When the strength reaches the extreme, there is indeed no need for skill, as long as it is crushed violently! Although He Song has not yet reached the realm of one force to ten meetings, but in the swordsmanship, there is already a faint trace of Situ Dongyue's shadow that day!

"Boom!"

With the momentum of the mountain wall falling, Xuanhua's ghost axe slammed into the heavy sword in He Song's hand, and after a thunderous roar, two figures fell from mid-air!

He Song stood in front of the carriage with a heavy sword in his hand, his tongue couldn't help but lick his dry lips, and there was a hint of excitement in his red eyes!

Xiong Siping floated back with the wind and landed in front of the minions, and his heart sank slightly. Just a hand, although it seems that he has a little upper hand, but that is only because he fell from a high place, taking advantage of the geographical advantage, on the other hand, the opponent not only has only one left arm, but also jumped up from the ground, although he fell a little down, but only compared to strength, it is not inferior to his arms at all!

"The idea is pricked! Everyone is side by side, and the benefits are divided into four or six shares!"

After a roar, Xiong Siping rushed towards He Song again with a Xuanhua ghost axe, and the other minions bypassed the two of them one after another and rushed to the carriage!

"Look for death!"

With a cold snort, the heavy sword in He Song's hand brought up a cold mang, and the horizontal sword immediately faced the two minions in the lead, but as for the bandit leader who was in hot pursuit, he ignored it!

The iron sword slashed, like thunder, and hit the chests of the two minions, although the two of them put the scimitar in their hands in front of their chests in time, but they still couldn't take the strength of the heavy sword, and after the two long knives were broken into four sections, the heavy sword fell on the chests of the two unabated.

The chests of the two minions dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the place where they were slashed by the heavy sword was like a piece of tissue paper, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh connected to the outside, and it looked like it was not alive!

"Look for death!"

A fierce light flashed in Xiong Siping's eyes, the death of the two subordinates certainly made him angry, but He Song's ignorance of him made him even more unacceptable, and the Xuanhua ghost axe that slashed at He Song's back suddenly became three points faster, and his strength was three points faster!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, a layer of faint golden light gushed out from under He Song's shoulder that was slashed by the Xuanhua ghost axe, and after the strength on the Xuanhua ghost axe was unloaded for seven points, the golden light only dimmed and disappeared, with a blood flower flying, the Xuanhua ghost axe was entangled by the muscles and flesh under the skin, and he could no longer move in, although it seemed that the skin and flesh were not lightly injured, but in fact, they were all skin and flesh injuries, and they were not seriously injured at all!

"Golden Bell Jar !!"

Xiong Siping's heart suddenly tightened, and a bad feeling rose in his heart!

Although he has entered the acquired perfection of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the other party does not seem to have penetrated the two bridges of heaven and earth, and the realm is still in the first-class, which is a little worse than himself!

Just like just now, it is almost an axe with all his strength, but it can't bring real damage to the other party, and after a long battle, it is inevitable that the opponent will exhaust his physical strength, and defeat will turn into victory! And there is another characteristic of horizontal kung fu like "Golden Bell Jar", that is, they are not afraid of siege, and their strong bodies make them often able to exert greater power in the melee!

"Golden bell jar?" He Song chuckled, turned around, and looked at the mountain bandit leader with a solemn face! The muscles on his back twisted, and the wound cut by Xuanhua's ghost axe tightened together at a speed visible to the naked eye, although it did not heal, but it no longer bleed!

As if stimulated by He Song's contemptuous smile, a fierce light flashed in Xiong Siping's eyes, and he said fiercely: "Boy, Xiong Ye advises you, don't look for death here, leave quickly, Xiong Ye will let you go today! Otherwise, you really think that the broken "Golden Bell Jar" can't be done without a cover! Just now, Xiong Ye didn't expect you to practice this kind of crude kung fu, and next time you won't have this good luck!"

"Cover door?"

The smile on He Song's face was even worse, and it was no wonder that the other party would mistake "The Immortal Golden Body" for the widely circulated "Golden Bell Jar", after all, the two martial arts are from Buddhism, and there are many similarities in external performance, unless it is an expert, it is easy to lose sight!

"Boy, what are you laughing at, don't be embarrassed!"

Seeing that He Song didn't speak, just chuckled, the anger in Xiong Siping's heart became more and more intense!

The smile on He Song's face slowly disappeared, and he said calmly: "It's nothing! It's just that you're stupid!"

"Look for death!"

Although he is still not sure of the depth of the other party, but under He Song's successive provocations, Xiong Siping is also a killer, with his acquired strength, even if he can't kill the other party, there is no problem if he wants to escape!

Xiong Siping's right hand was violently forced, and the Xuanhua ghost axe turned into a flash of lightning, and slashed at He Song's head, and the sound of wind and thunder on the axe body was loud, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping together!

