Between the mountains, what should have been a barren and silent mountain road was now splashed with large clouds of smoke and dust.

Under the smoke and dust, everyone confronted each other.

The bandit side led by Zhang Heng had a solemn face. They were supposed to be on the robbery side, and they all cast wary glances at the three people who suddenly appeared not long ago.

This was originally a very simple operation, and it was because of the appearance of these three people that things were complicated.

Bu Yu came to the sturdy Zhang Heng, pulled out his long sword and said, "Gorilla, I'll be your opponent." ”

Gorilla?

Hearing this title, Zhang Heng's face suddenly turned pale, and he coldly shouted "Death". A sudden step forward was taken.

The body moves with the feet, and the palms move with the body.

Zhang Heng turned his fist into a fist with his palm, and took out a punch to Bu Yu, who was as thin as a bean sprout.

"A kid like bean sprouts, eat my heart-breaking fist!"

A heart-shattering fist played the fierce momentum of Zhang Heng's humanoid iron tower, and a move was blasted, giving people a feeling that the granite could almost be shattered.

Before the fist was exhausted, Bu Yu had already felt the domineering power contained in this punch from the collapsed fist style.

didn't dare to slack off, and immediately volleyed into the air, and his body was like a swift swallow, flying backwards.

If Zhang Heng gives people the feeling of being heavy and calm, then the petite Bu Yu is light and smart. The two happen to be in opposite directions.

Zhang Heng took out a punch, Bu Yupiao retreated, and everything only happened in an instant.

Wang Ergou, who has only three forgings, has not had time to pinch a cold sweat for Bu Yu, and has already seen this Miss Bu, who is in the town of relying on water to renovate such as chopping melons and vegetables, turning around and returning after the storm, and when Zhang Heng retracted his fist, he counterattacked with a sword.

The thin long sword, just like Bu Yu's figure, was light and agile, and the sword light flashed, directly cutting through Zhang Heng's black shirt and stabbing him in the chest.

"Good swordsmanship!"

When Meng Li saw this sword, he couldn't help but shout yes.

The wonder of this sword is not only in the sword moves, but also in the combination of the sword moves and the body method.

This unruly eldest lady, since the battle with him that day, has grown a lot, if he is in a different position with Zhang Heng, it will be difficult for him to block this sword.

"Okay, it's over!"

While Meng Li couldn't help but applaud, Wang Ergou couldn't help but yell and applaud Miss Bu.

You must know that the position of Bu Yu's sword is an extremely important part, as long as this sword stabs the opponent, the next victory is almost hand-to-hand.

Wang Ergou looked at Zhang Heng, he wanted to see what kind of change in the expression of this bandit, who was extremely arrogant before, after this sword was injured. But this result disappointed him.

Zhang Heng's face did not show any pain or panic, but a dark sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ergou's smile suddenly froze on his face, and then he looked at the other party, how could there be half a scar on his angular chest?

"What's going on? Could it be that I was dazzled just now? That sword didn't hit at all?"

Seeing this unexpected scene, Wang Ergou rubbed his eyes, revealing an unbelievable expression.

"No, you read that right!"

Just when Wang Ergou was puzzled, Meng Li's voice came from the side, and he only heard the latter say: "Bu Yu's sword just now did stab the other party, but what the other party practiced was the most hateful horizontal practice kung fu, and with the power of that sword, it was not enough to break through the opponent's defense." ”

"Horizontal practice of kung fu!"

Hearing these four words, Wang Ergou gasped. The cultivation of a martial artist is an extremely difficult thing, not to mention the horizontal practice of kung fu that requires the body, and the cultivation of this kung fu requires continuous external force to hammer the body in addition to the qi and blood forging the body, and the hard work required is more than ten times more arduous than the ordinary cultivation method.

Those who can endure this cultivation method are all people with strong personalities, and some are even crazy people who like to harm themselves. And when this exercise is practiced, the body will be as hard as iron, and it will be almost invincible in the same realm.

The cultivation conditions that are so difficult that they are prohibitive enough, and the miraculous effect of being almost invincible in the same realm after successful cultivation. This is also the reason for the origin of the word "deep hatred".

After exclaiming, Wang Ergou said in a low voice: "Miss Bu, she won't have an accident, right?"

Meng Li shook his head slightly, and said with a calm face: "I don't know, let's take a look first." ”

The moment Bu Yu's long sword stabbed Zhang Heng, she knew that her trouble was coming.

"Damn, how did you just run into such an iron lump. ”

Like Wang Ergou, when Bu Yu first entered the rivers and lakes, she was full of ambition, and what she needed at this moment was a hearty battle. The battle with Zhang Heng was not only a battle for her to vent her emotions, but also a moment for her to show herself.

Ever since she lost to Meng Li in the Shuifu Ya with "one move", this eldest lady with a strong personality has been holding back a lot of strength in her heart, vowing to give this man who once defeated him a good look.

At first, she wanted to defeat Meng Li, but after a few days of getting along and seeing Meng Li's hard work, she gave up this idea. If you can't beat this man, then show the strength you deserve in front of him and impress him with your own progress.

