People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

The blood is wanton, and the blood is flying.

Zhang Wuwei seems to have opened up Wushuang, killing and killing in the crowd.

There was no enemy at all, and the fifth child unbelievingly swung his long stick, and Zhang Wuwei chopped off his arms with two swords.

After cutting Fei's head with a sword, the mountain eagle with good eyes can clearly see the confusion on Lao Wu's face.

Why is it one grade, so much difference?Isn't this martial arts?
The third, fourth, and sixth glanced at each other, and the three of them stepped forward together.

The Zen stick, long spear, broadsword, and three weapons danced in front of Zhang Wuwei's eyes.

Behind him, the second child had already drawn out the short blade, and was quietly approaching.

Zhang Wuwei bent down and floated down, with the long sword behind his back, he spun quickly, letting the old three, the fourth, the sixth and the third get rid of their weapons.

He hacked to death the second child who wanted to sneak attack, then got up, and in a flash of cold light, he cut the throats of the three of them.

Lao Qi wanted to run away, but Zhang Wuwei kicked the big knife on the ground, piercing Lao Qi's chest from behind.

All the gangsters were timid, and no one dared to step forward.

Zhang Wuwei bullied him, he had time for the savvy card, and he was opening one for these bandits.

That's a huge waste.

He quickly came to the boss Liu Mazi and swung his sword.

Liu Dazi was terrified, and retreated quickly, and came to Zuo Shandiao.

Zuo Shandiao shouted loudly, but Wu Yingjiao raised his hand and shot two sleeve arrows.

Under the blessing of Zhang Wuwei's comprehension, without a single pause, the tip of the sword shook twice, and the sleeve arrow flew instantly.

The mountain eagle was shocked, he has three unique skills, no arrows, no eyes, no legs.

It was another feint, unexpectedly shooting the sleeve arrow, but it couldn't stop Zhang Wuwei in the slightest?

Is he really the eighth grade?

Is the gap between the eighth rank and the eighth rank already so big?

This gave Zuo Shandiao a false feeling, as if his eighth-rank cultivation base and the ninth-rank strength of his subordinates were all fake.

There was no way to retreat, Liu Dazi became ruthless, lifted up the iron cloth shirt and clasped his hands together, clamping Zhang Wuwei's long sword at once.

With a loud shout: "Hurry up and do it."

He really didn't understand that their brothers had seven ranks of ninth rank plus a mountain sculpture of rank eight, and there were more than 100 brothers.

To be killed by an eighth-rank youth unexpectedly.

Like a dog falling apart, one sword strikes a child.

The mountain eagle flew up into the air, its feet staggered, and under the threat of death, it almost kicked out an afterimage.

He felt that he had broken through, and he was stuck in the eighth rank for many years, thinking that he would not be able to go any further in this life.

He actually broke through, that kind of joy, that kind of comfort made him couldn't help shouting: "Death!"

Zhang Wuwei looked contemptuously at the flawed legs and the vital points in them.

Can't help but let go of the long sword and lift up the Juehu Tiger's grip, facing the very middle with a claw.

Although the sound of "Pa Ji" was small, it hit everyone's heart.

hiss--

How could this boy be so vicious? ? ?
Zuo Shandiao, who was still in high spirits just now, had a face as red as a pig's liver.

In the end, there was a loud and extremely loud scream: "Ah!!!"

The penetrating power was so strong that Liu Dazi, who was close at hand, couldn't help but cover his ears.

He shook hands with disdain, this is Yu Lianzhou's trick after staying with him for a long time, as if he was used to it.

Of course, the most important thing is that besides Tai Chi, this move is the most lethal.

He couldn't help it, he shook his hand, picked up the long sword, and ended the miserable howl of the mountain eagle with one sword.

Liu Mazi fell to his knees with a puff, "Young hero, spare your life, young hero, please forgive me. The younger ones are disciples of the Wuyue Songshan School."

"Bewitched by others, the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple."

"Songshan faction?" Zhang Wuwei frowned and asked, "Then who asked you to trouble me."

