There is a saying on weapons called: "An inch is long, an inch is strong". After only one round of fighting, the long sword in the hand of Zhen Xia Ryu was knocked out by others, and Bai Fubiao, the "Heart Moon Fox", took advantage of the situation to chase after him, and stabbed with a shot, seeing that Zhen Xia Ryu's life was about to be lost, how could Lu Xiaoyao not save him? Bai Fubiao was shocked and took a few steps backwards, supporting the ground with the barrel of a gun, only to be lucky not to fall to the ground, only to feel that his arms were sore, his mouth was about to crack, his chest was faintly painful, and his breath was not flowing smoothly, and he admired in his heart: "This iron arm skill is really good, it really deserves to be called the 'Iron Arm Divine Fist'." ”

Zhen Xia Ryu's life was saved, he was surprised and happy, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and secretly rejoiced: "It's so dangerous! Fortunately, the little master has a big life, otherwise, I would have to see my grandma early." ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter like a silver bell from behind: "Yo Yo Yo, Daddy is so amazing." Turning his head, he saw Lu Xintong standing on the stone steps in front of the main hall, dancing with joy and clapping his hands. Lu Xintong was frightened and fainted by the ghost thing sent by the Qinglong Venerable Xiao Hongfeng, and he woke up without a stick of incense, and as soon as he woke up, he immediately ran out of the door to watch the excitement, and just saw the wonderful scene of his father's arm shaking spear and saving the life of Zhen Xia Ryu, and couldn't help but clap his hands and scream.

Zhen Xia Ryu hurriedly greeted him and said with concern: "Senior sister, are you awake?"

Lu Xintong glanced at him and sneered: "Chew! useless thing, you are still a person who dances and plays with swords, you can't even beat a hairy boy, it's a shame!" Zhen Xia Ryu was ashamed and annoyed in his heart, and he couldn't say half a sentence with his head down.

Let's say that Bai Fubiao, although he admires it in his heart, his heart is very strong to win, and he shouted with a gun: "Senior Lu, I was careless at the next moment, and I didn't take precautions in advance, so I let the old-timers succeed, and I was very dissatisfied in my heart, and I asked the old-timers to give advice!"

Lu Xiaoyao smiled secretly: "Hmph, what an arrogant boy, that's good, I'll beat you to the point of." He is a senior, how can he make a move with his juniors, he raised his hand and shouted: "Please make a move." ”

Bai Fubiao was calm and calm, not in a hurry, stepped on the Yangtze River with both feet, opened the butt of the gun, slightly away from his chest, his eyes did not leave the front, and he braked quietly, ready to go. Lu Xiaoyao looked at it, and his heart was suddenly shocked: "Yo he! Look at this frame, how is it a bit like the gun-holding posture in the Liuhe marksmanship - the high-hanging four-level gun posture? Could it be that this kid makes it really the Liuhe marksmanship?"

The most common way to say this is that the marksmanship of the six schools is combined. The first family is the Xiang family gun of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu. Xiang Yu made the big gun a must, and the most unique move was the overlord one-word throwing gun. Because Xiang Yu has the power to pull out the mountain, no one can compare to his kung fu on the gun. His three shots on the top of the cover have no opponent in the world, and he is a must for Xiang's gun. The second is the general under Liu Bei during the Three Kingdoms period, the Zhao family gun of Changshan Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong. Zhao Yun is known as a victorious general, and Zhao's gun occupies a "soft" word, which is famous all over the world for its ingenious use. The third, if you want to count the Luo family gun, the most famous is Luo Cheng, his lying horse back gun can be called the best in the world. The fourth family is the gun of Liulang Yang Jing and Yang Yanzhao, the old Yang family is seven lang and eight tigers, and the one with the greatest ability is the sixth Yang Jing. He once wrote a book of guns, discussing the use of big guns, which is unique, so it also occupies a unique character. The fifth is the Gao family gun. Five generations and ten famous generals, white horses and silver guns Gao Siji, so that the big guns occupy a must, and the family has its own gun spectrum, which is different. The sixth family, which is also a master of marksmanship, is nameless, and extracts the essence of the above five tricks, and combines it with the essence of his own family, so it is called Liuhe gun.

Bai Fubiao shook his gun and said, "If your predecessors need any weapons, please take them." ”

Lu Xiaoyao stroked his beard and shouted: "Lu is not talented, he has only practiced a few rough fists and feet in his life, and the kung fu on the blade has really never been touched at all, so don't laugh at the Fang family." ”

Bai Fubiao said coldly: "Okay! So, offended!" But hearing Bai Fubiao's loud shout, he instantly made a move, and rushed forward with a gun, and the gun swung and pierced up, which was clearly a move "Pear Blossom Swinging Head", Lu Xiaoyao smiled and said: "What a set of Liuhe marksmanship! I don't know how much fire your kid has learned?" , first circle and then finger, so that it is the pigeon with quail rescue, separated Lu Xiaoyao's grasp. The two of you come and go, you attack and defend, and the battle is in one place, and this fight will be no less than 30 rounds.

