"How should a strong man be defined? Is it a peerless external strength, or an unfathomable internal force, or a body method of chasing the wind and breaking shadows, or is it a strong body like copper skin and iron bones? These are or these are not, the real strong are good at using their own advantages to overwhelmingly attack the enemy's weakness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What if you are a weak person, you are not talented, you can only rely on some strengths, rely on diligent exercise?

Feihuo rushed towards Peng Hui, and his strong momentum seemed a little unsteady, but with the number of "no trace" road, he was still in good shape, and rushed to Peng Hui in a few moments.

Peng Hui took out his sword very quickly, and stabbed several swords in a row at the moment when the flying fire was approaching, but the flying fire was not in a hurry to counterattack, and kept moving his steps to find the opportunity to counterattack.

"Boy, are you just going to hide?" Peng will gather his internal strength, and will stab his heart at Spitfire's neck. Flying Fire raised the red lotus, pushed the attack to the side, and pressed Peng Hui's long sword to get closer, reversing the dagger and stabbing at his lower ribs.

Peng Hui was not an idle person, he took half a step back and swept the long sword. Feihuo lowered his head to dodge the sword momentum, and replied to Peng Hui's sweeping leg. Peng Hui got up more and more, and then stepped back.

"Speaking of which, your momentum is much worse than Xingtong!" Feihuo dodged Peng Hui's sword that slammed forward after retreating, and laughed; "As I expected, in the Jinghai Gang, your status is not as good as Xingtong!"

"You kid is looking for death!" Peng Hui was obviously enraged, in terms of skill alone, Xing Tong may not be the strongest one in the Jiangnan Salt Gang, but he is indeed a rare fierce general. In other words, is it "fighting spirit", or "domineering"?

Peng Hui condenses his strength in the whole body, and there is a class of swordsmen in the rivers and lakes who win with "speed", and Peng Hui belongs to this category, "Fast." Accurate, ruthless!"

"Let your kid taste Uncle Ben's 'fast sword'!" Peng Hui took a few steps back, and stabbed out a sword like lightning, this sword was like a broken bamboo, stabbing straight towards Feihuo's heart, but the speed was unexpected, and the fast sword had already reached in front of him before he could react.

Spitfire instinctively dodged a sword sideways, but the swift sword still passed under his ribs, scraping his skin and cutting through his clothes.

Peng Hui's sword was also very sharp, and for a while, there were new blood marks on Feihuo's body. Feihuo was in pain for a while, barely used the hidden dragon leap to dodge Peng Hui's stabs, and retreated to several battles away without a trace.

"How's my fast sword?" Peng Hui sneered, he swung his long sword violently, throwing aside the newly glued blood stains on the long sword, "From this point of view, that guy Xingtong is nothing more than this, and he will actually be defeated in your hands, it's a joke!"

"You're not as good as him!" Feihuo found out some of the ways of the comer after a struggle just now, he carefully used the "curtain" to find out the location of the enemies around him, thinking about something, "If it's Xingtong, don't give me a chance to breathe at all, I, the wounded person, still have a chance to breathe~"

"You kid..." Peng Hui gathered his strength again, in terms of momentum, the gap between Peng Hui's internal strength and Xingtong was about seven or eight out of ten.

Feihuo also forcibly gathers qi, the internal injury has not healed, and a new injury has been added, he needs to concentrate on breaking this dilemma, provoking Peng Hui is just a means, the real purpose is ~

Feihuo condensed his internal strength in his hand, gathered on the "Red Lotus", and threw it at Peng Hui, who was flying over, and then turned around and rushed towards Peng Hui.

"Red Lotus" shot towards Peng Hui like a flame, and behind the Red Lotus, Feihuo also followed closely, and the duel between the two was about to break out.

Peng Hui stabbed the air with a sword, and the young man flew on the flying blade, and another one took off to dodge Peng Hui's stabbing swords. Peng Hui returned his sword to block the flying blade, only to hear a bang, and for a while, sparks were everywhere.

It's not a "flying kill", Feihuo actually crossed Peng Hui's shoulder one by one. Peng would push too hard, and before he could turn around, Spitfire flew behind him.

