its 192: defeat

The sword was as light as electricity. The martial artist who was laughing at the sound of a single tree was pierced by a sword in the chest because he couldn't dodge. He was so scared that he immediately broke out in a cold sweat and his face was as white as paper.

However, without the sword approaching, the other two martial artists with long guns had attacked the sound of the single tree one left and one right. They did not stab with the tip of the gun, but swept with the gun rod and hit the legs of the single tree from both sides.

In two sneak attacks, the sound of a single tree fell to the ground without suspense. The sword just scratched the other party's chest and brought a break in the front.

"Buncle thing!" The martial artist, who almost died, was so angry that he rushed up and kicked him out of the distance with the sound of a single tree.

"Get up, general!" Someone laughed and coaxed.

"The general can't do it. I heard that those people call him the master of the door, the master of the door. Even one of us can't beat a martial artist. It's really a shame."

"That's right, we are martial arts. How can these useless generals compare with us?"

The sound of the single tree struggled to get up. The severe pain in his leg made him unable to stand unsteadily. He stared at the martial artist opposite him fiercely, and his hand holding the sword was too hard, showing a kind of blue and white.

He slowly stood up straight and walked to the martial artist step by step. After experiencing the thrilling scene just now, the martial artist did not dare to be careless. He immediately pulled out his knife, looked at the sound of the single tree coldly, and was always ready to take action.

"You incompetent people." Shan Shusheng suddenly smiled. He pointed his finger at the martial artists in front of him in turn, "What else will he do besides using the city guard to insult us? You laugh at the general, but you ask yourself, if you have the ability to be a general, will you go to be a martial artist? No way! You are just a group of incompetent people who have no geniuses and have to arm themselves with martial arts!"

This sentence hit the pain of these martial artists.

Yes, in Yunsu mainland, where magic is the mainstream force, becoming a general is everyone's dream since childhood, but whether you can become a general depends on your natural qualifications. You can't pass the level of turning the divine blood into a tiger charm. Whether you are the son of a prince or a noble man, you don't want to practice general magic.

All of these martial artists in front of them have dreamed of being a general. With the power of one person, they can command thousands of troops and horses to run horizontally, waving their hands, the fire is burning the field, the water is full of fields, the wind is rising, and the arrows are blowing. What a great prestige!

However, it is a pity that they are not qualified to become generals, so they have no choice but to choose to practice martial arts. Although, to this day, they have regarded their identity as a kind of glory, it does not mean that they have no regrets.

Immediately, the martial artists who had been laughing together before became gloomy, and their eyes began to burst into cold light.

Shan Shu laughed. Seeing that the enemy who had been playing with him was so angry with him, he couldn't help laughing loudly. The laughter didn't stop, and he suddenly waved his hand.

The sharp sword in his hand came out and pierced the chest of the martial artist on the opposite side!

No one thought that he would play this trick, because in this case, anyone would choose to hold the weapon tightly. Who would throw out the life-saving blade so easily?

Therefore, the martial artist, who could obviously block the fierce throwing, fell down aggrievedly.

"Didn't you say that your martial arts skills far exceed those of us generals?" Shan Shu laughed loudly, "Why did you just shake your sword and end up as one of you, a British warrior? In fact, not only do you not have the qualification to become a general, but even the martial arts can't compare with the real generals at all?

The laughter stung the hearts of all the martial artists, and these guys roared together.

"Kill him and stop playing with him!"

"Cut him into meat sauce!"

"No, cut off his limbs. Anyway, they don't need arms and legs!"

"That's right, chop it down!"

One by one, the red-eyed guys approached the sound of the single tree step by step, but the sound of the single tree just laughed loudly.

"Listen, you useless guys!" With a smile, he said loudly without fear, "If my brother dies, he will not die in the hands of you bastards!"

In the laughter, a cold light shines in his arms. It is a short dagger. Although it is short, if the stab position is accurate, it can take away a person's life with just one blow.

"Look, this is the place where you will never be better than a teacher in your life!" The single tree laughed loudly and pointed the dagger at the heart. As long as one knife, one knife goes down, the single tree voice will completely disappear from the world.

"Farewell, guys." The single tree smiled faintly, and the dagger aimed at the heart and was about to stab it down immediately.

Suddenly, a scream sounded. Several martial artists suddenly flew to a height of more than ten meters and fell down screaming. The companions on the ground were so scared that they scattered and dodged. I'm afraid they would be hit by them - more than 100 catties of men who fell from the air more than ten meters high. Everyone had to break a few bones. Naturally, no one dared to pick them up easily. .

"To become a star?" The sound of the single tree that was committing suicide lit up, and then the tears couldn't help flowing down.

Because he knew that those partners who rushed down the mountain were safe and sound, and the wonderful door was saved!

The star grew out of breath: I finally caught up!

Seeing these guys who almost killed the sound of a single tree, Cheng Xingxing's eyes turned redder. He reached out and grabbed a martial artist's ankle, swung him as a weapon, and hit other martial artists fiercely.

