Qiu Shaohu recognized the other party at once.

Although Cheng Fu turned his back to him at first, that feeling still made Qiu Shaohu unforgettable.

A young and tall shadow remained motionless in the mountain path, like a pillar standing up to the sky, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

Maybe I should have thought I would meet him.

Since all the people of Fu Shendu have come here, how can he, as one of them, not be there.

I just don't know who the master of Fushen Governor who can hit the old woman with one punch is.

Cheng Fuxian seemed to sense someone behind him and moved slightly.

Qiu Shaohu lowered his head, pressed the brim of his hat down, blocked his face, and still walked forward as if nothing happened.

The tall back, in sight, is getting closer and closer.

One step, two steps......

The speed of walking is as usual, but at this time, it seems that every step falls, time is slowed down, and even the sound of strides, every time, seems to knock in my heart.

"Knock-knock-"

A stiff atmosphere, unconsciously, permeated the whole place.

It seems that the two of them are pulling each other in, both of them are tightening their bodies.

Qiu Shaohu unconsciously put his right hand on the end of the trap box.

He destroyed one knife, but there were at least six other knives in the box, as well as many other weapons.

In the moment when he and Cheng Fuxian's bodies were staggered, he could even feel that he was holding the edge of the machine box, and his knuckles were too hard and a little painful.

Cheng Fuxian suddenly raised his hand.

"Fetch some tobacco for my father."

Then, he handed Qiu Shaohu a cigarette pouch.

For a moment, the atmosphere was strangely relaxed.

Qiu Shaohu was a little confused, so he subconsciously took the cigarette pouch.

Before his hand touched the head of the cigarette pouch, he suddenly realized that something was wrong and wanted to retract his hand.

He is now pretending to be the person who is Fu Shen Du, so it stands to reason that Fu Shen Du's subordinates should react to Cheng Xiangxian's request?

But it's too late.

He clearly saw that the head of the cigarette pouch that had been extinguished suddenly ignited a fire.

It was a spark that was ignited by the rapid friction with the air, the heat accumulated to the peak.

Cheng went to the first shot, fast and superb, and only gave people a reaction to the event, and even a little thinking could not be done at all.

He and Cheng Tingdong have long had an agreement that he will guard here. First, this is the only way down the mountain, and it is also a place that the people of the Governor of the Buddha will never approach easily.

And even if someone wants to come, the people who Fu Shendu will not accept Cheng Xiangxian's cigarette pouch, and all of them know that Cheng Tingdong can't let others touch his cigarette pouch, and every time he personally dispenses cigarettes.

The opponent's offensive came at an unimaginable speed, and Qiu Shaohu could only respond quickly.

Almost subconsciously, he grabbed the cigarette pouch with his hand, and with the force of his palm, the whole cigarette pouch was crumbled into crumbs by him.

But Cheng Xiangxian's offensive followed closely, and the hand holding the cigarette pouch turned into a fist, and hit Qiu Shaohu's chest first.

Qiu Shaohu was about to think of a crack, but seeing that it was a change again, the phoenix eye fist in his left hand struck towards Qiu Shaohu's temple, and the fist on his right hand was a palm, and the lotus palm hit his ear, almost reaching the ears with two peaks.

Before reacting, Qiu Shaohu felt that the opponent's move had changed again, and he flew up in the air, and Cheng Xiangxian threw many punches in one go, from head to toe, almost including the vital points around him. Almost before the previous punch was withdrawn, the second punch followed closely and caught up with the shadow of the previous punch, and the move was swift and unexpected.

Fast! Fast! It's so fast!

It was also the first time that Qiu Shaohu had seen how far a master who specialized in martial arts could use his body, even if he didn't have a weapon, his whole body had the power of a sharp blade. At the moment, his palms were like the wind, and he kept his body up and down.

However, in the blink of an eye, I don't know if there were dozens or hundreds of fights, Qiu Shaohu only felt a faint pain in his arms. Hit hard, and I was all at a disadvantage.

Seeing that it was difficult to fight the enemy with his bare hands, Qiu Shaohu tried every means to take out the weapon in the box, but Cheng Xiangxian would not give him this opportunity.

The heart beats, each slower than the last, but each beat is more powerful than the last. The more blood is delivered to the limbs, and the faster and more powerful it is to get there.

People in the Martial Dao Grandmaster Realm can not only stretch their limbs almost at will, but also control the direction of blood flow, so as to gather stronger strength in a short period of time.

Qiu Shaohu could also feel that even if the other party didn't understand the method of Qimen, the corresponding moves were all "death" palaces, leaving no room for action.

