Like waves crashing against the sand dunes, Jiang He was a little unstable, although he was standing behind Hu Xiaoliu, the majestic heaven and earth vitality still scraped Jiang He's face a little painfully. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A thunderclap came from the distant dark clouds, but no sound was heard, and the whole alley was silent, and the raindrops were stagnant in the air, like a piece of brocade that had been cut.

The oil-paper umbrella that looked tattered finally arrived in front of Zhang Wuye, Zhang Wuye raised his hand and held the barrier knife across his chest, the small barrier knife was a little ridiculous compared to Hu Xiaoliu's monstrous momentum.

The rain finally fell on the green bricks, like a long-lost old man, silent and silent when they saw each other.

With a loud bang, Zhang Wuye crashed into the stone fence by the Fu River.

Hu Xiaoliu held the umbrella and panted slightly.

Jiang He looked at Zhang Wuye, who was sitting on the guardrail, vomited blood, and was silent, he didn't expect Hu Xiaoliu's strength to be so strong, and it was very likely that he was already a strong man in the late stage of Tonghui Realm.

"Hey... It's amazing. Zhang Wuye raised his head slowly, there was a trace of dirty blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, more blood was coming out of his throat, he couldn't suppress it, the black shirt on his body was all broken, and the barrier knife was broken into two and lay quietly at his feet.

Hu Xiaoliu didn't answer him, but turned the tip of the umbrella and stepped on the rain to rush again.

Jiang He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and a cold aura was already aimed at him. The Mighty Combat Weapon of the Imperial Guard!

"Be careful!" Jiang He shouted at Hu Xiaoliu.

Several feathered arrows flew towards the alley.

The Thousand Machine Crossbow is built by the Ministry of War, only for the Imperial Forest Army, the design is ingenious, and it is called the Thousand Machine Crossbow, and the crossbow arm is made of a mixture of high-quality cotton bamboo and mountain mulberry wood, which is full of elasticity, and is three or even five times that of an ordinary bow and crossbow. And the more terrifying thing about the Qianji crossbow is that the rate of fire is extremely high and the accuracy is extremely strong, so it is strictly controlled by the DPRK and China.

Jiang He didn't have time to think about where these thousand-machine crossbows came from, and the force under his feet instantly rolled to the corner of the wall, and a crossbow arrow landed where he had just been, deep into the gap in the bluestone slab.

Jiang He carefully stared at the courtyard wall in the depths of the night, the Thousand Machine Crossbow was loaded extremely quickly, and the second wave of crossbow arrows might come in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Hu Xiaoliu opened the umbrella instantly after receiving the warning from the river, Zhenyuan poured into the umbrella handle and umbrella leaves, and more than ten crossbow arrows were inserted in front of his umbrella, Hu Xiaoliu was repelled a few steps by this powerful impact, he leaned against the wall and shouted to the alley: "Donald Laoqi!

After all, the second wave of crossbow arrows did not come like rain again, and only Hu Xiaoliudi's voice echoed in the alley.

As Hu Xiaoliu's voice disappeared completely, a figure jumped out of the wall, holding two thousand-machine crossbows in his hands.

"Hehe, I just want to see if this thing really has that much power. "The person who spoke was hunched back, about forty years old, and his back looked a little shrunken.

Hu Xiaoliu pulled out the Qianji crossbows stuck on the umbrella head one by one, threw them on the ground, and scolded in his mouth: "If Mr. Jiang hadn't reminded him early, Lao Tzu would have been shot into a hornet's nest." ”

Tang Laoqi smiled and apologized again and again.

Jiang He also stood up from the corner of the wall, and several white-clothed subordinates walked out of the alley one after another, carrying corpses in their hands, which were the crossbowmen of the thousand crossbows just now.

Tang Laoqi looked at Jiang He with satisfaction, and then rushed to the bridge with his subordinates, where the shouting and killing had not stopped.

Hu Xiaoliu finally pulled out the last crossbow arrow, he put away his umbrella and walked towards Zhang Wuye, who was sitting on the ground.

The blood at the corner of Zhang Wuye's mouth couldn't stop flowing, he looked at Hu Xiaoliu who came over with a smile, and said softly: "I didn't expect it. The sixth master is so strong now. As he spoke, he couldn't help coughing up again, and the blood foam was washed away by the rain, like a poor puppy squatting in the corner of the night rain.

Hu Xiaoliu raised the umbrella and whispered to Zhang Wuye, who was sitting in front of him: "Today, it was your grandfather and I who won." ”

Zhang Wuye suddenly laughed, his teeth were full of dark red blood, and he looked extremely hideous.

"Hahahaha, Hu Xiaoliu, what if I lose. ”

Hu Xiaoliu looked at him and gave him the last chance to explain his last words, which was a tribute to his ten-year opponent.

