Zhao Tiansong is not the kind of Lu Kun, who can only rely on the momentum of others, but he has no ability.

The Gangtian Sword in his hand means that he can compete with the sky, fight, what kind of courage is this?

He didn't sneer, let alone say anything big, because Hongzhi wouldn't give him that chance.

Even if he had the chance, he wouldn't say it, because he didn't need to.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, Hong Zhi truly experienced what a strong man was.

It is like a flame, with transparent steam. Looking at the world through the sword qi, everything is distorted, and only strength is king.

Hongzhi's Ox Relief Knife let out a faint tremble, and the white light flashed, rushing towards Zhao Tiansong's left chest.

He wanted to kill Zhao Tiansong with a knife in his hand like dealing with others, there was no way, not even a window.

The Gangtian Sword came up head-on and choked Hongzhi's throat. At the same time, Zhao Tiansong's body leaned slightly to the right, assassinating Hongzhi but not forgetting to avoid danger.

Hongzhi put away his knife and parried outward.

In an instant, red light burst out, and Hongzhi's left arm was cut.

"What's going on? obviously he has already set up his sword, why ......" Hongzhi said secretly in his heart.

This was his first defeat after worshipping the Demon Liberation, and he had obviously injected his soul into the Jie Niu Knife, so how could he still fail?

How could he be willing to give up, and his backhand was another knife, slashing at Zhao Tiansong's cheek. This trick is called "shaving cheeks", and he has used this trick to peel off people's skins, and when he goes down, the face of the person who has been hit by the trick will be gone.

It's just that this time the opponent doesn't seem to be so honest. Zhao Tiansong pulled back the Gangtian Sword in his palm, knocked outward, heard a sound, and with a spark, the knife flew outward.

Hongzhi's internal strength is still far away, this time, although the knife did not take off his hand, but the palm of his hand collapsed, and blood spilled out along the gap between his ten fingers. The body also leaned outward, staggering, and almost fell down.

The secret of the knife technique lies in the precision and ingenuity, it is not as simple as it seems, just stabbing and chopping.

Zhao Tiansong saw Hongzhi stumbling, as if he was about to fall, and he was secretly happy in his heart. But his joy did not last long, but for a moment, he noticed that there was something wrong with the left half of his face, very uncomfortable, he reached out and touched it, only to know that the left side of the face had been cut off, like a piece of paper, fluttering back and forth in the wind, half of which was connected to the skin of the right side of his face. He was busy straightening it with his hand, and then put it back while it was hot, the hot pain was inevitable, but this result was already a blessing.

Not long after Hongzhi came out, he was only a little famous in Jiangnan, and the so-called first knife in Jiangnan was just boasting, whether the kung fu had reached the level of the first knife in Jiangnan, no one could say.

But Zhao Tiansong is different, he has long been a famous hero, and now he has a chess opponent with this little fight, won't he be laughed at when he spreads it?

At the moment, although he has the upper hand, it is difficult to predict who will live and who will die in the next move.

He looked at Hongzhi with a slightly frightened look, and began to retreat under his feet, then turned around sharply and quickly withdrew.

Hongzhi didn't continue to chase him, and it was obvious that he didn't have that strength anymore.

He barely suppressed the blood surging in his chest, stood firm, and stared coldly at Hongxia at that time.

What happened next became a nightmare for Hongxia's life, lingering and repeating......

Hongxia didn't dare to think about it anymore, and her memory was dusty. She cried, lay on Dugu Yan's body, and shouted hoarsely: "I don't allow you to hurt him!"

If Hongzhi really swung down at this time, then she and Dugu Yan would be split in half at the same time.

At this time, the masked woman finally spoke again, her tone was unusually serious, and she scolded: "Enough!"

Hongzhi listened to her words very much, and immediately stopped, frowned, as if he had been greatly wronged, and said, "Eldest sister......"

The masked woman said, "Get out!"

In fact, if she doesn't speak, he won't really cut it down. He wouldn't really kill Hongxia, he just wanted to torture her and take revenge on her, as for why, he couldn't tell why, sometimes he only hated and loved.

The woman's words just happened to give him a reason to stop.

There was some hesitation on his face, but he turned around slowly, glared back at Hongxia, and walked quickly into the distance. There's nothing more relaxing than escaping.

The masked woman relieved Hongxia's encirclement, but Hongxia didn't seem to appreciate it, but blamed her.

"You'll just watch the fun, when did you help me? Your martial arts are so high, he taught you, right? Hehe, when he died, you were the best in the world, right? Why don't you avenge me? You're not a good sister at all......"

"Get out of here!"

The masked woman's eyes showed a look of extreme impatience.

Hongxia picked up Dugu Yan, got up and left. Suddenly two cold words came from the back of his head, "Put it down!"

That tone is a command.

"I don't!" Hongxia said, but she still put Dugu Yan aside. He looked back at the masked woman and said, "Why are you so ruthless?"

"I'm just so cold, what's in your way?"

"You ......"

"Get out of here!"

"Huh!"

...... She walked away, turning decisively, but at a slow pace.

No matter how slow the pace is, as long as it doesn't stop, it will eventually go far. At the deserted door, a few more people came at this time, all of them were elders in the medical pavilion, and the leader was Hong Zihua.

With steady steps, he came to the masked woman's side and said, "Girl, what's going on?"

"I don't know. Her tone was still decisive, sharp as if it were in a fight.

Hong Zihua also tolerated her like this, and said, "Oh, isn't this Engong? What's the matter? Who hurt him?"

He said these words in a tentative tone, wanting to see the attitude of the masked woman.

It's a pity that he still got a cold answer in exchange: "En, a fart man, kill it, and worry about it." ”

Hong Zihua was stunned for a moment, and said, "Girl, this ......"

"Something, that, bring nails. ”

Her tone was still tough, like an order, instructing the head of Hong Zihua.

Several old men on the side sighed secretly and whispered to each other: "Look at it, this head has made him be!"

Another white-bearded old man in his sixties said, "Hey, our head is too honest, honest and a little bit of a scumbag......

"No, it's not like a person like her to be yelled at by a junior!"

Hong Zihua turned his head helplessly and looked at the few people who were whispering. Of course he hears it. The masked woman over there could also hear it, and immediately said in a reprimanding tone: "What are you muttering about?

Several old men turned their eyes to Hong Zihua, hoping that he could stand up for himself, and also hoped that his bones would be hardened. However, since the turmoil in the Zheng family, he has never been tough. He said to a few old men, "Go ahead, bring a few more nails, and I'll use them too." ”

A few old men snorted a few times and went to look for nails.

Only Hong Zihua and the indifferent woman are left here.

Hong Zihua didn't want to say anything more, in the past two years, he has spoken softly in front of his daughter, but he has not hit a wall. She's just that, like an ice cube. Whatever you say to her, her tone is the same, everything she says is like a command, and she ignores anyone.

When the old men came back, Hong Zihua had already left, they put down the nails, and they also wanted to leave quickly, but unexpectedly, they were ordered by the woman again: "You want to leave? So many corpses are cold here, quickly clean up!"

Several old men trembled with fear when they heard her speak.

(End of chapter)