Movie martial arts

Chapter 214

"You are confident! You don't need it! I don't want to fight people to death now! Because Haitang is humiliated, it's because her skills are inferior to others, and it has nothing to do with me. I just want to prove that my spending money all over the sky is not What you said is so useless!", Mr. Wuhen said indifferently: "One trick! After one trick, I don't care who you love!"

Who is Mr. Wuhen?Legend has it that he can understand ghosts and gods, is proficient in astronomy and geography, divination and astrology, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Qimen Dunjia, omniscient, omniscient, and popular among thousands of girls in the martial arts world. His name was second only to the undefeated naughty boy Gu Santong and Tie Dan Chunmeng, who was ignored by Shenhou Zhu, left Wuhen.

And actually?it's not true!This is nothing but a mythical description!The real Mr. Wuhen is a... well, world-weary person!He hates everyone!Especially now, he doesn't have any relatives, and doesn't need any relatives. He roams the rivers and lakes like a prodigal son. His only hobby is probably gambling!It's just that this is also a person with extremely poor gambling skills, known by people in the world - Big Fat Sheep!It seemed like he never won.

Han Wen shrugged his shoulders and said, "A move? Are you sure? Didn't come to kill me? I made your apprentice Shangguan Haitang look like eighteen. What's the matter! Don't you feel angry at all?" ? Don't want to avenge her at all?"

"That's just a favor I owed her parents in the past. I taught her martial arts. The favor is over, and it has nothing to do with me! In this world, I probably only have a friend like Gu Santong, not even a relative. Whether it's good or bad, life or death, it doesn't seem to matter to me, it doesn't matter!" Mr. Wuhen raised his eyebrows, and it can be seen that this is also a person with a cold temperament, just like returning to the sea with a knife. !It should be said that it is more heartless than Guihai!
Gui Hai's coldness is a kind of cold face and warm heart. He still has people who are related to him and people he cares about, while Mr. Wuhen's coldness is the indifference emanating from his bones. Perhaps, this is also related to him for so many years. life related, right?Everyone likes to stare at his face. No one has ever looked into his heart. Probably, Gu Santong is a weird person. He has never cared whether he is ugly or beautiful. Playing tricks in the casino, right?

"That's good! That's one trick!" Han Wen turned the sword in his hand and said with a smile: "You first? Or me first? But! Before starting the fight, I still need to say that there is no rubbish martial arts in the world. , and there are no useless martial arts, some are just rubbish practitioners, useless practitioners! I don’t seem to have said that there is nothing wrong with spending money all over the sky! I still remember that there was once a man who could use too much money. Zu Chang Fist strikes with the power of peerless martial arts! That's what it means to be powerful!"

The Korean word is Xiao Feng!Xiao Feng is also a different kind, no matter what kind of martial arts or martial arts, in his hands, he can master it as soon as he learns it, and he can master it as soon as he learns it, and his inner strength is as deep as an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. Let him display great power, at least, Han Wen is undoubtedly envious of his state!
"Oh? Interesting! I really want to see and see!" Mr. Wuhen stood up after being stunned for a moment, and the two stood in the yard with a distance of five feet, looking at each other. Mr. Wuhen said: "The guest follows Master! Since you are the master, then I should listen to you, whoever comes first, you have the final say!"

"Then you come first!", Han Wen rolled his eyes, Mimi smiled, he didn't know this Mr. Wuhen, although he had searched some of Shangguan Haitang's martial arts methods, but it was not safe, now, he Let Mr. Wuhen make the first move. Although it is not as good as his own first move to gain the upper hand, but he is no longer what he used to be. He has the confidence to avoid Mr. Wuhen's move. The reason for doing this is that Because——he was murderous!
That's right!He intends to end Mr. Wuhen with one move!Because Mr. Wuhen knows his identity, no matter whether Mr. Wuhen will tell him or not, it will be a trouble for him. Instead of this, it is better to never worry about it!If you believe that people in the world can keep their mouths shut, it is better to believe that toads can really eat swan meat!
"Be careful!", Mr. Wuhen clasped his arms around his chest, and there was no wind on his body, and Han Wen could even see the internal force condensed in front of Mr. Wuhen. It was very strong, at least not much weaker than his own internal force!In an instant, Mr. Wuhen moved golden copper coins all over the sky and flew in the sky, and his internal force was like a machine gun shooting bullets, hitting the golden copper coins and hitting Han Wen!Compared with Shangguan Haitang, she is just a scum with less than five points of combat power!

The golden coins beautifully draw one after another brilliance in the sky, colliding with each other like fairy music, but this is more like a symphony of death. Every golden copper coin flies, their traces are It is unpredictable, coming from all directions, Hanwen can't even use lightness kung fu, he can only meet with his sword, quickly draw the sword, pick and drop these copper coins one by one, so as not to hurt himself.

