Yu Wenhong couldn't help but think of the mysterious place in the legend, and he was quite jealous of this woman in his heart, his eyes skimmed over her, and he stretched out his hand to the side and pointed:

"These are the "Five Tigers of the River", and they are all fellow citizens of the rivers and lakes, so they can get closer and closer in the future."

The "Five Tigers of the River" are the few people who pretend to be porters, because they are brothers, and their faces are very similar, but it is not difficult to recognize, and because two of the five brothers make eight-sided swords, and the rest all use long knives, they have the nickname "two-sided and three-sword" on the rivers and lakes. Z.br>

It can also be seen from this that the "Five Tigers of the River" are by no means good.

"Where's the thing?" Yu Wenhong looked down at Sun Tong and asked again.

At this moment, the expression on his face was no longer cold as before, but with a faint trace of compassion:

"The Iron Palm Sun Tongxia is famous, and he has always admired him very much, and he really doesn't want a generation of heroes to suffer and die. As long as you tell where the things are, and vouch for them with their reputation, they will definitely give you a good time."

He was also frank, and he never made false statements to Sun Tong, saying that he had to kill him, the difference was only that he suffered a tragic death in fragments, or killed with a sword.

Sun Tong's face became more and more pale, and the blood on his broken arm was like a spring, covering his body.

With the extent of his injuries, he should have stopped the bleeding first, and then tried to ask questions. Only he killed countless enemies with a pair of iron palms, and he was famous, and everyone was afraid of his death-defying blow, so they just surrounded him not far away, and did not want to get close to him.

In the end, they are just a group of people who have gathered on an improvised basis, and they are more defensive than trusting each other, and no one is willing to take this risk.

Sun Tong did not answer Yu Wenhong's question, but looked at him fixedly, his pale lips moved, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth:

"Yu Wenhong, you and me...... is also a Song person, why do you want to replace ...... Die for the golden dog?"

"Entrusted by men, faithful to others." Yu Wenhong replied categorically, and was not moved by the righteousness of the family and country in his words at all, and his voice was like a sword:

"Without faith, a man cannot stand. I, Yu Wenhong, have been walking the rivers and lakes for 19 years, and I have never made a promise and have a clear conscience."

Sun Tong stared at him for a few breaths, sighed, and withdrew his gaze.

This is the so-called Tao is different and does not conspire. The warrior wants to have a good mind, and he thinks about it at the moment, and he has no regrets when he dies. And Yu Wenhong must also have his own way.

With a clear heart, it's no wonder he can stab such a sword.

Seeing that Sun Tong's face was getting more and more pale, and a layer of gray gas floated in the Yin Hall, it was obvious that the time of death was approaching, Yu Wenhong's heart tightened on that thing, and asked for the third time: "Sun Tong......"

"In the lower noon." Sun Tong interrupted him suddenly, looking ahead, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if a flame was burning: "There is no such person as Sun Tong in this world, only Jia Wu."

Yu Wenhong looked at him in amazement, and was a little confused for a while, but the woman who made the whip smiled beside her, raised her hand to lightly sweep her sideburns, and said with a coquettish smile: "It turns out that our Sun Daxia has entered the Changfeng camp."

Sun Tong didn't look at her, only slowly closed his eyes.

Yu Wenhong had never heard of the name of Changfeng Ying, and this was not the time to ask the truth, and seeing that Sun Tong did not say anything, he thought that he was already out of breath, and was hesitating to probe his snort, but Sun Tong suddenly opened his eyes again, looked at him with a smile and said:

"I...... I can tell you where things are, but today you are besieging me, and I am not willing to lose. House...... Yu Wenhong, do you dare to go against me?"

A seriously injured and dying man actually asked to fight alone, Yu Wenhong only felt inexplicably ridiculous, so he wanted to refuse, Sun Tong said quickly:

"I've only had one trick with you. After one move, whether I win or lose, I ...... will tell you where things are. Otherwise, I'm ...... I won't be blind!"

The more he spoke, the weaker his breath became, and it seemed clear that he didn't have long to live, and Yu Wenhong couldn't help but hesitate.

Sun Tong is a martial arts idiot, otherwise he would not have practiced an unremarkable iron sand palm like Xu Mingtang, at this time he asked for a competition, which is also in line with his ordinary temperament, and the thing in his hand is very important, and it is good to get it a moment earlier.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenhong no longer hesitated, nodded and said, "Okay

Then I will only use my left hand, and I will not exert any internal strength."

This is already a very fair way to compete, with Sun Tong's injury, even if Yu Wenhong only uses a point of internal strength, he will definitely die, and if it is just a gesture, Sun Tong may not lose.

When everyone heard this, their faces showed a look of good show, and they each stepped back, and the woman who made the whip twisted her waist, flew up the wall like a butterfly, and said with a smile: "The slave family is not talented, and here is the two of them."

This position is condescending, even if Sun Tong fights back to death, he can't escape the soft whip in her palm.

Yu Wenhong saw her intentions, politely said "thank you" to her, and then handed the sword to his left hand, pinched the trick with his right hand, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and said solemnly: "Please."

This is the swordsman's starting style, first salute and then soldier, which is a swordsman's show of respect to his opponent.

Sun Tong also sat down at this time, with one palm erected, and the virtual direction was to the side, which was also a gesture in the palm technique.

Although he was missing an arm and his body was full of blood, just such a simple gesture, his whole person's momentum also changed, and he looked like an abyss stopped at the mountain, which made people feel admired.

Yu Wenhong's breath condensed slightly, and the tip of the sword trembled suddenly.

The wind is blowing.

There seems to be wind and smoke and rain in the alley, soft and dense, fluttering and sprinkling, as if it is impossible to find, but it seems to be everywhere.

This is the most exquisite style of Yu Wenhong's famous swordsmanship "Smoke and Rain Sword", "Spring Breeze and Rain", hiding the sword qi in the formless, containing the killing machine in the phaseless, it is already close to the Tao.

Shooting is a rare trick, everyone took a closer look, and their faces also showed admiration and admiration, each of them comprehended in this move, and even the woman on the wall was also brilliant.

For a while, there was silence in the alley, and everyone subconsciously held their breath, waiting to see what kind of exquisite palm technique Sun Tong would use to deal with this move.

However, the smoke and rain were miserable, and the breeze was flowing, but the famous iron palm never appeared.

Yu Wenhong waited quietly for a while, suddenly realized something, secretly said "not good", and hurriedly flew forward.

Sun Tong was still sitting against the wall, his pale face was calm, and he had lost his breath.

"He died of his own heart!"

The woman who made the whip had excellent eyesight, and when she saw the clue, she immediately frowned, as if she was very sorry, and sighed, "Oh, it is a pity that he was taught to die like this, and that none of the punishments were used."

After speaking, a pear vortex appeared on her face, a light smile, and a pair of slender feet hanging on the wall swayed back and forth, playful and cute, like a little girl peeking at the neighbor's affairs.

Yu Wenhong's face was very ugly, he still didn't give up, and reached out to probe Sun Tong's neck vein, the tentacles were cold, and there was no pulsation.