Sword of Coming

Snowflakes were splashing in the snow under Hu Han's feet.

He punched Chen Pingan in the abdomen.

Chen Ping'an, with his sleeves rolled up, put one hand behind his back, and gently pressed the fist with the palm of his hand. He separated it as soon as he touched it, but his figure had already taken advantage of the force and took four or five steps back.

Hu Han's punch missed, and he followed him like a shadow, and his punches were like a rainbow.

The wind and snow in the sky on both sides of the short man were swept up and tilted by the powerful fists.

Chen Ping'an punched Hu Han with his elbow, then slid back a few steps, then two steps back, and there was the mount.

Hu Han felt that he had roughly found out the true background of this godly young man. He was about to stop hiding and strike with a sharp and painful blow. As a result, the young man's elbow not only blocked his fist, but also suddenly There was a burst of ferocious force like a flood bursting out of the embankment. Hu Han was so frightened that he quickly suppressed the pure energy in his body and retreated a few steps. Of course, even if he retreated, as a martial arts master in the Golden Body Realm, he was still moving smoothly and without any traces. Decline.

After Hu Han stopped, he had an eye-opening look on his face, "Good guy, you pretend to be the same thing, you even fooled me once!"

It turned out that the young man's powerful fist seemed to be fighting him to the death, but in fact it was just a small tap on the water, just like a child holding a hammer, using all his strength to lift it, then smash it down to the ground, and then it was actually on the ground. A few inches above the ground, the hammer stood still, hovering in the air. The key was that the child seemed to be struggling to lift the hammer, but when he lifted the hammer, it seemed that it was not strenuous at all.

Maybe Hu Han didn't give in, but took the opportunity to get closer. Maybe he could hit this person's chest with one punch.

But Hu Han knew well that the greater possibility was that the other party had a backhand waiting for him, such as the young man's hand hidden behind his back.

Since the opponent is so proficient in controlling his own fist, even if his level is not high, he must have had an expert help him refine his body, or he must have experienced extremely dangerous life and death battles.

Chen Ping'an shook his wrist and looked calm, "Don't call it that martial arts madman. Although you are at a high level, in fact, in terms of martial arts attainments, you are not as good as the smiling face I met in the early years. He and you should be on the same path. A pure martial artist who can count, his punching power is not enough, he must use his body skills to make up for it."

Hu Han's face looked uncertain.

It's not that Shi Hao, the number one martial artist in the country, is already timid just after the fight, so it's certainly impossible.

But the hand behind the young man and the sword at his waist made him a little upset.

This is an instinctive intuition honed by martial arts masters on the line of life and death.

This is the most fatal thing.

Hu Han didn't pay attention to such nonsense as "the foundation is shoddy and the golden body is papery" and "the fist power is not enough and the body skills are enough to make it up".

"As long as the palms of the hands are corresponding, they can be freely retracted and released. Boxing training also pays attention to mental training, which is no less important than those who practice Taoism. Under the boxing intention is the boxing, and after the boxing is the fighting technique. With a golden body like yours , after being thrown somewhere, those who cannot survive for a few days will only become the best whetstone for the warriors there."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Okay, let's stop chatting. I already know your depth."

Hu Han also put one hand behind his back, raised his hand and hooked his fingers, and said with a playful smile: "As a courtesy, you will make the first move this time, so that you will not think that I bully the younger generation and do not have the bearing of an elder."

In fact, as long as they fight each other in close quarters, Hu Han, nicknamed "The Blacksmith", will always make money.

There are only wrong names given by parents, not wrong nicknames given by Jianghu.

Ma Duyi almost laughed out loud after hearing Chen Ping'an's words, "The palms of the hands correspond to each other and can be moved freely."

At first, she thought it was Mr. Chen's nonsense, but Ma Duyi suddenly calmed down and looked at the guy's back. Could it be that knowledge and boxing were connected and confirmed each other?

If it were anyone else, Ma Duyi would never have such a weird idea, but when this person was Chen Pingan, Ma Duyi felt that if anything in the world happened to Chen Pingan, it might be that one.

For example, who would sit like him in that room at the entrance of Qingxia Island Mountain?

Will you really leave Shujian Lake and have this trip?

Chen Pingan took one step forward.

Still understated, not showing off the slightest bit of mastery.

Compared to Hu Han, whose fists vibrated and shattered the surrounding snowflakes every time he struck out, it was a world of difference.

Hu Han chewed out some aftertaste.

The secretive young man in front of him must have been seriously injured, so every time he made a move, he looked like... a bookkeeper doing a small business, calculating a small profit.

The arrogance of a pure martial artist is really nothing!

Hu Han felt murderous in his chest and completely let go of his hands and feet.

In an instant, Hu Han's heart tightened, and his intuition told him that he should not let the person punch him. However, martial arts common sense and Jianghu experience told Hu Han that as long as he stopped holding back after getting close, the opponent would Sooner or later, only one will die.

A little uneasy.

The punch has arrived.

After receiving the punch, Hu Han burst out laughing, "You little bitch is tickling..."

After that, Hu Han couldn't stop laughing.

A punch comes, a punch comes.

It was like a waterfall flying down three thousand feet.

Hu Han just dealt with it with one punch after another. The two figures were erratic and the wind and snow were surging on the road.

Even if it is really a papery golden body, it is still a golden body that is proud of the world of a country!

After seven or eight punches, Hu Han's forehead was slightly sweaty.

After eleven punches, Hu Han was not only sweating profusely, but also had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

And the young man who punched faster and faster still showed no sign of exhaustion or wanting to stop.

The extremely aggrieved Hu Han, a dignified seventh-level martial artist, simply gave up the idea of ​​fighting back. Gang Qi spread throughout the meridians of his body, protecting all key acupoints, and allowed the young man to continue punching. The punching intention could last, but the martial artist A breath of pure Qi will eventually be exhausted, and then it will be the best time for Hu Han to deliver a punch.