Liu Dazi said without the slightest bit of morality: "It's outside the county king."

"Because the young hero cleared up the bandits and caused heavy losses to his people, so he bewitched us."

They are indeed members of the Songshan School, but they are not disciples, they were just recruited by the Songshan School.

Send offerings on time every month to ensure that they will not be wiped out.

Of course, sometimes it is used to do some dirty work.

"Oh." Zhang Wuwei nodded, and at the moment Liu Mazi wanted to say something, he swung his sword.

Cutting his throat, he sneered in his heart: A tiger skin from the Songshan sect, just trying to scare me off?
So what if it was Zuo Lengchan himself?
I will kill it.

All the leaders were killed, and the rest of the bandits dispersed immediately, and Zhang Wuwei did not pursue them.

Instead, he turned his horse's head and came to the county seat. In broad daylight, he forcibly broke into the Wang's house, and in full view, forcibly beheaded Wang Yuanwai.

Hang it on the door and leave in style.

This time, he was going to go south. Since the northwest did not inquire about Zhu Wu Lianhuan Village, he would go south to see if he could meet the Southern Emperor.

After all, Zhu Wu is a descendant of the Southern Emperor, so he should know a thing or two.

Stopping and stopping, after another month, Zhang Wuwei finally arrived in the south of the Yangtze River.

During the period, the cold poison broke out three or four times, forcing Zhang Wuwei to find ways to strengthen his strength.

But this Demon Venerable Value is very difficult to obtain.

No matter how independent he is, or how aggressive he is in front of others, he can't get more than two digits of Mozun value.

It gave Zhang Wuwei a headache.

On this day, Zhang Wuwei was eating breakfast at a bun shop in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

As soon as I picked up a bun, I heard the sound of my stomach growling next to me.

Looking up, I saw a handsome beggar staring eagerly at the bun in his hand, swallowing and spitting with difficulty.

But he didn't come forward to beg, probably because he was afraid that the stench on his body would affect his appetite.

"Go on." Zhang Wuwei tossed the bun lightly to the beggar.

For him, this bun is not bad.

The delicate beggar looked at Baozi, then at Zhang Wuwei, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help being hungry.

After thanking Zhang Wuwei, he found a corner where there was no one and started to gobble it up.

Zhang Wuwei nodded, this beggar is not bad, he is obviously very hungry, but he still knows how to thank him before eating.

He ordered some sesame seed cakes and porridge, came to the beggar, handed them to him and said, "Eat."

The beggar looked up at the biscuits in Zhang Wuwei's hands, with tears streaming down his face.

He was originally the young escort of Fuwei Escort Bureau, he stretched out his hands to eat and opened his mouth from the small clothes, so chic and elegant.

But since he rescued a girl from a store in a heroic act, all this has changed.

The person he accidentally killed was actually the son of Yu Canghai, the head of Qingcheng.

A few days later, Yu Canghai came aggressively and brought his disciples to take revenge, and his father was a close friend who had been running Fuzhou City for so many years.

No one reached out to help, and finally Yu Canghai brutally wiped out his Lin family.

He captured his parents and forced him to question his family's martial arts to ward off evil spirits, but he escaped luckily under the cover of his parents.

Along the way, he ate and slept in the open, and suffered all kinds of blank stares, and was even more frightened.

It's not that he didn't look for his former friends during the period, hoping to get some help.

But if it wasn't for his excitement, he would have been kidnapped by his friends and given to Yu Canghai.

Thinking of the sufferings of recent days, the tears almost couldn't hold back.

Quickly wiped it off, lowered his head in fear of being recognized and choked up, and said, "Thank you."

"If you dare to ask the name of the young hero, you will be rewarded generously in the future."

Zhang Wuwei glanced at him, who was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old beggar, and shook his head.

Put down the biscuits and two pieces of silver and prepare to leave.

"Grandpa will be easy for me to find." Two men in short shirts and grass skirts said with a frenzied expression:

"Lin Pingzhi, you should keep running."