The night was like water, and the firelight was swaying.

Han Shizhong looked at the wall and said loudly: "I have heard that the Tang Sect is unparalleled under the secret weapon, I wonder if the master of the sect can teach a few tricks?"

Tang Wushuang hesitated slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Marshal Han, please!" Before the words fell, I saw a figure flashing, he had appeared in the open space in the front yard, wearing deerskin gloves on his hands, carrying a deerskin bag on his waist, dressed in black, and masked with black cloth, which could blend in with the night at any time.

"What a light skill!" With a sigh of admiration, Han Shizhong flew down the attic, holding a fish-scale purple gold knife, standing opposite Tang Wushuang. He clenched his fists slightly, and said in a deep voice: "There is something unknown below, I don't know if I should ask?"

Tang Wushuang returned the salute slightly, and said casually: "Marshal Han, but it's okay to talk about it!"

Han Shizhong asked: "Dare to ask the master of the sect, why has the Tang Sect in Shuzhong not decayed for a hundred years?"

Tang Wushuang sighed lightly and said slowly: "Everyone knows that the Tang Sect in Shuzhong is famous for its poison and hidden weapons, but this is only the foundation of the door, but it is not the cause of immortality. The reason why the Tang Sect has not declined for a hundred years is only because the door rules are strict, and they never ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. ”

Han Shizhong bowed slightly, and asked again: "Then why did the master of the sect come to this troubled water?"

Tang Wushuang groaned: "The Tang Sect seems to be a hundred years old, but in fact, it is like walking on thin ice. At present, the monarch is mediocre and incompetent, and the court is in charge of traitorous ministers, and if the court is in charge, it will surely perish! The Tang Sect complied with the will, rose up, and vigorously engaged in a great cause, wouldn't it be happy!"

Han Shizhong was noncommittal, and sighed slightly: "Has the door master ever thought about the consequences?"

Tang Wushuang said in a deep voice: "Those who have achieved great things are not informal, how can they look forward and look backwards? Now that they have made their choice, they must bear all the consequences, even at the cost of the entire Tang Sect!"

"We are willing to follow the master to the death!" dozens of black shadows shouted in unison on the wall.

"The master of the door is good! This great Song Jiangshan is exhausted, we will obey the order, and we will not let it!" Zhao Zhengyi only felt that the pride in his chest was surging.

Han Shizhong sighed and said slowly: "The war is together, the lives are devastated, and it is the common people who suffer. The words of the master of the door seem to be generous and tragic, but they are only for their own selfish desires, and their actions are shameful, and their hearts should be punished!"

Tang Wushuang sneered: "Everyone has their own ambitions, why should Marshal Han be strong!"

The words have come to this point, and it is useless.

Han Shizhong clenched his fists slightly, and said lightly: "Door master, please advise!"

"Marshal Han, please!" The voice fell, Tang Wushuang's figure fluttered, and he slapped it out with one palm.

The purple-gold knife with fish scales suddenly came out of its sheath. Han Shizhong swung his sword to meet him, and his momentum was compelling.

The next moment, the figures of the two were staggered, the sword light flickered, and the palm shadow changed.

Han Shizhong waved the purple gold knife with fish scales, sweeping, chopping, dialing, cutting, sweeping, nai, chopping, and sudden, opening and closing, the knife was majestic, and the courage was abnormal. A sword light suddenly bloomed, as bright as a star, beautiful.

Tang Wushuang took defense as an attack, responded calmly, and the power of the palm was endless, and it seemed that he could turn the hundred refining steel into finger softness, just to overcome the rigidity with softness.

Unconsciously, the knife became more and more urgent, and it was fierce and domineering. Although Tang Wushuang was at a disadvantage, he was not afraid.

Seeing this, everyone was secretly frightened. Tang Wushuang used Tang Sect's Mianzhang to Han Shizhong's Five Tiger Broken Door Knife without showing any traces of defeat, once the hidden weapon poison was shot, wouldn't it be a chance to win?

Of course, only a true master would understand that in the eyes of strong people like Han Shizhong and Tang Wushuang, if there is no chance, the poison secret weapon is in vain.

In this battle, when you meet your opponent, you will meet a good talent, which can be described as hearty!

Han Shizhong became more and more courageous the more he fought, only to feel the pride in his chest. He let out a loud shout, raised his internal force to his peak state, and urged his true qi with all his might. Suddenly, in a sword light, the blood was full of energy.

Tang Wushuang's expression was indifferent, his gaze was as calm as water, and there was a faint condensation of formless true qi between his palms and fingers. He waved his palm again, his palms flew up, and one palm turned into seven shadows, and the shadows were sufficient. In the blink of an eye, the shadow of the palm shrouded Han Shizhong.

