When everyone looked at it, they were all taken aback, this person was tall and fat, more than eight feet tall, and three or four hundred pounds. This time, even the extremely solid platform shook slightly. The man walked to the entrance of the stage, did not clasp his fists and saluted, crossed his hands around his waist, and said: "I am called 'Iron Scale' Zhao Dazhuang, and the deputy leader of the martial arts alliance can't be here." Whoever wants to do something with me, let him come up. When everyone in the audience heard it, they were all happy, and listening to him, he must be a bad person.

Qiao Song frowned, slightly unhappy, but still smiled: "Strongman, we are not in the ring today. If you don't want to be the leader of the alliance, please step down. Zhao Dazhuang shook his head and said: "This is obviously a ring, who said it is not a ring? You don't allow me to make a move, how can you call someone to the stage?" Qiao Song was still about to say, Zhao Dazhuang said: "Okay, if you want to do it with me!" Qiao Song jumped back and avoided it, and said with a smile: "I'm a housekeeper, how can I stand up to a strong man's punch?" Zhao Dazhuang smiled: "Then stand up as soon as possible." Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed at the entrance of the platform, and a beggar in ragged clothes was already standing.

This beggar is in his thirties, carrying six cloth bags, has some friendship with Qiao Song, has a violent temperament, and is usually happy and sincere to Qiao Song, seeing that Zhao Dazhuang is rude to Qiao Song, he can't hold back, he jumped on the stage, and said coldly: "Brother Qiao can't do anything with unknown people." Brother Zhao, I'll pick you up three punches!"

Zhao Dazhuang shouted: "No matter how good it is!" Without asking his name, he raised his bowl-sized fist and shouted, "Look at the move!" and slammed it into his chest. The avatar turned and took a step, and with a muffled "wave", the punch hit the cloth bag on his back. Zhao Dazhuang only felt that the fist was soft and slippery, and his heart was strange, and he shouted: "What do you have in your bag?" The Huazi said coldly: "Tell Huazi to beg everywhere, and sleep in the wilderness when he is sleepy, what do you say you can catch?" Zhao Dazhuang was taken aback and said in a lost voice: "Snake...... Snake ......" the avatar said: "Yes, it's a snake!" Zhao Dazhuang thought of Shicai's punch, and couldn't help but feel a little disgusted, and when the second punch went out, he raised his hand and hit the door directly, but he didn't know that this avatar jumped up, turned half a circle in the air, and turned his vest towards him.

Zhao Dazhuang was afraid that his fist would be bitten by the big snake in the bag, or that he would hit his fangs with a punch, so he forcibly turned his fist, raised his palm in front of his chest, and kicked his right leg to the opponent. Seeing that he was hairy, the avatar was secretly amused, and rolled sideways on the stage, the cloth bag he was carrying was already leaning against his calf. The big snake in this bag is actually very tame, and its fangs have long been removed, but how did Zhao Dazhuang know, he screamed and jumped with both feet. The long arm of Nahuazi's right arm had already grabbed his chest, and he took advantage of the momentum and shouted: "Wu Zixu lifts a thousand catties!" and lifted him in the air.

Zhao Dazhuang was grabbed by the other party in the chest "Purple Palace Acupoint" in a panic, and his whole body was sore, unable to move, and he was angry and angry, but he couldn't threaten it. The heroes in the audience remembered that his nickname was "Iron Scale", and when they saw him again, the audience laughed, and Cui Yang shouted to Nahuazi below: "Put it down, Hugh is rude!" Nahuazi said: "Yes!" put Zhao Dazhuang on the stage, stepped off the stage, and got into the crowd.

Zhao Dazhuang's face swelled into purple sauce, and he pointed to the audience and scolded: "Thief, come and fight Uncle Zhao with real swords and guns, such sneaky, what kind of hero?

Suddenly, a figure floated up the high platform, standing with his left foot on the edge of the platform, staggering as if he was about to fall down, but Zhao Dazhuang was good-hearted, and shouted: "Be careful!" stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help. He didn't know that this person intended to show his superior martial arts in front of the heroes, and as soon as his palm touched the man's left arm, the man hooked a belt and cast a big grappling trick in his hand to "hit the mountains and rivers". Zhao Dazhuang flew out of the stage involuntarily, and with a "bang", he fell to the ground solidly. When everyone looked at that person, they saw that he was well-dressed, with long eyebrows and handsome eyes, and someone knew him, it turned out to be Cong Wen, the eldest disciple of Zhong Zhihe, the head of the Kunlun faction.

