Xiao Shijiro

Chapter 32 The Heart of a Gentleman (2)
The martial arts of the "Xiantian Wuji" sect emphasizes: "Braking with stillness, waiting for work with leisure, attacking with defense, and fighting slow with speed."

Before he made a move with his sword, he only heard the sound of the gust of wind, and a dry chimney was ahead of him, hitting the "Canghai" point under Xiao Shishilang's spine.

Although Tu Xiaotian's people looked uncouth and even a little old-fashioned, they were really ruthless, accurate and fast in their attacks!
Relying on his status, Zhao Wuji pretended to be calm, and always took time to make his moves, not seeking to be aggressive, but when he saw Tu Xiaotian's attack, his wrist trembled suddenly, and the fine steel soft sword carried a sharp wind, and slanted towards Xiao Shishilang The large blood vessel at the back of the right neck, as long as this sword is successful, Xiao Shishilang will bleed profusely, until he dies.

On the other side, before Hai Lingzi could catch his breath, he swung his sword and rushed forward again.

Hainan swordsmanship is known for being Xin Jie and fierce. The swordsmen of Hainan sect can do nothing if they don't make a move. Once they make a move, they will definitely be killers who want to take people's lives immediately!
Xiao Shishilang has never been defeated since his debut. No matter who can kill him, it is a great thing. The unknown person will become famous immediately, and the famous person will become even more famous. Therefore, all three of them He was scrambling to make the first move, as if he was afraid that someone would take away his brilliance.

There was another "ding" sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Hai Lingzi's sword unexpectedly met Zhao Wuji's sword edge.

Xiao Shishilang's men had already rolled out from under the edge of the sword.

When the two swords struck each other, Hai Lingzi and Zhao Wuji couldn't help but blushed a little, and they shook out a sword flower, and they were about to turn around and pursue.

But hearing the sound of "Peng", Xiao Shishilang's body suddenly flew up, and hit the counter with a "bang", with blood dripping from the corners of his nose and mouth.

He was so drunk that he didn't see Li Gang who was standing in the corner all the time.

Zhao Wuji, Hai Lingzi, and Tu Xiaotian rushed to make a move, but Li Gang took advantage of it and took the lead.

With a straight face, Hai Lingzi sneered and said, "Brother Li's 36-way slamming stele is indeed well-deserved. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely learn from it."

There was never a smile on Li Gang's face at all, and he said coldly: "There must be opportunities, I will teach you at any time."

At this moment, another "ding" sound was heard.

It turned out that when these two people were talking, Tu Xiaotian saw that the opportunity was rare, how could he miss it?The pipe in the palm of the hand hit the "Baihui" acupoint on the top of Xiao Shishilang's head.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji's sword followed, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the sword edge slashed across the pipe, and Tu Xiaotian's move went astray.

But his pipe is made of fine steel, which is extremely heavy.

Zhao Wuji's sword was also shaken by him and flew up obliquely, their eyes met, although they both wanted to force a smile, but that expression was much uglier than crying.

Li Gang sneered, and said: "This person has been hit by me. If you don't trouble everyone to take action, he will not survive."

Tu Xiaotian forced a smile and said, "I have heard people say that if you want to prove whether a person is really dead, there is only one way, and that is to cut off his head first."

Zhao Wuji also forced a smile and said: "Yes, I have heard this sentence before, and I have never forgotten it."

Li Gang sneered and said: "It's very simple, even a three-foot boy can cut off his head..."

Hai Lingzi also sneered suddenly, and said, "I'm afraid it might not be possible!"

Li Gang said angrily: "Not necessarily?"

He turned his gaze and his face changed.

Xiao Shishilang was looking at them and laughing.

Although the eyes are still blurred and bloodshot, although they are still slightly drunk, they have opened very wide at some point.

If a person is dying, his eyes are definitely not like this.

Zhao Wuji rolled his eyes, and said calmly: "My friend surnamed Xiao, you have been hit by the hero Li Gangli's 'Big Throwing Monument Hand', you should have closed your eyes and died quickly, why are you still laughing here with your eyes open? "

Xiao Shishilang suddenly laughed out loud, so much that he couldn't breathe.

