Sword, sharp.

Hold it in your hand to attack and defend, and be flexible and free.

Arrows, long-range attacks.

The strings are constantly inexhaustible and can be continuous!

Seeing that the youngest sister was beheaded, the four elder brothers of the Han family suddenly turned red.

They surrounded Wang Zimo in the middle, re-evaluating each other's strength, but no one dared to act rashly.

The scene just now was too heart-wrenching, killing the enemy in an instant, enough to calm everyone.

It is precisely because of this that Han Dudu, who used to "enter the enemy camp alone", was able to retreat from a million male soldiers with the strength of one person.

The prince silently raised his knife and fell, and the blood beads stuck to the white blade dripped on the yellow earth, speckled and spotted, like a blooming rose, but took away the fragrance of Dimeng.

This is the second person he killed.

A real person with flesh and blood. And these two people are both from Sanhezhuang, one is Han Tianyu and the other is Han Dimeng.

It is extremely inconsistent with the young age.

At this age, which should be buried in the stacks of books in the school, he has already killed two people, and he shot decisively and quickly, which can't help but make people worry.

The four Han clansmen, each of whom was twice the age of Wang Zimo, and Wang Zimo, who was standing in the middle, was only half a head shorter than them. But he showed an overwhelming advantage in momentum, as if the four of them together were not his opponents.

Han Tianhong was still carrying a gilded rattan bow on his back, and the quiver was hanging on his right waist.

He suddenly kicked the ground with his heels, and his whole body squatted down and fell backwards. At the same time, the gilded rattan bow on his back appeared in his left hand, and the bow and arrow were completed in one go, just in the blink of an eye, the arrow quenched with the poison of the worm appeared in front of Wang Zimo's eyes with a "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air.

Straight to the eyebrows!

The feather arrow came too suddenly!

Not only that, Wang Zimo felt that the other three people shot at the same time, and the two of them used their fists to block his left and right retreats, and a long sword stabbed into the back of the heart with a cold glow.

Everything happens in the light of light.

If the prince can't react in time, he will end up dead!

Wang Zimo completely ignored this, he concluded that the arrow from the string could not turn back, so he flipped his body as fast as he could, and at the same time stretched out his left hand, and forcibly grabbed the stabbing sword body with the toughness of the ice silkworm glove, and his right leg exerted force, and his whole body slammed into the arms of Han Chunze, who was holding the sword, like a cannonball.

Returning to the sheath, the Shadowless Fist turned into an elbow fist whirling storm and attacked in the middle.

In an instant, Han Chunze suffered a heavy blow, and his whole body flew up like a kite with a broken string, and was chased by Wang Zimo and hit three feet away.

Beating the water dogs was the principle of the prince's tacit practice.

He shook off the attacks of the left and right fist rains, and his whole body rose into the air, aiming at Han Chunze's face with a merciless continuous critical attack.

Melee closeness is the weakness of all kinds of long weapons.

Under Wang Zimo's continuous attacks, Han Chunze suddenly felt that his face was gone, his mouth was cracked, his teeth were swallowed, his nose was collapsed, his eyes were swollen, and his whole face was bearing countless punches at the same time, and strings of blood flowers appeared.

What's even more infuriating is that his Arowana Sword was clutched by this guy, and he didn't know what gloves he was wearing in his hand, as if he was sucking the Arowana Sword, and he couldn't pull it back.

If he let go, he would be greeted by Han Tianyu, who was pierced through the chest by his own sword.

The more Han Chunze thought about it, the more scared he became, and the more he was afraid, the more he couldn't help but think about it, completely forgetting that he could resist, even if it was a moment, it could slow down Wang Zimo's pace.

But he didn't, he was really shocked by Wang Zimo's murderous anger.

Gradually, the prince's silent fist shadow gradually stopped, and he made a move to turn over and take the head.

He freed his left hand, took advantage of the other party's weakness, held Han Chunze's arm high, took over the toes on the ground and slid quickly, turning from the left armpit to the enemy's back, almost at the same time, Wang Zimo's right hand touched Pingyou, drew the knife and cut it sideways, carried the back of the knife on his shoulder, and directly cut off Han Chunze's right arm holding the sword.

The whole action was done in one go, without any mud and water.

Ren Han Chunze wanted to break his head, but he couldn't imagine that the fist and the knife could be switched like this.

From childhood to adulthood, he has only received single-minded training, this guy who doesn't play cards according to the rules is really a scum!

"Ahh......h

Han Chunze clutched his broken arm and shouted and broke his throat.

However, at this time, Wang Zimo did not give his opponent a chance to breathe, he turned to Ping You, turned around and slashed Han Chunze's head.

Suddenly, a shrill whistling sound pierced the silent battlefield.

Immediately after, there was a sharp pain in the back of his heart, and Wang Zimo's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

A feathered arrow was not biased or slanted, and it happened to hit the right shoulder blade, and Wang Zimo's upper body pounced violently, and the huge force pushed his body out seven or eight steps, almost piercing his shoulder.

Before he had time to think about it, Wang Zimo hurriedly rolled on the ground.

