In the blink of an eye, Fu Hao's fist collapsed into the scabbard and collided with the knife that followed closely behind.

The sound of "ping-pong" is like a combination of gold and iron.

The jade light of the punch made direct contact with the blade, but the blade could not leave a trace on that hand.

Fu Hao and the knife-wielding man's feet were tightly inserted into the stone platform, and the two couldn't hold each other for a while.

The knife wielder's affectionate surprise seemed to be a little unexpected.

Fu Hao's sleeves were blown by the strong wind, and the jade light in his right hand was even stronger, and his fist advanced another inch.

only heard a "bang", and the stone platform under the feet of the two people cracked directly, and the stone chips flew one after another.

When the dust settled, Fu Hao stood on half a stone platform, his figure not moving.

Across from him, the knife-wielding man was already standing on the ground, a pile of rubble beneath his feet.

The knife-wielding man's hands trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth had cracked.

He looked at the knife in his hand, all thinking.

After a while, the knife-wielding man got out of the way behind him, and regardless of healing, he walked straight to the side and sat down cross-legged.

Fu Hao was surprised in his heart, not because of the boldness and directness of the person in front of him, but because of his obsession with knives.

It can be seen that after this knife, the knife bearer has already realized something, and has entered a meditative state, obviously there is a tendency to fall deeper and deeper, maybe he can directly touch the realm of divine separation.

Yes, Bu Mingming realized the realm of divine separation on which the waves and cheapness relied at the head of the Chu River, and this sword-wielding person was so easy to reach.

This Divine Machine Pavilion is really unfathomable......

Fu Hao's face was solemn, according to what he saw in his dream, this valley has nine twists and eighteen twists and turns, a total of eighteen stone platforms, there will not be eighteen such masters, right?

However, even if there are eighteen masters, they think that this will stop me, and when I get to the Divine Machine Pavilion, I will ask them what their hospitality is, and by the way, ask for physical exertion and mental damage......

Thinking like this, Fu Hao walked into the first song without the slightest hesitation.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for me to come before the second fold.

There was a stone platform with a man standing on the stone platform with a gun in his hand.

The whole body of the gun is snow-white, and there is a touch of red tassel tied at the head of the gun, which is the most authentic "snow red" in the gun.

"Is it a gun after the knife is finished?" Fu Hao whispered in his heart, but his eyes were always on the person with the gun.

There is something special about the man with the gun.

It's not that he's very handsome or ugly, it's the opposite, but it's too ordinary, so ordinary that he's holding a gun now, and your eyes can't help but be attracted by the "snow red", and you will subconsciously ignore his existence.

Fu Hao did not hesitate to believe that if he was placed in the crowd, he would definitely not attract attention at all.

Such a person can be normal or scary.

Such people look the most ordinary, and the least ordinary.

Also, how can an existence equal to the knife-wielding man just now, be ordinary.

When the gunman saw Fu Hao appear, the spear in his hand had been raised slightly, and the head of the cold mang gun was locked far away.

Fu Hao had a feeling of being targeted by a beast, and subconsciously his internal force worked.

The gunman stepped heavily under his feet, and his figure was already swept out.

Unlike fighting with the first person on the stone platform, he had already left the stone platform and was the first to strike.

The gun in his hand was faster than a man, and as early as when he stepped on the ground under his feet, the body of the gun bent a slight arc, which was accumulating strength.

The gunman immediately walked in front of Fu Hao, and the spear struck upward.

Fu Hao heard the sound of wind and thunder in his ears, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in his eyes.

One shot, wind and rain thunder.

Fu Hao's body was slightly sideways, and he could avoid this pick, and his right hand bent his finger and shot at the gun.

"Snow Red" trembled slightly, and the gun-wielder saw that he couldn't pick it up, and his body turned, and the spear spared a week, and the power was even stronger, and it smashed down on Fu Hao's head.