Even though Li Gang was deep, he couldn't help but blushed at this moment, and shouted angrily: "What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Shishilang said with a smile: "Is your 'Big Throwing Stele Hand' really as powerful as he said?"

Without waiting for Li Gang's answer, he stood up suddenly, puffed out his chest, and laughed loudly: "Come, come, come, I might as well let you try to slap me twice here."

Li Gang's face turned from red to green, and with a livid face, he said word by word: "This is your own humiliation, you can't blame me!"

He didn't move his shoulders, didn't twist his waist, he took a step forward with his feet, and the tip of his palm protruded forward, barely touching Xiao Shishilang's chest, before he suddenly spit out his palm.

This is exactly the power of the inner family "Little Tianxing".

Xiao Shishilang didn't dodge or dodge, and took his palm head-on.

Just listening to the sound of "Peng" is like defeating leather.

But this time Xiao Shishilang still stood steadily, without moving, as if he was nailed to the ground like a nail.

Li Gang's face turned pale, and he could no longer speak.

He has indeed practiced the "Big Throwing Monument Hand" to [-]% of the heat, even if he can't really hit the stone like powder, but if he hits it with his palm, as long as he is of flesh and blood, it is really impossible to withstand it.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Shishilang looked like a man made of iron.

When he slapped Xiao Shishilang's chest with his palm, he felt a potential rebound coming out. If he hadn't held his foot firmly, he might have been overwhelmed by this rebound force.

Zhao Wou-ki and Hai Lingzi looked at each other, although they were a little gloating, but after all they were fighting against each other, they were more frightened than happy.

I saw Xiao Shishilang looking at Li Gang with a smile on his face, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Is this really 'Big Throwing of the Monument Hand' you practiced?"

Li Gang said: "Hmph."

Xiao Shishilang said with a smile: "In my opinion, this will definitely not be a big throwing of the stele hand, but another kind of kung fu."

Zhao Wuji glanced at Li Gang, and deliberately asked: "But I don't know which kind of kung fu?"

Xiao Shishilang looked around and said with a smile: "I happen to have learned this skill before, so I'll show you how to practice it."

He is not too picky about his food, as long as it is made of beans, whether it is tofu, dried tofu, oily tofu, or dried shredded, he likes to eat it very much.

But once he drank too much, he couldn't eat anything, so even though he ordered a plate of braised tofu just now, he left more than half of it and put it on the table over there.

At this moment, he walked over unsteadily, stretched out his hand to fish out a few pieces of tofu from the plate, and threw it heavily on the ground.

The tofu was naturally smashed to pieces immediately.

Xiao Shishilang put on a serious face and said: "This kind of kung fu is called 'Tofu Throwing Hand', and it's the same kung fu as 'Big Throwing Monument Hand', but it was taught by my wife."

Others didn't know what he was doing at first, but after hearing this, they realized that Xiao Shishilang was not only superb in martial arts, but also superior in stinky skills.

Hai Lingzi was the first to laugh out loud.

At this moment, he couldn't laugh at all, and he had never laughed like this in his life, but when he thought of the expression on Li Gang's face, he couldn't help but laugh, and he laughed very loudly.

When others laughed, Xiao Shishilang laughed too, bending his waist so much.

In fact, he couldn't laugh either.

In the past 20 years, an unknown number of people have died under Li Gang's "Big Throwing of the Stele Hand". Xiao Shishilang received two palms from him, and his internal injuries were already serious.

But people who are drunk often don't care about the benefits and the seriousness. They will say what they obviously can't say when they are drunk, and they will do what they can't do.

Because after drinking, a person who is obviously only five feet tall will suddenly feel that he is eight feet tall, and a person who is obviously powerless will also feel that he is a strong man.

That's why drunk people often like to find someone to fight, whether they can fight well or not, they fight first, even the smartest people will become idiots when they get drunk.

If Xiao Shishilang was sober, of course he would never take Li Gang's palm with his own flesh and blood, but it's a pity that when Xiao Shishilang was drunk, he was no different from anyone else.

Although Tu Xiaotian was also laughing, he paid close attention to Xiao Shishilang's every move.

Ginger is old and spicy after all.