Zhong Zhihe sat on the first row of chairs on the left side of the stage, and saw that although his big trick was skillful and free, his behavior was frivolous and violated the way of loyalty, and his heart was displeased, and his face was gloomy. Sure enough, there were many people in the audience who were not convinced, and three voices sounded at the same time in Taidong and Taixi. shouted: "Good handsome kung fu, brother come to learn a few tricks!" "What is this?" "People are kind enough to help you, but you are plotting!" As he spoke, the three of them jumped onto the stage at the same time.

Cong Wen since the age of fifteen with the art of the teacher, worship to Zhong Zhihe, more than ten years of hard practice, and is the origin of family learning, in the younger generation of heroes is already a first-class talent, see the three of them together, secretly happy in the heart, thinking: "I defeated these three at the same time, Fang seems to be superb." He was afraid that the three of them would fight separately, so he didn't speak at the moment, his body shook, and he had attacked the three of them in an instant. The three of them had not yet stood firm, but the enemy had suddenly arrived, and they hurriedly raised their hands to parry. Cong Wen didn't wait for the other party to ease up, his palms flew over, and he actually surrounded the three of them in the core with one circle and three, and he took advantage of the external momentum. The three of them squeezed against each other, and their fists and kicks became more and more difficult to use. The heroes in the audience looked at each other, and they all thought: "I heard that the 'eight-armed immortal ape' Zhong Zhi and the famous Zhen were in the world, and they really deserved their reputation, and even the apprentices who taught them were so powerful?"

Those three people didn't know each other, and they didn't know the martial arts and boxing of others, so they were surrounded by Cong Wenyi, and they couldn't respond to take care of them, but they restrained each other. The three of them rushed several times in a row, but they couldn't grab the encirclement formed by Cong Wen's dense palm technique.

Several disciples of the Kunlun faction were happy in their hearts when they saw that Cong Wen had gained the upper hand in the audience. Zhong Zhihe said: "These three pus, of course, are not Wen'er's opponents. In fact, why did he bother to be a hero at this time, and spent all his strength? When there will be a real master on stage, won't it be difficult to resist the enemy? With so many heroes and heroes, who doesn't want to be the deputy leader of the alliance, Wen'er is still too vigorous. Qiao Song was beside him, and when he turned his head to stand in the stands, he saw that Cong Wen had knocked the two off the stage, and the remaining one person was struggling to support it, and he expected that he would lose within five moves, and he thought: "Today, the heroes of the world will meet friends with martial arts, and they will compete for the deputy leader of the martial arts alliance, but in the end, I don't know who won the leader, took the lead, and rescued the master with everyone." ”

At that time, in the hearts of thousands of heroes in the audience, all of them had this thought, only to hear a cry of "ahh

The hour was late at night, and at this time, including Cong Wen, the disciples of Kongtong, Hengshan, Huashan and other sects had already stepped down one after another, and some lonely swordsmen and chivalrous warriors in the rivers and lakes, four eight-bag disciples and six seven-bag disciples in the beggar gang had also lost their hands one after another. Those who can come to power at this moment are already first-class masters who have been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes. Mu Yunliang of the Snow Mountain Sect has defeated three good players in a row on the stage, and he is performing the Snow Mountain Sword Technique, fighting with a man in his forties.

The man's name was Liang Hu, he was in his forties, tall, dark-skinned, and a Tibetan. When he was young, he went to Kunlun Mountain to collect medicine, fell into the cliff, and met the master to earn the door, and learned a fierce and dangerous outer martial arts. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder in his sword technique, and it was booming, and it was majestic. Mu Yunliang's snow mountain swordsmanship is fluttering and flickering, making the other party elusive, the two of them are rigid and soft, one sword and one sword, and they are quite equal on the stage. When this kung fu was revealed, the hundreds of heroes in the audience who originally wanted to compete on the stage were all ashamed of themselves, and they all thought: "Fortunately, I didn't rush to the stage, otherwise wouldn't I have sacrificed my own ugliness? ”

Although Liang Hu's knife technique is fierce, but the wind does not end, and the rain does not end, after all, it is difficult to last, although the whirring sound is getting louder and louder when he swings out the knife, in fact, the potential contained in the middle is not as good as before. Mu Yunliang's sword moves were neither faster nor slower than before, and he was always engrossed in seeing the moves. He knew that today's battle was not to defeat a few opponents and settle the game, and most of the opponents who came to power were getting stronger and stronger, so he had to leave his stamina.