He Song's eyes showed a hint of excitement, and the heavy sword in his hand also turned into an afterimage, slashing at the axe blade, and the pitch-black sword body was like a black dragon, slamming into the Xuanhua ghost axe!

"Boom!" A gust of wind appeared between the two of them, and the two retreating figures instantly blew around. Xiong Siping just took a step back at his feet, bit his teeth violently, his left hand was on the handle of the axe, and both hands were used at the same time, and instead of retreating, another axe slashed at He Song's empty right arm!

He Song was originally borrowing his strength to retreat, but when he saw Xiong Siping not hesitating to be injured internally, he endured the strong backlash and pounced again, and he stepped on it heavily, no longer retreated, and turned around to meet it again!

Although his right arm was missing and he couldn't directly face the slashed Xuanhua Ghost Axe, He Song was still not worried. Since the moment he rekindled his hope in martial arts, He Song knew that this shortcoming of his own would definitely be grasped by his opponent! So for more than eight months, He Song has been exercising his left hand, trying to find a solution!

And this method is a quick word!

Now how Songjin is taking the path of the heavy sword, but the foundation when he first used the fast knife is still there, and after practicing the "Immortal Golden Body", the body is getting stronger and stronger, if the heavy sword is replaced by the original willow leaf scimitar, the speed is much faster than the previous right hand!

Although the heavy sword is used now, it is far less fast than the scimitar, but it is enough!

The heavy sword in his left hand shrank back slightly, and then spit out violently, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, stabbing Xiong Siping's throat directly, but he ignored the Xuanhua ghost axe that slashed at his right arm!

"Maniac!"

Seeing the heavy sword coming straight to his throat, Xiong Siping's heart couldn't help but tremble, and secretly scolded a madman! Although he was very confident in his axe and could cut through the opponent's golden bell jar, he didn't dare to gamble with his own life, as long as He Song's right arm could block it for a moment, then his throat would definitely not be able to block the heavy sword!

When he drank low, Xiong Siping's hands holding Xuanhua's ghost axe loosened violently, and when the axe slashed at He Song's back in an arc, Xiong Siping himself also used the force on the axe to move two zhang out of thin air, avoiding He Song's first sword!

"Spiral axe!"

He Song's complexion changed, he didn't expect that this powerful Xuanhua ghost axe would be refined by Xiong Siping to make a whirling slash like a flying axe! A violent surge came on his back, and the clothes he wore on his body exploded in an instant, shattering into countless pieces!

At the same time, a sharp whirling force poured into He Song's body along the slashed Xuanhua ghost axe, stretching the muscles under the skin, slashing heavily on the bones on his back, and a crisp sound like a symphony of gold and iron sounded!

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out violently along He Song's throat, and the Xuanhua ghost axe, which weighed more than 100 catties, was embedded in his back for a while, and was caught in it by the recovered muscles and muscles, blocking the blood that was about to gush out!

"Haha, let you find death, shame on your face! Now let Uncle Ben die!"

Although he lost his weapon, Xiong Siping was excited, originally just an improvisation to save his life, but he didn't expect to seriously injure the other party by mistake, this surprise came too timely!

He Song secretly said in his heart, his "Immortal Golden Body" has not yet reached the end of practice, but he has just broken through the second layer and reached the level of refining muscles, and it is still a little reluctant to rely only on the flesh to take on the full force of the acquired perfection!

"Ahem! You can come and try it!"

Although he was seriously injured, He Song's expression remained unchanged, the injuries on his body were far less serious than Xiong Siping's imagination, if he fought to the death, it was unknown who would die!

Of course, He Song didn't need to fight to the death now, because Ye Fan was in the carriage behind him!

Just when Xiong Siping wanted to attack again, while He Song was injured, and when the battle ended, a voice like a metal collision came from inside the carriage: "Do you know where you are wrong?"

Hearing Ye Fan's question, He Song's expression changed instantly, and the originally iron-blooded strong man instantly turned into a subordinate with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes. This is not because of the fear in his heart, but because of He Song's respect for Ye Fan in his heart!

"Hui Gongzi, the subordinates should not be careless, and they should not fight hard with him like a reckless man, and attack the enemy's strengths with their own shortcomings!"

"Well, it's good to know! Let's end the battle, it's time for us to continue on our way!" Ye Fan's voice came out again, but in his voice, he didn't look at the group of mountain bandits in front of him at all, like ants, and he could get rid of them casually!

But said that Xiong Siping, when Ye Fan's voice came out of the carriage, his face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help shouting: "What kind of person, pretending to be a ghost inside, come out for me!"

Before the words fell, Xiong Siping flew up, and after avoiding He Song, a pair of fleshy palms flashed with a faint red light, turning into the size of a pu fan and shooting directly at the carriage made of sandalwood!