The rainy mountain forest exudes the fishy smell of rotting branches and leaves that have been piled up for a long time, and a few wet wild birds are just about to drop their branches and fly away in the distance.

Song Dongxi's cracked tiger's mouth was still bleeding, and his right hand holding the gun began to tremble, and then his whole body trembled slightly.

The coldness in his eyes turned into doubt, he was still very confident at first, even if he knew that Xin Zhuo's sword technique and fist technique had entered the transformation realm, but the realm gap was there, and the gap between the subtlety and the transformation realm was not too big.

In just a moment, Xin Zhuo's knife technique and mellow heart technique slightly made up for the realm gap, but it was still one line behind.

Originally had the ability to defeat him!

However, in this knife technique, it is too weird, it is not at all like what the world should have, it does not take the normal operation route, and it is completely incomprehensible.

He practiced with his master, and had seen the skillful Wudang swordsmanship, the unpredictable Shaolin stunts, and even the flowing skills of the outer disciples of the Red Flower Sect, but he had never heard of such a ghostly sword technique.

Self-created?

The thought startled him.

Creating martial arts mastery, at least in the realm of the grandmaster, can barely do it, after all, those mysterious, unfamiliar meridian development, at least paralyzing people for life, or at worst killing immediately, not an old monster with outstanding talent, who would dare to try?

Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the dead leaves under his feet without warning, and in a flash, his body rolled over and went straight to Xin Zhuo's stab.

Only this time, instead of the spear stabbing high, it was changed to a downward sweep.

The shadow of the gun was like a sharp weapon for harvesting, and the wind of the gun rolled up a "long dragon" of dead leaves, and it reached Xin Zhuo's feet in an instant, and the momentum was magnificent.

"Leaping spears like horses!"

saw that Xin Zhuo was just holding the broken knife and slashing straight down.

"Dang!"

The piercing and violent collision splashed dead leaves and mud and rocks in a radius of five meters.

Xin Zhuo finally staggered back due to unstable lower plates.

Song Dongxi's heart moved, and he was about to turn sideways and stab again, taking Xin Zhuo's dog life.

Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo jumped up, and the blitz came to his side and slapped a palm.

This palm is extremely weird, shining, not real, no matter the shape, meaning, it is really puzzling.

Can't even tell what kind of entry it is, Mahayana? Detailed? Avatar?

I can't see the famous palm, and there is no distinction between strong and weak entry at all.

Then Xin Zhuo's true qi came out of his body, and his palm shadow broke through the rain curtain, crossing a mysterious arc, just like ......

A madman or a drunkard walking?

It's irrelevant!

The shadow of the palm was infinitely dilated in Song Dongxi's contracted pupils, and he didn't know how to dodge at all, and he didn't have a chance to swing his gun.

The night before yesterday, Xin Zhuo's sentence on the mountain, "Song Gongzi can cut off my dog's head", inexplicably echoed in his mind, how ridiculous is this, this dog thief is yin himself?

He almost blurted out: "Xin Zhuo, you dare to kill me?" My teacher and family ......"

It's late!

The shadow of his palm was heavily imprinted on his chest.

"Gaba!"

After the crisp fracture, the spear came out of his hand, and his whole body flew into the distance like a rag, wiping the wet dead branches and rotten leaves on the ground.

Along the way, the dead leaves of the mountains and forests are like ploughed by a rake, leaving a horizontal ditch.

"Bang!"

Hit a big tree hard, a mouthful of blood spit out, his face was as pale as paper, and his brain roared.

Xin Zhuo stood in place, staring blankly at his palm.

This palm, really good fucking violence?

Hesitantly walked towards Song Dongxi, only to see that his face was stupid, as if he had a severe concussion.

Xin Zhuo tried to roll his eyelids to see if he was dead, and if he died, the sacrificial spirit would be gone.

Song Dongxi's eyes suddenly rolled, and he opened his lips with difficulty: "I lost, not because of the situation, not because of the merit!"

"That's right!"

Xin Zhuo nodded, Song Dongxi's marksmanship is indeed strong, and his mental realm is also very strong, if Murong Xiu encounters it, he may lose very badly, and once he is careless, he may also be injured.

But just like all the people who met him before, he couldn't understand his martial arts.

In fact, how does Xin Zhuo understand what kind of routine his conscience is in this exercise that loses his conscience?

"Can you inform ......?"

The blood on the corner of Song Dongxi's mouth was already black and brown, and it was obvious that the internal injuries were very serious, but the pride and persistence of being a pure martial artist forced him to ask, "What palm technique did you just use?" I can't read it below! ”

“……”

Here it comes!

