beg for chivalry

In an instant, Yasha killed a top martial artist.

Looking at the bloody, seemingly still beating heart in the woman's hand, the group of heroes were nervous and terrified, and took half a step back in unison for a while.

"How do you think about it?" Zuo Buzheng threw the organ on the ground with disdain, shook the blood on his fingers, and smiled with unquestionable tyranny, "Do you want to do as I said just now, or wait for me one by one obediently?" Kill you on the spot?"

Madam Hongzhu glanced to the side, a thin layer of sweat was already on the powdered face.Although she was full of smiles, the corners of her mouth were forced to bend, and she said: "I don't think these two things are possible."

"Huh?" Zuo Buzheng turned his head and looked straight at her.The smile on that face was false, and the cold dew and autumn frost made Mrs. Hongzhu shiver uncontrollably.

"Although my concubine is doing a low-level job, she also sits in a Wumeng seat, so she can't sit on a vegetarian table." Madam Hongzhu suppressed her fear and took out a fan from her bosom. Hold her half a sheet of noodles.She tried her best to smile, but said firmly, "Even if I die at your hands today, I will not bow my knees to a beast like you!"

Zuo Buzheng opened his eyes wide.Her eyes were dark and dull, like a bottomless well.He only heard her smile on the surface and said without a smile. "That's right, that's right. Zuichun Garden hides the unique soft skills, but in my opinion, you have a bit of backbone, which is much stronger than other people's bones."

It takes only a moment to start.

In the King of Kings Sutra, it is said: "Nine hundred births and deaths in one moment." From the perspective of martial arts experts, life and death can be determined in just one moment.But for Yaksha, the instant is not only the judgment of life and death, the left and right can turn people upside down and kill a hundred times in an indescribable instant.

And at that moment that is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, Ming Hongzhu swings the barrier fan, and the soft catkins seem to transform into a hundred white shadows.The round fan flutters up and down like a butterfly, she has excellent soft skills, and she uses the "Wandering and Playing Butterfly" style, and in an instant, she has all directions of force, which is long and far away, like rippling water, wrapping around Yasha's body.

Zuo Buzheng lowered his body suddenly, and swiped his hands out like lightning.The appearance of Yaksha was recorded in ancient books, and it was described as an evil spirit with sharp fangs and the ability to tear elk with hands, and now everyone feels the same way about the injustice of the enemy.Her ten fingers are sharp, she can not only block the sharp edge of a sword, but also turn into a sharp sword to gouge out a person's heart.

In an instant, Minghongzhu could only feel the whistling sound around him, the strong wind blowing up the sky, the sand and gravel flying, and the fine stones hitting his body one by one, which was painful and itchy.Yasha took a step towards her, and a white shadow with rolled-up sleeves floated in front of her eyes, like a light cloud.But after the cloud passed by, there were bursts of sharp pain in her arm, and blood spurted out!

After a moment of fighting, Zuo Buzheng tore off her arm.

Under Yaksha's sharp claws, the human body was like thin sheets of paper. Ming Hongzhu didn't even know when her fingertips touched her skin, and she only let out a miserable howl under the pull of her flesh and blood.

But Yasha still didn't give up, she smiled grimly on her face, but her hands didn't stop.The woman in white threw the torn arm aside, then stretched out her hand and slapped Madam Hongzhu's face fiercely.

This palm slapped Mrs. Hongzhu's face firmly, leaving a red mark on her handsome and beautiful face, which was swollen high.But it's not over yet, Yasha's strength still hasn't restrained, with this palm, Mrs. Hongzhu felt her neck bones creaking, as if she was about to be slapped and twisted!

In an instant, Ming Hongzhu began to perform soft kung fu all over her body, and turned around with her flexible body, but felt that her head, neck and body seemed to be divided into two parts: the face hit by Yasha seemed to be smashed aside by a huge boulder from the sky, but But his body couldn't turn so fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was going to be separated from his body by this simple palm.

Madam Red Candle fell to the ground in embarrassment.Relying on instant soft work, she turned her body around, and managed to manage to keep her breath, but her breath was weak, and it seemed that she would not be able to stand up for a while.

"What kind of exercises does this... this person practice? In the long life of this old man... I have never seen it before!"

Abbot Langsi tried his best to stand up, his eyes stared like copper bells, but his body couldn't help shaking like chaff.This woman seems to be a visitor from outside the sky, and she uses moves that have never been seen in this world. It seems to be completely random and extremely random, but in fact, it contains a lot of mystery and incomparable mystery. With a single finger, it can hurt people and kill them.

