When the two fought, it was not that they were unwilling to help, but that the two of them were too fast, and they were all completed in an instant, and several disciples had no time to intervene. Mu Yunliang's injuries were no less severe than Pang Yunshu's, but he wanted to intervene, but he was more than willing and not strong. Although Zhang San's martial arts are high, he has to stare at Ku Zhi and He Baoting, which gives Ju Hanzi a chance to hurt Pang Yunshu. Ku Zhi saw that Ju Hanzi won the "snow without a trace" with himself within a few moves, and he was greatly surprised, Ju Hanzi's martial arts he knew in his heart that he was not Pang Yunshu's opponent at all, it was a fluke to win, it had to be more than five or six hundred moves, but now it is only twenty or thirty moves, which is really incredible. How did he know that Pang Yunshu had not recovered from his internal strength in the last competition with himself, and the martial arts conference had increased his injuries in vain, otherwise how could he lose to Ju Hanzi with Pang Yunshu's martial arts. I was wondering in my heart, but I heard Ju Hanzi say lukewarmly: "Ahem...... 'Treading Snow Without a Trace' martial arts are exquisite, ahem...... I was lucky to win on the twenty-sixth move, cough cough ...... cough cough ...... "Ju Hanzi is conceited and light-hearted, usually with light masters, they are all secretly remembering the tricks in their hearts, if they win, they can know how many moves they can beat their opponents, and if they lose, they can also know the gap between themselves and the other party." Now that he is fighting against Pang Yunshu, he is no exception. At this time, when he said this, he intended to let Ku Zhi hear it and show off his martial arts to him.

Mu Yunliang said to the disciples of the Snow Mountain: "Come and see your Uncle Pang!" Ju Hanzi looked around, looked at Kuzhi, and then looked at a few people, and said with a smile: "Ahem, they are all from the Snow Mountain, very good, very good, let's go with grandpa!" Before he finished speaking, he heard He Baoting screaming over there, but it turned out that Kuzhi suddenly exerted his strength, jumped up and slapped him. This palm was really not light, and it knocked him out of Zhangyu and fainted. All the lamas who were with Kuzhi cheered in unison, Ju Hanzi snorted, and said in his heart: "I only won a hairy boy, so I will be so public, and I will take a few more disciples of the Snow Mountain to see what he says." Thinking of this, his eyes showed murderous intentions, and just now he heard Mu Yunliang greet the remaining disciples, knowing that he was the same generation as Pang Yunshu, and the corpse staff struck at the top of Mu Yunliang's head. This time it was fast and steady, and it came without warning, Rao is Mu Yunliang has been on the battlefield for a long time, but after all, his serious injuries have not healed, although he wants to resist, it is too late. On the ground, a long sword stabbed obliquely, and the sword staff intersected, and with a crisp sound, the corpse chapel was shaken open. Ju Hanzi's face was full of consternation, and he turned his head to see that the person who handed the sword turned out to be a junior of the same age as He Baoting, and it was none other than Zhang San. Zhang San didn't participate in the battle at first, but He Baoting was injured over there, and Pang Yunshu was also defeated by Ju Hanzi here, if he didn't make a move, I was afraid that Mu Yunliang would also fall under Ju Hanzi's corpse cane, so he raised the sword of a Snow Mountain disciple to block Ju Hanzi's blow. Ju Hanzi didn't know Zhang San, how could he have thought that he was the deputy leader of the martial arts alliance in the world, but it was his own negligence that allowed the other party to get away with it. Squinted at Ku Zhi, saw his strange expression, and thought: "This monk is proud of his martial arts and is blessed by the Great Khan, and he never puts me in his eyes, if I don't clean up the kid in front of me first, how can I raise my head in the future." He didn't know that Kuzhi was not laughing at him, but he felt familiar when he saw Zhang San's move. He first met Zhang San in the Khan Palace, Yanjing, although only more than a month has passed, but at that time Zhang San was dressed as a flower, ragged, unkempt, how can he associate with the beautiful young man in a satin robe now.

At this time, Ju Hanzi jumped out, threw the corpse staff to the ground, and said hatefully: "Stinky boy, bad grandpa's big thing, cough cough, I have to kill you today." Zhang San thought to himself: "Brother Pang and Brother He are seriously injured and need to be treated as soon as possible. He raised his head, looked at Ju Hanzi, and said, "Come on!" The sword pointed at his waist, and the head of the sword was about two feet away from his body, holding it steadily. Ju Hanzi saw that he had an extraordinary bearing, different from other Snow Mountain disciples, and secretly thought: "Where did this kid get so much confidence, I won the 'Snow Without a Trace' in twenty-six moves, he was not afraid of me, but he was not ashamed in front of the monk, and he did not solve him in an instant, and he couldn't solve the hatred in my heart." Staring at Zhang Sanbao's sword, he said, "Where did you pick up this fire stick?"