Tu Xiaotian lived 30 to 30 years longer than others, these [-] to [-] years were not in vain, although he was smiling on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, he suddenly said: "I have also learned this kind of kung fu. "

Xiao Shishilang laughed and said, "Oh? Do you want to try it too?"

Tu Xiaotian said: "That's exactly what I mean."

After saying these four characters, the dry tobacco pipe in his palm has also been shot out.

I only felt his wrist vibrate, one pipe seemed to become three, and hit Xiao Shishilang's chest Xuanji, Rugen and Jiangtai respectively.

Tu Xiaotian is known as the No. 1 acupoint acupressure expert in the country. With this move of "Three Pools Reflecting the Moon", he can acupoint three acupoints in one move. Looking at the world, there are very few people who can match it.

Xiao Shishilang's body didn't move at all, his right hand was like catching a fly, and when he grabbed it outwards, the dry tobacco pipe came into his hands inexplicably.

Tu Xiaotian's face suddenly became whiter than paper.

Xiao Shishilang laughed and said, "I only drink and don't smoke. I'm useless with this thing."

He bent his hands, as if he wanted to break the pipe, but he didn't know that the pipe was made of fine steel. Before he could break it, he suddenly yelled and heard a "ding", although the pipe was held by him. He had to stretch out and hit the wall, but he also spat out a mouthful of blood, all sprayed on Tu Xiaotian's body.

Tu Xiaotian seemed to have been stunned, and was shocked by the blood, turned around suddenly, and punched Xiao Shishilang in the chest with an elbow.

This time Xiao Shishilang couldn't stand it anymore, and his body was knocked flying, but seeing the flash of sword light, Zhao Wuji's sword pierced into his side like lightning.

No chariots or horses were found.

Jun Shen Bi's strength was almost exhausted, and he could hardly catch his breath.

But even if she died from exhaustion, she would not stop.

"I will never let Xiao Shishilang die because of me, I will save him no matter what."

She had only this one thought in her mind, and she didn't care about anything else.

The night was very quiet.

She identified the direction and flew with all her strength. If there was a wall in front of her, she would fly over the wall. If there was a house in front of her, she would fly over the house, regardless of whose wall yard or house it was.

She didn't dare to do this kind of thing before, but now she doesn't care.

As long as Xiao Shishilang can be saved, she doesn't care what she is asked to do.

A dark cloud covered it, covering up the stars and the moon.

Shen Bijun suddenly realized that he had lost his way!
Xiao Shishilang fell under the corner of the wall, panting.

Although his eyes are squinted, it seems that he can't open them, but his eyes are very clear.

He finally sobered up.

It was better if he didn't wake up from the wine. Once he woke up from the wine, he suddenly felt that his whole body was in pain as if it was about to split apart—the wine had turned into cold sweat and flowed out.

Tu Xiaotian looked up and laughed loudly: "I'm afraid that even a three-foot boy can cut off his head now."

Zhao Wuji smiled and said: "Since that's the case, let me come down and do it!"

Tu Xiaotian suddenly stopped laughing, and said, "Wait a minute."

Zhao Wuji frowned, and said, "What are you waiting for?"

Tu Xiaotian said with a smile: "I killed him, how dare you work the master to cut off his head."

Zhao Wuji looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, "Unexpectedly, Brother Tu has also learned to use a sword recently."

Tu Xiaotian was stunned, and said coldly: "I'm old, I don't want to learn sword anymore, but fortunately, this tube of dry smoke may not be less useful than a sword?"

Zhao Wuji smiled leisurely: "This man's fatal wound is obviously a sword wound, anyone can see it, if Brother Tu didn't use a sword, where did the sword wound come from?"

Tu Xiaotian's face changed, and he sneered, "If it wasn't for the old man's punch, I'm afraid this sword would never get on his clothes again."

Li Gangtu also sneered, and said: "If he hadn't suffered internal injuries, Your Excellency's head would have been the same as this pipe."

Hai Lingzi said coldly: "He still has the guts to make a move when he stands there without moving. Such a gentleman is very rare!"

Li Gang said angrily: "What qualifications do you have to speak? Have you ever touched his hair?"

