Wei Shu

Chapter 186
"Iron Palm Sun Tong has a well-deserved reputation."

The man holding the rapier smiled loudly, but his eagle eyes were as cold as ice. Before he could finish speaking, his figure was already flying up like light smoke, the blue light in his palm exploded, and the shadows of the sword filled the sky like drizzle, silently Stabbed out a sword.

At this moment, the distance between the two was less than ten steps, the man with the thin sword obviously had better lightness kung fu, he was already close to the opponent within two moves.

In comparison, the brown-clothed man who called Sun Tong had the power of iron palms, but his body skills were a little weaker. As the distance between the two of them gradually approached, his back robe was blown by the strong wind aroused by the sword energy. If you move, you will see a sword piercing your chest.

But he still didn't turn his head back, he made a sudden wrong step, and his figure suddenly fell.

In the blink of an eye, a little cold star flew over his head, the sword energy was strong, and the surrounding air became colder, and soon after he heard a "crash", the water tank at the door of someone's house was hit by the sword energy, and he went up. Half of it was made of fine powder, scattered on the ground, and several cracks appeared in the lower half, and the water in the tank was rushing.

The man with the rapier sword lost his sword, his face flushed and he stood leaning on the sword. It was obvious that the two swords had done their best, and his breath was a little unstable at this time.

These two swords consume not only internal strength, but also extremely strong control power.

Across the street is the busy city, if the fight is too fierce and the county government officials are attracted, it will always be troublesome, so his two swords are condensed into a line, and there is not much movement, but judging from the pulverized water tank, they are extremely powerful amazing.

Sun Tong was indeed blocked by the sword at this moment, his footsteps were slightly slow, and a few strands of hair around his body fell with the wind.

The man with the rapier sword is skilled in swordsmanship. Although he dodged the fatal blow just now, a few hairs were still cut off by the sword energy, the blood in his body was slightly swaying, and his breathing was sluggish.

But his figure still didn't stop, and he rushed towards the end of the alley.

On the battlefield, everything is changing rapidly, the resistance of this sword made the woman dressed as a peasant woman and the skinny monk both attack.

I saw the soft whip being raised by the woman to form an extremely long phantom. Amidst the howling sound, it swept across Sun Tong's lower body, and there was a shadow above his head, but it was the thin monk who jumped into the air and smashed it down with the crescent shovel , the move was fierce, and there was a faint cracking sound in the air.

Sun Tong retreated suddenly, stepped on his shoulders, and performed the body technique of spreading the eight trigrams swimming palm. The soles of his feet were like stepping on cotton, and his figure slid aside skillfully. The crescent shovel fell to his side immediately, even a piece of his clothes He never scratched it, and he took advantage of the situation to stick out his iron palm, and the golden iron palm grabbed the whip.

The whip girl saw the opportunity very quickly, and flicked her wrist quickly, the whip tip with the hook flicked like a snake, and unexpectedly slipped out from between Sun Tong's five fingers, and rolled back.

Sun Tong's move failed, and he didn't want to fight. He rolled forward and pressed his palm to the ground. His body swept up like a flying eagle again, and went straight to the end of the alley.

Since he noticed the enemy's attack behind him, the two sides fought several times, but he only attacked one move, obviously he didn't want to entangle with many opponents, he just wanted to get away quickly.

But these people came prepared, Sun Tongcai rushed forward about Zhang Xu, and several people suddenly appeared at the end of the alley, but they were outflanked by those masters pretending to be coolies just now. All sealed.

But at this moment, the strong wind rose again behind him, but it was the man with the rapier sword who struck out another sword, and the piercing sword energy pierced through the air. If there were thousands of drizzles falling, it would wet his clothes.

Faced with enemies from the front and back, Sun Tong had to stop and sink his waist, his back pressed against the wall, his palms on his chest, and he was already facing the drizzle.

"Zheng", the sword and palm clashed, the sound was like a golden sword, his other sleeve was shattered, and the fine steel armguard was hit by the blade of the thin sword, leaving a deep sword mark on it.

Then there was another sound of clashing iron weapons, but it was Sun Tong flying his palms and grabbing the killers pretending to be porters.Two of them had their wrists broken by him on the spot, and the weapons in their palms were cut into several pieces.

The two men were also stubborn, they clutched their broken wrists and jumped out of the battle group, but they had no power to fight anymore.However, Sun Tong's left shoulder was also slashed by a long knife in this chaotic battle, blood flowed profusely immediately, and his arm also fell limply.

But there was no trace of pain on his face, he still faced the enemy with one palm, struggling to hold on.

After a few breaths, the skinny monk spotted a gap, and hit him on the side with the crescent shovel until he half-kneeled, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Seeing this, the woman who made the whip gave a chuckle, and the long whip circled in the air, and the hooked tip of the whip protruded from the sword cluster like a snake letter, wrapped around Sun Tong's injured left arm, and pulled with force.

"Pfft", Sun Tong's entire left arm was torn off by the shoulder, and the blood flew out along with the broken arm, bringing out a thick bloody light in the mid-air.

Sun Tong's face was pale and trembling all over, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing, still bent his knees and lowered his waist, guarding his chest and abdomen.

Everyone respected him for a moment as a tough guy, and Ruosi was able to hold on to his injuries. The skinny monk chanted the Buddha's name first, and sighed:
"Amitabha, what is the need for Donor Sun?"

The man with the thin sword also made a gesture at this time, indicating that everyone did not need to attack again, and only surrounded Sun Tong in the middle. He raised his sword and looked down at Sun Tong with cold eagle eyes, and asked aloud:

"Where is the thing?"

Sun Tong coughed a few times with difficulty, spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and looked up at the person who came.

Only then did everyone see Sun Tong's appearance clearly. They saw that he was only 25 or [-] years old, with a simple face and clean eyes. If you didn't look at his iron palm armguards, just looking at his appearance, he was a farmer in the mountains.

"Yu Wenhong, no... I didn't expect that you, a dignified jade flute scholar, would actually work for... a dog thief." Sun Tong said with a low cough.

His voice was not coherent, but his enunciation was extremely clear, and he said the name of the person who came.

Yu Wenhong looked at him coldly, there was no difference on his face.

He didn't show his signature jade flute, and changed his face in advance. It was true that he wanted to hide his whereabouts, but he didn't think that he could really hide the truth from the discerning people present.

Sure enough, Sun Tong's words fell into everyone's ears. Except for the surprised expressions on the faces of the two swordsmen with injured wrists, everyone else looked calm. It seemed that they should have known Yu Wenhong's identity for a long time.

"'A misty rain jade flute sound', Yuwen Daxia's misty rain swordsmanship is really powerful." The skinny monk clasped his palms together, his eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't know whether this was a compliment or a sarcasm.

Yu Wenhong glanced at him, and said with a faint smile: "Monk Tan's silver moon shovel is also very clever, and this battle should be the first."

The silver moon shovel, like the rapier in his hand, is an extremely recognizable unique weapon, so everyone was not surprised when he called out the opponent's name at this time.

After Yu Wenhong finished speaking, he glanced at the woman who was wielding the soft whip, his expression slightly concentrated.

This woman's body skills are weird, and she broke Sun Tong's arm with just one whip. It can be seen that her internal strength is quite astonishing, she should have not exerted her full strength just now, but at this moment, this woman is just standing outside the circle with a relaxed face, if she hadn't changed her face She looks like a peasant woman, but she is a bit of a beauty.

(End of this chapter)