Liang Hu was invincible for a long time, and his heart became anxious, thinking that he had been in the northwest for more than 20 years, and had never encountered a strong opponent who could block his thirty moves. The two of them repeatedly dismantled more than 20 moves, and Liang Hu saw that the other party's swordsmanship was exposed, and shouted: "Go!" A knife slashed at Mu Yunliang's chest. Mu Yunliang's sword was swung out, and with a "dang" sound, the two blades intersected, and they were sticking to each other, turning into a situation where each had internal forces fighting.

After a while, Liang Hu's face suddenly changed color, he staggered back a few steps, and arched his hand and said: "Admire, admire!" He walked to the entrance of the stage and said loudly: "Uncle Mu's subordinates are merciful, and they didn't ask for their brother's life, they are really heroes and benevolent, and brothers are happy and convinced." Saying that, he took a deep breath, shook his head, jumped off the stage, and Mu Yunliang arched his hand and said, "Brother Chengliang will give way." ”

It turned out that Liang Hu slashed out with a knife, intersected with Mu Yunliang's blade, hurriedly urged the internal force, and suddenly felt that the opponent's momentum had become void, as if it was empty but not empty, as if it was not real, and there was another viscous force wrapped around the knife through the blade.

This seemingly illusory perception was transmitted from the opponent's blade through the treasure knife to his own arm in an instant. Then from the arm to the chest, straight down to the dantian, the lower abdomen was like accumulating more than ten bowls of boiling water, squeezing to explode. Under this shock, his soul flew out of the sky, and he hurriedly grabbed it, but the blade was as if it was glued to the extremely tough, although it was pulled back half a foot, but it couldn't leave the opponent's long sword. When the master taught him martial arts, he once said that his wind and thunder sword technique was more than enough to walk the rivers and lakes, but if he met a master of the inner family, he must be careful, as long as he gave the other party internal force to invade the dantian, even if he was not killed on the spot, this kung fu would be wasted. This thought flashed in his mind, his eyes were closed, and he was going to die, and suddenly the stickiness on the knife suddenly lost, and then the depressed heat in the dantian slowly disappeared.

In this battle between the two of them, Liang Hu's sword technique is fierce and powerful, and everyone in the audience can see it, but Mu Yunliang actually defeated him invisibly, and anyone who has a little insight will no longer dare to challenge on stage. Mu Yunliang is the leader of the second generation of disciples of the Snow Mountain School, although he is only more than thirty years old, he is a rare martial arts wizard, and his martial arts are quite successful, nicknamed "Thousand Mountains and Twilight Snow", which is because of his deep internal strength, everyone secretly thinks below, and does not dare to act rashly, only a few reckless people who do not measure their strength come to the stage to teach, but they are not able to receive a few tricks, and they are defeated.

Qiao Song said loudly on the stage: "Mu Daxia is both civil and military, I don't know if there are still heroes in the audience." He asked three times in a row, but no one answered, and the seven or eight disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect in the audience cheered loudly, and Pang Yunshu was also very happy when he saw that his junior and younger disciples were overpowering. At a glance, I saw Xu Ming's eyes fluttering next to him, and he was shocked, and said secretly: "It's not good, the head of Kongtong is about to come to the stage!" Sure enough, the figure flashed, and Xu Ming had already stood on the stage, only to hear him say: "Kongtong Xu Ming, learn the 'Thousand Mountains and Twilight Snow' tricks." Mu Yunliang's sword thrust into the stage, hugged his fists and gave a salute, and said: "Junior Mu Yunliang, please teach Master Xu." In addition to the future of Wu Jingsen, the head of the Snow Mountain, Kunlun, Xu Ming of Kongtong, Cheng Baiqing of Huashan, and Mo Huapu of Hengshan were all present, although Xu Ming was only more than ten years older than Mu Yunliang, and a few years younger than Tan Yunchun, Feng Yunjin, etc., but he was the head of Kongtong, so Mu Yunliang called himself "junior". Xu Ming smiled: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." With a punch, he hit Mu Yunliang. The power of this punch does not seem to be very strong, but the power of the fist is almost as far as it can be distributed. Before Qiao Song retreated, he was punched on his cheeks, hot and painful, and he hurriedly jumped on the side of the stage.

