At the age of fifteen, he debuted in the rivers and lakes, and at the age of twenty, he got a treasure in the treasury of Tubo, a coiling dragon stick. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Gildo is also a famous party, although many people are looking at his senior brother's face and submissive to him, but this does not deny Gildo's own kung fu. Three years ago, ten Assassins had invaded the Tibetan Palace, and they had calculated that Bartel was not in the palace and had bribed off the people in the palace, and finally infiltrated the hinterland of the palace without realizing it. Each of the ten assassins was a master of swords, and quickly caught the guards at the gate by surprise, and it was Gildo, who stood in front of them with one man and one stick.

A coiled dragon stick danced in his hand, and the ten assassins could not advance an inch, and he relied on himself to block the attack of the ten people, buying half a pillar of incense for the forbidden army in the palace. Many people thought that Gildo only relied on his senior brother Bartair to ascend to the throne, but that battle was really earth-shattering, and Gildo was still able to stand tall despite more than a dozen sword wounds, which can be described as the first tough guy in Tibet.

However, Yang Fei's sword went straight to the point, and at this time, it stabbed the left collarbone, and only one sword almost made Gildo's left hand unable to exert his strength, and he could only drag the coiling dragon stick back and forth to resist. Fortunately, many of the guards around him reacted immediately.

Yang Fei calculated that Gildo was already at the end of the strong crossbow, so his swordsmanship was sharper, and the killing moves were endless, just when he thought he wanted the hand, it was a flying feather that shot in, blocking his way.

On the roofs around them, more than a dozen archers stood up, and they each picked up their strong bows and shot towards Yang Fei's side, deeply piercing into the ground between him and Gildo, Yang Fei couldn't help frowning when he looked up. The reaction of the other party's guards was so fast, not only to save Gildo, but also to show that they were prepared, and their group's every move may have been targeted when they entered Hundred Cold City.

What the hell, Yang Fei suddenly felt fear in his heart, the other party clearly saw the disguise on his side, but he didn't expose it for a long time, as if he was watching himself act. And it was not until he entered the Poison Dragon Villa for an hour that he just discovered the crisis, which was really a mistake. Moreover, if they are found here, then the inn must be the same, can one Chen Qing'er really save everyone, Yang Fei has one more question in his heart, no, he has to kill him back quickly.

Although the number of guards is large, it is impossible for each of them to be like Gildo, most of them solve the problem within five moves, and Yang Fei did not make any fatal moves, and killed all the way to the gate.

Zhao Er was stunned at first, and said that he should be as low-key as possible, but now that Yang Fei and Sima Wuregret have already fought first, this side has just stabilized Hu Cha'er, and in a hurry, Zhao Er had to take out his mandarin duck knife and join the battle.

Yang Fei and Zhao Er opened the way in front, and Sima Wuregret blocked Bartel in the back, and the three of them held a small piece of territory and struggled in the crowd.

"Stinky boy, punch me!"

Bartair was a little annoyed and angry, and he beat the invincible hands of Tubo with a pair of iron fists, but he had never seen anyone dare to fight against himself with such bare hands, but this young boy was not only amazingly powerful, but his palm was even more fierce, although he gradually fell behind after a few moves, but Bartair still couldn't break his palm.

For Bartel, it was a disgrace. The title of Divine Fist Invincible is a kind of deterrent, which means that no one in Tibet can defeat Bartheel, so no one has ever dared to face this Iron Fist monk with bare hands. Bartheel's hands are beyond the understanding of ordinary people's hands, and the calluses on his hands are telling the monk's almost terrifying perseverance, practicing hard every day and night, a pair of iron fists can even compare to a small mace, and the power is even more suffocating. Although Bartel is only empty-handed, his hands are better than any weapon, so when fighting with others, he has always been bare-handed, which is not arrogant, but with other weapons but restricts the play of his iron fist.

But Sima Wuregret is indeed a real bare-handed fist at this time, although his ring-head knife was put away before, but in the face of the iron fist, he did not flinch at all, and slashed it with one palm, so that fighting with Bartheel was like looking down on Bartheir, which would naturally make him angry.

With Yang Fei and Zhao Er by Sima Wuregret's side to deal with the guards, Sima Wuregret could concentrate on dealing with Bartel, but the two of them had more than 20 moves in their hands, but Sima Wuregret gradually fell behind. Bartheel's fists were hard, brutal and almost unreasonable, and his punches were very fast and extremely tricky. Although Sima Wuregret's Nine Heavens Thunder Palm is also very powerful, it is difficult for Sima Wuregret to cooperate with his internal force and palm pranayama in a hurry, so he has to constantly avoid the real and make a few moves.

"Boy, don't hide!"