Zhang San held the sword and did not move, and the internal strength was transmitted to the sword, only a muffled sound was heard, the sword and the stick intersected, and the corpse staff was broken into seven or eight pieces when it landed, and it flew away in all directions. Ju Hanzi yelled, "Not good!" and retreated sharply. Zhang San was faster, the sword stretched out, a sword on the left, a sword on the right, and only three or two strokes sealed Ju Hanzi's retreat, Ju Hanzi made several attempts to seize the road, but Zhang San was shrouded in the shadow of the sword. His blade has been lost, and now he only has the power to dodge, not to mention fighting back, even if he can't parry.

Seeing that Zhang San's body did not move, his arms were not raised, and he was shocked by the internal force that broke Ju Hanzi's blade, they were all shocked, and thought: "This young man's martial arts is really evil!"

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi's sword stabbed out, and as soon as Ju Hanzi dodged, Zhang San flew up and kicked the door in the middle, kicking the bridge of Ju Hanzi's nose and collapsing, his face was covered with blood, and he immediately fainted to the ground. Ju Hanzi has been defeated, and the enemy is left alone. Although this monk's martial arts are not as good as his own, he is also a difficult opponent, and when he thinks of Pang Yunshu and He Baoting's injuries, Zhang San is restless, he intends to let Kuzhi know the difficulty, and shouted: "Great monk, is our account settled today, or is it left for another day?"

Ku Zhi saw that he defeated Ju Hanzi in just one move, although Ju Hanzi was not his opponent, but he would never win so easily. The young man in front of him is really the strongest opponent he has encountered in his life, and his martial arts are incredible. He stepped forward to do it, although it would not be as bad as Ju Hanzi, but to win, I am afraid that it will be more difficult, but at this moment there are many people on his side, although Ju Hanzi has fainted, but most of his disciples and grandchildren are standing on the side, if he is scared and leaves, how can he save face? I thought: "Although he is holding a sword in his right hand, I will attack him to the left and fight for a long time." He took care of the injuries of those people, and the time dragged on, and his mind must be restless. So he straightened the sleeves of his robe, took the magic wand from the hand of the accompanying lama, and knew that today's battle was really a matter of life and death, and he was not careless at all, but he didn't care about it, walked out slowly, and said with a smile: "Little brother, you are strong in martial arts, and the old man admires it very much." Zhang San said: "Great monk, your martial arts are not bad, and you have been taught in Yanjing that day." As soon as these words came out, Ku Zhi remembered that the young man in front of him was the little beggar who rescued Lu Guoxuan in the Khan's palace that day. On that day, Zhang San raised dust to envelop him and Bai Yigang, he had already understood this internal force, and said secretly in his heart: "It turned out to be this kid, no wonder the martial arts are so strong." He was still silent, and praised it: "It turned out to be a little brother, but I didn't expect to see him for a few days, and his martial arts have gone to the next level." That day, the old man saw that the little brother was a martial arts seedling, and he loved it with great affection, so he let the little brother leave, but he didn't expect to meet today, and the little brother's martial arts have made rapid progress. Zhang San left that day, but he didn't let him go, he said this because he was afraid that Zhang San would tell the truth, and his face was gloomy. He highly praised Zhang San as a martial arts wizard, if he was defeated for a while, there would be an excuse, this young man had a high level of understanding, and he had a wonderful encounter, so it would not be surprising that he was defeated.

