Wen Xiaotian's words are indeed very reasonable, and among many martial arts techniques, the so-called "last strike, first come" and "slow and fast" are also used in such a simple truth-how to say, a real world can't get rid of the rules, isn't it?

If there is really a kind of slow martial arts, it takes half a minute to compare a move, but it can defeat a person who can make several moves in a second...... Unless the one who is slow, has a real King Kong that is not bad, and is not afraid of fighting, but even so, at most, he is undefeated, and it is impossible to defeat the other party.

In fact, the so-called fast and slow is just a visual feeling.

One side needs to cross a distance of nearly two feet to hit you, and you only need to move your hand half a foot to intercept the opponent's attack. If both of you are moving at the same time, is your movement slow? And with the advance and retreat of the last footwork, this process, visually, is naturally more comfortable.

Take the first confrontation between Wen Xiaotian and Qiu Chuji just now, Qiu Chuji was going to grab Yang Tiexin's hand, and Wen Xiaotian killed the hand halfway.

Qiu Chuji's movements were very fast, and he struck first, while Wen Xiaotian struck later, but before Qiu Chuji could achieve his goal, he had already hijacked Qiu Chuji's attack - this is "last to come, first to come".

Wen Xiaotian said very simply, and Qiu nodded sharply. If he hadn't been beaten away by Wen Xiaotian once, it would have been difficult for him to have a first-hand experience of these martial arts concepts, but after experiencing it once, Wen Xiaotian said that among the three listeners, he became the one with the deepest understanding.

"Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years......" Qiu Chuji sighed, "Brother Wen is so old, he has such insight and ability, it is rare to ......"

"The Taoist Drinking ......"

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Qiu Chuji looked outside, and he had the idea of leaving. He had just drank, and he didn't tell his name, and he was leaving at this time, so he hugged his fists and said to the three of them: "Thanks to the hospitality, I'm leaving...... In the future, if there is anything on the rivers and lakes, just report it to the real Changchun Ziqiu......"

"Ah, it's a real ...... Changchun"

"Why should the Taoist be in a hurry?"

As soon as Guo and Yang heard that this person was actually Qiu Chuji, they immediately stopped him enthusiastically. Guo Xiaotian said: "I waited a few months ago to flee here, and I have always heard that the Changchun Zidao of the Quanzhen Sect hoes the strong and helps the weak, supports justice, kills corrupt officials, and punishes bullies, but I don't want to see the real person today." ”

Yang Tiexin also said: "Yes, yes...... My two brothers, nothing else, but they have to let the Taoist master eat, drink, rest, and leave. ”

Qiu Chuji was helpless, and said: "Don't hide it from the two, you can't go if you don't go to the poor road, this time the poor road killed the dog official Wang Daoqian, and this place is around the Jingshi, staying will bring trouble to the two......"

Qiu Chuji simply said the matter, but just after saying it, he heard the sound of horses' hooves outside, Qiu Chuji sighed, and knew that he couldn't go.

"It seems that the officers and soldiers are chasing after you, stay inside, don't come out, you can deal with it."

Qiu Chuji took a deep breath and drew his sword.

Wen Xiaotian also stood up and said, "I'll go help the Taoist." ”

Wen Xiaotian said, and went out empty-handed.

Homicide!

After all, he has to pass this level - what is the way to pass? It's simple, face it.

When Xianjian was in the fourth, although he belonged to Xianxia, some of the main characters could fly away, but there, Wen Xiaotian never killed anyone.

Overcoming the level of killing can make his mentality completely change: only after killing people and seeing blood, can his kung fu be regarded as truly capable of protecting himself. I have never seen blood, I have never killed anyone, and every time I shoot, I will throw a mouse bogey.

"It's a bunch of scum! For this era, they should be cleaned up, and for reality, they are also a group of people who deceive good and fear evil. The army of the Song Dynasty, who were some of them? They have no fighting power, because they themselves are a bunch of hooligans with inscriptions on their faces......"

"Kill them...... Didn't you say that you were the giant of the Mo family? Then the sword mountain and the sea of fire, all of them are dead, don't you dare to kill a hooligan? ”

“……”

While walking out behind Qiu Chu's fuselage, Wen Xiaotian had been thinking about himself in his heart, cheering himself up, and trying to convince himself.

A person who kills a pig, a sheep, or a cow will not have any psychological pressure.

But one is going to kill another...... It doesn't matter if the person is good or bad, black or white or yellow...... But, it's always people.

Killing your own kind always makes people feel in the way.

Wen Xiaotian took a deep breath, his eyes looked at the ground, and his mind gradually became firm.

This is a process, and when it is faced, it is faced.

"Surrounded by ......"

