Wei Shu

Chapter 187 Jiawu
Yu Wenhong couldn't help thinking of the mysterious place in the legend, and he was quite afraid of this woman, so he skipped her eyes and pointed to the side:
"These are the 'Five Tigers of the River'. Everyone is a fellow Jianghu, so we can get closer in the future."

The "Five Tigers in the River" are those who pretend to be porters, because the five of them are brothers, and their faces are very similar, so it is not difficult to recognize them. In addition, because two of the five brothers are eight-faced men. Swords, and the rest are long swords, which is also nicknamed "two-faced and three-swords" in the Jianghu.

It can also be seen from this that the "Five Tigers in the River" are by no means good.

"Where is the thing?" Yu Wenhong looked down at Sun Tong and asked again.

At this moment, the expression on his face was no longer as cold as before, but with a hint of compassion:

"Iron Palm Sun Tongxia is famous, I have always admired him very much, and I really don't want a generation of heroes to suffer so much and die. As long as you tell me where the things are, I will guarantee you with my reputation in the world, and I will definitely give you a good time."

He was also frank, he never pretended to Sun Tong, he made it clear that he must be killed, the only difference is whether he suffered a miserable death or killed him with a sword.

Sun Tong's complexion became paler and blood gushed out from the severed arm, covering his entire body.

Given his injury, he should first apply acupuncture to stop the bleeding, and then try to force him to interrogate.He has killed countless enemies with his iron palms and has a great reputation. Everyone is afraid of his final blow before he dies, so they just surround him not far or close, and don't want to get close to him.

In the final analysis, they are just a group of people gathered temporarily, and they are more defensive than trustful, and no one is willing to take this risk.

Sun Tong did not answer Yu Wenhong's question, but looked at him fixedly, his pale lips moved, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth:

"Yu Wenhong, you and I... are both from the Song Dynasty, why did you work for... that golden dog?"

"It's a matter of being entrusted by others and being loyal to others." Yu Wenhong answered firmly, not at all moved by the righteousness of his family and country in his words, and his voice sounded like a sword:

"No one can stand without faith. I, Yu Wenhong, have traveled the rivers and lakes for [-] years, and I have never promised anything, and I have a clear conscience."

Sun Tong stared at him for a few breaths, sighed, and looked away.

This is the so-called difference of way and conspiracy.A warrior only seeks to understand his thoughts, and he has no regrets when he thinks so far at this moment.And Yu Wenhong must have his own way.

With a clear heart and sword, no wonder he can stab such a sword.

Seeing that Sun Tong's complexion became paler, and a layer of gray air rose from the Yintang, it was obvious that his death was approaching, Yu Wenhong was concerned about that thing, and asked for the third time: "Sun Tong..."

"In the next Jiawu." Sun Tong interrupted him suddenly, looking ahead, his eyes became brighter little by little, as if there were flames burning: "There is no such person as Sun Tong in this world, only Jiawu."

Yu Wenhong looked at him in astonishment, he was a little confused for a while, but the woman who wielded the whip smiled "puchi", raised her hand and lightly brushed her hair, and said with a coquettish smile: "It turns out that Sun Daxia has entered the Changfeng camp. "

Sun Tong didn't look at her, but slowly closed his eyes.

Yu Wenhong had never heard of the name of Changfengying, and this was not the time to ask what happened. Seeing that Sun Tong was still refusing to speak, he thought that he had passed away, and was hesitating whether to probe his breath. Tonghu opened his eyes again, looked at him with a half-smile and said:

"I... I can tell you where the things are, but today you are besieging me, and I can't be reconciled to losing. Yu... Yu Wenhong, do you dare to put it right with me?"

Yu Wenhong found it ridiculous that a man who was seriously injured and dying wanted to fight alone. Fang wanted to refuse aloud, but Sun Tong quickly said:

"I only have one move with you. After one move, no matter whether I win or lose, I will... tell you where the things are. Otherwise, I... I will die with regret!"

The more he talked, the weaker his breath became, and it seemed that he had not long to live, so Yu Wenhong couldn't help hesitating.

Sun Tong is a martial idiot, otherwise he wouldn't be able to practice such a famous iron sand palm. At this time, he asked for a competition, which is also in line with his usual disposition, and the thing in his hand is very important, and it would be nice if he could get it a moment earlier. OK

Thinking of this, Yu Wenhong no longer hesitated, nodded and said: "Okay, then I will only use my left hand and not use my internal strength."

This is already a very fair method of competition. With Sun Tong's injuries, even if Yu Wenhong only uses a little internal strength, he will undoubtedly die. However, if it is just gestures, Sun Tong may not necessarily lose.

When everyone heard the words, they all had a look of watching the show, and they all stepped back a little. The woman who wielded the whip twisted her waist, and flew up to the wall like a butterfly, and said with a sweet smile: "I'm not talented. For the two of you."

This position is condescending, even if Sun Tong counterattacked at the end of his life, he would not be able to escape the soft whip in her palm.

Yu Wenhong saw her intention and politely said "thank you" to her. Immediately, he handed over his sword to his left hand and pinched the tactic with his right hand. Pointing the tip of the sword to the ground, he said solemnly, "Please."

This is the swordsman's starting move, saluting first and then attacking, it is the swordsman showing respect to his opponent.

At this time, Sun Tong also sat down by leaning on him, with one palm raised up, pointing to the side, which is also a gesture in the palm technique.

Although he has lost an arm and his body is full of blood, but with just such a simple gesture, his whole aura has also changed. It seems that Ruoyuan stops and stands upright, which makes people feel a sense of admiration. .

Yu Wenhong's breath condensed slightly, and the tip of his sword trembled suddenly.

got windy.

There seems to be wind and rain in the alleys, soft and dense, fluttering, as if it is impossible to find, but it seems to be everywhere.

This is the most exquisite form of Yu Wenhong's famous swordsmanship "Yinyujian", "spring wind transforms rain".

Striking is a unique move that is rare to see. Everyone watched carefully, and there was admiration and admiration on their faces. They all understood this move, even the woman on the wall was strange.

For a moment, there was silence in the alley, and everyone held their breath subconsciously, waiting to see what kind of exquisite palm Sun Tong would use to deal with this move.

However, amidst misty rain and misty wind, the famous Iron Palm never appeared.

Yu Wenhong waited quietly for a while, and suddenly realized something, secretly said "no", and rushed forward.

Sun Tong was still sitting leaning against the wall, his pale face was calm, and he had lost his breath.

"He died by severing his heart!"

The woman who made the whip had excellent eyesight, and she saw the clue first, then she frowned and seemed regretful, and sighed: "Oh, it's a pity that I just teach him to die like this, and those punishments are useless. .”

After saying that, dimples appeared on her face again, she was full of smiles, her pair of slender feet hanging by the wall swayed back and forth, she was cute and playful, like a little girl peeking at the neighbor's affairs.

Yu Wenhong's complexion was very ugly, still unwilling to give up, he stretched out his hand to explore Sun Tong's neck veins, the tentacles were icy cold, and there was no pulse at all.

(End of this chapter)