Chan Town, is the abbreviation of Foshan, originally named after Jihua Township.

In the second year of Tang Zhenguan, because of the excavation of three Buddha statues on the tower slope gang in the city, it is believed that this place is the place of Buddhism, so the stone list changed Jihua Township to "Foshan", referred to as "Zen".

Chan Town, on the southeast slope of South Snake Gang, on a simple grass shed temporarily enclosed, colorful flags fluttering, crowded with people.

Song Tianhu set up a banquet and held a grand "treasure appreciation meeting" here.

Lin Dakui hid behind a nearby boulder, holding a rocket in his hand, his eyes turned around, staring at every martial arts hero who came to the banquet.

But he didn't know that there was already a blazing eye, staring at him in the dense forest less than three battles away.

Huwei Dart Bureau, founded four years ago. Although the time is short, Song Tianhu relied on a pair of "black tiger claws", and the reckless heroes destroyed in his hands have already become famous. His banner embroidered with a pair of black tiger palms had already been opened on Jiangnan Road.

He was joined by four other righteous brothers:

Xue Zhen, the second "scorpion tail needle", is 48 years old, and his leg and foot kung fu are very tricky and spicy, and he has few opponents; the old Sanfang Zhongfei, known as the "invincible fist", his fists are as hard as steel; the fourth old, Tang Yan, is a capable and wise person, and he has also learned kung fu; and the fifth oldest, Du Haosheng, is a hard qigong man, and he is loyal and honest.

Speaking of righteousness, there is still one person, the youngest in age, only over thirty-six, worshipping in Diancangshan, named Jiang Ling, but he has never joined the Huwei Dart Bureau.

This Lin Dakui was appreciated by Tang Yan among the four deputy dart heads, so he was hired to join the Huwei Dart Bureau and became a supervisor, and he worked hard for four years.

In the past few days, he has been busy with the wine and banquet, but he is really tired enough, and he has almost no sleep for three days and two nights. This will be even more entrusted by Tang Yan, and he will come to keep an eye on it.

"No wonder the head of the dart doesn't hold a banquet in the dart bureau, so many people, I'm afraid it will really break through the threshold, so the 'treasure' of Shilaozi is really so attractive?" Lin Dakui looked at the carriage and horses, and the heads were black, and muttered puzzled. His eyelids grew heavier as he said this. He was so tired that as soon as he finished speaking, he took a nap against a boulder, and snored loudly in a few moments.

When he woke up, he was greeted with a scene that would have frightened anyone—

More than 700 people, including the most famous top masters in the martial arts today, were all wiped out in a nap time, silently, and the corpses were all over the mountain. There were no wounds, no signs of a fight, and everyone's brows were serene, as if death had come in their sleep!

Lin Dakui was so frightened and stunned that he forgot to light the rocket to ventilate the news, and watched a group of men and horses dressed in black scarves slowly drive away, he was almost the same as a wood carving.

But seeing the first person, tall and hoarse, holding a ghost-headed broadsword, he shouted in a deep voice: "Search! That 'Ganqi Demon Cone' is definitely on Song Tianhu!"

There were only twenty or thirty men in this group, and it was not a matter of time or a moment to search for one person among the more than 700 corpses. But Song Tianhu's burly eight-foot body was very conspicuous, and from time to time he heard a man in black shouting: "Song Tianhu is ...... here" Before the words could be finished, a miserable cry came out immediately.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they looked at the screaming man who was sinking in his chest in amazement. But when he saw that man's sternum was shattered, he was already dead!

"I didn't expect that I, Song Tianhu, would eat the bowl of rice of the bodyguard, and the friends of the Five Poisons Alliance would be so ruthless and smashed the signboard of my Tiger Dart Bureau. Song Tianhu looked at the blood stains on his palm, and his cold gaze swept to the black-clothed people again, before he slowly stood up: "Even the VIPs invited by Song can't be protected, what kind of bodyguards are you talking about!

The leader asked in horror, "You are not poisoned!?"

"The Heavenly Hate Water of the Five Poisons Alliance, colorless and tasteless, does not leave a trace after death, it should be in the first soup, Gao Ming! It's a pity that the Sky Net is restored, and you missed a little bit, leaving Song a certain life, so that the Five Poisons Alliance can carefully calculate this account!"

The black-clothed leader was visibly shocked, but asked calmly, "Oh, what is missing?"

Song Tianhu said: "Song has been infected with wind and cold recently, so he should not be greasy, and he should only be vegetarian. ”

The leader showed a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and said with a cruel smile: "There are many monks in this temple, and if the head of the Song dart is familiar with each other, he will hire a few porters to send you to the nearest 'Tianlai Temple' to live for a long time." ”

Song Tianhu's eyes were red and terrifying, and he said hatefully: "The thieves of the evil sect and the crooked way also dare to shout, wait for me to wait for a few, and then inform the righteous people in the world to eradicate your Five Poison Alliance one by one!"

The man laughed wildly: "Oh, can you sing a one-man show, why don't you go with your righteous friends to the king of Yama and continue today's banquet?"

A person behind him shouted: "What are you talking about with him?" In the midst of the shouting, four black-clothed warriors with swords kicked on the spot, like four springs cast of stainless steel, "whoosh" a few times, and they had swept to all sides of Song Tianhu, forming a net of heaven and earth!

The ghost-headed broadsword in the leader's hand struck blatantly at the moment of breath, and the sword light was miserable, and it hit Song Tianhu head-on!

