If it is said that the slaughter of low-level martial artists by a peak realm martial artist is a tiger entering a flock, then this blue-shirted old man who suddenly rushed out is like a god descending from the earth, and no one is his enemy.

Dao Dao light blue sword qi is volleying in the air, and the touch is a limb separation, whether it is a disciple of the Green Wolf Gang or a bandit in Crouching Tiger Village, they all deeply feel the horror of the warriors of the Yingjie period.

Even Liu Feng was scarred, which was the reason why he used many disciples as shields.

"Hahaha, old horseman, why can't you get along with these low-level martial artists, what's coming at me!"

Just when Liu Yi was hiding in embarrassment and preparing to escape, another shocking voice spread out, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw a middle-aged man coming on foot, holding an iron rod with eyebrows in his hand, the undulating road had no effect on it, and he crossed a distance of several zhang in the blink of an eye, but in a breath, he came to the old man in the basket shirt from far to near, and the iron rod swept to block a sword qi and rescued a disciple of the Green Wolf Gang who would be split into two.

The disciple who escaped death was just a young man, and his body froze in place at this time, with a frightened look on his face.

The man in the green shirt looked around as if he was looking for something, and after seeing Liu Feng, who was scarred but had no worries about his life, a trace of haze flashed in his eyes, and when he saw the young man in front of him who was stunned in place, he couldn't help frowning and scolded: "Why are you stunned, don't you get out of here!"

The young man was reprimanded by this, and immediately came back to his senses, and after seeing the middle-aged man wearing the clothes of the Green Wolf Gang, his fear calmed down and he fled to a distant place in a hurry.

"Heh, the kung fu in his hands is not very good, the dog's nose is quite smart, if the Green Wolf Gang loses a heroic warrior, presumably, he can only be a man with his tail between his legs."

Looking at the sudden middle-aged man, the old man in the basket shirt moved slightly, knowing that the plan had failed, he immediately opened his mouth and said sarcastically.

"It's just an old thing about a rotten wood, the tone is not small, and the name of the sword is rumored outside, and today I will learn whether it is worthy of the name. ”

The middle-aged man stood on the ground holding the iron rod, Tsing Yi restrained his muscles, and stared at the old man in blue shirt with a pair of bright eyes.

Then the leg force rushed forward, leaving a footprint deep in the ground, and the iron rod dragged on the ground in his hand was aimed at the old man in the blue shirt and slashed down on his head, running with all his strength, and a pale cyan light flowed out from his hand to wrap the iron rod, and the bearer's "woo woo" broke the air and fell violently.

The old man in the blue shirt was old, so he naturally would not resist this move, only to see his figure retreat, dodging this fatal blow, and then swinging his sword

Wave chopping pose

is the same as cutting waves, the old man in the blue shirt and the leader man are actually the difference between heaven and earth,

Dao Dao sword qi flew out and fused in the air, forming a huge sword qi that flew away.

The middle-aged man held the iron rod on one side with his left hand, put it across his chest, and slapped the air on the other side with his right hand, a violent vibration force spread, stirring the surrounding air, and then his right hand clenched tightly, and the violent vibration disappeared as if it was a flash in the pan.

The iron rod in the middle-aged man's hand was flexibly pointed, and the weak point of the huge sword qi was pointed, and the strong concussive power made the sword qi radiate, although the residual power made everything around it become broken, but for the middle-aged man, it was no longer a concern.

After the middle-aged man broke the sword qi, he stepped forward and pressed the old man in the blue shirt, not leaving an inch, and the special iron rod weighing thousands of catties seemed to be nothing in his hand, and he used it flexibly, forcing the old man in the blue shirt to parry.

The old man in the blue shirt is old, his qi and blood have begun to decay, and his strength has naturally declined, but fortunately, he has calmed down over the years, studied hard to fight the enemy, and has also made a lot of fame near Jinshui City.

The old man in the blue shirt and the middle-aged man were both early martial artists in the early stage of Yingjie, if they were like other martial artists, the old man in the blue shirt would have already withdrawn, relying on the large amount of elixir to restore true qi carried on his body, releasing sword qi from afar, and consuming the enemy alive.

The middle-aged man is obviously burly and powerful, but it has not had the slightest impact on the skills, an eyebrow-level iron rod is flexible and changeable, splitting, collapsing, pointing, dialing, blocking, sealing, teasing, changing in no way, making people tired of parrying, like a dog's skin plaster with a slight retreat and entanglement.

Although he was tired of parrying, the old man in the blue shirt did not have the slightest anxiety, and secretly held the long-cherished red talisman in his sleeve in his left hand, and his heart was reluctant, ready to find an appropriate time to hit it hard in one fell swoop, and even kill it.

The blue-shirted old man who brought infinite fear to the Green Wolf Gang and Crouching Tiger Village was blocked by the sudden appearance of the Green Wolf Gang Elder, and the fear in everyone's hearts was suppressed, and they vented their fear and killed many people in the Three Rivers Gang.

After shattering the heart of a Sanhe Gang disciple with one palm, Liu Yi bent down to search his body, watching the surrounding Green Wolf Gang disciples kill like chicken blood, Liu Yi secretly shook his head in his heart, preparing to retreat to the edge and hide.

Although the elders seem to have the upper hand, in fact, the victory or defeat is unpredictable, and the slightest difference between the warriors is a thousand miles, and the slightest mistake will end up in a situation of death.