In dealing with it casually, almost all of them were subconscious movements, Qiu Shaohu hit faster and faster, and his limbs seemed to be more and more uncontrollable. It seems that every move is not my intention, but I am pulled by Cheng Xiangxian, and everything is involuntary.

Seeing that the other party was brought into his own rhythm, Cheng Xiangxian became more and more calm. His arms suddenly swept away in a fan shape, Qiu Shaohu's offensive was deviated, his chest door was wide open, and Cheng Xiang took advantage of the situation first.

The fists were emptied, and the sound of blood flowing in the body was like a river and sea surging, and the fists were as fierce as the scorching sun. However, the punch hit the opponent's chest, and Cheng Fuxian was secretly surprised.

The coat that hit the first was like water waves, spreading out layer by layer, almost removing all of its strength. And inside, I don't know what the other party is wearing, it's like hitting a bronze bell, and the hard feeling can't penetrate the slightest strength.

Qiu Shaohu suddenly moved.

He relied on the protection of wolf skin and fish scale armor to take a hard blow from the other party, just to find this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for himself.

The machine in the box turned, and the Yanling knife was suddenly ejected, Qiu Shaohu immediately caught it, and the knife arc slashed, white and bright like a full moon, and went towards the vital point of Cheng Xiangxian's neck.

Cheng went to dodge immediately, and then thought about a way to break the move. Seeing that Qiu Shaohu casually threw two "hidden weapons", Cheng Xiangxian immediately blocked them. The sound of thunder exploded, unexpectedly making him back off.

Just as he was preparing to guard against his opponent's onslaught, there was no movement. Strange in his heart, he looked up and saw that a rope popped out of the box behind Qiu Shaohu, firmly hooked another cliff not far away, and just left in the air.

Walking so simply is also unexpected to go first. Thinking back to the details of the fight he had just had with the other party, he figured out something:

Every time you will attack the enemy, you will save, you will hide from yourself, you will be tempted when you are not sure, you will definitely retreat if you miss a blow, and you must protect yourself from injury even if you are in danger.

What the other party used to recruit him just now, where is what kind of martial arts is it, it is simply the method of beast hunting.

Surprised, Cheng went to chase after him quickly. Now he wants to know more about what kind of person this is.

Qiu Shaohu used the flying claw rope as an arm aid, and the speed at which he left was of course extremely fast. Cheng Fuxian couldn't see the other party's shadow soon, but relying on his ability to search for traces, he still tried to keep up with the other party.

Above the grass, the marks were almost unrecognizable. If Cheng Quxian hadn't been instructed by his father before, it would have been impossible to distinguish people's footprints in a pile of chaos at this time.

During the pursuit, he found that the footprints on the ground suddenly changed and turned back to another place.

According to this direction, it seems that he has returned to the sect of the Lingchuan Sect.

Cheng Xiangxian didn't know what the other party was going to do again, but since he was going in that direction, of course he had to chase after him.

It's just that what he wonders is, is that person hurt? Why are the footprints obviously one deep and one shallow, like a lame man walking out?

……

When Qiu Shaohu took himself away with a flying lock, his body suddenly sank.

Before he could react, he heard a "collapse", and the steel wire on the flying claw broke, and he fell towards the bottom of the cliff.

"Bang", Qiu Shaohu landed on a gravel beach. Fortunately, there are no too high peaks here, so the fall is not too high, and the fall is not too bad.

Qiu Shaohu barely got up, checked the damage of the organ box, and found that half of the broken steel wire was flat, and it was estimated that he was inadvertently swept by Lang Xing or the thin man's blade before, and finally reached the limit of toughness at this time.

The place where he fell was a dry riverbed, from far to near, the two ends of the mountain peaks above his head became more and more cramped, leaving only the sky and stars to be bound in a line, like a galaxy jade belt.

If the river has not dried up, the feng shui veins here must have spirituality, and it is a treasure place where dragon veins can be born.

Suddenly, Qiu Shaohu saw the star map he was holding, and it emitted a dim light again.

"What's wrong again?" Qiu Shaohu was a little excited, but also a little puzzled.

The starlight was faintly pointing in a direction on the broken picture. Qiu Shaohu was curious for a while, and immediately followed the guidance of the star map and moved in that direction.

Along the riverbed, keep going forward, and soon there is no road. The riverbed seemed to be cut off, leaving a dry waterfall. If you go any further, you have to jump directly from a height of 100 feet.

It was also here that Qiu Shaohu noticed something different.

"It's the breath of Shinto practice, similar to the island of forgetfulness, but different." Qiu Shaohu looked around keenly, "Moreover, there is also the source breath of the 'Sick' Palace that I felt before!" ”