But as soon as these copper coins are picked up by him, they will be collided by the copper coins that come later, and they will fly towards Hanwen again, continuously, like a formation that traps Hanwen in the middle. A cut was made, and within a short moment, Han Wen was scratched in more than a dozen places. Although it was not a fatal injury, it was indeed disturbing to him.

Taking a deep breath, Han Wen's eyes were like lightning, and he slapped his palm on his side, preventing the golden copper coins from attacking him, or seeking a respite, mobilizing the internal strength of his whole body, and using the A Bi Dao [-] that he had just comprehended Among the knives, the Three Ways of Entering Hell pierced three swords at a super level, and the tyrannical sword energy knocked down the golden copper coins, like a wall of dominoes. He opened a passage and sprinkled money all over the sky. The move also came to an end with a bang!

"Okay! Good trick!" Han Wen looked at his embarrassed appearance, nodded in admiration, and said: "In my impression, there are not many hidden weapon masters like you! Next! It's my turn! You prepare Are you ready? Mr. Wuhen! My sword - soon!"

Indeed, Han Wen's sword was indeed very fast, and before he could finish his words, he rushed out with lightning speed, and the dust behind him didn't even fall!This sword is a one-word sword!Full of murderous intent!Pursue the combination of potential and speed!Within a straight-line distance, the lethality is the strongest!And this sword is also a sword that contains all the essence, energy, and spirit of Korean!A one-stroke agreement is actually the most unfavorable to Mr. Wuhen!Because Hanwen blocked his move abruptly before, now he wants to respond, and he must be like Hanwen.

A folding fan suddenly slipped out of Mr. Wuhen's sleeve, and several golden copper coins were thrown out by him one after another, one faster than the other. He hoped to use this move to delay Han Wen's speed, but Han Wen He will never retreat or stop, the sword in his hand exudes sword aura, the copper coins are cut into pieces one after another, and some broken copper coins even scratched his cheek, but his The speed is still very fast!soon!
"Hey", Mr. Wuhen lowered his head, as if he saw Hanwen's sword piercing his throat. Before the folding fan in his hand could respond to the enemy, it slipped to the ground and splashed a cloud of dust. Mr. Wuhen vomited a mouthful blood, his throat was pierced by the sword, but he couldn't speak. He took a deep look at Han Wen, and he fell to the ground. Even if he died, Mr. Wuhen was so calm and unrestrained, and he was still that popular spring dream. Mark, so handsome!
Han Wen sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, and muttered to himself: "Why don't you take it lightly? Can pride or something be eaten? I took your moves hard because your moves trapped me The possibility of using lightness kung fu, and my sword, is very fast. Similarly, a master who is famous for his hidden weapons, isn’t his speed fast? People! Don’t be too persistent, sometimes it’s not necessarily a good thing to compromise! It’s gone, can I come again in my next life? Ha ha! Who knows!”

"Are you all right? Cousin?" There was a big battle outside the door, how could the people in the room be able to eat?Seeing Han Wen sitting down on the ground, Su Xin ran out quickly, trying to help Han Wen up, looking at the bleeding wound on Han Wen's body, her heart ached so badly that she almost shed tears.

Han Wen secretly sighed, if he waited for the day when the truth was revealed, would he really be able to be ruthless?Waving his hand, he said superficially: "It's okay! I'm a little tired! I just made a move each, but it was very exhausting! Either you die, or I die! Fortunately, he died! Look! Back then, he was popular with thousands of young girls, loved by everyone, and the flowers bloomed everywhere! I don’t know how many men in the world are glad that I killed him!"

"It's really Mr. Wuhen! He really looks like Shangguan Haitang!" Cheng Shifei shook his head and looked at Mr. Wuhen's body, his expression became stiff, and said, "You actually killed him?" He? He is Haitang's master."

"If you don't kill him, do you still have to talk to him about your ideals in life? Dig a hole and sell him! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, people are dead, is it useful to say these now?", Korean read He glanced at him, stood up slowly, and said, "It's better to apply some golden sore medicine first!"

"Why me again?" Cheng Shifei was extremely depressed;
Han Wen turned around and said, "Could it be that you still want me to dig a hole? Believe it or not, I will beat you? Little bastard! Take back your slick talk!"

Cheng Shifei shrank his neck in fright from the roar, carried Mr. Wuhen's body and ran away, muttering while running: "Am I his own? Why are you so fierce to me?"

Well, his suspicion was right, he really wasn't Han Wen's own son, he was just a cheap son!
(End of this chapter)