Wang Taiping recalled this day, it was probably the fastest run in his life, compared to the one that was caught by mistake, it was like a turtle crawling.

This is the time when this thief wants to see the fast arrester in his life, and the killing god kicked the head of the patrol as a ball, and showed a mouth full of white teeth and smiled brightly at him and the group of frightened soldiers. The terrified Wang Taiping fled, and the newcomer followed closely behind the old woman Zhou, who was so weak that she couldn't run.

With an extra hundred catties of weight on his body, Wei Changpan was only half a minute slower than Wang Taiping when he started to run Let the latter be a little impressed, if it weren't for the fact that the current situation was too critical, he would have to be drawn into their group of thieves, Wangfeng is a first-class good player.

"Brother Wei" Wang Taiping gasped, he had not been active in the prison for too long, and there were some signs of cramps in his calves and stomach after running for a while, "Where are we going?" ”

"My master's place. "Wei Changpan didn't look back, he could kill Xiao Qian and the person who patrolled the capital, killing him and Wang Taiping would definitely only be easier, maybe it would be a four-story or five-story demon. It doesn't matter if you can't beat and run away, you know that you can't beat and stupidly rush up to die, don't report his teacher's name, he Qian Second Master can't afford to lose this face.

That guy followed unhurriedly, always maintaining a distance of seven or eight feet, Wei Changpan occasionally turned around, and he could see the face of that guy through the beard that was blown away by the wind, and he was just a person when he looked horizontally and vertically, how could he do such a thing as taking off people's heads at every turn?

As if hearing the question in Wei Changpan's heart, the middle-aged man's pace suddenly accelerated, and the distance of seven or eight zhang was shortened to four or five zhang in an instant, and there were a few eerie laughs. Wang Taiping only hated his parents at this time, and at the same time, he ran away, completely ignoring whether there was any obstruction in front of him, closed his eyes and silently thought in his heart, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child, and today I should not die, and I ask the Buddha and Bodhisattva to bless me to escape today.

About the Bodhisattva has never liked to hold Buddha's feet temporarily, he has no intention of sheltering Wang Taiping, he closed his eyes and ran away and was tripped by a broom that he didn't know who fell on the street, and he fell on his back, and he didn't care about scolding Wang Taiping, who threw three or four, felt cold, you must know that you usually fall and fall, and then you can follow a guy who wants to die....

There was a hot breath on the back of his neck, and Wang Taiping didn't need to use his brain to think that there was someone behind him.... At this hour, it was dark and rumbling, and there were still any vendors and pedestrians on the street?

Dear mother!

Wang Taiping finally fainted neatly this time.

The middle-aged man scratched the tangled messy hair behind him, he didn't comb for a long time, it is estimated that the lice and fleas in it have multiplied for an unknown number of generations, he is very itchy, so he is very unhappy, and if he is not happy, he wants to cut people's heads.

There was a punch coming.

With a flick of his hand, the attacking man flew to the side, and the loose arm that punched was mostly useless if there was no good doctor to treat it.

Wei Changpan got up and threw another left fist.

It's another flick without the smell of fireworks.

A wooden cabinet on the side of the street was smashed to pieces by a strong force, and Wei Changpan was trapped in it, coughing incessantly, and blood foam was spilling out of his mouth, obviously hurting his heart and lungs.

The pain spread all over the limbs, and it was obvious that Wei Changpan still broke three bones with this trick, and if he didn't recuperate for two or three months, it would be difficult to walk on the ground.

The middle-aged man who stepped on his lower abdomen again and unconsciously narrowed the distance finally spoke, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant:

"Don't show up yet, then I'm not going to spare his life?"

There was still silence all around, except for the sound of jackdaws.

At the moment when he was about to exert his strength, someone in the shadow of Wei Changpan's left hand took the person's lower body with a kick.

Looking at its movements, it is inevitable that the experienced Jianghu people will smile, the Jianghu sects are different, but this ancestral flirting leg is skillful in all sects. In the fair and honest duel, it is mostly regarded as the next three indiscriminate tricks, but it is the enemy who must be saved, after all, a man in the world, who wants to be injured in his lower body?

The middle-aged man really retracted, only a pair of pants that were so tattered that he couldn't see any style on his body, and the rest of his skin was bare, and he used the same move to face the upper.

It was almost impossible to distinguish the two muffled sounds before and after, and Wei Changpan's face twitched.

Qian Erye was dressed in close-fitting black, but a belly protruded from the middle, and his appearance was slightly funny. With a lot of strength, it was impossible for him to withdraw halfway, so he had to exchange kicks with this middle-aged man.

The two of them retracted their legs at the same time, took three steps back, and reached out to cover their lower bodies and rub them gently.

After a while, the two figures were intertwined again, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged three moves.

"It's just a four-story martial artist like you in this poor country? ”

The middle-aged man had the strength to speak when he blocked Qian Erye's punch, and Qian Erye's face was very bad. forcibly handed out another kick to force this person back, Qian Erye turned his head and yelled at Wei Changpan, who was holding a loose right hand and standing up with difficulty: "Go find your master!"

Wei Changpan gritted his teeth and threw something to Qian Erye and turned to leave.