Zhang Wuye continued to laugh, blood and rain kept pouring on his face, and finally he stopped laughing and looked at Hu Xiaoliu coldly, "From the beginning, what I said was not to let you lose, but... Let you die ... ”

Hu Xiaoliu finally didn't give him the right to speak anymore, and the umbrella in his hand had already passed through Zhang Wuye's heart.

Zhang Wuye smiled, and then died.

As if to reflect Zhang Wuye's words before he died, I don't know when, two people quietly walked out of the alley.

Two ragged beggars came to the alley, one of them holding a tattered stick, and the other standing silently.

Hu Xiaoliu turned to look at the visitor, he squinted his eyes slightly, and licked the rain at the corner of his mouth.

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A small liquor shop outside the West Market is rarely open on this rainy night.

A chubby middle-aged man sat at a table with a candle lit on the table, a plate of orchid beans and a glass of wine, he picked up an orchid bean and threw it into his mouth, chewing it out with a clicking sound.

A servant stood behind him, unable to see clearly in the darkness behind him, like a shadow.

"Have the beggars passed? The middle-aged man asked, and he took another sip from the bowl.

The "shadow" behind him replied, "Go, and send ten thousand-machine crossbows." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man picked up another orchid bean and threw it into his mouth, and stopped talking.

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Jiang He felt that he was a little unable to move, and tonight's excitement was really a bit too much for him.

The two people in front of him were by no means simple beggars, Jiang He didn't even hear their footsteps and breathing, let alone know when these two people came to this alley, and Jiang He didn't draw his sword from beginning to end, because he knew that this was not the level he could participate in at all.

Hu Xiaoliu adjusted his breathing again, and the vitality in his body seemed to have recovered a little, and he said to the two people in the alley: "It seems that there are still afterthoughts." ”

The two beggars didn't answer him, and rushed in the blink of an eye, Hu Xiaoliu felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and his clothes made a whirring sound in the rain.

The two of them went one after the other, the former raised the wooden stick in his hand and smashed it towards Hu Xiaoliu's door, while the latter attacked Hu Xiaoliu from the side.

Hu Xiaoliu shouted, the umbrella in his hand stabbed forward, and at the same time, his left hand turned into a palm, and a cloud of cold ice crystals flew out of his palm.

The dark clouds in the sky finally dispersed a lot, and the rain was no longer so heavy, but it was still drifting, and the moon was still dim and unreal.

A gust of wind blew, and the rain spread out diagonally with the wind and fell into the homes of ordinary people.

The wooden stick and the paper umbrella in Hu Xiaoliu's hand finally collided together, and a wave of air shot out from the middle of the two, and the rain on the ground around them was instantly evaporated and dried!

A wave of heat and a cold, Jiang He stood at the end of the alley, as if he had entered a strange space, with flames on the left and the ocean on the right, he didn't dare to move, and he couldn't move, he could only watch the battle carefully, feeling the vitality of the riot between heaven and earth.

He finally knew Hu Xiaoliudi's intentions, watched a thousand swords and recognized the weapon, and practiced a thousand songs and knew the sound. Only by being in such a situation can he know how to accurately control and use the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and he even wanted to close his eyes and meditate, but he didn't dare, so he had to carefully feel that at the same time, he put the sword in the best place to pull it out.

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The heat wave finally dissipated, the ice crystals also melted back into water droplets, the beggar was still standing at the mouth of the alley, and Hu Xiaoliu had fallen in the corner, and the umbrella in his hand was only a skeleton at this time, bare and a little pitiful.

"The two masters of the late stage of the Tonghui Realm really look up to your grandfather. Hu Xiaoliu spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and a tooth that was knocked out. There were several holes in his white clothes, and blood flowed slowly from those holes, blooming on his body like a different kind of red flower.

The two beggars had cold eyes and expressionless faces, and walked towards Hu Xiaoliu step by step.

Jiang He held the sword and was about to make a move, he couldn't watch Hu Xiaoliu die, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out of this alley today. But before he could take a tight step, he stopped again, because Hu Xiaoliu waved his hand at him, and then smiled confidently.

Hu Xiaoliu wiped his face full of rain, and slowly stood up with his hand holding the handle of the umbrella. His right hand holding the umbrella shook vigorously, and the wooden skeleton of the umbrella in his hand shattered, revealing a black iron sword wrapped in the umbrella.

The iron sword was black and looked very ordinary, as if it had been made from scrap iron from a blacksmith's shop.

Hu Xiaoliu smiled with difficulty, and said to the two beggars who came over: "Hehe, grandpa, I'm not so easy to kill." ”

The black iron sword in his hand suddenly emitted a burst of cold light, like a hazy moonlight in the dark night...

After speaking, the black iron sword carried an infinite chill and icy cold, and pointed straight at the beggar on the left!