The "Red Lotus" that was knocked away by Peng Hui also fell into Feihuo's hands in an arc. All this came too quickly, and before the four gangs could react, Feihuo quickly rushed in front of the two miscellaneous fish blocking the way, sealed his throat with a sword, and turned sideways to avoid the attack of a knife hand with a quick reaction. Then he urged the light work, and ran to the depths of the dense forest without looking back.

"Stop him!" it was a long time before the crossbowmen reacted and fired their bolts in the direction of the flying fire. But it was too late, and Spitfire's excellent light power had already gone a long way.

"Although I'm blunt, but only this light skill used to escape is very fast!" Feihuo couldn't help but smile bitterly, the internal injury in his chest seemed to be churning again under the influence of the forced gathering of qi just now, if he didn't quickly escape from the pursuit range of this group of people, I am afraid that he would die tonight.

Several arrows whizzed behind him, and then the pursuer's voice grew farther and farther away. Originally, when he thought he was about to break away from the pursuit, a different aura appeared in his "curtain", which was fleeting. The more masters are, the more they will hide their breath, and a master who has reached the realm of "selflessness" can even completely block his breath.

The winner often defeats the enemy first, this is almost an iron law, no matter how strong a warrior is, if he loses his life before he makes a move, then no matter how strong he is, it is meaningless.

Flying Fire reflexively stopped, and a spirit turned sideways, and a hidden weapon like a silver needle flew past his head, piercing into the trees not far away, and into the wood for three points. He was shocked in his heart, he barely felt any dangerous "qi". He was shocked in his heart, if it wasn't for the unintentional bowing of his head, he would probably have been killed on the spot.

Strong, the comer was strong, and almost killed him with almost no line of sight.

A strong sense of oppression rose in his heart, not the oppression of strength or weakness, but a complete sense of oppression. There are currently only two people who can give him this sense of oppression, one of them is the "Xuan Envoy", one of the three envoys of the "Heavenly Machine" assassin who has only met once, and the other is his mentor "Wushuang".

And this one is the third!

Spitfire was cautiously aware of the movements around him, and any negligence was enough to kill him on the spot, and he didn't dare to be careless.

He could feel that the aura around him was about to freeze, and the "curtain", one of his exploration skills, could reveal its position according to the breath of the comer, and coupled with the hearing that he had exercised for many years, it might not be as good as his eyes and ears in the daytime, but it could come in handy in the dark.

However, there was a dead silence all around, except for the footsteps of Peng Hui and his party from time to time in the distance, and no trace of anyone could be felt within ten zhang.

At this moment, he seemed to have changed into a prey in the dark, and the one who came was the hunter of the darkness.

"It's coming!!"

Three silver needles, as fast as a thunderbolt, the flying fire barely flashed one, blocking the other two with the dagger, but the force of this hidden weapon almost shook the dagger in his hand. He barely managed to steady, cautiously probing the direction of the attacker, but finding nothing. The other party didn't show the slightest trace, but he continued to use hidden weapons such as silver needles to continuously consume his physical strength.

Spitfire is tired of dealing with the constant onslaught, and the other party is like a cat playing with a mouse, not breaking him down with the deadliest attacks at a time, as if he just wants to wait until he is exhausted.

"Who is here, is it interesting to play such a game!" Feihuo panted and hid behind a tree, he gathered his internal strength and barely suppressed the internal wound in his chest. If it weren't for the Heart Protection Pill given by Bu Operator, he would have been unable to support it at this time after many violent internal forces and vigorous movements.

"Is the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind? It seems that this errand of the Tang Gate is really dangerous!" Feihuo once again used his strength to stabilize his breath, trying to use the breath-holding method to block his breath and find life in this silent battle.

The Comer's attack stopped, and Spitfire's strategy seemed to work, but he knew that the Comer wasn't that simple and would stop.

"A strong person can block his own qi, but the momentary murderous aura at the moment of making a move is difficult to cover!" his "mentor" used to tell him.

"Of course, there is only one person in the world who is as strong as me, and there is only one person in the world who makes moves without leaking any tricks! You have to do it to my level, and train for another thousand years, no, you are so stupid, go and train for another ten thousand years!"

"Don't look down on people, you so-called masters, so-called strong people, I must be more than I show you!" Feihuo remembered the bold words of many years ago, the more he exercised, the more he was able to know some insurmountable moats, such as talent, such as time.