The men in black and the horses made a noisy noise, and they headed towards the mound.

Someone pulled out the small bow and crossbow and fired arrows towards the place where the mound was standing, probably because they felt white and tender, and the little white face like a little girl had no lethality, so the target was not on Wen Xiaotian's body. The sound of the bowstring exploded in Wen Xiaotian's ears, and the sound of breaking wind whizzed by.

"Damn, what am I doing?"

Wen Xiaotian rushed up, and rushed towards the person who released the crossbow arrow. He ran three paces hard, and in three steps he had crossed a full three feet, and then his back shoulder struck the horse's chest, and with a slight turn, he grabbed the horse's right front leg with his right hand, and took the bait with his left hand.

"Click......"

With the momentum of the forward rush, he quickly launched, and Wen Xiaotian broke one of the horse's legs with one move.

The horse let out a terrible scream, and the man in black was overturned to the ground by the horse. Wen Xiaotian listened to the voice, although he didn't have the ability to listen to the sound and distinguish the position, but he swept it with the peripheral vision of his eyes, and then carried the horse's huge body and smashed it towards a black shadow.

"Whew......"

A black shadow was smashed under the horse's body.

A scream, so terrible that it gave people goosebumps all over the body.

Wen Xiaotian pounced on it, one hand held the horse's belly, one leg was half-bent and squatted, but the knee of the other leg drew an arc, vicious, like a crash car hitting the city gate, slamming into the other party's head, just a "click", the red and white brains flowed sideways, but the screams stopped abruptly.

"Hoo ......"

Holding the horse, Wen Xiaotian's eyes widened, staring at the dead man whose head had become like a rotten watermelon.

And just like that, dead.

Before and after, it is definitely less than two seconds.

What is two seconds enough? For Qiu Chuji, two seconds can stab two swords and take three steps. For this man in black, in two seconds, he ran from the yang world to the underworld and went to report to the king of Yama.

Deep, breathe ......

Wen Xiaotian didn't feel disgusted, nausea is not a common thing, at least for Wen Xiaotian, he can still eat in large gulps, even if it is white and red, like a brain on the ground.

About ten seconds passed.

Wen Xiaotian felt that time had passed, as if it had been a long, long time.

"Be careful."

Qiu Chuji let out a thunderous shout that woke Wen Xiaotian up - this is the battlefield, there are a total of more than a dozen people in black, and he only killed one. So now is not the time to untie the knot in a daze, what he should do now is ...... There is no master-like tumbling on the spot.

Because Qiu Chuji told him to be careful, he rolled. Facts have also proved how timely this tumbling was-a mace almost grazed Wen Xiaotian's body and smashed to the ground.

Rolling...... Tumble again......

Then, Wen Xiaotian stood up, lowered his center of gravity, and stared at the man in black with a mace like a cheetah, staring at his feet, staring at his hands - no matter who it was, you could tell from his hands and feet that he was moving next.

The mace slammed into the head.

This time, Wen Xiaotian did not retreat, but advanced. The left arm clenched into a fist hard, and under the white skin, the muscles tensed to the extreme, and it pressed towards the side of the mace, letting go of the nails in front of the mace, blocking this attack, but it also became bloody.

Man is only flesh and blood, and his hardness is not as strong as a mace. It's just that Wen Xiaotian is just grinning.

The mace's owner was unable to launch a second attack.

A dead man can't strike a second time.

Man, already dead.

After Wen Xiaotian blocked his mace, his right fist made a big arc, and then used the key convex in the middle of his index finger and palm as an attack, and with all his strength, he smashed it on the temple of the man in black.

I believe that even if the other party is as strong as a brute bull, the thin bones of the temples can't withstand such a blow.

Thereupon...... The man in black is dead.

The Man in Black falls.

Wen Xiaotian looked at his wound and picked up his mace.

The wound hurts, yes, but that's about it. He still remembered that in the world of Sword and Fairy Four, after he swung his sword 36,000 times, the pain was like a needle pricking fire—he could hold on to that kind of pain, and now it was just a few skin scratches.

The tempering of the fourth fairy sword allowed him to be harsh on himself and bear the pain.

In the Condor Shooting, here, it made him kill for the first time and transformed his mind.

There was no doubt that Wen Xiaotian was terrifying - he released the devil in his heart, and he could even feel that the strength, speed, and reaction of his body were much stronger than in the past. When he hit the opponent's temple just now, he didn't have the slightest strength, and he didn't have any burden in his heart.

Whether it was a broken jar or a broken one, or after letting go of the burden, anyway, when Qiu Chuji was fighting with people, Wen Xiaotian had already solved the two of them.

Previously, Wen Xiaotian was empty-handed, but now Wen Xiaotian has his own weapon-mace.