Tang Men Mianzhang has a trick to hide needles in the cotton, which can kill people invisibly. There is also a rain of flowers on top of the hidden needles in the cotton, and the ghosts and gods cannot escape.

Seeing the shadow of the man's palm attacking, Han Shizhong shot with all his might, his eyes were resolute, and he had the belief that he would win. Meteor lightning, wind and rain in all directions, flowers and willows, three knives in a row, like a shock, turned into a knife. The momentum of the fish scale purple gold knife was like a rainbow, and the sword light slashed, as if there were five fierce tigers looming.

At the same time, the blue light appeared in the shadow of the man's palm, and countless hidden weapons were flying, poisonous tribulus terrestris, flying locust stones, cow hair needles, and money darts...... The rain of flowers is seamless, and the ghosts and gods cannot escape.

Life and death are only in a blink of an eye, and we must go all out, and we must not leave a trace of luck.

The strongest blow is a difference between victory and defeat, as well as life and death.

The next moment, the flowers are gone, and everything is dull.

The fish scale purple gold knife sank into Tang Wushuang's shoulder. Four wounds appeared on Han Shizhong's body, all of which had black blood oozing out.

In this battle, both sides were defeated, or even died together.

Tang Wushuang looked puzzled, and muttered: "The poison has entered the body, why has the power of that knife not diminished in the slightest?"

Han Shizhong smiled bitterly: "It's just because I have already taken the poison avoidance pill beforehand." If not, you will be defeated. The rain of flowers was seamless. ”

Tang Wushuang nodded slightly, and said with a light smile: "It's a pity that Marshal Han still miscalculated one thing." ”

Han Shizhong asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Tang Wushuang said softly: "The Tang Sect in Shu, there is no peerless poison hidden weapon." The hidden weapon is quenched, and there is no medicine to solve it. Once Marshal Han has a secret weapon in his body, he will definitely die. ”

As soon as these words came out, Liang Hongyu, Han Yi, Liang Xing and all the soldiers all changed their faces.

Han Shizhong smiled sadly and said slowly: "Then it will be counted as a tie, how about it?"

Tang Wushuang shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's a win." Before he finished speaking, the figure flashed, and he was gone.

Han Shizhong still stood with his knife raised, with a calm face.

Under the light of the fire, the shadow of the sword is clearly visible. In the shadow of the knife, a pool of blood is also clearly visible.

Tang Wushuang stood quietly outside the three zhangs. Blood continued to trickle down his shoulders and soaked his clothes.

Two black shadows hurriedly flew off the wall and came to Tang Wushuang's side to stop the bleeding and bandage his wounds.

Tang Wushuang's expression was indifferent, and he said lightly: "Send Marshal Han on the road." ”

As soon as the words fell, dozens of black shadows jumped off the wall at the same time and went straight to Han Shizhong. At the same time, countless blue lights loomed in the night, accompanied by the sound of breaking the sky, and flew towards Han Shizhong.

Liang Hongyu seemed to have expected it. Before Tang Wushuang's words fell, she had already jumped down the attic.

Han Shizhong's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Hongyu, no!"

The toxin had spread to the meridians, and he was struggling to die. Seeing dozens of people emitting hidden weapons at the same time, its power was even higher than that of the rain of flowers. Liang Hongyu flew to the rescue, and he had to take or block all the hidden weapons, but for now, who could do it? Wouldn't this be for nothing?

The next moment, the sound of metal collision continued to sound in front of Han Shizhong.

Liang Hongyu is holding a long sword, her figure is fluttering, and she is guarding her life with her life.

At this moment, another figure suddenly came, and its light technique was far above dozens of black shadows. He came first, and the blood-colored sword light flashed, leaving afterimages in midair.

Seeing this situation, Tang Wushuang's face changed suddenly, and his face was like ashes.

"Plop, plop, plop, ......" The castration of dozens of black shadows came to an abrupt halt, and all of them fell to the ground.

In a few breaths, dozens of Tang Sect masters died on the spot, and a shallow blood mark appeared in each of Rao's throats.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of wheezing clearly.

Han Shizhong's eyes were slightly red, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

This famous general of the world, who collapsed in front of Mount Tai and remained unchanged, actually cried, still in front of everyone.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place. The bitterness, bitterness and emotion can be imagined.

Liang Hongyu held the sword in her hand, knelt on one knee, panting heavily, and her body was dripping with blood and glowing black. She didn't seem to be aware of it, but her eyes were smiling, staring at her husband quietly, and she instantly froze eternity.

Not far away, Yan Shan was holding the rusty long sword, panting heavily, his face as cold as frost.