The wind of the gun can break the river and the sea, and the gun falls into the stars.

One shot, a meteor breaks the water.

In the face of such a shot, Fu Hao did not panic, his eyes flashed with a little golden light, and he already knew the trajectory of this gun in his heart.

He leaned back, as if forced by this shot, but made a beautiful iron bridge, supported his hands, and shot backwards.

No one expected that Fu Hao would use this trick to crack it.

It's simple to say, but it's actually thrilling, and no one knows where this shot landed, and if you turn over rashly, you may be split immediately. Fu Hao seemed to dodge easily, but it was because he knew the location of the gun in advance.

A hint of surprise flashed in the gunman's eyes, and he thought that in this case, the only way to face his shot was to take it hard. All the previous opponents either admitted defeat or fought defense, but I didn't expect this person in front of him to easily dodge with this move...... It seems that this trick still needs to be perfected.

The gunman's mind was in a hurry, but his hands were moving. He didn't shoot a single shot, and his body turned around for a week. Instead of turning around, he leaned back and stabbed him in the back.

This trick seems to be involved in the marksmanship of many schools of martial arts, and it is called "back horse gun" in the rivers and lakes.

And now the gun bearer uses a return gun, which is different from the others.

First of all, it is generally accepted by the people in the rivers and lakes that the return of the horse gun is often a counterattack when evading the enemy's attack, and the victory is to take the enemy by surprise and attack him unprepared; while the gun-wielding man is on the offensive side and uses it himself, although it is also expected, but the effect is greatly reduced.

Secondly, although the return rifle is brilliant, its real power is average, and if the opponent is on guard, he can still block it; although the gun wielder's two shots are empty, he has accumulated the power that has nowhere to vent and uses all of them on this stab, which is already beyond imagination.

It can be said to be three shots, or it can be said to be three shots in one shot.

The spear was too powerful, and there was a rapid sound of breaking through the air.

Fu Hao's figure stood firm, and a little cold light in front of him quickly expanded.

A little cold came first, and then the spear was like a dragon.

One shot, the gun moves the dragon shadow.

The gunman picked, smashed, and stabbed again, occupying the absolute initiative, which seemed to have made Fu Hao unavoidable.

Since there is no way to avoid it, then fight against it.

Your three shots are naturally amazing, so let's try my punch too.

Fu Haohui through the abyss, the force from the ground.

The right hand was lifted from his waist, and the light of jade flickered.

Facing the gun, Fu Hao punched Zhongzheng peacefully.

With the attack of the eight winds, I will not move, let you do all kinds of martial arts, I will only meet them with one punch.

Sparks splashed in the air, and a figure took ten steps back, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The dust had dissipated, and the knife-wielder had returned to sit on the stone platform, and he stared blankly at him, his eyes as if shocked, confused, and clear.

In front of him was a gun, the body of which was already bent.

And Fu Hao has already gone to the next level.

The "red in the snow" that bent the gun holder with a punch, Fu Hao was not complacent, he just felt that it was too hot, took out a folding fan and walked forward while fanning the wind, and felt bored and sang a little song by the way.

"Nine bends and eighteen bends, eighteen stone platforms, eighteen guards, eighteen kinds of weapons......" Fu Hao thought about it a little, and guessed the truth of the matter, and then he thought of the mountain song sung by the woodcutter who called himself Xue Chu when he went up the mountain, which has a sentence "Tianmen has nine songs and eighteen dangers, and there are instruments that guard the gods."

"Eighteen weapons, eighteen idiots...... This title is reasonable!" Fu Hao nodded, "The eighteen weapons commonly called by the world are knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, grasps, boring, sticks, lances, sticks, crutches, meteor hammers, I don't know if the next one is a sword?"

Fu Hao looked up at the sky, and felt that it was necessary to speed up, after all, he didn't know what moths were waiting for him behind the Eighteen Instrument Idiot.

When I looked up, the fourth stone platform had arrived.