame the tiger master's head." ”

"Sun Hu, did you bring them here?" He learned from the way those bandits found out that Lingxiao and the others were following him to kill, and his face was even more painful: "The world is so big, there is no place for me to stay in Master Hu." Whoever has something to blame has to blame me. ”

"Everyone hates me, the people of Lingxiao hate me, our own people hate me, and even the tiger master hates myself. Sun Hu burst into tears: "What is the right thing to do? If I can go back to the past, I would rather kneel down and beg them." ”

"It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault. Sun Hu cried out in tears: "If I can go back to the past, I can do whatever I want." Can you go back? The people around me are all dead, but I am the only one who is still alive. ”

"Everyone's death is my fault. Sun Hu pointed to the corpses of those cultivators on the ground and shouted, "No matter who died, it was the Tiger Master who was to blame." Tiger Master is not afraid. ”

After yelling for a long time, Sun Hu gradually relaxed: "It's been thirty years, and I don't understand what all this is for, I just hit that kid a few times that day." He looked up at Zhang Zhao and his expression calmed down: "Thank you for listening to me say so much." Do me another favor and kill me. ”

Zhang Zhao listened to Sun Hu say all this, confirming what Li Mengshan said and knew that what Sun Hu said was true, looking at Sun Hu who was covered with snot and tears on his white beard, but the knife in his hand couldn't fall no matter what.

"Everyone's final result is self-inflicted, and no one can blame it. Facing Sun Hu's surprised gaze, Zhang Zhao pointed to the corpse behind him: "If they hadn't killed people for Xianjing, they wouldn't have died in my hands." ”

"If those bandits had let go of their hatred earlier, they wouldn't have been killed by Gu Shibo and them. Zhang Zhao explained one by one: "Uncle Wu, they couldn't think about it at first, but they finally chose to return to Lingxiao, and now they are also doing well." ”

"I haven't experienced what happened back then, but listening to Uncle Li, it must be caused by the deep resentment accumulated over the years, so naturally I can't blame you alone. ”

Sun Hu was stunned when he heard this, and then couldn't help but burst into tears: "Don't blame me, really don't blame me." He rushed over and hugged Zhang Zhao's leg and cried, shouting like a bosom friend: "I really don't blame me, thank you." ”

It took half an hour for Sun Hu, who was over the age of six, to gradually stop his grief, and when he realized the current situation, he let go of Zhang Zhao and slowly retreated: "Okay, I'm done crying, let's do it." ”

Zhang Zhao asked casually: "If you don't die, what do you have to do, do you want to continue to take revenge?" Sun Hu smiled bitterly: "What else do I have to take revenge? This opportunity is so good, it has been disturbed by you kid." ”

Looking up to the sky and sighing, Sun Hu closed his eyes and said: "After crying, I also understand, no matter how many people I kill, I can't go back to the past." He recalled the grass and trees on Lingxiao: "I haven't seen each other for more than 30 years, and I don't know what Lingxiao is like now." ”

"Senior, if you can let go of your hatred, you may not be able to go back to Lingxiao to see it with your own eyes. Zhang Zhao's words made Sun Hu suddenly open his eyes: "What do you mean, you don't kill me?" He asked again: "You dare not kill me?"

"There's nothing to dare or not, as long as the seniors promise not to be enemies with Lingxiao in the future, this time the matter will end here, you and I will go our own way. Zhang Zhao's words made Sun Hu incredulous: "Boy, are you crazy, aren't you afraid to go back and be blamed?"

Sun Hu wiped his nose and said, "How can you easily believe the words of others? If I regret it in the future and find someone to come back to take revenge, how can you explain to Lingxiao's gang?"

(End of chapter)