The noise resounded throughout Mazong Town, and the people in the town fled in scattered.

The town under the snowy night seemed to have fallen into several New Year beasts, and the buildings on both sides of the streets collapsed, and broken wood and stones splashed everywhere.

Zuo Qingqiu was furrowing on the fox fur and was speeding at the top of the house. Although he was hit by a golden dragon on the front, he was wary of blocking his arms in advance to remove the force. His body was still not damaged, and his speed was astonishingly fast. However, he was beaten on one side and was suppressed by his opponent to take the lead. It was obviously not that easy to leave calmly.

Xu Buling held a long spear and bit Zuo Qingqiu tightly. The spear tip could almost touch the tail of Feiyang Fur fur.

The pursuit did not last too far, and only two buildings passed by, Li Hansheng, who was beside him, raised his hand and pressed Xu Buling on the back, and then exploded with all his strength, pushing Xu Buling forward.

Xu Buling was already at the speed limit, and with the force behind him, his speed rose again, like a sharp arrow that took off the strings. He chased Zuo Qingqiu behind him, and stabbed him with a long spear and made a loud noise, taking Zuo Qingqiu's vest.

A flat thorn that condensed the strength of the two people, coupled with the invincible sharpness of the dragon-patterned long spear, as long as you hit it, even if Zuo Qingqiu was wearing iron plate soft armor on his back, it would be a heart-warming end.

Zuo Qingqiu had no choice but to avoid it. While running, he kicked his right foot back, just like a scorpion swaying his tail, hitting the spear accurately.

Smack

With the crisp sound, the dragon-patterned spear that gathered huge force was kicked up and was barely rubbed above Zuo Qingqiu's head.

Zuo Qingqiu stretched his right leg straight and kicked it in an incredible position.

Xu Buling was in a forward rushing force and it was difficult to retract the long spear that had been stabbed too much, but he was not afraid of Zuo Qingqiu's kick.

The martial artist's strength starts from the ground and kicks back when his body is still rushing forward. He has already removed his strength by himself before he can take action. Even if he has the power of heaven, he cannot exert much.

Xu Buling let go of the spear pole with his right hand, turned into tiger claws, forcibly grabbed the boots that Zuo Qingqiu had kicked back, and then threw them to the side with all his might, wanting to throw them in front of Li Hansheng, and directly killed Zuo Qingqiu.

But Zuo Qingqiu is definitely not a general. When he was thrown into the air, he slammed the bricks and stones on the ground with his palms. With the internal force injected, his whole body turned into a diagonal flight toward the side.

The most taboo thing for warriors to take advantage of the air, because there is no place to leverage your power, which will allow you to stand firm safely unless your opponent is a blind man.

The master-level master has mastered his martial arts to the point of returning to the essence. He does not require language communication at all. The optimal solution can be judged based on the current situation alone.

When Li Hansheng saw Zuo Qingqiu being thrown high and knocked into a private house by the street, he suddenly rose without hesitation and rushed directly to Zuo Qingqiu's place.

The warrior was close to him before he landed. He had nowhere to leverage his strength and could only be beaten. Facing Li Hansheng who had all his strength, he must eat something cruel.

But the moment when Xu Buling threw out Zuo Qingqiu, when the fox fur was floating, he glanced at Zuo Qingqiu's back, as if two weapons were inserted.

Xu Buling suddenly sank his heart and beat him from the inn to this place. Zuo Qingqiu was beaten with bare hands and empty fists. If he had weapons, it would be impossible not to use them.

"Beware!"

Xu Buling saw the wall blocking his sight, and Li Hansheng was about to rush into the courtyard again. The coldness suddenly arose in his heart and he hurriedly opened a reminder.

But when this kind of master fights in close combat, it depends on the prediction of breaking moves. It is obviously too late to rely on voice reminders.

There was a noisy sound in the houses on the street, with wreaths and a coffin inside. There were people wearing mourning clothes and mourning knelt beside them. There were table tables, wooden fish, incense and other objects in front of the coffin. However, the monk who had been chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha in front of the bill had disappeared at some point in front of the Dharma platform.

Li Hansheng rushed into the yard with his eyes locked Zuo Qingqiu where he landed, and his palms were already poking forward.

But the moment I crossed the gate, I heard a deafening sound:

"I am merciful!"

A copper-headed Zen Staff swept out from the side of the courtyard gate and hit Li Hansheng's waist and abdomen from bottom to top. Two pieces of the sleeves of the monk's robe were exposed behind the Zen Staff.