Zhang San was worried about everyone's injuries, and didn't want to say more to him, so he raised his sword and said: "Great monk, then come!" Ku Zhi didn't answer, he raised his staff to attack, and danced the magic wand in all directions, striking in all directions, sweeping vertically, and making exquisite moves. After all, Kuzhi is not an idle person, Zhang San's martial arts are high, and he can't help it for a while. At that time, Zhang San did not know martial arts, did not know the bitter wisdom, now under the tutelage of Wu Jingyi, this battle, only to see the bitter wisdom staff wind is fierce, sometimes the long staff is a false move, the palm power is real, sometimes the palm method lures the enemy, but with the magic wand to attack the gap, virtual and real, it is a rare wonderful kung fu in the martial arts, and I can't help but secretly praise this monk. After dozens of moves, Zhang San thought to himself: "This group of people is insidious and ruthless, and everyone on their side is not lightly injured. "I felt a little anxious in my heart. It's just that the implementation of Kuzhi's magic wand method is unpredictable, and it is several times better than Ju Hanzi's corpse wand, and there is no flaw in it. Split a few moves, Kuzhi a staff waved, Zhang San and he fought for a long time, has been with the soft force and wrestling, I don't know how his arm strength is, see his staff waved, handed out the sword a block, only to hear a loud noise, the sword has been bent over the staff, not into the shape, the original Kuzhi wand is made of pure steel, plus his arm strength is big, Zhang San only hit the move. With just one move, Zhang San has no blade to use anymore. The onlookers saw that the two were evenly powered, but unexpectedly, the blades changed, and the advantages and disadvantages were different, Ku Zhi was holding a long and heavy powerful blade, but Zhang San was holding a pile of scrap iron. Mu Yunliang couldn't help but shout: "Brother Zhang, you are not as strong as him, you must not fight hard!" This call reminded Kuzhi, at this time, Zhang San had no blade in his hands, and the advantage of Kuzhi was gradually strong, and the wand waved more urgently, and the staff wind completely covered Zhang San. At a disadvantage, Zhang San was not in a hurry to win, and wandered around with light skills, looking for flaws in his bitter wisdom. After all, Zhang San's martial arts are higher than bitter wisdom, and in a short time, he has already found a way to crack it. He threw the twisted sword on the ground and said, "Great monk, you are not my opponent, quickly drop the steel rod and surrender." Bitter wisdom took advantage of the advantage but could not attack for a long time, and his heart was troubled, hearing him say this, he immediately said angrily: "The kid is also rampant!" Seeing that Zhang San seemed to be smiling, he shouted: "Look at the move!" A move "Mount Tai pressed the top", and the steel rod hit the head. Zhang San dodged sideways, and his left foot had already stepped on the head of the cane. Kuzhi's hands trembled and he shook up his steel rod. Zhang San got up with the cane and actually carried him in the air, but his left foot stood firmly on the cane. Zhang San shook a few times, but he never shook him off, and when he was about to turn the steel rod upside down, Zhang San stepped out with his right foot and walked over from the staff.

These two strange moves are unbelievable in the eyes of others and bitter wisdom, but in fact, they are the techniques of breaking the long blade with the best light skills in the martial arts of the Snow Mountain School, but it needs to be assisted by strong internal force in order not to be shocked by the internal strength of the other party's blade. When Ku Zhi was stunned for a moment, Zhang San took another step forward with his left foot, flew up with his right foot, and kicked at the tip of his nose. In an instant, the bitter wisdom situation has been extremely embarrassing, the enemy possessed the steel staff, if he dodged backwards, he will inevitably bring the enemy over, this kick can not be avoided, he held the staff in both hands, unable to break up and parry, in a hurry, had to throw down the steel staff, only then jumped back to avoid this kick. When it sounded, one end of the steel rod hit the ground, and the other end had not yet fallen, and it had been copied by Zhang San in his hand. The Snow Mountain disciples cheered in unison. Zhang San put the steel staff on the ground and said with a smile: "How?" Ku Zhi's face turned white for a while, and said: "I didn't notice it for a while, and I fell for your trick." There was a hint of disbelief in his tone. Zhang Santong's heart burst out and said, "Let's do it again." Gently tossing the steel rod away, Kuzhi reached out to take it. The knowing steel rod flew more than two feet in front of him, and suddenly jumped upward, Kuzhi took it into the air, Zhang Sanfei had a long arm, and grabbed it again.

The cheers of the people in the snow mountain became louder and louder, and Kuzhi's face swelled into purple sauce. Although Zhang San's arm strength is weak, his internal strength is strong, and the steel rod is heavy, but it is not difficult to turn. The Kuzhi disciples didn't know that Zhang San's internal strength was profound, and their faces showed surprise, although the people in the Snow Mountain were familiar with Zhang San, they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw him so internal.

At this time, Ku Zhi Fang confirmed that he was indeed defeated by Zhang San, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and said slowly: "The old man is defeated, and I hope that the little brother will not embarrass my disciple." Zhang San wanted to take him and hand him over to He Baoting for disposal, but everyone on his side was injured, and there were many people accompanying him, so he had no intention of entangling with him. He was kind-hearted, and at this time, seeing the sincerity of what Kuzhi said, his heart softened by half. He threw the wand to Kuzhi and said, "Great monk, if you don't go up to the snow mountain, then let's go, I won't embarrass you." Ku Zhi was stunned, he never expected Zhang San to let his own people leave. He didn't speak at the moment, handed over the blade to his disciple, folded his hands and saluted, and ordered someone to lift Ju Hanzi and turn away.