Xin Zhuo wanted to make up a name, but out of respect for the other party, he still said calmly: "It's called the Dog Strike's Nervous Overlord's Palm!"

"Foul language, you...... It's too much of a deception! Song Dongxi was furious, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

This damn disagreement, I really didn't lie to you!

Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time, sighed, grabbed the gun, and dragged Song Dongxi back.

……

"You're too weak, don't you have kidneys?"

Murong Xiu laughed, although his swordsmanship and realm were very weak, and his kidneys were also very weak, it was still okay to bully four eight-rank martial artists, and at this time, he had already injured two people and faced the other two.

"Murong Xiu, you are selling your reputation, but you are not as good as pigs and dogs."

The round-faced woman in black fought back with the other person.

And when Xin Zhuo came from a distance and threw down the unconscious Song Dongxi, the battle stopped instantly.

"Surrender and accept the captives, or is it the same as your son-in-law?"

"Childe ......"

"We take prisoners."

The four warriors of the Song family were shocked by the defeat of their sons, and then they were very single.

……

Fufeng Mansion is located in the southeasternmost part of the empire, bordering Bazhou in the west and Qianli Xiongfeng Mountain in the east.

Although it is the capital of the border state, the transportation is developed, and it runs through the north and south fortresses, not only the southern merchants and the northern Jia, but also the foot merchants who sell furs, bone tools, and jade in the Dongyi country will also stay here, plus the resident military households.

Therefore, the area of the city is very large, and it is also very prosperous, with a population of more than 600,000, seven squares and 21 streets in the east, west, north and south, and there are prosperous Wangjiang restaurants and food stalls on both sides of the Canglan River.

There are also a dazzling array of ready-to-wear stores, wine shops, and Ruyi gambling houses on Chunfu Street; There are also slums in the north city, beggars everywhere on Jinghuang Street, and gangs and thieves in the market.

However, this afternoon, everyone's attention is on the West City Gate, which can be described as a dot of umbrellas and a sea of people, because the respected prefect's daughter was plundered by the thieves for a few days and was finally rescued!

"The delicate Miss Su was taken captive to the thief village, and I don't know how much torture she suffered."

"I heard that the Xin Zhuo Thief King is nine feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a bloody mouth, and a hair like a Dongyi dog slave, how can Miss Su stand it?"

"Don't say it, my heart is bleeding, and I can't wait to kill that dog thief!"

"Have you been able to fight? I heard that all the brand men and hunters have been defeated, and I don't know where the Xin dog thief came from! ”

"Hah, just make me a joke!"

There were several students in the crowd, and they couldn't help whispering.

Someone on the other side said: "I heard that Murong, Yuan, Song, and Chen have gone to the master to arrest Xin Zhuo's dog thief, and the odds of Ruyi Fang are still going up."

Another person said: "The Golden Hook Gambling House is also sitting in the village, and the odds are even greater!"

"Which of the four has the biggest odds?" A gambler's eyes are red.

"At present, it is the Song family, Ruyi Fang pays nine for one, and Golden Hook Gambling House pays for thirteen!"

"It's done! I sold the house and gambled on the Song family for one hundred taels, and the poor ghost of Bo Yibo can also become a rich man! ”

……

The sound of people and rain outside was in my ears, and Su Miaojinshu sat upright in the carriage, her slender and white hands were pinched together, her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and her mood was very complicated.

After being put down the mountain by Xin Zhuo, someone immediately escorted her back, but she also heard about the four families chasing and killing Xin Zhuo.

It was difficult for her to tell what she was feeling at this time, it stands to reason that the thief who captured her would die if she died, but ......

Every moment of meeting with the thief, these days have been echoing in my mind, those nights together, that hug, the other party's helpless words at the time of parting, are even more deeply rooted in the heart.

She...... Suddenly I don't want Xin Zhuo to die!

I can't tell why.

"Aren't you happy, Miss? It's all gone. Dong Ling, the personal maid who went out of the city to greet him, asked quietly.

Su Miaojin shook her head slightly.

Dong Ling chuckled and comforted: "Don't worry, Miss, the four families have already gone to hunt down and kill the thief king, and they will definitely avenge Miss."

Su Miaojin's face tightened.

Dong Ling sensed his young lady's displeasure, and thought that he didn't want to mention it again, so he stuck out his tongue: "By the way, Miss, there's a letter from the county king!"

Su Miaojin looked at her in surprise: "Who?"

"His Royal Highness, the county king of southern Xinjiang, miss...... Biological father, the letter is in the lady's room, no one dares to move! ”

PS: Thank you for the re-tipping of "Mako Ishigami", thank you for the reward of "Obsessed with Chemistry", thank you!