Li Hansheng obviously did not expect that there was a master who was so ruthless in Mazong Town. The moment he rushed into the yard, even if he reacted, he had no time to avoid it under the influence of inertia, so he could only use his palms to block it slightly.

Bang

The muffled sound came, shaking the snow on the courtyard wall.

Li Hansheng returned to defend in a hurry, and could not withstand the opponent's long-held attack. The heavy copper-headed Zen Staff still hit Li Hansheng's waist and abdomen.

Li Hansheng, who was originally rushing forward, his body was smashed into a arched shrimp, and then turned into sharp arrows and shot upwards, smashing the beam of the gate of the courtyard gate.

This time, it took more than three feet of air. Even the three girls on the snow slope in the distance could see a figure with naked eyes, rising from the chaotic town.

Zuo Qingqiu fell steadily in the yard. When he landed, the silver fox fur on his body slid down on its own, revealing a cloud-patterned brocade robe with cold eyes:

"Do you really think that before an alliance has been formed, I will treat Dongyue envoy as a life and death robbery and not be wary of it?"

When the words were finished, Zuo Qingqiu had already pulled out the Han Iron Mace from behind his waist, bent his knees and stretched them out again, as if holding two magic whips, hitting Li Hansheng who was hit in the air.

Li Hansheng was almost dead when he was plotted to flee Zuo Qingqiu.

While Xu Buling shouted, he had already strode, turning a long spear in his hand into a javelin and thrown it at Li Hansheng in mid-air; at the same time, the drunk bamboo knife on his waist was unsheathed, bringing a silver light on his face in the snowy night, intercepting Zuo Qingqiu who wanted to chase him.

Changlu and Xu Buling arrived above the courtyard wall almost at the same time.

Li Hansheng's mouth was bleeding and he was obviously injured. His expression did not change at all. He grabbed the long dragon pattern spear thrown and was pulled by the force of the spear and fell to the back of the house.

Xu Bu Ling swirled like the wind in the air, and cut the rocks with a knife that opened the mountain and cracked the stones to Zuo Qingqiu.

Zuo Qingqiu was hopeless to chase and kill. Han Tie maces intertwined in front of him, holding the Zui Zhu Sword. The power contained in the blade was tilted. Zuo Qingqiu was smashed back to the opposite side and cracked the stone bricks on the ground.

Twenty-eight consecutive swords were linked together, and Zuo Qingqiu had no time to change his moves, and the second sword had already fallen.

Dangdang

After two knifes, Zuo Qingqiu's long boots stepped on two pits on the stone bricks, his arms remained motionless, but his body was shorter.

However, the serial knife can only fight one-on-one, and someone will break it by intervening.

The half-faced Buddha, who swung a Zen stick next to him, also reached the left, wearing a cassock and a Buddhist bead, but his kind-eyed face was filled with a hideous and bloodthirsty laugh:

"Check grandpa with a hammer!"

Before the third knife was cut off, the copper-headed cicada had already hit in front of him.

Xu Buling's eyes were cold, and the blade in his right hand did not stop. He still slashed on Zuo Qingqiu's two maces with great force. His left hand poked out diagonally, his arm stretched straight, and directly grabbed the smashed copper-headed stalker staff.

Bang

After the loud noise, Xu Bu Ling's bricks and stones under his feet were split into pieces, but his body was as loose as a thousand years old, and his arms did not tremble. He stopped the copper-headed scepter that he had smashed down with all his strength in his left hand.

The half-faced Buddha's rampant smile suddenly froze, his eyes suddenly appeared astonished. It was obvious that the first time in his life, he could have stopped the copper hammer in his hand head-on.

"Stirsty bald donkey, let me die."

Xu Buling did not give his opponent any room to adapt. The moment he caught the copper-headed cicada stick, he pulled the copper-headed cicada stick towards him, kicked it out on his left foot, and hit the half-faced Buddha's chest.

Zuo Qingqiu stood in front of Xu Buling, and Han Tie maces held the blade that Xu Buling chopped down. At this time, Xu Buling was distracted to repel the half-faced Buddha, and the force of his right hand was at the end of his strength and it was difficult to make any progress.

Zuo Qingqiu shook his arms and lifted the straight knife, and then he pulled down the cold iron maces to Xu Buling like a drum beater.

The mace is the strongest armor-breaking weapon in the battle formation, with eighteen joints on all sides. Although it is a blunt weapon, it combines the advantages of swords, hammers and sticks. It cannot be used by people with great strength. If you use it well, you can almost do anything.

The strength of the two maces in Zuo Qingqiu's hand was obviously more terrifying than that of the half-faced Buddha.