But Hu Han heard Mr. Zeng shout loudly in the distance behind him, "General Xu, help Hu Han quickly interrupt this man's fist!"

General Xu frowned, but without any hesitation, he galloped out.

He can be said to be the first person in Shihao Kingdom's horse fighting. He sits on horseback, holds a long spear, and has outstanding fighting power. He is not a warrior in the ordinary sense.

The reason why Hu Han was willing to keep pace with this person before, and even talk and laugh, was of course the fundamental reason, and everything must be said by his true ability.

As for the Shihao Kingdom's "Hengshan Fu Poetry Man" spread throughout the country, it originated from the fact that when this person entered the palace for the first time to meet the emperor, he was specially allowed to carry the Changshan with him into the palace, and then in front of all the civil and military officials, he At the end of the court meeting that day, His Majesty the Emperor actually ordered someone to bring in a fierce horse that had not yet been tamed, and asked him to ride it and hold a long spear. On a long stone slab, with the sharp end of the long spear, he wrote an article about the great scholar of the country. He must be able to ride his horse without stopping, otherwise he will be deprived of his ancestral branch and expelled from the frontier army. If it is completed, there will be a big reward, a fourth-grade martial arts officer!

In the end, he became famous all over the country.

He gently lowered the long tree, knelt down and kowtowed, and thanked His Majesty the Emperor for his kindness at the bottom of the steps.

At that time, the young general was trembling all over and speaking excitedly.

Everyone felt that this young man with prosperous martial arts was uncontrollably bursting with gratitude.

His Majesty the Emperor, Long Yan, was greatly pleased and personally bestowed upon him the title of "Hengshan Fu Shilang".

But he has been resentful of this all these years and regards it as a great humiliation in his life!

Four generations of ancestors, a long tree soaked in the blood of countless enemies, passed down from father to son again and again, was handed over to him, and was reduced to the level of a woman embroidering with needle and thread!

He, Xu Mao, has been a loyal martyr for generations, and his ancestors died generously. On the battlefield, there is never any cheers or applause. How can he, Xu Mao, be an actor trying to please the public?

One man, one horse and one horse, charged into the battle, with the momentum of a battlefield that was like landslides and earth shattering.

Although Chen Pingan and Hu Han were entwined, Xu Maoshangfeng was still pointing exactly at Chen Pingan's neck after delivering the twelfth punch.

Chen Ping'an no longer reluctantly delivered the next punch, the God-beating Drum Style.

This is all to be expected.

Either the cavalry commander Chang Yan arrived, or the middle-aged man's long sword.

Chen Ping'an just slapped Hu Han, who was not fatally injured for the time being, so that he staggered, just blocking the long blade of the cavalry general, while he moved a few steps laterally.

Xu Mao twisted his wrist slightly, almost skewering Hu Han into a long stick of candied haws, but the sharp edge stabbed the latter through the armpit.

Chen Pingan stomped on the ground hard.

On the ground, within a radius of seven to eight feet of Chen Ping'an, snow suddenly fell.

Xu Mao closed his eyes almost instantly.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, raised his long spear high, and stabbed away.

Chang Yang sank.

A green figure stepped on the long tree, slid down, and hit his knee, knocking Xu Mao off the horse and flying out.

However, Xu Mao held on to Changsha tightly and did not let go. He vomited a mouthful of blood. Xu Mao stood up, only to find that the man was standing on the back of his horse and did not pursue the victory.

Xu Mao then looked at Hu Han, who was pulling away from the battlefield, and said angrily: "Hu Han! It was me who saved you from the predicament, but you stood by and watched, deliberately harming me?!"

Chen Pingan did not look at Xu Mao, but looked at Han Jingxin and the middle-aged swordsman who were further away, and said with a smile: "I advise you not to count on him. A frightened paper-mâché golden figure is unreliable. of."

Han Jingxin's face was a little solemn. Are Xu Mao and Hu Han both defeated? They caught each other in a fight twice and lost each other. This is not scary. What is scary is that it hit the point of the young man. Xu Mao has already created a gap with Hu Han. Once Hu Han really loses the courage of the master, what will happen next? How can we fight in a fight? Do we just rely on Mr. Zeng next to us? Hu Han is more reliable than Xu Mao, but Han Jingxin has his own plan. Mr. Zeng must either make a final decision and kill the man, otherwise he should not take action and just protect himself.

If Mr. Zeng does not take action, no matter how bad the situation is, there is still room for maneuver. Once Mr. Zeng takes action and loses, will he have to apologize to others?

Then you have to be willing to give yourself a chance to repair the relationship.

It is said that some arrogant monks on the mountain are ruthless and violent. For some great way, it is a veritable act of disowning one's relatives.

Mr. Zeng said softly: "Your Highness, if I don't take action and people's hearts are scattered, I will have to be slaughtered by others. Only by taking action can I have Hu Han and Xu Mao join forces with me to surround and kill this person. But there is a prerequisite. I You can’t lose in one move.”

Han Jingxin smiled forcefully and said, "Mr. Zeng is joking."

Xu Mao retreated to the cavalry and changed to a war horse, his face extremely angry.

Hu Han wanted to go back, but just when he was about to make a move, the young man turned his head and looked at him.

Hu Han seemed to be really frightened and stayed where he was.

Chen Pingan felt that neither Hu Han nor Xu Mao was that simple.

It's just that the situation is delicate and everyone hides their clumsiness and is reluctant to do anything.

It seems that the morale of the cavalry under Han Jingxin is worth pondering.

The middle-aged swordsman, who had almost never wielded a sword, slowly rode out.

The two riders were more than thirty steps apart.