Ziyu gritted his teeth, "I only know that I am here to kill Xia Zheng, if the eldest brother wants to kill others, whether it is Brother Shen or not, I-I can't turn a blind eye." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"I'll teach you to know. Zhang Gongchang sneered, "Master Zhu sent me here, in addition to Xia Zheng, he also specified Shen Fengming's life. This is also one of our tasks, Ziyu, are you going to disobey Lord Zhu's order?"

Ziyu was shocked. "But I haven't heard of it before!"

"Then I'll tell you now. Why, you're still going to quit?"

The movements were a little slow as he spoke, and Shen Fengming was already getting closer. Zhang Gong Chang had no choice but to raise his hand and shoot a flowing arrow, the arrow burned brightly in the air, and Jun Li not far away and Xia Zheng and the others below couldn't help but be shocked by the blazing heat in this afterglow, even if they were concentrating.

They recognized this vicious and almost fatal arrow of Chen Rongrong, but they were stunned when they saw Shen Fengming raise his hand to pick it up like this. Bow Commander Zhang also expected that this arrow would definitely force him away again-even the usual arrows had forced him away from the previous ones, not to mention a fire arrow-so he had already stepped forward, and he quickly followed with a backmove, and wanted to hit him hard with such a series of fierce moves, but he didn't expect that Shen Fengming would not retreat and dodge, but would actually reach out and grab it.

He'd been waiting for a long time—he expected that sooner or later the bow chief would use a flaming arrow, and the previous dodge was just a kind of waiting. Since the abolition of the Silkworm Poison Palm Kung Fu, he has rarely worn the invulnerable special gloves, but since that day he decided to deal with Zhang Gongchang by himself, he has found this glove - although the rocket is fierce, it can be pinched in the palm of his hand after the sight, and the fire is only a little spark after all, and it is easy to extinguish, not as good as the weight of the arrow itself makes him have a little scruples. He threw it back with all his might, and the remaining phosphorus flared up in the air again—not at the bow that had already swooped forward, but at the tree behind him—and he wanted him to keep him out of the shadows of the trees, and exposed to the confusion of his form.

Zhang Gongchang misjudged what he was doing, and the back-haired Lianzhu naturally failed to hurt him, and suddenly saw the rocket returning, and subconsciously got out of the way. This is spring, it is the flammable season, although there are few dead branches and many green leaves, but the treetops are somewhat stained with the phosphorus of the bow and long quiver, which still stirs up a light fire, and the branches that have been planted for many years are fragile and fragile.

One stepped forward with the power of a throw, and the other also stepped forward with a move, and the distance between the two suddenly decreased, leaving only a few steps. It was too late for Zhang Gongchang to hide his body again, Shen Fengming's confusion had been used, his hands had been extended, and the shape was like a big bird flying to him, together with the pair of phantom eyes, to stop Zhang Gongchang from all his actions.

Zhang Gongchang's hand to touch the quiver had suddenly stopped, his pupils were dilating, and in a trance, Shen Fengming, who was dressed in gray clothes in front of him, seemed to have become a smoke and fog, and the scene in front of him began to change, as if entering a dream, everything was continuous and discontinuous.

The wonder of the "Yin and Yang Translocation" illusion is that the same mental formula or move is used by different people, which is different. Shen Fengming does not have the charm of Lou Qianshan, nor is he as fierce and vicious as Xie Fengde. Perhaps this is the "form" made by the mind, what kind of person's mind is what kind of person is what kind of person looks, from the state of yin to the state of yang, and so on. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Gongchang, who had felt a little inferior in front of Lou Qianshan's confusion, didn't realize that he was actually trapped in the same mental method.

Jun Li was really right-as soon as Shen Fengming's movements, expressions, and gaze unfolded, he found that Zhang Gongchang's concentration was not only average, it was simply weak. seems to be the learning of the source of the heart, I am afraid that if he learns it, he will never be able to learn it, or he may even fall into the devil by suffering from it earlier.

He recalled Suzaku's evaluation of Zhang Gongchang that day, and secretly said that he was indeed an extremely small-hearted and timid person, and the more small-hearted and timid the person was, the greater its effect would be. Since Zhang Gongchang himself was unwilling to climb down the wall first, he also had to use such an illusion to force him down.

Zhang Gongchang was already under his control, and his steps retreated crookedly little by little, his eyes were hazy, and he fell more and more into a dream. Shen Fengming didn't dare to be careless, he used all his internal strength, sweating on his forehead, and he approached little by little, hoping that even if he couldn't force him to fall, he could reach out to restrain him before he broke free from the restraints and sobered up.

However, some people who are small and timid have one characteristic -- that is, they are powerful. In other words, the narrower the heart, the stronger you have to look. Although Zhang Gongchang's mind was temporarily lost, his hand that was about to reach for the quiver before entering the illusion was still exerting force, even if he was unconscious, he had to stretch out in the initial direction. Such a great force is like a big fish struggling with the net that binds it, and the binding of the heart source imposed on him cannot be stopped, and he wants to break free like this.

Ziyu on the side didn't dare to squeak. In this situation, he only had to make a move on either side, which was a fatal blow, but on one side was Shen Fengming, who refused to start, and on the other side was Zhang Gongchang, who could not attack.

It's not that their position is swinging. In his opinion, everything that Shen Fengming taught him was correct, including not being able to attack his own people, and also being loyal to the task he had promised - he still insisted that his mission did not include killing Shen Fengming.

