I was jumping left and right in the misty forest, and the hidden weapons flying from behind me from time to time were too much to guard against, and I could only dance with a stick from time to time. Further on is a stone cliff surrounded by walls on three sides, and walking into it can be said to be a dead end. It is obviously not possible to retreat back under the encirclement and suppression of so many people, and the enemy is constantly flowing and I am alone. As my brain was spinning, the cold light of the knife tips on the left and right flickered, which I dodged and narrowly brushed my ears. I turned around and blocked the sword, and with a sweep of my eyes, I saw a tall tree nearby, and the thought came to me.

I turned around and held my breath, and there was a faint glow on the green bamboo stick. A group of sect members who had chased in front of me turned horrified, and they all withdrew and retreated, a sneer overflowed from the corner of my mouth, and said indifferently: "It's too late!" ”

The stick technique I performed was one of the two great ancestral skills of the beggar gang - the dog stick method. This set of serial stunts has established a great reputation on the rivers and lakes, and I don't know how many knights have died under this trick. The so-called chain is to fight to the end in one go, and after dozens of consecutive blows, the opponent has no continuous bones, blood and qi flow backwards, and he can't afford to fight back, and he has no power to fight back. However, this set of techniques has a single goal and is extremely labor-intensive, so it has to be used with caution.

The stick technique of flowing clouds and water was displayed by me, splitting, picking, sweeping, and stabbing, and the tip of the stick opened the shimmering green leaves, and the blood of the demon spilled all over the ground. In a breath, everyone around them groaned and rolled on the ground, and the mourning was unbearable. But the red-clothed man kept approaching from the other end of the line, and I couldn't help but lean towards the tree. With my back against the trunk of the tree, I clung to my stick and climbed up the trunk with agility while blocking attacks from below, and immediately the masked man climbed up. I kept turning around, clasping a stick in one hand and slashing downwards with a stick, and I knocked down countless enemies. But there was a ruthless character who always confronted me head-to-head without being inferior, and a little cold sweat broke out on his back, and he stabbed me with another sword, almost piercing my ankle. I was forced to keep climbing upwards, and when I saw that I was about to break through the fog, the attack under me became more and more fierce, and I had to keep defending, and the sound of ping-pong was incessant. Suddenly, for a moment I caught a glimpse of the sneering smile that suddenly released from his gloomy eyes, and I was startled, the secret path was not good, and his body had broken through the fog uncontrollably—the vision was clear, and the sun was shining. At the same time, a chill ran down my spine, and my ears keenly caught the sound of the wind breaking through the air, and danger came unexpectedly—crossbow arrows were shooting at me from all directions! I clasped the branch with one hand, calculating the direction and speed of the crossbow arrows in my heart, my waist suddenly exerted force, and the whole body rotated rapidly around the thick trunk, after a few sounds, most of the crossbow arrows have been picked up by the trunk, and for a while they were poked like a sieve, the whole tree shook a few times, the leaves fell like snow, and the arrows that shook violently on the trunk gradually stopped. The sound of "salad" and "salad" crossbow arrows winding, the sound of "squeak" and "creaking" mechanism turning was faint in my ears, and I suddenly felt a chill.

How did the Tang Sect's Thousand Machine Crossbow be used by the Cardinal Sect? Obviously, time does not allow me to think, the fierce enemy below is eyeing the tiger, preparing to launch a fatal blow, front and back, the abdomen and back of the enemy, there is no way to go to the sky, there is no way to enter the ground, how can I escape this level?

The second wave of crossbow bolts is in front of you in an instant, and it's too late!

Wielding a long stick, I quickly made a circle, only to feel a few great blows, and I was forced to crack my tiger's mouth, oozing blood beads. I kicked the trunk of the tree, did a backflip, leaped lightly into the air, and at the same time pulled out a circle of daggers tied around my thighs, and my senses were in full swing, and I threw three crossbow arrows in one hand with all the strength of my hand. The crossbow arrows in all directions immediately lost their crosshairs and fell weakly. Just as I was about to fall back into the thick fog, my pupils suddenly dilated, and the air flow behind me was strong enough to cut through the skin, and I could almost feel a cold light and a backhook knife coming inexorably. There were a few more crossbow arrows under my eyelids, and I gritted my teeth fiercely, flipped over in an instant, and poured all the strength of my whole body into the sturdy club in my hand, and gathered enough strength to take his move. A crossbow arrow was unavoidable, and I let it whizz with the sound of the wind, and it was bound to pierce my kneecap. However, it was the smallest sacrifice I could think of in a short period of time.

A hideous look flashed across the face of the man below, and the coldness grew wider and stronger in his eyes. The sharp pain of the arrow did not come, but the situation did not allow me to doubt, because the two weapons had collided with each other—a tremendous force rolling down the stick in his hand, like a dragon crossing a river. My muscles ached, and I was able to withstand the blow with the advantage of the dive. However, a surprise accident happened - there was a crisp cracking sound, and the upper half of the bamboo stick in his hand flew into nowhere. I was stunned, this green bamboo stick is absolutely extraordinary, the selection is the most vigorous one of the thousands of green bamboos, not to mention my internal force to add it, it should be indestructible, and now it has been cut off, so strange! And the last bit of power of the opponent's charged blow was finally consumed, his face was full of disbelief, the whole person was a little aggrieved, I squinted my eyes - not now, but when!

In addition to the dog-beating stick method, this gang also has another powerful town school - hand-to-hand combat "Dragon Palm"! Now that the weapon is destroyed, it's easier for me to use it!

We were very close to each other, and I took advantage of the situation to fall, and made a set of palm moves in the horrified eyes of the other party, and then slammed a palm into his chest with a thunderous force—

"Kanglong has regrets!"

I saw him roll his eyes, spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell like an arrow from the string, "boom", and the loud sound of human contact with the ground was heard in the deep woods. A commotion below reminded me that the battle was not over, a little cold sweat oozed from my forehead, and most of my strength had been squandered, and I couldn't even climb the knotted branches, and I did a somersault to cushion for a moment, and landed on one knee and fell back to the ground.

The surrounding fallen leaves danced wildly, obviously affected by the strong energy of the duel just now, and rushed down. It seems to be a heavy snow in the first month, but I don't know how many people's corpses will be buried in this heavy snow, and I think it will also include myself.

I was slightly stunned, slowly stood up, and looked around—there was still a lot of confusion in the distance, and I was greeted by a thick fog. Not far away, there were many corpses, and blood flowers bloomed on the ground, almost blending with the gorgeous red clothes. The smell of blood in the air grew thicker.

Confused for a moment, he was suddenly restrained by a body that collided from behind, and a cold and dazzling dagger was across his neck, and the cold blade was tightly pressed against the carotid artery. My eyes froze, and I was about to elbow back, but the dagger fell to the ground, and the man behind me lay straight down.

The hand was suddenly grasped, and it felt cold to the touch, as if it was him who had just hung by a thread-

"How are you?"