Song Tianhu carried his hands behind his back, but he was motionless, with one sword and four swords, the murderous aura generated stimulated the air around him, as if he couldn't help trembling, Song Tianhu's robe fluttered all over his body, but his expression remained unchanged.

The blade of the ghost-headed broadsword was awe-inspiring, and it slashed out four knives, only half an inch from the forehead, and the tip of the sword was also piercing in all directions, and the tip of the sword was like a man, and it was impossible to escape the doom.

Suddenly, Song Tianhu, who was as immobile as a nail, began to blur, several phantoms suddenly appeared, and the sky above the leader's head seemed to be darkened, and he heard a few sounds of long swords falling to the ground, and screams, and blood was still splashing in the sky!

When the ghost-headed broadsword slashed wildly to the fifth sword, it was also as if it had been cast in iron, and it was fixed in the hands of the leader, and half of the intestines were hung right on the hilt of the knife! Look at the ground again, the four black-clothed warriors were left, and only the broken wreckage remained.

"Black Tiger Split Claws!" muttered the leader, as if even the blood in his body had congealed.

Song Tianhu didn't seem to move a little, and he didn't even stain the bloodstains, but his expression had changed: "Wind and Clouds Eleventh Style, are you Canglong or Cangyun?"

Seeing that the leader was silent, Song Tianhu said coldly: "Abandon the sword to make the sword, so you make a mystery! Even if you deliberately abandon the sword technique and don't use it, you can't control the body instinct between the hanging of life." But if it weren't for the Fifth Sword, the Eleventh Style, you would have ended up with those four people now!

The man seemed to have palpitations, glanced at the wreckage on the ground, and actually ripped off the black scarf, revealing a dark face, and his slender eyes were full of viciousness, glaring at Song Tianhu fiercely.

"Canglong? Sure enough, it's you, a good thief! Lao Liu has been chivalrous and righteous all his life, but when he was blind, he accepted you as a 'good apprentice', and the reputation of Cangshan was wiped out!"

"Uncle Song, why should you be excited, the old man has told him to honor your old man. Canglong seemed to be intimidated by Song Tianhu's domineering black tiger claws, and had already retreated into the crowd behind him.

Song Tianhu was suddenly shocked, and immediately roared angrily: "Impossible! How can the sixth man be a treacherous person, he will never harm me for the sake of the divine soldiers! You don't need to sow discord, I will clean the door for him today!" In the roar, he has already flew over with the momentum of thunder, and the momentum is unstoppable, and a pair of giant palms and ten fingers are slightly curved, like animal claws.

The palm wind was wild, the residual leaves were flying, and several dragon bamboos that were deeply inserted into the soil were also swept away and cut off, sawdust splashed, and a few people who had no time to dodge died in a tragic scream. Song Tianhu seemed to have red eyes, and his strong arms waved his claws, leaving no effort at all, as if he was a hungry tiger descending the mountain and breaking into the flock.

There was a loud "boom", but seeing that Canglong's body was like a flying flocculent, he flew out upside down, and his strong body smashed a wooden table, and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Senior brother!" a man in black with a sword had no intention of fighting again, and had already exclaimed in surprise and flew towards the dragon.

Canglong looked at a bent ghost-headed knife on his chest in horror - if he hadn't used the knife as a shield in a hurry, he was afraid that his chest would be a big hole now!

The remaining dozen or so black-clothed people were forced to flee in all directions, but Song Tianhu did not chase and kill, but looked at the man who was supporting Canglong: "Senior brother, are you Cangyun, is it really the sixth old man who sent you?"

The man didn't answer, put down the injured Canglong, his eyes suddenly flashed a different color, and the long sword in his hand was already shaking like a match-the wind and clouds eleven danced in his hand, his posture was elegant and free, as if thousands of silver whips swept by, leaving no gaps, and tightly attacked Song Tianhu.

Song Tianhu didn't look at him in his eyes, turned his head and roared to the sky: "Jiang Ling, you and I will break off from righteousness from now on, I, Song Tianhu, will not die for a day, and it will be difficult for you to fly with wings!"

As soon as the words came out, the eight-foot body instantly became as light as a bird's sparrow, rising and falling, and the unchanging Wind and Remnant Cloud Sword Technique did not bargain at all.

"Go!" But hearing Song Tianhu's low shout, the long sword in the man's hand was immediately knocked out and nailed into a bamboo pillar. The sword momentum of the two people was fast and incoherent, dazzling, and when everyone came back to their senses, they saw that Song Tianhu's right palm had been covered by the man's heavenly spirit cover, and the person's face was like ashes!

"Where is Jiang Ling's thief shrinking? Tell me and leave your whole corpse!"

"Master, he's ......" Before the man finished speaking, his right hand shook suddenly, and a few points of black light hit Song Tianhu's face, the speed was as fast as a meteor!

"Look for death!" Song Tianhu tilted his head, he was able to avoid the hidden weapon, shouted angrily, turned his right hand, and when he picked a melon on a vine, the person's head fell into his hand, and his headless body convulsed and fell to the ground!

However, at this moment, Song Tianhu only felt a chill under his ribs, looked down, and saw that a long sword pierced through its own back, and the head with a black scarf fell from his hand, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Big brother, I'm sorry." The longsword with a cold glow was drawn.

Song Tianhu staggered forward a few steps, and finally fell to the ground. He covered the bloody wound, turned over with difficulty, and asked as if he still didn't believe it in his eyes, "Sixth, ...... you?"