-- If Commander Zhang Gong had said in advance that he would kill Shen Fengming, he would definitely refuse to take on this task and go home as the commander -- as for whether everyone would still listen to him, that was another matter.

At this moment, he saw that Zhang Gongchang was almost completely restrained, and he was secretly happy in his heart, so when Zhang Gongchang's hand suddenly broke out of the restraint and held the arrow, he actually mentioned it in his heart, took a few steps forward, thinking that if there was danger, he would have to resist for Shen Fengming.

Perhaps Zhang Gongchang is right, he is too accustomed to following his "Big Brother Shen" in every task instead of this so-called "Big Brother". Shen Fengming's opponent is his enemy—whoever it is.

But he saw that Zhang Gongchang had touched the arrow—it was a weapon he was used to, a technique he had been immersed in for decades, and as long as he touched it, it was enough to pull his sanity back to five points. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he recognized that the one in front of him was not a dream light smoke, but a real Shen Fengming, and raised his hand to put the arrow on the bowstring, but suddenly felt that the distance was too close. When I was shocked again, I realized that I had almost stepped into the air, and I hurriedly turned over and walked to the branch on the side. The body was still a little sluggish and difficult to move, but the tree was wider than the wall, and he could be called quick to react, so he stood still, and it was not so easy for him to stumble and fall again.

Shen Fengming also knew that Zhang Gongchang's internal strength was not weak, and he had achieved his goal by trapping him for so long. He had approached the big tree, and seeing that Zhang Gongchang had not yet fully regained consciousness, as if he was about to adjust his breath by the shadow of the tree, his hands suddenly closed - all kinds of confusion were suddenly taken away, like heavy rain and sunshine, and suddenly opened up, and Zhang Gongchang was not yet happy about this, and saw a wind blade strike out from between his palms.

It was one of the killing moves in the Yin and Yang Translocation, "Ten Fingers Gathering Eight Desolations", which was originally used by Xie Fengde, but Shen Fengming's move was still not slashed at Zhang Gongchang, but at the branches under his feet.

It was a branch that had been brittled by an arrow of fire. When Zhang Bow Chang reacted, he went to resist with the hook and arrow in his hand, but it was too late. The thick branches at the mouth of the bowl were cut by the wind blade, and Zhang Gongchang was unstable on his feet, and he was about to fall when he saw it.

But at the last moment, he shot a small short arrow—it was so fast that it was nailed to the top of the high wall with a thud. The end of the arrow has a long, thin but tough thread that is so strong that the weight of the bow will not break it.

He knew that Shen Fengming must have been waiting condescendingly, and maybe he would hit the second wind blade head-on. He did the opposite, not daring to climb up at once, but with the strength of the tenacity he kicked against the wall, and leaned his feet against the trunk of the great tree. The best foothold was destroyed, but with a strong pair of legs, he hooked a branch on the side and found balance again-in this way, even if Shen Fengming pulled out the short arrow and broke the line, he was not afraid.

"I didn't expect you to use such a demon technique. Zhang Gongchang was shocked, and the disdain in his voice was somewhat reluctant. "However, it's very simple, I just don't have to look at you, no matter what kind of demon law, what can I do?"

"You can stop looking at me, but now it's too late. Shen Fengming said coldly.

He raised his hand and struck a "fire trick" to break the branch again. Zhang Bow and long hook arrow in his hand, setting off a gust of wind has already knocked it down, but Shen Fengming's style has not been completed, the next style has been sent, and it has not been finished, and the next style has been staggered. The style is like a fire trick to set off a heat wave, which made Zhang Gongchang feel a sense of overlapping time for a while-he really didn't look at Shen Fengming again, but this sense of interlacing alone made him feel a faint sense of fear, like a fog rising from somewhere, trying to wrap himself.

He didn't know that in fact, this was a replacement of reality and fiction, and the confusion of "form" was no longer the shape of Shen Fengming's body and face, but the shape of the move. He can not look at his people, but he can't help but look at the moves; even if he doesn't look at the moves, what he can hear and feel is still the "shape" of that move in the end -- the final result of anyone's subconscious judgment of the move is that "shape" in his mind.

He didn't feel good, so he roared angrily, turned over and went to the top of the tree, and simply avoided it. The light body kung fu was really good, and as soon as he touched the top of the tree, he took off in the air, drew arrows and turned around, with a bow and three arrows, and sent them at the same time, shooting at the place where Shen Fengming stood, where he wanted to go, and where Ziyu stood. It can be seen that he no longer dares to have half a point left, and he must end the battle with all his strength.

This time, Ziyu could see clearly - the arrow was indeed towards the place where he was standing. Zhang Gongchang's move was naturally to give Shen Fengming a little heart, but Ziyu's heart was just empty for a while-he didn't expect that he hadn't attacked Zhang Gongchang, but he still wanted to do this.

He still remembered that before leaving, Zhang Gongchang had privately hinted to himself that if the trip was successful, the future gold medal position might be his son's. Although he couldn't believe that he had such qualifications, looking at the Black Bamboo Society now, there were indeed few people who could talk about martial arts or qualifications comparable to him. Whether he had it or not, he came with that little hope after all.

But what is this arrow? In the face of Zhang Gongchang's selfishness, probably everything is confused. The contradictions and entanglements in his heart finally seemed to have a landing point, and he suddenly made a decision.

- "I'm quitting. ”