Almost at the same time, two feathered arrows roared one after the other, sticking to Wang Zimo's scalp and sticking to the camphor tree a hundred meters away.

The feather arrow sank into the body of the tree half a foot, and the phantom of the arrow shaft vibrated and made a "buzzing" sound.

"Damn, just a little bit!"

This is the same idea as Wang Zimo and Han Tianhong, Han Tianhong was so angry that he almost shot Wang Zimo into a hedgehog; Wang Zimo repented and almost killed Han Chunze in one step!

"Ahh

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die, I don't want to die!

Han Chunze covered his broken arm and barked like a mad dog, and before he ran to Han Tianhong's side, he knelt on the ground with a "poof", and he fainted in fright.

"Useless thing!Third child, carry him back!"

At this time, Han Tianhong was no longer nervous.

He knew that Wang Zimo wouldn't last long.

The poison on the arrow was extracted by my father from the highly poisonous centipede in the Kunxu Land on the back side of the Statue Mountain, and only cultivators dare to enter the Kunxu Land, which is different from the camel under his feet. Fierce beasts abound there, all psychic, and they are much higher than those in the miasma!

Wang Zimo's eyebrows were twisted into a pimple, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of mung beans.

With great difficulty, he bent his left arm behind his back and felt the shaft of the arrow and tugged hard.

"Hiss——!"

Wang Zimo gritted his teeth and gasped, and his sturdy back was suddenly cut by the barbs of the arrow, and a big pimple was raised on his clothes.

In an instant, a strong pain hit his brain, Wang Zimo closed his eyes tightly, his thick eyebrows trembled uncontrollably, and the corners of his lips were closed tightly and still couldn't stop the blood from spurting out, and he almost fainted.

The arrow is stuck in the crack of the bone.

After a slight movement, the bones "creaked, creaked", and the prince did not dare to breathe heavily, for fear of accidentally implicating the wound, in order to minimize the pain!

At this time, even the slightest reduction is precious.

The worm poison spread rapidly along the blood, like ink dripping in water, and in a moment, Wang Zimo's shoulders turned black, his entire back was swollen and painful, and his right arm seemed to be removed, unable to lift it at all.

Han Tianhong took out an arrow from his waist, drew the bow, and aimed the tip of the arrow at the prince's silent eyebrows.

Then, he cautiously moved to the front and kicked Pingyou to the side with a flying kick.

I am afraid that the prince will resurrect silently.

He bent his knees again to lower his center of gravity, and cautiously walked to Pingyouna to make up for his two feet. After confirming that the prince could not retrieve Pingyou within two breaths, he retracted the feather arrow and put the gilded rattan bow back on his back.

"Come on!"

Han Tianhong slowly retreated, giving Han Tenghui who was standing behind Wang Zimo a look.

Han Tenghui understood what he meant, nodded and hooked the corners of his lips, and slammed his fists together. The hammer-sized fist suddenly made a series of "click" sounds.

Flat boxing is a basic skill that boxers must learn.

Generally speaking, flat punches drive waist strength, which is relatively small compared to hooks. But Han Tenghui is born with great strength, and the muscles on his arms are like cow thighs, no matter how he punches, he brings out the "huhu" boxing style.

Wang Zimo was deaf in both ears, his eyes were suddenly blind, countless snowflakes burst out of his temples, and the back of his head exploded with a "buzz", as if he was blown away by a baseball bat, rolled his eyes, and his body unconsciously fell forward.

Before it landed, it was hit again!

But he saw Han Tianhong striding and rushing, turning into a whirlwind, rolling leaves on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Wang Zimo, who was standing unsteadily, and bent his knees on his chin.

The corners of his lips cracked, revealing bright red flesh.

Wang Zimo was already unconscious and unconscious of pain, his body collapsed in many places, and he was bruised everywhere. I just felt that I just wanted to lie down, and when my consciousness was completely released, I was pushed up again, and when I was lying back, I was hit back with a heavy punch......

It didn't matter if the floor was dirty or not, cold or not, he just wanted to lie down, curl up, and resign himself to fate.

It didn't matter if he had someone holding a knife around his neck, or if he had a wild beast staring at him, at this moment, the prince Mo had lost even the will to resist.

In Han Tenghui's eyes, the prince was silently like a tumbler sandbag when practicing boxing.

And in Han Tianhong's eyes, Wang Zimo has already become a dead man, his humble soul will kneel in front of Tianyu to repent, his filthy head will abandon the wilderness and become a toy for beasts to grind their teeth, and his broken body should be hung high, turned dry in the winter wind, and cut off one by one to feed the dogs in the coming year!

The red sun hung high in the southern sky, stingily giving light to the earth. The green mist of the Black Forest was reflected in ochre, but before the warmth reached the top of the trees, it was shattered by the whistling mountain wind.

The sky was cloudy, no clouds could be seen, no sand could be seen, but the sun could be seen vaguely.

At the top of the camel peak, Wang Zimo was beaten like a mud dog by the two.

After a while, the third child who sent Han Chunze back to Sanhezhuang turned back with a green face, he shook his head and sighed, ran a few steps to speed up, and kicked the prince silently on the chest.