Wu Wugong is also extremely shocking, although I have heard that Hou Tianzhu's tyranny is rare in this world, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.He thought about it secretly in his heart, and his palms were sweating, even if he tried his best to fight with her using ten heavy heavenly swordsmanship, it was really difficult to gain the upper hand.

"Leader, you haven't made a move since just now, are you planning to use Juntian swordsmanship to destroy me?" Zuo Buzheng smiled and said, "Come anyway, I don't lack your opponent anyway. Wait a little longer, Wu I'm afraid that the League will be wiped out by me."

She laughed again, "However, you are also getting older and weaker, and you no longer look like you were in your prime. In the realm of ecstasy, one sword strike is fine, but the strength of the second and third sword will be weakened, and you will lose your strength again. It can't hurt me at all, it's just the principle of 'one effort, then decline, three exhaustion'."

While saying this, Wu Wugong pursed his lips tightly, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he held the steel handle of the Juntian Sword in silence.

"Why are you still unwilling to take action against me?" Zuo Buzheng chuckled, "Well, I will force you to take action!"

After finishing speaking, she suddenly raised her leg and kicked over several piles of burnt wood.Amidst the smoke and dust, everyone caught a glimpse of a few trembling, scorched-faced disciples of the Tunri Gang hiding underneath.Those disciples seemed to have no time to run away when the treasure hall collapsed, and were crushed under the wooden pillars, luckily picking up a few lives.Zuo Buzheng heard their heavy breathing and knew that someone was here.

Seeing that Zuo Buzheng stretched out his hand suddenly, he caught one of the disciples.She grabbed the student by the head and neck like a chicken, and made a living person unable to move at all.Zuo Buzheng threw the man towards Wu Wugong, blocked his wrist with his disciple's body, and immediately threw out a few fingers.

She blocked the direction of her pointing, and it became more and more difficult to judge the futility of teaching martial arts.For a moment, the disciple could only hear a scream, and several blood spots burst out from the body.The force of Zuo Buzheng's finger pierced through his body, and the force shot straight through the blood hole in the disciple's body. Wu Wugong turned around to avoid it, but he was rubbed against the corner, leaving a few bloodstains on his body.

Wu Wugong glared, he raised his sword and wanted to enter the state of ecstasy, but Yasha picked up another disciple and threw it mercilessly, blocking his way out of the sword.The disciple fell under Wu Wugong's feet, a big hole was sunken in the ground, and he was smashed into a muddy flesh.

"Hold... stop!"

"Who keeps telling me to stop, but is as timid as a bean, and doesn't even dare to take a step forward?" Zuo Buzheng said with madness in his quiet smile, "That's why I think the world rankings are really ridiculous and crooked. Gua Lizao must also be in the forefront, teaching the great pearl to be covered in dust."

She dragged out another disciple from under the burnt tree, but at this moment she heard a hoarse roar: "I tell you - stop!"

A huge shadow covered Zuo Buzheng's body.

Immediately came the warm raindrops, and a few drops of rain fell on Zuo Buzheng's face. The woman wiped her cheeks indifferently, and found bright red marks left on her fingertips.That's blood.

The giant man with his chest pierced stood majestically in front of her.Neng Daliang's eye sockets were black and blue, his face was bloodless, and the hole in his chest was bloody and bloody. He was on the verge of falling, and said:

"Let go of us... disciples of the Tunri Gang!"

Zuo Buzheng glanced at the bloody heart at his feet, and said, "It's really surprising that you can still move. Could it be true that Bi Gan's heart-digging thing is true?"

The giant man was out of breath, and his breath was like a thread, but he still murmured: "Don't... move the... disciples we helped..."

The remaining disciples of the Tunri Sect who were still alive were trembling. They didn't expect Neng Daliang to hold his breath until now, thinking of them, tears welled up in their eyes, and shouted: "Guild Master!"

Someone crawled out from under the scorched wood with both hands and feet, hugged the strong man's body, and said with snot and tears: "Guangzhu, don't die! The Tunri Gang has lost you, so what is the way out?"

Neng Liang let out a near-death roar, lifted up the pumpkin with all his strength, and threw it on the top of Buzheng's head.

But before the pumpkin landed on Zuo Buzheng's head, Neng Daliang slumped down, his heavy body landed at Zuo Buzheng's feet, and the pumpkin fell from his hand, smashing into the soil with a muffled sound.

Zuo Buzheng ignored his corpse, raised his foot and crushed his heart, and the bright red blood seeped into the soil, drawing coquettish patterns.

"An ant may shake a tree," she said.

The remaining disciples of the Tunri Gang who were still alive did not care about their own dangers, and crawled out of the ruins in twos and threes, holding Neng Daliang's corpse and howling.Although most of them joined the Tunri Gang with some money from their families and tricks, the leader of the gang really treated them well.Those who get some good tea and sweets will share it with them to eat together, and they will not keep it if they get a generous gift, but distribute it to the disciples from poorer families.