Looking around, Liu Yi, who was about to leave quietly, moved slightly, thought for a moment and made up his mind, identified a direction and quietly touched it, the dark night had little impact on the martial artist.

The real name of the owner of Crouching Tiger Village is Huang Hao, and when the city was not yet established, in this poor mountain and bad water, he was a bully who was said to be the only one within a hundred miles, and no one dared to provoke him.

Speaking of which, Huang Hao's experience is also tortuous and bizarre.

Huang Hao's father is a gambler who is addicted to gambling, soaking in the town's gold cave all day long, not entering the house, the solid family background passed down by the elders, in a drunken gamble, lost a fine light, and owed a lot of debts, even the grocery store that was regarded as the meat of the heart by the elders was also taken out.

Huang Hao's mother is a beautiful girl who can be counted within a radius of ten miles, gentle and virtuous, with a slender figure, as if a gust of wind can blow it down, giving people a morbid sense of beauty, although she is weak when she is young, but this is not enough to become a fairy in the minds of many teenagers.

The two met from the matchmaker's introduction, Huang Hao's father took a fancy to each other at a glance, the man's family background is solid, and he will not let his weak daughter marry and suffer, the woman's parents naturally agreed, and it didn't take long for them to tie the knot, give birth to Huang Hao, and life is also happy, except for Huang Hao's father's gambling problem.

Suddenly hearing that her husband had lost all the money in the family and owed a large amount of gambling debts, his wife, who was already weak, fainted in anger and never woke up.

Life goes from colorful to dark, only in one night.

With no place to return to his home, his father not only did not repent, but became even more aggressive, working as a janitor in the casino, always thinking that he could win back what he lost, and ignoring everything, as if he had severed the relationship.

His dead mother was also hastily buried because she had no money, and that night, he knelt in front of the grave and cried for a long time.

Huang Hao, who was only twelve years old, was displaced, living a life of stealing chickens and dogs, perhaps his father became famous because of gambling, and gradually, the sturdy Huang Hao also joined the gang and became a thug.

Just like the storyteller sang, at the age of sixteen, Huang Hao offended the big man and was hunted down by his subordinates.

Huang Hao is also a genius and smart, after cultivating in the mountains for half a year, he has improved, although he is still refining and refining qi and entering the martial arts period, but it is also more than an adult.

It is exactly like what the storyteller said, after Huang Hao went back, he killed the family of the person he was chasing, and also snatched the position of the gang leader, which was originally a small street gang, and since then it has been carried forward, or in a high position, Huang Hao has gradually become cruel.

When the city was under construction, Huang Hao, as a local snake, naturally wanted to get a piece of the pie, but he was driven out of the city by the major forces, and he had no choice but to take a large number of people to wander away from the mountains and become a thief who was a mustard and a thief.

At this time, Huang Hao was cut with a huge wound by the sword qi in his back and was seriously injured, but because of his physique and exercises, he did not die immediately, but his body was extremely weak, as long as he cultivated well in the future, he could still pick up a life.

Perhaps it was the suspicion of being in a high position that was at work, Huang Hao felt that everyone around him looked at him like looking at a sick tiger without claws and teeth to be slaughtered, and his eyes revealed a burning desire.

Enduring the sharp pain in his back, Huang Hao stood up slowly, looked at the people who were staring at him one by one expressionlessly, forcibly twisted the muscles on his face, showed a cruel smile, found a random direction, and walked into the bushes.

Many of the bandits in the surrounding Crouching Tiger Village saw that the owner of the village was seriously injured and fled, looked at each other, and scattered and fled the next moment.

Perhaps the ferocity of the owner of the village over the years has been deeply engraved in the hearts of everyone, and no one fled in the direction where Huang Hao left.

Walking cautiously, he walked silently, even if he was drowsy, Huang Hao did not stop, whenever he was about to hold on, he poked the wound behind his back with his hand, and the intense pain rushed into the brain, and the idea of drowsiness was completely vulnerable in the face of pain.

After walking for about eight or nine miles, seeing that there was no one chasing behind him, Huang Hao couldn't hold on any longer, collapsed in a dense grass, and his unconsciously trembling right hand took out bottles and cans or external or internal wound medicine from his clothes, groped for a long time before pouring out a pill, and filled it into his mouth tremblingly and swallowed.

Just as Huang Hao was about to use the external wound medicine, there was a sudden faint sound of footsteps behind him, Huang Hao was instantly stunned in place, and the arm raised in mid-air suddenly drooped, and even the sound of breathing became vague.

"Click"

The sound of stepping on a dead tree branch was heard, and it was extremely loud in the silence.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and Huang Hao no longer has a trace of luck.

"Who's here?"

Huang Hao stood up and turned to look.

"It's just a nobody passing by here, why worry about it, I think this strong man seems to have been injured, and he has been practicing medicine for generations in his ancestors, or let him diagnose one or two."

With a kind smile, Liu walked closer and closer, and because he left in a hurry, he didn't bring a sword, and he looked harmless.

However, even if Liu Yi didn't put on the clothes of the Green Wolf Gang, Huang Hao wouldn't believe his reply.

"Stop, if you go any further, don't blame my men for being ruthless!"

Huang Hao frowned slightly, and said in a stern tone.

"I have been exposed to it since I was a child, and my medical skills are also exquisite, I look at this strong man, I'm afraid he is not far from death" Liu Yi smiled and said seriously.

The atmosphere is gradually starting to get delicate!