Mu Yunliang didn't dare to slack off, with a flick of his left hand, he returned a move with his right fist, which was the trick in the 36th "Snow Mountain Boxing" of the Snow Mountain Sect. The two fisted and fought on the high platform. At this time, the moon sank and the stars faded, more than 100 candles were planted around the high platform, and more than 10 torches were held on the side.

After fighting to more than fifty moves, Mu Yunliang gradually became frightened, no matter how he changed his moves, the other party could always calmly resolve it, it was a rare strong enemy in his life, but he did not take advantage of the situation to attack, it seemed that he aimed to exhaust his internal strength, and then attacked in a big way.

Mu Yunliang has fought several people in a row this day, and in addition to Liang Hu, although there are also some leaders of second- and third-rate sects in the rivers and lakes, in his opinion, they are all ordinary people, all of them are insignificant, and they have not spent much strength. At this time, the head of Kongtong came to power, which was the real test. Seeing that Xu Ming was going to return, his body was erratic, and his palms fell at the moment, turning from fists to palms, and he rushed to attack. Snow Mountain martial arts to swordsmanship, fist, palm to leave the name of the rivers and lakes, and called the "Snow Mountain Three Uniques", although Mu Yunliang is not very old, but this "three uniques" is proficient in everything, at this time to show out, but see the fire of more than ten torches on the side of the stage floating outward, only this section, which shows the strength of the palm.

Under the light of the torches, the two people on the high platform flew with their fists, and their shadows swirled, which was really beautiful and terrifying.

A disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect asked Pang Yunshu, "Uncle Pang, does Uncle Mu have a good chance of winning?" Pang Yunshu said: "So far, your Uncle Mu has not used a blade, although he does not seem to fall behind on the surface, and then dismantle seventy or eighty moves, Master Xu can gradually gain the victory, and if he does not use the sword at that time, he will be defeated." The disciple hurriedly said, "What are you waiting for, Uncle Mu!" Pang Yunshu was slightly unhappy and said, "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, so you don't have to take it too seriously. Today is a martial arts competition, do you think it is a fight for your life? Xu Zhangmen is the head of a faction, Kongtong martial arts is famous for his fists and feet, your Uncle Mu respects him and respects him, so he doesn't use a blade. Zhong Zhihe, who was on the side, suddenly said: "I often hear people say, 'Snow Mountain Six Youth', not only is the martial arts strong, but the character is not to be said." Seeing Mu Daxia with his own eyes today, the old man has opened his eyes. When Pang Yunshu heard him say this, he smiled and said, "Master Zhong is falsely praised, but my senior brother Mu is very humble. ”

At this time, the two of them on the stage have come and gone, and they have dismantled more than 100 moves, and they are fighting equally. The two of them fought faster and faster, and in an instant, they exchanged four or five moves either offensively or defensively, and it didn't take long for them to dismantle seventy or eighty moves. Everyone in the audience stared at Mu Yunliang, knowing that he was in this situation, if he didn't use his housekeeping skills and still used his fists and feet to resist, he would have to suffer a big loss. Xu Ming has also seen this, and his palm power has gradually increased, but he does not advance blindly, but just holds the lead.

After a few more moves, Mu Yunliang was already difficult to parry, Xu Ming said coldly: "If you don't use the blade again, you will defeat me in vain." Mu Yunliang strengthened his hands, and said in his mouth: "How dare the younger generation take advantage of Master Xu, just worship if you lose." He did what he said, and despite the dangers, he still held himself up without a blade. When the heroes in the audience saw it, they all applauded and praised him, and they all applauded Mu Yunliang.

Xu Ming sneered, suddenly exerted his strength, grabbed a few moves, and brought Mu Yun ** to the corner of the stage, one move "deep and shallow", and slapped it straight with his right palm. Mu Yunliang saw that he was whirring in his palm, he didn't dare to take it hard, and dodged sideways, but he didn't think that Xu Ming was hiding his back move, and his left palm followed to attack, and "snapped" to Mu Yunliang's chest, knocking him out of Zhangyu and falling off the stage.

