The assassin who claimed to be from the deer cutting platform was crumbling after his arms were cut off, but he was still trying to escape from Zhang Wu, but this seriously injured six-story martial arts realm was declining, as if it had burst the embankment, and there was a momentum of pouring thousands of miles, and the realm that originally opened two holes on the six-story building fell to the middle of the five-story building, and still couldn't stop the realm from falling almost straight down.

The Assassin's obscene face twisted in pain and fear, and half of the blood in his body flowed out of his body as his arm was severed twice.

The pale-faced Cutting Deer Assassin lost his arms, and he could neither take out his blade to fight back nor take out medicine to stop the bleeding, Zhang Wu still followed, and the old woman was still always pulled away by five feet, only a distance of half a sword body, but it was always difficult for the latter to catch up with this step.

"The old lady of Songfeng Mountain, help Lao Tzu drag this person down!" Seeing that Zhang Wu's distance from the mountain lance was gradually approaching, the assassin didn't dare to look back at Zhang Wu's distance, and shouted loudly.

For this extremely disrespectful words, the old woman's face was also slightly unsightly, but her pace was a little faster, and the long sword in her hand seemed to be able to touch Zhang Wu's shirt by only a fraction, but that bit always existed, like an insurmountable moat.

"If the old woman doesn't make any effort, Lao Tzu will have to be planted here!" The assassin felt a chill in his heart, gritted his teeth and resorted to the secret method of cutting the deer platform to save his life, mutilating himself in six tricks, so that the martial arts realm could be temporarily restored to six floors, but instead of turning around and confronting Zhang Wu, he used twelve points of strength to escape.

At the same time, the old woman also made up her mind, and the qi and blood that were originally running slowly in her body were also urged, as a means to consume her few longevity yuan, the old woman was unwilling to use it if she was not forced to do so.

However, if she continues to entangle with Zhang Wu, the current situation will not allow her to hesitate.

Zhang Wu, who originally held the tail of the lance and left the length to the assassin who cut the deer, had to hold the middle of the mountain lance, and swept away the old woman's sword with the tail of the gun, and a harrier turned over, so he could only let the seriously injured assassin escape.

Zhang Wu will hit the mountain lance and pestle on the ground green bricks, and there are fine cracks on the strong green bricks.

He is no longer the time when he was young to fight on a horse for three days and three nights endlessly, Zhang Wuqiang swallowed the blood that gushed up from his throat, and the lower arm of the gun was accidentally cut by the assassin's secret weapon, and after the blood in the middle of the forearm was sealed by him, the black and purple color on the lower half of the section was still ready to move, but it was forcibly suppressed by Zhang Wuwudao cultivator in that place.

"Yue Qirui. This Songfeng Mountain Taishang Mountain Lord has been known for more than ten years, and no one dares to call it out, but Zhang Wu said in an almost ridiculous tone: "Huizhou's deer-cutting assassin is a good assassin, if he puts it on the table to fight against the battlefield martial arts, it will be bad." ”

Zhang Wu reacted in front of the old woman, during which she took the opportunity to recover her strength, the six-story martial artist is not iron-clad, and he has consumed a lot of physical strength since going up the mountain all the way, and Zhang Wu, who is used to going straight, has to use this little trick.

And the Taishang Mountain Lord of Songfeng Mountain in front of him didn't even reply, and the three-foot sword in his hand pressed towards Zhang Wu with an almost unpredictable trajectory, the latter scolded secretly, the poisoned little arm was still powerful, and Zhang Wu, who held the middle of the mountain lance with both hands, danced the one-foot and three-inch lance.

This can be called a defense that does not advance in the face of dozens of crossbows in Gao Ya, and it can still have spare strength, but in the face of the sword of the Taishang Mountain Lord of Songfeng Mountain, Zhang Wu rarely has no certainty, and can only dance the mountain lance in his hand faster, faster.

Maybe it was because the poison made by the secret of the deer cutting platform finally worked, Zhang Wu had a moment of dizziness, and the movements in his hands were imperceptible, but in front of the six-story martial arts, it was already a perfect opportunity.

Hitting the mountain lance and falling to the ground, it made a sound of gold and stone when it was thrown on the blue brick ground, and together with the lance falling, there was also Zhang Wu's black and swollen little arm.

In a split second before, the old woman's sword caught the flaw exposed when Zhang Wu danced the spear, and the long sword broke through the defense of the mountain lance and went straight to Zhang Wu's vital point.

But Zhang Wu's response is different from any Jianghu sect's teaching that disciples should not abandon the blade when facing the enemy, and he let go of his hands and hit the mountain lance, and he met the blade of the sword with his deeply poisoned arm, which was as crisp as a hot knife cutting wax, and at the same time, Zhang Wu's right hand clenched into a fist, exerting force in a very short distance, and hitting the forehead of Yue Qirui, the lord of Songfeng Mountain, with a fist.

In the Jianghu sect, these non-discardable blades are simply a joke in Zhang Wu's opinion, no matter whether the blade is in hand or not, it is a good move to kill people.

Battlefield martial arts tricks, the move is killing.

What flowed from Zhang Wu's wound was not blood, but poisonous juice that was as black as ink. He picked up the mountain lance with his toes, and held the lance with one hand to the old woman who was kneeling on one knee two feet in front of him and was undecided, the blood flowing from the latter's forehead flowed down, and the green silk on his head also showed signs of turning white.

It seems that Zhang Wu's loss of half of his arm is a bloody deal, but in fact, it is a situation of steady profit and no loss. Huizhou cut the deer platform assassination method is famous in the sixteen states of Dayao, Yu is even more proficient in poisoning, the drugs used are helpless even if the imperial doctors of the Dayao court are helpless, Zhang Wu relies on the martial arts realm to delay the army, and it can not be delayed for a while.

If there is no antidote to the Lutai assassins, even if Zhang Wu closes the trick point, there is only one way to go.

However, the old woman who was the master of Songfeng Mountain suffered this punch, and the trick point of the forehead seal hall was originally an ordinary place in the martial arts practice, but it was the key to the secret method of Songfeng Mountain, and now with Zhang Wuzhong's punch, the secret method was suddenly interrupted, and her backlash was still not light, but she could only continue to support it.

I saw Zhang Wu lift a one-foot and three-inch-long mountain lance with one hand.

The old woman struggled to get up with her sword and faced Zhang Wu with her sword.

The two looked at each other, and there was only determination in their eyes.

Only death.

Zhang Wu's spear burst into the air, and Yue Qirui swung his sword like a dragon.

The battle next to the main residence of Songfeng Mountain finally reached the point of fighting.

Zhang Wu, who had cut off one arm, was naturally not as comfortable as before, and the strength of the stabbing was even better than before the broken arm, so that Yue Qirui, the master of Songfeng Mountain, could only hold on to the portal.

The hole above Zhang Wu's broken arm, which had not had time to be bandaged, had been sealed, the fracture was smooth and there was no bone stubble, and blood was still splashing out of his right arm when he shot out.

The lance repeatedly hit one of the swords in the old woman's hand, intending to turn the sword into scrap metal that was identical to the blade of the Assassin of the Deer Cutting Table.

The old woman is waiting, waiting for Zhang Wu's oil to run out and the lamp will dry up.

Zhang Wu was also waiting, waiting for the time when the mountain lance broke the sword.

Waiting for the other party's death.