With such an idea, Bu Yu found Zhang Heng, and stabbed the other party in one fell swoop with a sword that he had quietly comprehended in the past few days. But judging from the touch of the long sword, her sword didn't work.

One move was ineffective, Bu Yu instantly raised his foot and kicked at the opponent's body, avoiding the opponent's punch again.

Heartbreaker fist, one punch can break the heart.

Bu Yu himself knew that if he wanted to gain an advantage from the other party, he had to give full play to the advantages of his body.

After all, he is a fierce man who is dedicated to spreading his cultivation on horizontal kung fu, and Zhang Heng naturally has to be slack in his cultivation of body methods, and it is this slack that has planted the seeds of failure for him.

Bu Yu's body is flying, like a smart butterfly. The long sword is like a wing, and between the flashes, one sword after another slashed towards Zhang Heng.

"It's useless!"

Zhang Heng roared, suddenly gave up his defense, and threw himself at Bu Yu, and he wanted to forcibly capture Bu Yu under the condition of eating a sword.

His choice was not wrong, even if he ate a sword, it would not be a big deal, as long as he could catch Bu Yu, he would be able to pick the fruits of victory.

However, Zhang Heng still underestimated Bu Yu's sense of smell. At the same time as he gave up his life to pounce, Bu Yu did not covet the advantage of this sword, but withdrew his sword. After retreating, he followed the flying step, turned in the air like a colorful butterfly, and turned behind Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng, who flew out, only felt a flower in front of him, and when he looked at it again, Bu Yu had already come behind him, and the tip of the sword poked out only to the back of his heart.

"I said, it's useless!"

Zhang Heng roared again, his feet on the ground, forcibly turned around, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and grabbed the long sword that Bu Yu stabbed.

"No, it works!"

Bu Yu's cold voice sounded, and a white light suddenly appeared from the thin long sword, and then the sword light flashed, slashing towards the right hand that Zhang Heng caught.

There are some things that can't be caught!

The sword light was accompanied by the blood light. Something seemed to float through the air.

"Ahh

Zhang Heng, who was very confident in his palm as hard as iron, suddenly felt that he was surrounded by a sharp pain, and the hand that was stretched out suddenly withdrew as if it had been electrified.

Looking at the right hand again, the palm that should have been intact, except for the thumb, four of them have been broken and disappeared!

Blood flowed, and the pain was like a tidal wave, constantly impacting, but his nerves seemed to have been paralyzed. Looking directly at his palm, there was no other expression on his face except shock.

"How is it possible, how can my fingers be cut off?"

Zhang Heng, who was extremely confident in his own kung fu, couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You must know that he has long regarded his hands as weapons, and he is also the most strict in the exercise of his hands, a pair of big hands have already been trained into steel and iron bones, and the sword is hard to divide without injury, otherwise how could he use his right palm to directly grab Bu Yu's sword?

"Your hands may be able to resist mortal iron, but don't forget that there is a treasure that can turn decay into magic on top of mortal iron. ”

The name of the sword is embroidered, and the spirit is cast at one time.

Looking at Zhang Heng, who was lost and depressed, Bu Yu smiled coldly, and the long sword was dispatched again, and the tip of the sword shook slightly, using a split sword kung fu of one flower and two flowers, which were like Zhang Heng's ankles, and broke his left and right tendons at the same time.

The sword, glowing with the power of the spirit pattern, pierced through Zhang Heng's steel-like body, like piercing soft tofu.

Zhang Heng, whose two hamstrings were broken, snorted in pain and fell to the ground helplessly.

When the bandits saw this scene, their faces were all sad and indignant.

Bu Yu held the long sword and sneered: "If any of you want to save him, just go up, don't be polite to me." ”

No one dared to move.

"Well, since no one wants to save him, then don't blame me for killing him. ”

Bu Yu sneered again, and the long sword landed on Zhang Heng's chest, gradually glowing with white light.

"Greetings, sir!"

In the Kaolan Mountains, on another mountain road not far from Zhang Heng's interception of the Li family's convoy, Guo Si, the big boss of the Guo bandits, was facing a white figure in the distance, slowly lowering his head.

Guo Si, who has been refining his body for six forgings, is only thirty-five years old this year, which is a good time for him to be in the prime of life. Today, he is one of the eleven bandit leaders in the Kaolan Mountains, holding the power in his hands, controlling the life and death of a mountain land, and is worthy of the name of the king.

It's just that a mere mountain king can't make Guo Si satisfied.

Guo Si is a very ambitious person, and his ambition is not in this mountain place, but in the farther Jieshui City. Otherwise, I wouldn't have hooked up with the big guy who just left.

When the white robe disappeared completely, Guo Si finally lifted his head.

Looking at the direction in which the man in white disappeared, he showed a sneer.

"In the end, you and I are just using each other, but I still want to thank you for giving me such a good opportunity and such a good knife. ”

With that, Guo Si stretched out his hand and wiped it on his waist, and pulled out a long knife with a narrow blade.

"Sirius Knife!"

I saw him stretch out a finger and flick it lightly on the narrow blade.

The sword body trembled slightly, and the dragon groaned.