"But what about me, I can't die yet, struggling to survive is my only talent!" Flying Fire rushed out, he sensed the other party's murderous aura in an instant, and the other party also felt his murderous aura in an instant. Feihuo tore off the blindfolded curtain, opened the "Yellow Spring Eye" again, struggled to urge the internal force, and threw the "Red Lotus" at the moment when he captured the opponent's figure, and made a desperate move to use the "Flying Kill Decision" in the six styles of flying killing.

Relying on the power of "Xu Xuan", he dodged several deadly silver needles, forced in front of the comer, flew forward, and breathed through Changhong, in one go, burning his entire body into a flying flame, stabbing straight into the enemy's heart.

With just two fingers, the enemy easily blocked Spitfire's angry attack and slapped it on Spitfire's chest. A scorching internal force poured out from the enemy's palm, and the powerful force sent the flying fire several feet away.

Spitfire didn't even have time to see the comer's face, and turned a few times on the ground. The internal strength of the comer shook his internal organs and felt like they were about to shatter, and the hot blood that had accumulated in his chest gushed out in one breath.

The boy lay on the ground and was unable to move anymore, unable to even exert his unwilling strength, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Is this over, but I, but I~" Spitfire couldn't help but want to get up from the ground, but he couldn't exert any strength.

"The man" approached silently, not feeling any breath or hearing any movement. The person who came came step by step with the red lotus holding the flying fire, and the jade on the red lotus flashed, as if it was a life talisman.

This is undoubtedly a great irony for Spitfire, he struggled to stand up, but his whole body could not exert any strength, nor could he gather a little internal force, and the fierce internal force almost broke his heart.

"Is that the end of it!" Spitfire used all his strength to grab a handful of dirt, and made a ridiculous gesture to make a final struggle.

The comer's feet stepped heavily on Feihuo's body, and Feihuo felt that his internal organs were about to burn, but he didn't even have the strength to shout. The comer threw the "Red Lotus" out and inserted it on the side of Feihuo's face.

"You~~ Why don't you kill me, if you want to come, you have a good time, bastard!" Spitfire shouted hoarsely

"Boy, aren't you going to surpass us so-called masters, why, have you forgotten everything I taught you!"

Spitfire finally saw the face of the comer, the "guy" who often wore half an iron mask, as powerful as the stars in the sky, that familiar voice he didn't dare to forget, and he couldn't forget, for a while, there were mixed feelings, countless emotions surrounded his chest, and finally shouted hoarsely:

"Master....Master...."

The comer kicked Spitfire again, Spitfire felt that his ribs were about to be broken by his "teacher", and he was in pain for a while, and shouted urgently: "Matchless, Matchless~"

"Hmph, boy, did I tell you that you are not allowed to call me master, you have forgotten all my teachings?" Wushuang picked up Spitfire from the ground with one hand, and carried him to him like a burlap bag, the half of his face that was not covered by the iron mask, his expression was fierce and unfathomable, and the other hand pinched Spitfire's chin and looked at him.

"Boy, did I tell you that the Yellow Spring Eye should not be easily revealed, have you used it many times today?"

Spitfire was speechless when questioned, in addition to having no strength, more of a sense of fear for Wushuang. He remembered that he didn't know how many times he had been beaten by Wushuang and bruised all over his body. That memory started six years ago and is still unforgettable.

"I can give you the Yellow Spring, and I can dig it out!" Wushuang threw the flying fire to the ground again and looked at him coldly, "I haven't seen you for two years, you are still so weak, have you exercised well in the past two years?"

Feihuo propped himself on the ground and coughed violently, and replied intermittently, "I have followed the teachings, and I have devoted myself to cultivation for two years, and I have not taken on any Tianzi-level tasks. Of course, the ranking in the organization, too~"

"What?"

"Fell to the thirteenth~~" Feihuo didn't dare to look up at Wushuang, for fear that taking one more look would attract a burst of punches and kicks, and he felt his body tremble when he thought about it.

"You're not even as good as the 'Chi Twilight' who used to play tricks? I didn't let you take the task because your kung fu foundation was too poor, and it would be too embarrassing for me to die. You're concentrating on cultivation, and your kung fu is still last?" Feihuo couldn't help but be startled, ready to be beaten, but Wushuang didn't start beating him.

"Well, I'm already free, and the things in the organization have nothing to do with me, and I don't expect much from you anyway!"