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect snatched it out, and at this time, the torches and candles on the stage had been extinguished by the two of them, Qiao Song shouted: "Light the torch!" More than a dozen family members came up to light the torch. The disciples of the Snow Mountain gathered around Mu Yunliang, and saw Mu Yunliang sitting on the ground covering his chest, and a large pool of blood had coughed up on the ground. Xu Ming stood on the stage and said coldly: "There is no one in the eyes of the master of the Snow Mountain Sect. He clasped his hands around him, proud of the crowd, and several Kongtong sect disciples in the audience cheered loudly and shouted: "The head of the family is mighty!"

Pang Yunshu saw that his junior brother was not lightly injured, although he was shocked and angry, his face was silent, he took out a "Snow Spirit Pill" from his arms and stuffed it into Mu Yunliang's mouth, and fed him to take it. Mu Yunliang said softly: "Senior brother......" Pang Yunshu interrupted him and said, "Don't speak, senior brother will heal you." After speaking, he sat cross-legged, held Mu Yunliang's right hand, and slowly injected the internal force into his body. After a while, seeing that Mu Yunliang's face had improved, he asked him, "Is it in the way?" Mu Yunliang frowned, his expression was extremely painful, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. Hui Cheng walked over, leaned over to take Mu Yunliang's pulse, and after a long time, he got up and slowly said to Pang Yunshu: "Senior Brother Ling is afraid that his ribs are broken." Master Xu's palm is really not light, but I'm afraid that even my lungs will be injured. As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly sighed, accusing Xu Ming of being too ruthless, but there were also those who said that Mu Yunliang's skills were not as good as others. All of a sudden, the two forces scolded each other loudly, and in the end, they even became a group fight. Pang Yunshu looked at Qiao Song, Qiao Song saw that the situation was serious, and hurriedly jumped onto the stage, he knew that Xu Ming's shot was too heavy, but because of the opponent's martial arts status, he only stated in advance that he would not hurt anyone's life, and did not say how to hurt the opponent, so he said loudly: "This one is ...... In this case, the head of the Kongtong faction Xu won. As soon as he spoke, the audience fell silent, and no one spoke, only the few Kongtong disciples shouted loudly. Pang Yunshu looked at Zhong Zhihe, Cui Yang and the others again, and when he saw that they were silent, he secretly said in his heart: "You don't want to tear your face for my Snow Mountain and Kongtong, but I have to say this." He whispered to arrange for the Snow Mountain disciples to take care of Mu Yunliang, and with his feet exerting force, a harrier turned over to the platform, and before his body landed, he had already pulled out the sword that Mu Yunliang had inserted on the ground. When everyone came back to their senses, he had already stood in front of Xu Ming, and only heard him say: "Snow Mountain Pang Yunshu, lead Kongtong to learn!"

"It's a light skill!" Xu Ming praised: "I have heard that the light skill of 'Treading Snow Without a Trace' is excellent, and it really deserves its reputation!" After speaking, he put on a good posture and waited for Pang Yunshu to attack.

Pang Yunshu said: "Offended." Swinging his sword and stabbing at Xu Ming, Xu Ming avoided it sideways, and the two of them fought with each other. This fight is much more exciting than the one just now, Pang Yunshu showed his life and learned from his life, and gave full play to the swordsmanship of the snow mountain, Xu Ming didn't hold a blade in his hand, and he couldn't bully him for a while, dodging and dodging, only fighting on the periphery. Pang Yunshu thought that his junior brother was seriously injured and all thanks to Xu Ming, and he held back a lot of strength in his heart, first, to avenge Mu Yunliang, and secondly, to earn back face in front of the martial arts heroes, so as not to let everyone underestimate the martial arts of the Snow Mountain, so he left no room for tricks and attacked Xu Ming's vital points.