Looking back at this moment, all the disciples only remembered Neng Daliang's plump smiling face and charming naive appearance. Although this person was often greedy for petty gains, and didn't know a few words, he was a real old man, so he couldn't help making fun of him from time to time. Also slightly amiable.

The disciples wailed and hugged Neng Daliang's corpse in their arms: "What's the 'strife for the slightest profit, and your life'! Master, you didn't abide by our gang rules..."

The miserable scene in front of him taught all the martial arts heroes could not bear to watch, Wu Wugong only felt the anger in his chest, he suddenly drew his sword, and was about to stab to the left.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side stopped him. "Wait."

The person who stopped Wu Wugong was just a fan.This young man in the crane cloak has always looked drowsy, his eyelids are glued and drooping and cannot be opened, but at this time he seems to be awake, his pair of lacquered eyes are like an ancient well without waves, staring at the left side.

Mi Zhenzi said slowly: "This person is from the same school as mine, I will deal with her."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Wumeng was shocked.Abbot Langsi said in astonishment, "Teacher from the same school?"

Regardless of Zuo Buzheng who doesn't know how old he is, Mizheng has lived a long time, and his seniority is only three generations behind Chen Tuan's ancestor, which is enough to say that he is older than anyone in the Martial Arts League.People in the world only know that he was born in Changyue Palace, but they don't know that he has friendship with Yasha.

"Yes, when Fang entered the mountain, we were all disciples of Wuwei Temple." Mizhenzi said, "But later we went our separate ways. Sister Zuo went to Tianshan Gate, and I found a random place to rest. I don't want to be caught by the national team I was forced to play a few games of chess with him. Because I lost, I promised to show him the tomb after he died.”

Zuo Buzheng listened to his words in silence, and said with a smile: "Finally you will admit me, junior brother? I thought you wouldn't make a move even if you died today."

For a while, his eyes were blank, and he opened his posture, with his left foot pointing open, his left palm slightly bent, his right fist straight out, his long sleeves fluttering like snow waves.

In an instant, the two shot out like lightning!

After a while, he made a move suddenly, the sleeve of his robe became entangled with the sharp claw on the left side.He has always looked lazy and carefree, and he only raised his sleeves and waved his palms when he did anything before, but now he is full of energy, and his whole body seems to have shed a shell.

For some reason, the sharp claws that seemed to be able to divide gold and jade just now were caught by the sleeves of the robe that had been lost for a while, and Zuo Buzheng couldn't move and couldn't move an inch.Mi Zhenzi's figure was also as swift as the wind, and even turned into a phantom in the air. When fighting, he and Zuo Buzheng were deadlocked and evenly matched.

While wrestling with Zuo Buzheng in secret, Mizhenzi said to the members of the Martial League without turning his head: "Yashashi's movement method came from the Crane Gate before it fell. At that time, the world called it Crane Walk."

When everyone knew that he was telling them some tricks of how to deal with Leftist Immortals, they immediately cheered up and listened attentively.

Mi Zhenzi went on to say: "Crane walking is what is commonly known as 'Treading Xue Wuhen' in the world. But it is different from 'Treading Xue Wuhen'. The crane has a correct posture, and this crane walking is also the same. What we want is Although standing in the same place, it seems to have been thousands of miles away, and the whole body is dislocated, twisted, stretched, and static is dynamic, and dynamic is static, so it is common for ordinary people to be unable to see clearly."

While saying this, they had already slapped several palms.But Zuo Buzheng swung out his palm, and after a while, he rolled up his long sleeves to catch all the fierce attacks.It was as if the iron plate had collided with the cotton, and the rampant force was in conflict with the Mizhenziyuan and Gongfa, and it was hard to tell the difference for a while.

While slapping, lost for a while, he said leisurely: "I haven't seen you for many years, Senior Sister Zuo. You are still the same as before."

"I haven't seen you for a long time." Zuo Buzheng didn't stop him from telling the secrets of his birth, he just smiled and said, "It's a pity that I haven't changed, but you are working hand in hand with them. Wake up, junior brother, this is just a dream field, how is it worth your time to devote yourself to it?"

"That's wrong." Mi Zhenzi said with rare clear eyes. "But senior sister, you never thought about it...you are the person in your dreams."

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Tomorrow will continue, and the day after tomorrow will start to update the Spring Festival extravaganza, and you will be able to see it when you look through the catalog!

The miserable main story and the Sand Sculpture episode are written together, and I will start a new round of schizophrenia...

Both sides are updated every other day, that is, one day to correct the article and one day to update the side story.