The scream was extremely loud at the beginning, and the scream was made by the weapon of becoming a star. But after a few hits, the voice was gone. The head hit the head and the chest hit the chest. Under the strong blow of the star, no matter how strong the body was, it couldn't stand it.

The martial artists are all dumbfounded. They have never seen this kind of fighting in their lives. Using people as weapons? Are you kidding? But that impossible joke appeared in front of them at this moment. Isn't the red-eyed young man playing with people as weapons?

This visual impact is much stronger and much more shocking than using a sword to split two halves with one knife and four or five sugar gourd with one sword.

"I'll let you come to the wonderful door! I'll let you come and show off!" Cheng Xingxing roared and waved "weapons" and smashed one martial artist after another.

After being surprised, the leading British warrior was the first to recover and began to organize a counterattack. But what about this kind of counterattack? In front of the absolute power of becoming a star, any samurai's exquisite martial arts are bullshit. No matter who rushes to use his best moves, there is only one ending.

was swung away by a star.

The single tree laughed loudly: "Do you see it? Incompetent people! This is the real power of the masters in our division!"

But soon, he noticed the abnormality of Chengxing. He found that Chengxing had never used his right hand, but just grabbed people with his not very flexible left hand. He frowned and looked carefully, and immediately found that Chengxing's right wrist was as thick as a calf, and the color had turned blue-purple.

"How is this going on?" He couldn't help but be shocked.

The pain in the right hand does not prevent the stars from smashing these martial artists like gophers. Under his powerful offensive, the martial artists were either knocked to the ground or smashed out. Soon, a new round of escape began again, but before they could escape, the mysterious doorman at the foot of the mountain rushed back to block them.

Those who rushed to the forefront this time were no longer Elder Liu, Gao Dongzhen and Elder Wang, but Mulan and Shen Yi. Although Mu Lan was a little injured, she quickly recovered. Although Shen Yi had blood on the corners of her mouth, she was also very tenacious. She couldn't help throwing the flying knife at the oncoming martial artists, which made the guys scream.

The martial artists reacted quickly. Some martial artists got into the nearby forest with a swish. With the cover of trees, they quickly fled far away. When the other martial artists saw the clever actions of their companions, they also imitated and rushed into the woods.

"Cup with them and kill them all!" The turbulent doormen roared loudly and were about to go into the forest to chase and kill with weapons, but the single tree roared violently, "Come back!"

Then, he quickly ran to Cheng Xingxing, carefully pulled his right hand, and asked in astonishment, "What's wrong with this hand?"

"I overesighted my ability and hurt other people's tricks as a result." Cheng Xingxing smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt so much now..."

"You pig!" Mulan, who just rushed over, saw the star's injury and burst into tears. "Is it okay if it doesn't hurt? No pain means the injury is more serious! Go back to the door and get the medicine!"

Lang Zhong in the door rushed over and looked at the star's wrist. He was so scared that he exclaimed: "Such a serious injury? The bone must be broken..."

"I didn't ask you what the injury is. I want you to cure it quickly!" Gao Dongzhen shouted angrily. The anger was not because of Lang Zhong, but because of his incompetence for others - if they had the ability, how could the door owner be in a hurry to hurt himself?

"It's okay." Cheng Xingxing grinned and giggled, "I'm a thief who can't die."

Without saying a word, Shan Shusheng pulled him back to the hall of the door. Lang Zhong hurried to his room to find all kinds of herbs and tools. He was treated, applying medicine, bone, and splint. After a busy work, he was already sweating.

It's also a sweat to become a star. This time it hurts. In fact, this wrist had been very painful before, but because my mind was all about it, I forgot the pain. Now that there is no distraction, the attention can't help but focus on this wrist, and I feel more and more pain.

"What on earth is your hand?" Mulan asked anxiously, and Xun Xianxue also came over. Looking at him, his eyes were also full of anxiety and worry.

"Don't mention it." Cheng Xingxing sighed, "This time it's a son of a son of a bitch."

With that, he talked about his experience in Zhangjia County, and said that he came back after breaking up with Wenjing and saw something wrong on the mountain.

"At that time, I was so excited that I followed Jing Yan's consciousness and used the move 'White Blade World'." Cheng Mingxing grinned, "Long Lao has long said that Jing Yan is not an ordinary soldier. I can't learn her unique skill. Hey hey, that's true. I almost lost my hand.

"You pig!" Mulan scolded him with tears in his eyes, "I don't know how to find Lang Zhongzhi first?" Is there no Langzhong in Zhangjia County?"

"I didn't expect it to be so serious at that time." Cheng Xingxing smiled and said, "Besides, if I have to find Lang Zhongzhi, I will delay the time to come back. I really can't imagine what will happen at that time."

"Anyway, if you are one step later, I will die." Shan Shusheng smiled indifferently, "Being a star, I'll say it again. I'll give you the seat of the doorkeeper. That's right."