If you want to say that Bai Fubiao is a kid, he really has two strokes, jumping forward and backward, dodging left and right, he is really lighter than a raccoon cat, and the gentian bright silver spear in his hand makes it whirring with the wind, and the momentum is steady, which is very exciting! It is really not easy for Lu Xiaoyao to win him in a hurry.

However, after a long time, Lu Xiaoyao saw something about it. This Liuhe marksmanship, based on blocking, taking, piercing, and sweeping, is concise and bright, rich in marksmanship, and changes in offense and defense are instantaneous. The so-called Liuhe is divided into inner triad and outer triad, the inner triad is "spirit and spirit", and the outer triad is "waist, hand and eye". Specific moves, a pear blossom swing head, two phoenix nods, three white snake wind, four iron broom, five grass to find the snake, six for the total interception, enter, block, winding, take, straight six guns, and add six flower guns, Zhongping four-way marksmanship and five marksmanship.

In the first 20 rounds, Bai Fubiao was still presentable, but the further he went, perhaps because of his lack of strength, his waist, hands, and eyes couldn't fit together! I can take care of it, hey! Lu Xiaoyao seized the opportunity, while he only cared about a shot in front of him, and when the lower plate was unstable, he hurriedly flashed the head of the gun sideways, stretched out his hand, held the gun and did not let go, and swept the lower plate, "Goo Dong", Bai Fubiao fell to the ground, Lu Xiaoyao took advantage of the situation to snatch the bright silver gun in his hand, pointed directly at the door but did not hurt the killer, and said coldly: "How is it?"

Seeing his father's victory, Lu Xintong shouted happily again: "Okay, good, the bad guy has been knocked down, lying on the ground and becoming a bear." ”

Seeing her daughter so naughty, Lu Xiaoyao stroked her beard and said with a smile: "This girl, when is it, she can still laugh out loud!"

Bai Fubiao hung his head and was ashamed, and said weakly: "It's just that I am not good at learning, I am not your opponent, and I am convinced." ”

There is a way that if you don't control people and die, since Bai Fubiao has accepted defeat, Lu Xiaoyao will also stop, haha laughed, and threw the gentian bright silver spear back to him, Bai Fubiao took it, "Gulu", got up from the ground, retreated to Xiao Hongfeng's side, knelt on one knee, was very scared in his heart, kowtowed and asked: "The Venerable is above, the subordinates are shallow, and the skills are poor, and they have lost the face of this sect, please punish the Venerable Heavy Punishment!"

Xiao Hongfeng slowly walked two steps forward, and said with a smile: "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, it's not a big deal." What's more, the opponent you are facing is the famous 'Iron Arm Divine Fist', and it is not easy to fight for 30 rounds, even if you lose!"

When Bai Fubiao heard this, he was very surprised, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Thank Your Holiness for your grace of not sinning! If His Holiness has an order, his subordinates will be smeared with their hearts and minds, and they will not give up!" "Knock, knock, knock", kowtowed three times, got up and returned to his original position.

Bai Fubiao retreated in defeat, and the one-armed man stepped forward and said coldly: "Your Excellency is good at kung fu, you are not talented, you are here to learn!"

Listening to the voice of this person, he was already in the vicissitudes of life, and he felt a little familiar, Lu Xiaoyao raised his hand and said: "Why don't you report your name first, and then it's not too late to fight!"

The one-armed man said in a thick and deep tone: "It's just a cheap name, what a foot!" Before the words fell, he waved his arms and rushed forward, before the fist came, the wind came first. Seeing that the other party was very vicious, Lu Xiaoyao couldn't be careless at all, the tiger's body was suffocated, his strength was enough, and his hands were closed, making a "Lao Jun close the door", and the two fought each other, "gluck", they all took a few steps back, their arms were sore, and their chest breath was suffocated.

After only one round of fighting, Lu Xiaoyao had already recognized this person, and the anger in his heart instantly reached the extreme, his sword eyebrows were upside down, his tiger eyes were angry, and he shouted loudly: "Good and evil thief, it turned out to be you-"

"Dad, who is he?" Lu Xintong raised his eyebrows and asked Lu Xiaoyao.

Lu Xiaoyao's sword eyebrows were upside down, his tiger eyes were wide open, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Mu-Rong-Du-Su!"