Qiao Song was shocked when he watched from the side, and said secretly: "Pang Yunshu is playing like this, is he going to work hard? I also blame Xu Ming for being too heavy and hurting Mu Yunliang, and I'm afraid that the beam of Xueshan and Kongtong will be over." Seeing Pang Yunshu moving forward step by step, forcing Xu Ming to the corner of the platform, and secretly thinking about whether to stop him, Hui Cheng saw his thoughts, and muttered: "Although the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain is exquisite, according to the old man, it can't hurt Master Xu, Qiao Daxia doesn't have to worry about it." Qiao Song turned his eyes to look at him and said, "It turns out that the master has already seen what he is thinking. Hui Cheng said with a smile: "The reason why the huge man has a slight upper hand is because of his heart. Master Xu retreated to advance, and he wanted to wait until he finished playing this set of swordsmanship before making a calculation. Snow Mountain and Kongtong have their own martial arts strengths, and it is impossible to say which one is stronger than the other, Qiao Daxia just needs to watch the battle with peace of mind. Qiao Song said: "What the master said is reasonable. But he thought in his heart: "If Pang Yunshu is replaced by Wu Jingsen today, I am afraid that there will be two more Xu Ming, and they will not be opponents." ”

In the blink of an eye, the two of them have dismantled more than 100 moves, and Pang Yunshu's swordsmanship has already been played all the way to the snow mountain, as Huicheng said, Xu Ming is no longer as only defensive and not offensive as he was at the beginning, and the scene gradually turned into a balance of power. After fighting for a while, Xu Ming attacked with a punch, Pang Yunshu stood unsteadily, staggered, and took a few steps back. Xu Ming was overjoyed in his heart, and rushed forward to attack, not wanting to be Pang Yunshu's intention to show weakness, and when he approached, his feet suddenly turned a little in the air, and he turned half a circle in the air, and actually stabbed Xu Ming with a sword in the air, this move is the most exquisite "one sword piercing the heart" of the snow mountain swordsmanship. Xu Ming was shocked, his sword suddenly stabbed, he couldn't dodge, seeing that he was about to stab himself, how could he think that Pang Yunshu suddenly weakened, as if he intended to retract his strength. Xu Ming thought to himself: "He won't dare to hurt me after all." "Only for a moment, I thought again: "Today's 'Snow Mountain Six Youths' can see the second, if I defeat him together, and defeat the 'Thousand Mountains and Twilight Snow' and 'Treading the Snow Without a Trace', Kongtong's reputation will be ashamed from now on!" Thinking of this, he suddenly changed his move, clasped his hands together and clamped Pang Yunshu's sword, twisted it hard, Pang Yunshu couldn't borrow strength in the air, and his body involuntarily twisted half a circle with Xu Ming's strength. Pang Yunshu's body had not yet landed, Xu Ming pulled back with force, Pang Yunshu saw Xu Ming's eyes flashing with cold light, knowing that he had a back move, saying that he couldn't let him pull himself over, and was busy secretly regaining the sword. I didn't want him to exert this force, and there was a dull pain in my chest, and I felt that my arm was weak, and I couldn't exert any more strength. At the beginning, Xu Mingjue suddenly had a strong force coming through the tip of the sword, only to say that Pang Yunshu secretly exerted force for the Treasure Sword, and also urged the internal force to pull back, he pulled Pang Yunshu over, and his shoulders sank, crashing into Pang Yunshu. In the midst of everyone's exclamations, Pang Yunshu snorted, flew out sideways, and fell heavily on the stage, Xu Ming held Pang Yunshu's sword in his hand, and said: "Snow Mountain swordsmanship, Xu Ming has learned it." ”

His face was smug and his tone was full of frivolity. Just about to speak again, he saw Pang Yunshu holding his chest with his left hand and supporting the ground with his right hand, and thought: "You stand up at this time, don't you want to fight with me?" Hmph, with your little effort, I'm afraid that you haven't arrived home yet!" He deliberately showed off his martial arts in front of the crowd, but when he saw Pang Yunshu just about to get up, his arms were transmitted to his wrists, and suddenly he threw it, and the sword flew straight towards Pang Yunshu from the tip to the handle.

Everyone present exclaimed at the same time, Qiao Song was the closest, and seeing Pang Yunshu's face was gloomy, they knew that he couldn't avoid Xu Ming's throw no matter what. Although Xu Ming didn't use all his strength this time, if he hit, although it would not be fatal, he would at least be able to break a few ribs of Pang Yunshu, and when Qiao Song wanted to come to the rescue, it was too late. I saw Pang Yunshu's eyes wide open, and it was too late to hide. At this moment, the group of heroes had a thought in their hearts: "'Walking in the snow without a trace' is a dead end." ”