Hai Lingzi sternly said, "At least I didn't take advantage of others and take advantage of them."

Suddenly Xiao Shishilang sighed and murmured: "It looks like my head must be worth a lot, otherwise how could these people snatch it from each other like a dog snatching a bone?"

The faces of the four people were green and white, and none of them could speak.

Xiao Shishilang said: "I'm suffering from a terrible headache. I wish someone could cut it off. If you have the guts, come and get it!"

He suddenly smiled at Tu Xiaotian, and said, "But are you really sure that you can cut off my head now?...Why don't you come and try?"

Tu Xiaotian's face turned pale, but he involuntarily took half a step back.

Xiao Shishilang shifted his gaze to Zhao Wuji, and said, "What about you? You were the one who rushed to do it just now, why don't you come now?"

Zhao Wuji's hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, cold sweat was already dripping from his palm.

Xiao Shishilang gasped, and said: "The disciples of the Hainan Sword Sect have always been dark-hearted and courageous, so they must have dared not make a move."

Hai Lingzi trembled with anger, but he still didn't dare to stab the sword in his hand.

Centipede insects are dead but not stiff; ligers and tigers are dying, but they still have power.

Xiao Shishilang said: "As for you..."

He suddenly stared at Li Gang's face like a knife, and said with a sneer: "You are a real gentleman who can't be confused when you see the color, I have already seen through you, as long as you dare to take one step forward now, I will kill you immediately under my feet!"

Li Gang's face was ashen, and cold sweat dripped from his head, but his feet seemed to have been nailed to the ground, and he could no longer move half a step forward!
Xiao Shishilang suddenly laughed again.

Zhao Wuji couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Shishilang said: "I'm laughing at you four gutless idiots!"

He laughed loudly and continued: "Actually, my head has long been waiting for you to cut it off. No matter who among you four comes to do it, I am powerless to resist. It's just ridiculous that none of you have the courage!"

The faces of the four were red and white, and they were so scolded that they couldn't lift their heads!
Xiao Shishilang said: "Although my head is waiting for someone to take it, it is not worthy of you four!"

He suddenly pulled out the knife at his waist, looked up and said with a long smile: "Xiao Shishilang, Xiao Shishilang, I never thought that no one would dare to cut off such a beautiful head of yours, and in the end you have to do it yourself! "

Zhao Wuji suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Xiao Shishilang gasped, and laughed loudly: "If you want to cut it now, it's too late. One day in the future, people in the world will know that Xiao Shishilang just died by his own hands! You four Great heroes and knights can only watch from the sidelines."

Zhao Wou-ki said lightly: "We are not heroes in the first place, if we hadn't known that you were drunk, maybe we wouldn't have dared to come here."

Xiao Shishilang said: "That's not bad."

Zhao Wuji smiled and said: "But how do we know that you are here? How do we know that you are drunk?"

Xiao Shishilang's expression suddenly changed, and he said sharply, "How did you know?"

Zhao Wou-ki said leisurely: "Who told us this, can't you still think of it?"

He continued with a sneer: "Mrs. Lian already hated you to the bone, and asked us to chop you up, so I got you drunk first. It's just ridiculous that you are still holding her gold hairpin, intoxicated with yourself. Aren't you better than me?" How much more ridiculous are we?"

Xiao Shishilang suddenly roared wildly and rushed forward!

The blood on his wound had already congealed, but with this force, the wound cracked again, and fresh blood gushed out one after another.

But the power of this knife is still overwhelming.

Zhao Wuji waved his sword to meet him, with a sound of "ding", his tiger's jaw was shattered, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand!
His whole body was numb from the shock of the knife, his legs went limp, and he fell down.

Xiao Shishilang's second knife has been cut again.

Zhao Wou-ki was heartbroken, he didn't care about his status anymore, he rolled on the spot, rolled seven or eight feet, hit the corner of the counter with a "bang", a big hole was immediately knocked out from the corner of his forehead.

Xiao Shishilang has chased after him again.

Zhao Wuji was frightened out of his wits, he saw that his saber had been raised, and suddenly fell to the ground "dang", his body shook, and fell down accordingly.

(End of this chapter)