"What?" Lu Xintong was shocked: "Dad, you are not mistaken, right? He, is he really the old thief of Murong who killed my mother?"

Lu Xiaoyao stared at the one-armed man with straight eyes, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "It's not wrong, I know him when he turns to ashes!"

The one-armed man stood still, unmoved for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed: "Old man Lu Song, your eyes are really poisonous, and you actually recognized me." As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand and tore off the black scarf covering his face, and shouted viciously: "That's right! The old man is Murong Dusu! Now he is the head of the seven hall masters under the jurisdiction of Qinglong Venerable Uncle Xiao, and the Jiaolong Hall master 'Jiaomu Jiao' is also!"

Murong Dusu, one of the "Four Monsters of the West Mountain" who was rampant in the northwest back then, formed a righteous alliance with He Batian and others, ranked second, known as "Divine Fist Invincible", and his left arm was cut off by Lu Xiaoyao.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are very red-eyed. Although He Batian killed people, he did not kill them with his own hands, and it was really difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart. Now that Murong Dusu was standing in front of him, Lu Xiaoyao's heart was full of doubts: "The old thief Murong and the old thief He were originally in the same group, the one surnamed He was killed, but the old thief Murong was safe and sound, could it be that these two thieves couldn't get out of the nest?" The sword eyebrows were upside down, the tiger's eyes were wide, and he asked loudly: "Murong old thief, He old thief was killed by you?" The tone was full of hatred.

Murong Dusu shook his head: "No, I have all my arms, and I am not his opponent, nine years ago, I was cut off by you, how could I beat him." Let me tell you the truth, it was he who didn't know what to do, and was beaten to death by Uncle Xiao, the Venerable of the Blue Dragon. ”

"What?" Lu Xiaoyao was very shocked in his heart: "The martial arts surnamed He is extraordinary, and he was beaten to death with a palm, that-surnamed Xiao's kung fu is really so high?" Although there are many puzzles in my heart, but now is not the time to care about these, the big enemy who killed his wife is in front of him, and he can't wait to rush forward immediately to tear him to minced meat, Lu Xiaoyao's eyes are red, and he scolded angrily:" Murong old thief, the deep hatred between you and me, never die, since it has been sent to the door today, well, just make a break happily, fight to the death to win or lose!" Before the words fell, his left arm was drawn forward, his right arm was slightly bent, and he shouted loudly, and strode forward. Miss Xintong only hated her low martial arts, and she couldn't join forces with her father to slash the enemy, so as to avoid her father being distracted in order to take care of herself, so she had to hide to the side and watch the battle, folded her hands to her chest, looked up at the blue sky, and prayed silently in her heart: "Mom! I hope you have a spirit in the sky, and you will definitely bless your father, kill Murong Lao Pifu, and avenge you!"

But said that "the divine fist is invincible" Murong Dusu, seeing that Lu Xiaoyao was like a crazy lion, rushing to himself and pounced, Murong Dusu didn't say anything, he had enough strength, stepped forward, avoided Lu Xiaoyao's fist, and raised his hand to hit a move "Thunderbolt Hit the Top", this blow has a thousand pounds, if it really hits Lu Xiaoyao's head, no matter how high the kung fu is, it must die.

Lu Xiaoyao saw that the other party's palm was very fierce, and he didn't dare to take it hard, so he hurriedly turned around, and suddenly flashed to the side, and Murong Dusu's palm was empty. Lu Xiaoyao's body was dexterous, and in a blink of an eye, he went around behind Murong Dusu, and struggled to push the boat down the river, holding the strong wind in his palms and hitting Murong Dusu's vest, Murong Dusu was taken aback, and hurriedly turned around, avoiding this palm, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "Old Lu Song, you are really ruthless." ”

Lu Xiaoyao saw that his palm was empty, he was extremely angry, he gathered enough strength in his body, and hit the second palm, which was like a violent wind and waves, rolling continuously, hitting Murong Dusu's weakness. Murong Dusu was shrouded in the palm wind, seeing that the opponent's move was very powerful, it was too late to dodge on both sides, simply, the tip of the tongue was on the gum, and he was angry and called Dantian, and his toes were lightly on the ground, and he went up like this, "Oh", he pulled onions on dry land, jumped up more than a foot high, and dodged the second palm.

Lu Xiaoyao raised his neck and looked: "What a Murong old thief, his light body kung fu is really good." But seeing that his right leg was bent and coiled on his left leg, like a falcon catching a rabbit, he fell from the air with a "whoosh", and his left foot went straight to the door in front of him. With both hands, he grabbed Murong Dusu's ankle, unexpectedly, he was fooled.