Looking at the dagger in his hand, Qian Erye couldn't cry or laugh, according to what ordinary people think, there is a blade in his hand, and the enemy naturally has a better chance of winning, but when he reaches the realm of a four-story building, he is not a skilled short blade with his bare hands, but he has to go to many changes out of thin air, if this dagger can't kill the enemy with one blow, then the opponent is much more likely to exchange injuries for life, which is also the reason why ordinary fists and feet martial artists do not carry swords with them.

solemnly put the dagger into his arms, and the man in front of him said helplessly: "In these years, martial artists and people can be so distracted, it seems that the rivers and lakes in this realm are really not as good as one generation after another." ”

". Second Master Qian sneered: "I didn't see you take advantage of it just now, how can you be bigger than anyone else, come to grandson, if you don't beat your grandfather down today, you will kneel down and cough a few times, and you can't say that grandpa will spare your life as soon as he is happy." ”

"Grandpa. ”

Second Master Qian's pupils suddenly narrowed.

There was a loud thunderous sound on the ground, and Qian Erye's whole body was embedded in the brick wall on the street.

The middle-aged man's kick was almost to the fourth-floor martial arts building Qi cultivation realm Qian Erye couldn't see clearly, so he flew up in the clouds, the middle-aged man stuck Qian Erye's neck with his left hand, and hit Qian Erye's abdomen with a fist with his right hand.

"Grandpa. ”

"Eh, grandson. ”

One punch.

"Grandpa. ”

"Eh, grandson, come and hit grandpa. ”

Another punch

"Grandpa. ”

"Grandson, this is not the strength, and it's hard to scratch it. ”

Another punch.

The second master of Qian, who was bleeding from seven orifices, used his last bit of strength to call out his grandson, and after being punched again, he was silent, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

casually threw Qian Erye aside like garbage, and the middle-aged man opened his arms and breathed heavily.

It snowed heavily tonight in Qishan County, and the middle-aged man was exposed to his upper body, with only a pair of ragged pants on his lower body, but his body was churning hot, as if he was not afraid of the cold at all.

The middle-aged man who used his palm as a knife to cut off his thick beard and facial contours looked indifferent, as if he had just killed two three-story martial artists and seriously injured the first- and four-story martial artists who were in a coma.

The middle-aged man looked abruptly into the street.

Someone came with a gun, a white beard and white hair, and stepped on the snow.

Finally, the middle-aged man with a smile on his face solemnly saluted the comer.

The man stood still.

The barrel of the gun behind him, which had been enshrined in the Zhang family ancestral hall all day long, was finally loaded with the head of the gun.

The name of the gun hits the mountain.

Gun bearer Zhang Wu.

Behind Zhang Wu were all the soldiers of Qishan County.

Sixty men lined up in front with spears, and twenty men with bows in the rear.

After fighting for a long time, the middle-aged man who still didn't care at all broke the sky and looked solemn.

Not because of the soft bows that didn't have the right heads, but because of the gun and the man with it.

"Master. The middle-aged man opened his mouth in words that no one present had thought of, "Are you okay all these years?"

Zhang Wu was speechless.

Before Qian Cai, there was a person under his disciple who was the most talented and diligent.

It is the middle-aged man in front of him.

Zhang Wu's face was full of bitterness.

"What is the reason for killing that person all over the house back then, master, how can you not know?" The middle-aged man's tone finally made waves, but the resentment in it was monstrous.

In a trance, Zhang Wu recalled the past.

Zhang Wu, who retired from the army, rode a thin military horse and carried a gun, and walked slowly on a small road, the trail was difficult to walk, and Zhang Wu, who had already been tempered by decades of military career, was also slow, and from time to time took off the wine gourd hanging on the gun and took two sips, so he could travel twenty or thirty miles in a day. As soon as the sky was dark, Zhang Wu built a bonfire beside the road, and slept on the ground for the night, and got on the horse as soon as the sky was clear. It's not that there is no way to block the road, it's just that a five-story martial artist is more than enough to start a sect in a county, and most of these rural villagers are just rough fists, and if they are in a good mood, they kick aside, and if they are in a bad mood, they will be shot.

Zhang Wu slowly pulled out the gun.

After three or five days, Zhang Wu, who finally saw the wine flag fluttering in the countryside, was in a good mood, and it was rare to urge the military horses under him, and the horses that had been able to survive his old age after the battle array were snorting and driving two miles, or Zhang Wu on the horse was anxious, but no matter how to urge the old horse, it could only be so fast at most, and Zhang Wu, who was eager to rush to the big bowl to drink wine and eat a large piece of meat, simply dismounted and galloped, relying on the five-story martial arts physique, faster than the galloping horse.

The middle-aged man has a lower body, his face is hideous and twisted, his eyes are oozing blood, and the five fingers of his hands are in the shape of claws, which is obviously an evil kung fu on the rivers and lakes.

When he was about to run to the wine flag, Zhang Wu, whose ears and eyes were much sharper than ordinary people, heard a whimper in the grass on the side of the path, and when he opened it, he saw that it was a young man with his hands and feet bound, and a rag was blocked in his mouth. Since then, in addition to a horse by Zhang Wu's side, there is also a handsome young man who never wants to talk about his background.

The middle-aged man who couldn't suppress his murderous nature roared, and on all fours he galloped like a beast, and rushed straight at Zhang Wu, who was holding a gun.

The middle-aged man who killed all the people that day was shot into the Juque cave by Zhang Wuyi, and the martial arts in his body were really angry and the wild horse ran wild, so he was captured.

The middle-aged man with seven or eight painless and itchy feather arrows inserted in his body did not lose his momentum.

Then Zhang Wugun came out like a tiger.