While Xu Buling kicked the half-faced Buddha away, he put his left hand on the back of the knife, trying to forcibly hold Han Tie's double maces, but he never thought that after a crisp "ding" sound, the Zui Zhu Sword, which could even cut off Situ Yuejin's Nine-ring Knife, was smashed into two pieces by this move.

Xu Buling kicked the golden rooster alone with one foot, and his arms could catch the force but could not take root on the ground. His body was also smashed out of the yard.

The three of them fought for a moment, and Li Hansheng, who had caught the long spear, just landed on the roof.

In the eyes of outsiders, only Xu Buling and Half-Faced Buddha flew out in both directions at the same time.

The half-faced Buddha smashed the wall of the yard, but did not fall to the ground, and he clamped the bricks and stones to stabilize his body.

Xu Buling Fei left the courtyard, and then he tapped the street with a broken knife in the air, and stabilized his body when he landed on the ground.

Xu Buling looked down at the half-handle of the knife in his hand, and the tiger's mouth was faintly numb. If he hadn't been wearing Shangguan Qinhe's gloves, he would have been cut into the flesh by the back of the Zuizhu Knife.

Dingdang

Xu Buling threw the broken knife to the ground, pulled out the famous sword "Zhan Lu" from his waist, pointed to the ground with a sharp edge, and looked at Zuo Qingqiu who was standing in the courtyard:

"Good weapon."

Zuo Qingqiu kicked the bronze-headed Zen Staff at the Half-Faced Buddha, strode out of the yard without saying a word.

Li Hansheng wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood on the roof with a long dragon-patterned spear in his hand. At this time, he had time to glance at the person who attacked him. Seeing that the other party was wearing a monk's robe, with a crazy smile on his face, and the weapons he used, Li Hansheng's eyes were slightly cold:

"Half-faced Buddha of the Indian Demon Monk, are you not dead yet?"

The half-faced Buddha caught the Zen Staff and happily replied to an old saying:

"I want to see the Buddha, but the Buddha doesn't want to see me."

Xu Buling held a long sword in his hand and heard the name "Half-faced Buddha" and frowned slightly.

The fief of King Su is near the Western Regions, and he has a record of the evil bandits outside the Pass. Half-faced Buddha has been rampant in the Western Regions for many years. Women do not seek money and only enjoy killing people. They are crazy, bloody and debt-filled, and are so famous that even the people in the Central Plains can't stand it. There are also many knights who have gone out of the Pass to encircle and suppress, but they have gone but never returned.

Later, I heard that the Half-Faced Buddha killed a monk from India in the Western Regions. The monk enlightened him before he died, so he restrained him for half a year, and only restrained him for half a year.

After appearing again, Half-Faced Buddha had his current name, wearing a monk's robe and enjoying giving, searching for "people with destiny" to preach. If he understands, he will enlighten the other party, and if he doesn't understand, he will "open his brains" to the other party. He even has the reputation of "Zen Master of Skull". He is moody and completely crazy.

Moreover, the martial arts practiced by Half-Faced Buddha is quite special, with thick skin and thick flesh, which is famous for resisting the beating. His side kick just now, an ordinary person would definitely break a few ribs. Half-Faced Buddha was like nothing at this time, just patting the robe on his body and recovering as before.

Xu Buling analyzed the situation in a flash, exchanged glances with Li Hansheng, then lifted his sword and flew up, forcing Zuo Qingqiu again.

Li Hansheng knew that the Half-Faced Buddha was slightly inferior to the killing power. The best way at this time was to work together to kill Zuo Qingqiu regardless of the Half-Faced Buddha.

Li Hansheng glanced at Yu Guang. Zhu Liu and Chen Chong had already arrived in the building complex halfway outside, chasing Yan Huilin, who was hiding from all over the place. He whistled, jumped down from above the house, and forced Zuo Qingqiu behind him.

Half inside and outside, Zhu Liu wandered in the room with his sword, and chased Yan Huilin with Chen Chong.

But Yan Huilin was unscathed. A master was fighting and retreating and thinking about running. Yan Huilin took the light and elegant route, and his speed was even faster than Chen Chong, who was holding an iron spear. It was not easy to block it.

Zhu Liu chased after him with a sword. When he was gradually pushing Yan Huilin into a dead corner, he suddenly heard a whistle from afar.

Zhu Liuyuguang glanced at it, and then he realized that the distance between Xu Buling was too far. He knew that he had been trapped in the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain, and immediately gave up the pursuit of Yan Huilin and turned his body to run towards Xu Buling with all his strength.
To be continued...