"Three moves?"

Yang Feiqiu's response was only a contemptuous rhetorical question. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, before Yang Feiqiu's words fell, Zhu Wudong's hand full of scars turned into a flash of lightning and went straight to Yang Feiqiu's chest.

However, Yang Feiqiu knew very well how terrifying the power of holding a bow and making a series of "gold splitting hands" was. The hidden door holds the bow to make a series of martial arts and the sword to make the sword to make the two departments of martial arts the biggest difference, the bow to make a series does not pay attention to the subtlety of the moves, but only pay attention to the speed and power of the moves, pay attention to the killing of one blow, if in case of a hit, the next offensive will be more rapid, and its power is more amazing. Therefore, the disciples of the first line of the bow holding the bow want to pay attention to the cultivation of internal strength, and the meridians of the disciples of the first line of the bow are also wider than the disciples of other factions of the Divine Sect, so that the power of internal force can explode in an instant.

Although it is said that the bow makes a series longer than hidden weapons and poisons, this does not mean that the bow makes a series of hand-to-hand combat when there is no domineering mastery of their own department. This "golden hand" can not only cut the gold like tofu, but also the quenched, incomparably hard black iron tungsten steel, the disciples of the hidden door "golden hand" Dacheng, can also fight with the palm of the flesh without falling behind.

Now seeing that Zhu Wudong's golden hand has attacked, it is directed at Yang Feiqiu's heart, although Yang Feiqiu has already taken precautions, but at this moment he is out of reach, if he dodges, it will inevitably hurt his shoulder. What's more, Yang Feiqiu has no time to think about it at this moment.

When Yang Shuo was at stake in Yang Feiqiu's life and death, he saw Yang Feiqiu's left fist clenched, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand stretched out, and from bottom to top was one finger.

When Zhu Wudong's golden hand was still two or three inches away from Yang Feiqiu's heart, Zhu Wudong's body flew forward and suddenly froze, and then it fell on the stone table like a kite with a broken string.

In an instant, the piano that had been split into two pieces, the shattered wine jug, and the remnants of the wine that were still left in the wine jug, as well as the remains of a whole stone table, were mixed together with Zhu Wudong's eyes that were wide with his eyes. When Yang Shuo pulled out the long sword at his waist, Yang Feiqiu had already covered his heart and took a slight step back.

"'Divide the golden hand', sure enough...... Terrible. Yang Feiqiu still had a cold expression on his face, but his voice was already trembling slightly.

Yang Shuo saw a bright red liquid flowing from between Yang Feiqiu's fingers, and then looked at Zhu Wudong, who was lying in the debris and trembling slightly, Yang Shuo instantly knew the gap between himself and the big enemy in front of him ten years later.

"Boy, do you want revenge? Now that my meridians have been shattered, even you, a cripple, may be able to defeat me at this opportunity. ”

"A gentleman doesn't take advantage of others' dangers, since Uncle Zhu has an agreement with you, now you win. ”

Yang Shuo's answer was very calm, and he didn't hesitate at all, Yang Feiqiu glanced at Yang Shuo suspiciously, as if to confirm whether Yang Shuo's words were sincere.

"Uncle Yang, the next time we meet, I will avenge my brother. The sword was sheathed, and only a crisp sound remained.

Although he pretended to be extremely calm on his face, Yang Shuo also knew at the moment that the reason why he didn't make a move was that he had the idea of "gentlemen don't take advantage of others' danger", but he was more afraid of fear, and it was fear of Yang Feiqiu's strength. If he joined forces with Yang Hui ten years ago, there was still such a three-point chance of winning, then now Yang Shuo is facing Yang Feiqiu, who has been seriously injured by Zhu Wudong, I am afraid that he will not even have a half-point chance of winning.

Even after receiving the guidance of the Sword Immortal, Yang Shuo's understanding of the way of the sword had reached an unprecedented height, but as Sikong Gu said, after living with his master in Phoenix Mountain for a period of time and recalling a lot, Yang Shuo also found that he had lost his "sword heart".

"I have long given up revenge, and when I faced Yang Feiqiu for the last time ten years ago, I did not choose to fight to the death, but chose forbearance, and I did not know at that time that the end of forbearance would be to gradually become indifferent to these feelings. Revenge or something, in my heart, has gradually become less important. Master, I guess you also saw this, so you let me 'hone myself', right? Because you have discovered that from the moment I chose to avoid it, I have lost the reason to lift my sword and given up my dignity as a swordsman......"

"What people fear most is to face themselves. ”

Seeing Yang Feiqiu walking down the stairs step by step, Yang Shuo couldn't even lift his feet, not because the trace of contempt in Yang Feiqiu's eyes hurt Yang Shuo when he was leaving, but because Yang Shuo saw that Zhu Wudong was struggling to get up, his left hand that was bloodied by the fragments of the wine jug, and his right arm, which was motionless and pressed under him, became very twisted.

"Boy ......"

"Uncle Bamboo. ”

"You saw it...... Thirty years ago, I was inferior to him, but now the gap between me and him has narrowed a lot......"

Zhu Wudong's voice became lower and lower, Yang Shuo also leaned down, Yang Shuo had experienced the deaths of countless people around him over the years, and he knew better than anyone that Zhu Wudong was just hanging on his breath at this moment.

"If Uncle Shi hadn't gone mad, he would definitely be able to defeat Yang Feiqiu today. ”

Hearing Yang Shuo's words of comfort, Zhu Wudong laughed and spit blood, Yang Feiqiu's finger had already shattered his internal organs just by pointing at the wind, and now Zhu Wudong's chest had a hot pain.

"Defeat him, boy, do you know that if the old decay had not gone mad and the meridians had not been misplaced, today's strength might not be as good as that of Zhu Wudong, who had not gone mad, precisely because of these...... Only then will I devote myself to finding a way to recover, and I will ...... Owned......"

"Uncle Shi, please rest assured, I will definitely recover the cheats of 'Ten Thousand Gu Devouring Hearts' for you. ”

Seeing that Zhu Wudong was about to take his last breath, Yang Shuo possessed and grabbed Zhu Wudong's left hand full of scars, at this time, perhaps only by repeating the previous promise could Zhu Wudong not be remorseful when he left.

"Boy...... I've been wondering, is it possible to ......"

"What is possible?" Hearing that Zhu Wudong didn't mention the previous request, Yang Shuo felt a little strange in his heart, it stands to reason that Zhu Wudong knew that his life was about to end, and this time he went out of the valley to recover the disciple who stole the secret book three years ago, and what he never forgot at this moment should be the secret book, but he heard the meaning of Zhu Wudong's words, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with that secret book.

"Senior brother, he ...... He's ......."

There was a convulsion in his throat, and Zhu Wudong completely swallowed his breath, but Yang Shuo understood his last few whimperes.

"He's ...... Betrayal of the Hidden Gate...... people?"

Looking at the lonely boat on the West Lake, Yang Shuo closed his eyes in pain.

"Doesn't that mean that all of this we are doing is wrong?" )