Bartair was completely angered by Sima Wuregret's current style of play, and Sima Wuregret first used the Nine Heavens Thunder Palm to fight against Bartel three times, these three palms are more powerful than one palm, and the last palm Sima Wuregret has used all his strength, ten percent of the three heavens of internal strength. This palm was almost comparable to Bartheel's iron fist, but soon Sima Wuregret retracted his palm and dodged it repeatedly, allowing Bartair's iron fist to keep in the air.

What does this mean, in Bartheel's psychology this is clearly a provocation. Sima Wuregret obviously has a powerful palm technique that can fight with Bartel, but he doesn't need to, this is not a provocation, what is it? It's just that Bartaiel doesn't know the true situation of Sima Wuregret at all, how can he be such a scheming person.

Sima Wuregret ignored Bartheel's words, and at this moment his whole mind was focused on Bartheel's iron fist, and he had no energy to listen to him. But Bartel's iron fist was vigorous, and after thirty moves, his speed became faster and his punches became more fierce.

Sima Wuregret felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, his palms were already numb from being smashed by Bartel's iron fist, Sima Wuregret could only rely on his short body to dodge, although the palm wind was strong, but it had no effect on Bartel's iron fist. Bartair almost only needs to constantly attack with straight punches to repel Sima Wuregret, but fortunately, Yang Fei and Zhao Er, who are behind Sima Wuregret, have a short sword and two short knives, and have been opening the way for Sima Wuregret in the back, so that Sima Wuregret will continue to have room to dodge.

"Drink!"

A figure flew over in the air, and with a shake of the long sword, a cold light swept through the sky, killing Sima Wuregret's side in an instant, isn't it Li Fengchen's swimming sword. This cold light was faster than Bartel's fist, but the long sword was coming, Bartaiel didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, and facing the swimming sword was a punch!

The corners of Li Fengchen's mouth twitched, he had never seen anyone use his own flesh and blood to take other people's weapons, and his weapon was a sharpened sword, not a long stick and a soft whip, even if he practiced kung fu, most of them would not use this way of fighting.

But the invincible Bartel of the Divine Fist is so arrogant, facing a punch and bounced Li Fengchen's long sword away, Li Fengchen's right hand was also shocked, if it weren't for the famous sword in his hand now, I'm afraid that this long sword would be shocked away. After landing, Li Fengchen turned over two heels, first widening the distance between him and Bartel, this person's iron fist is really terrifying, even if Li Fengchen's internal strength is not lost, at most he can only fight with him to a draw.

Throwing a short sword from Li Fengchen's hand, he flew in the direction of Yang Fei in a perfect line, one swordfish intestine, one sword defeats evil, and the two short swords are in Yang Fei's hand, and the speed is faster. Li Fengchen also immediately pulled out the Dragon Sword in his hand and kept sneaking up on him behind Bartel's flank.

On the one hand, he hoped to break through Sima Wu regrets head-on, but on the other hand, he had to guard against Li Fengchen's two fast swords. Except for a pair of iron fists, the rest of Bartel's body is not iron-skinned, and Li Fengchen is very slippery, Bartair just wanted to turn around and catch him, but he took a few steps back, making Sima Wuregret take a breath. This time and again, Bartair had the power of an iron fist, but no one could beat him.

Li Fengchen joined the battle, so that Sima Wuregret had a lot less pressure on his side, Yang Fei and Zhao Er behind him were still fighting constantly, although the guards of the Poison Dragon Villa were not ordinary martial artists, but compared with the famous knights of the Tang Dynasty, there was always a lot of gap, and after a while, the four of them were already almost in front of the gate, and seeing that they were about to succeed, Zhao Er turned around.

He has been wondering why Hu Cha'er, who is known as the No. 1 among the Seven Heroes of Tubo, has not made a move.

A Bartair needs Sima Wuregret and Li Fengchen to do it at the same time, if Hu Cha'er also makes a move, I'm afraid that it will not be so convenient for the four of them to go out, so Zhao Er's eyes are always fixed on Hu Cha'er's body, but this fat businessman has not moved, just alone in the water pavilion, tasting tea.

What does this mean? Are we not qualified to let him make a move, or does he have some other plans, Zhao Er has a lot of doubts in his heart, and so does Yang Fei. Even if Hu Cha'er was just sitting far away, in the hearts of everyone, he was the one who posed the greatest threat to them.

The fish intestine sword in Yang Fei's right hand bent sideways, and it just stabbed the right wrist of the swordsman in front of him, and Yin Hong's blood flowed out, which had already stained Yang Fei's sleeve. This move was not vicious, and Yang Fei had no intention of killing him, and then just kicked the guard away, and the attack was very fast. Zhao Er's two Jinling serial knives were also fast, and in two or three moves, he picked off the weapons of the guards behind him, and sent them an elbow and a kick, which were also sharp.

Finally, when they arrived at the door, the four of them finally managed to fight their way out!