Several flying arrows shot out of the dense forest, and Wushuang just moved his fingers slightly, and the incoming arrows broke into several pieces in mid-air. The pursuers of the Jinghai Gang finally caught up and fired arrows at all the living creatures dozens of feet away.

"I still have something to ask you, I'll come when I go!" Wushuang disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and Spitfire couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and struggled to his feet.

"Hall Master, I just saw something running out!" said one of the gangsters.

"You don't need to say this kind of thing~" Peng Hui just wanted to speak, but his eyes couldn't help but widen, and at some point, the head and body of the gang who spoke were different, and even the blood in his neck had not yet gushed out. Half a time later, the blood of the unlucky gang gushed out of the headless neck, and then fell straight down.

At this time, the moonlight was bright, and Wushuang was in the middle of the woodland with his back to Peng Hui and his party, and he easily carried the head of the unlucky man with two fingers. With the breeze, the head kept swaying gently.

The comer was silent, but it shocked the audience, and dozens of gangs were so shocked that they didn't dare to speak.

Peng Hui forced himself to compose, but the hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily. He roared, waking up the gang present, "What are you still doing in a daze, release the arrow!"

The crossbow gang woke up in shock, raised the crossbow machine and pulled the crossbow machine at Wushuang in the middle of the woodland, and in an instant, dozens of crossbow arrows surrounded Wushuang. Wushuang didn't move, and gently threw the unlucky man's head to the ground, and countless crossbow arrows stopped in mid-air as if they were frozen.

No one could see what was going on, only to see a burst of crossbow arrows flying wildly, and the crossbow arrows that had been shot turned back and shot through the necks of the crossbowmen mercilessly, killing dozens of crossbowmen on the spot.

Peng Hui didn't expect such a situation to happen, the strength of the person who came was simply unimaginable, and even the leader of the Jinghai Gang might not have reached this realm.

His hands were shaking, what kind of monster was that, with only internal force could kill dozens of people on the spot.

"You~ Who the hell are you?" Peng Hui couldn't help but shout, he forced his composure, and sent the remaining dozen axes around him to meet the enemy. One of them was afraid to step forward, and was split in half by the out-of-control Peng Hui.

Wushuang turned around and walked towards Peng Hui lightly, and the remaining dozen or so sword and axe men rushed towards Wushuang in horror.

Wushuang just walked slowly, and during this time, countless figures seemed to flash out of him, but his figure was as steady as Mount Tai. After countless shadows flew, the knife and axe hands who rushed out one after another, clean and different, and the way of death was surprisingly consistent, it was like some kind of bad taste.

"Don't underestimate me!" Peng Hui shouted, using his peerless "fast sword", and rushed towards Wushuang in a hurry.

However, his lightning-fast speed seemed to Wushuang to be as slow as a snail, and Wushuang turned his body slightly sideways, and Peng Hui pounced on him without any difference. Peng will be furious and use all his strength, but he can't hurt him in the slightest.

"This is what you call a 'quick sword'?" Wushuang said coldly.

Peng Hui finally saw the appearance of the comer, the comer was dressed ordinarily, and even felt a little shabby, he did not carry any weapons on his body, half of his face was covered with a silver iron mask, and the other half of his face was hideous, and he looked a little terrifying.

The "half of the face" actually laughed fiercely, looking even more terrifying, Peng Hui didn't see his movements clearly, his sword-holding hand was cut off to the ground in an instant, and he didn't even have time to feel pain.

"No, that's what 'fast'!"

Wushuang was still walking slowly towards Peng Hui, Peng Hui was so frightened that he didn't even shout, he actually kowtowed to Wushuang, "Uncle, uncle, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, there is a lot of trouble, please spare the little one's life!"

"Dashan Hall, what a bad name, today you, the master of Dashan Hall, will also do a good deed!"

"You can call me Wushuang, the unparalleled Wushuang in the world!" he patted Peng Hui on the shoulder and walked past him.

Peng Hui suddenly remained motionless, and it wasn't until Wushuang walked out a few feet away that Peng Hui's head rolled off his neck. And his body remained in a kneeling position.

"How dare you ants hurt my apprentice!" Wushuang couldn't help but say that he slipped his mouth and shook his head to himself, "Forget and forget, how can a contemptible person have such a weak apprentice.."