It's just a face-to-face kung fu, Ma Shuijun's body is poisoned with needles, and Xiong Sanfu's arm is directly broken when he loses his fist.

Zong Xian actually showed a trace of invincible demeanor at this moment!

However, his right arm was also badly injured, and although it was not broken, he was unable to strike again.

The concussive qi and blood were also churning wildly in his meridians.

He took out a poisonous needle in his left hand again, and shot at Xiong Sanfu, who was holding his broken arm and howling in pain.

When he was fighting just now, he vaguely heard a noise behind him, but he didn't bother to check it, judging from the previous few dart knives that were missed, Zong Xian already knew that someone was secretly helping!

Now he took advantage of the brief gap to look back, and found that in the alley a few feet away behind him, the three masked men were all lying to the ground, not moving.

Even the sneak attacker who was jumping left and right just now was cleaned up.

"What a quick skill!"

Zong Xian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It can be seen that the person who secretly helped him was extremely powerful, and he only cleaned up the two people, and the other party had already killed the remaining three people quietly, and he still had the strength to calmly brush away, leaving no trace.

He had a vague guess about the identity of this mysterious man.

But now is not the time to hesitate!

The seriously injured Xiong Sanfu naturally couldn't avoid the poisonous needle, and at this time he had already fallen to the ground with poison.

The poison of this black water toad is really domineering, and it can't resist it at all after entering the body!

Zong Xian didn't dare to hesitate, he first came to Ma Shuijun, who was holding a double blade, and just took a few steps, the qi and blood in his body rushed wildly, making him feel a strong feeling of dizziness, and he was almost unstable on his feet.

After stumbling for half a step, he gritted his teeth and forced a breath, and the dizziness suddenly decreased a lot, so he forced himself to grope on Ma Shuijun's corpse, found and pulled out the slender poisonous thorn needle inserted in his shoulder, and took out a cloth bag on him, and with a slight shake, the lotus darts contained in it fell out.

Through the dim light, he vaguely saw the lotus mark on the dart's body, and he was no stranger to this mark, because it was the symbol of the Pure Lotus Cult.

These days, Zong Xian often sees the lotus graffiti left by those evil people on the earthen wall outside the city.

The moment he saw the lotus dart, he suddenly remembered something!

So he immediately grabbed these lotus darts and fired them at Ma Shuijun's forehead first.

Then he stumbled to Xiong Sanfu's side, and neatly took out a stack of silver tickets, gold coupons, a booklet and two poisonous paper bags that were placed close to him in the cloth, and gave him a dart after the incident, and then scattered two packets of red scorpion poison powder on the corpses of the two.

This poisonous powder is also extremely domineering, and after touching the flesh and blood of the skin, it corrodes like the strong acid of the previous life, and it feels like a "corpse powder".

No wonder he felt a burning pain just now just when he touched the tiny poison powder!

Immediately afterwards, Zong Xian touched the bodies of Qian Youcai and the three people who died behind him, and found two booklets suspected of being martial arts cheats and stacked silver tickets respectively.

As for the bits and pieces such as broken silver money bags and hidden weapons on his side, he directly chose to ignore them.

The other three corpses were all hit with a lotus dart, except for Qian Youcai, because his fatal head injury was too obvious, and there was no need to do more.

It took Zong Xian thirty or forty breaths to finish all this.

Don't look at the life and death in the alley, but the shacks on both sides are not moving at all.

Apparently the poor people who lived here had been sent away beforehand.

Now there was only one last step left for Zong Xian, and he walked a short distance in the direction of the alley, and soon came to a crack in the wall.

He threw the looted things into it, grabbed a large amount of loess from the earthen wall with one arm and stuffed them into the cracks of the wall, and left them to be taken away later.

Zong Xian's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and he heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the alley, and hurriedly returned to his original place.

Lying on the ground with his wounded right arm stretched out, his left hand that had swept over the earthen wall wiped his pants and thrust the last remaining lotus dart into the ground beside him.

Then he closed his eyes tightly and made a half-truth and look unconscious.

……

"The things raised by the son of a bitch are really fast!"

"Huh?"

"That's..."

"Out... Something went wrong!!! ”

The five people who had left from the alley earlier returned to Xigou Alley with a scolding, including Wang Tieniu.

They soon saw the corpses all over the ground and quickly exclaimed loudly!

Not long after, the four people who left from the front of the alley also rushed back!

After some scrambling, Zong Xian heard a familiar call.

"Brother Xian!"

Then two rough fingers pressed against his neck.

"Not dead!"

"Brother Xian is not dead yet!"

Wang Tieniu shouted excitedly, put his arms under Zong Xian's armpits, leaned him against the wall, untied the water bladder on his waist, moistened his hands and patted him on the cheek a few times.

Zong Xian squeezed out some sounds from his throat with a breath, like an unconscious murmur.

He could hear the noise around him, and the martial arts disciples in the patrol team were panicking, but fortunately, Wang Tieniu, this kid, didn't run around, and stayed in place to take care of him.

After about two or three minutes, after the panic, someone finally remembered that he had found a new thunderbolt from Qian Youcai's body.

After a while, Zong Xian heard the roar of "rumbling".

He knew it in his heart, and not long after, when Wang Tieniu slapped his cheek with his wet thick hand for the second time, Zong Xian struggled to open his eyes a slit, and then closed them again.

Breathing became a little disturbed, too.

This situation is not completely fake, the fist just now made him suffer a serious concussion, the qi and blood in his body were rampant, and his head was muddy, as if he had spun in place hundreds of times.

It is already good that he can cross a great realm and defeat Xiong Sanfu with pure strength, even if he has the foundation of a hundred years of strong pills, but after all, he has not completed the forging body, so the injury is not light, and he needs to recuperate for a period of time to recover.

If it weren't for the fact that his strength and the total amount of qi and blood in his body were nearly double that of Xiong Sanfu, the defeat at this time might be Zong Xian himself!

It can only be said that the fist itself is an unavoidable choice.

Just now, he can still rely on his willpower in an emergency to hold on, this will indeed reach the limit, and he is really going to fall into a coma.

Zong Xian was so confused, and he didn't know how long it had been, but when he opened his eyes several times, he couldn't help but close them.

The environment around him became more and more noisy, countless lights and shadows flashed in front of his eyelids, and he felt that his head was heavy and his body was heavy.

The only irritation was the severe pain in the right arm after the numbness subsided!

Vaguely, he also heard someone arguing loudly, the voice was like Qi Shi, and there were several Wang Tiehu's hurried rebuttals.

After that, his consciousness literally fell silent.