It turned out that Murong Dusu's kick was a false move, and the kick coiled on his left leg was a real move, his left foot shrank rapidly, his right foot stretched out, avoiding Lu Xiaoyao's copy, and kicked straight towards his chest, Lu Xiaoyao only felt a sharp pain, and retreated again and again, unable to retract his momentum.

The moment he landed, Murong Dusu borrowed the power of his right hand to support the ground, stepped forward, unfolded the mandarin duck chain legs, and kicked Lu Xiaoyao's chest, kicking him so hard to parry, "Goodong", Lu Xiaoyao fell to the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

Seeing his father fall to the ground and vomit blood, Lu Xintong's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly rushed forward, crying in distress: "Dad, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, Dad!"

Lu Xiaoyao's chest breath was suffocated, and it was difficult to breathe, where could he still say half a sentence to avoid his daughter being too worried, shook his head at her, smiled slightly, and sat cross-legged on the ground, his luck healed.

Murong Dusu didn't intend to let him go, stepped forward, and said with a cold smile: "Old Lu Song, you are still in my hands after all." Before the words fell, he raised his hand and killed. Lu Xintong desperately protected his father's body, his willow eyebrows were upside down, his apricot eyes were wide, and he scolded viciously: "Thief!

Murong Dusu is ruthless, where do you care about so much?! Hehe sneered: "Stinky girl! I'll kill you first, and then kill your father." Seeing that Miss Lu, who was like a flower and jade, was about to die under his palm, a green shadow suddenly came like lightning, blocking Murong Dusu's approach, and shouted: "Stop!"

Murong Dusu was taken aback: "Venerable, he ......"

"What, do you dare to disobey even the Holy Sect Master's orders?"

Murong Dusu's heart trembled, he had seen with his own eyes the terrifying kung fu of the Qinglong Venerable, how could he dare to disobey?! Hurriedly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Xiao Hongfeng: "Your subordinates don't dare! ”

Xiao Hongfeng nodded with satisfaction, and said lukewarmly: "Very good, don't retreat yet." Although the words are light, they are very intimidating, and people dare not resist. Murong Dusu bowed his head respectfully to him, and flashed to the side. scolded in his heart: "Damn! It's really cheap Lu Song'er!"

Xiao Hongfeng looked down at Miss Lu who was squatting on the ground, and said softly: "Girl, don't worry, with me here, no one dares to hurt your father." ”

Lu Xintong was not afraid at all, took a sip, and scolded: "Phew, you are not a good thing." You're the bad guy, the bad guy. ”

Xiao Hongfeng was not annoyed, and laughed: "The girl has a personality, I like it." He turned around and went back to the middle of the courtyard.

After about two pillars of incense, Lu Xiaoyao finished pranayama, recovered as before, and stood up from the ground. Seeing that his father was already fine, Lu Xintong laughed happily: "Dad, how are you?"

Lu Xiaoyao nodded: "Don't worry, girl, my father's bones are very hard, and he can't kick me to death with his dog hooves." Although he said this, his chest still hurt faintly, and he said: "I can't imagine that this old thief can't do his fist skills, but he has worked hard to practice his leg skills!

Hearing his father's words, Lu Xintong laughed out loud: "Daddy, it's time for you, do you still have the heart to laugh with your daughter?"

Lu Xiaoyao stretched out his hand and stroked his daughter's hair, and said in a soft tone: "Girl, you step aside first and see how Daddy teaches thieves!"

Lu Xintong's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, his eyes flowed, and he nodded: "Well, Daddy, you must be more careful." Worried, he flashed to the sidelines to watch the battle.

Xiao Hongfeng saw that Lu Xiaoyao only sat on the ground and breathed for a while, and he was already intact, and he admired it in his heart, and secretly shouted: "It's not good! It seems that Murong Hall Master must suffer a big loss!"

Lu Xiaoyao didn't pay attention to Xiao Hongfeng, and went directly to Murong Dusu's approach, pointed at the thief's face, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Murong old thief, killing his wife and hating him, don't share the sky." If you and I don't judge life and death today, we will not give up! You and I can only live one, so hurry up and fight again. ”

Murong Dusu was angry in his heart: "Straight lady thief, I don't know how to be ashamed, you have obviously been defeated under my hands just now, if it weren't for Venerable Xiao being here, you would have gone to the underworld to meet your mother-in-law, and I scolded me in a roundabout way, but I was even brazen, and I had another fight, do you really think that the old man is afraid of you?" "Wow" shouted, and the two fought in one place again, killing each other inseparably. Murong Dusu's leg skills are very powerful, and his moves are close to the point, Lu Xiaoyao's fist is fierce, and he is ruthless, and both of them tried their best, eager to kill each other immediately. After more than fifty battles, there was a miserable scream, and Murong Dusu lay on the ground, vomiting blood-