Enengqi did not fall straight down.

He was shot once and his martial arts skills were insufficient. When he fell, he hit a ledge protruding from the cliff. His limbs were cut and disintegrated in mid-air until they were shattered.

Zhang Xianzhong's most loyal son had turned into blood mist when he arrived at his father.

Huang Hu was lying silently among the thorns, and the hot blood mist floated over, suddenly stimulating him. He instinctively opened his mouth, wiggled his nose, and his son's blood was injected into his body, and he got

reborn.

His huge body stood up and roared loudly towards the sky above the deep valley.

This cry is a king's declaration of war. Come on, Yang Zhan, let's see who is the overlord of Shushan and Shushui, and who is the final winner!

At that time, his body was sealed in the cave and spent a long time in silence.

Yang Zhan forgot one thing. Zhang Xianzhong was originally a person, and Huang Hu was just his illusion. What he killed was just an illusion.

After the illusion was killed, Zhang Xianzhong's soul was imprisoned in the huge body and could not come out.

To be honest, he would rather Yang Zhan burned the body, but Yang Zhan mistakenly believed that his body could not be burned.

His body became the tomb of his soul.

I don't know how many days and nights passed, but suddenly one day, Huang Hu felt that his body was moving, pushed by a mysterious force, as if it had passed through a stone door, and then fell for a long time.

The corpse was also bumping against the edge of the ledge. Huang Hu was ecstatic, waiting to be released from the smashed corpse.

However, the golden corpse was too solid, and it fell into the thorn bush intact.

Huang Hu wailed in his body day after day, longing to break out of his body.

As time passed, he began to practice in such a tomb, and then devised a series of strategies just to be reborn and compete with Yang Zhan.

At this moment, although his huge body stood up, he was still unable to see this reborn world because he was blinded by Yang Zhan.

Oh my God, he wants to get rid of this heavy body more than ever. Someone help me!

hold head high……

Huang Hu roared again, in order to let Yang Zhan find him as soon as possible. His eyes were invisible, and a waterfall blocked in front of him.

When Yang Zhan came out of the stream, he couldn't tell the direction. The valley was so deep that it seemed as if there had never been a human trace.

Although the valley bottom is wide, the sky is narrow, almost only a thin line.

When the roar of the yellow tiger came, Yang Zhan drew the Fuhu Sword.

Yes, if you want to subdue a tiger, this is the only sword.

When dueling with Ai Nengqi, he only needs to use the "Through Arm Fist". When fighting Huang Hu, he must use the Fuhu Sword.

Miaofeng has taught him the "Monkey King Sword Technique", and coupled with his original Fuhu Sword Technique, his swordsmanship has reached a state of perfection.

Only now does Yang Zhan know that there is no limit to learning and martial arts. There is no best, only better.

He saw Huang Hu, standing majestically among the thorns, eyes closed, his back bent into a bow, ready to strike, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

The fight from seven or eight years ago is about to happen again.

Yang Zhan stood on a stone by the stream and shouted: "Huang Hu, I see you have refused to die several times. What do you want? The grudges between you and me will be settled today!"

hold head high……

The yellow tiger rushed over, with the same moves: the fierce tiger searched the mountain, the tiger hugged its head, the hungry tiger pounced on food, the tiger hit the body, and the tiger left the nest.

The yellow tiger is the tiger of kings, with impressive momentum, ferocity, cunning and changeability.

Because he attacked so violently, Yang Zhan almost thought his eyes had recovered.

Yang Zhan is also a king, but he is a born king. His swordsmanship, boxing skills, and Qinggong combine the strengths of Buddhism and Taoism. He easily controls the situation, inducing Huang Hu, and trying his best to get him to let go of the resentment and hatred in his body.

Release it.

Some people are just like that, relying solely on their grievances to support themselves. After they have vented all their anger, they have no strength left.

The development of things was beyond his expectation.

Huang Hu turned out to be just like Ai Nengqi, using every move to risk his life. However, the yellow skin on his body was too solid. Yang Zhan was hit by hundreds of swords, and not even an inch was cut except for the tiger hair on the ground.

Even Huang Hu himself was a little disappointed.

He also thought about killing Yang Zhan right here. But he could feel that Yang Zhan's martial arts were no longer the same.

There is no way he can defeat Yang Zhan today. Dragging this heavy body, which is still blind, if he can't find a way, he will have no choice but to be buried in the deep valley by Yang Zhan again.

hold head high……

The yellow tiger left the nest one by one, trying to escape.

Yang Zhan flew out the Fuhu Sword, and Huang Hu turned his head when he heard the sound of the wind.

The sword entered the tiger's mouth, passed through the chest, and came out of the tiger's butt.

The history is surprisingly similar. Seven or eight years ago, this same sword killed Huang Hu.

Yang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Huang Hu's huge body to hit the ground.

When he leaned over to inspect the big, shining golden tiger, a stream of blood mist spurted out from the yellow tiger's mouth, and the fishy smell made him unable to breathe.

Yang Zhan took a few steps back. At this moment, the blood mist had condensed into the shape of a tiger in the air and disappeared in a flash.

Facing this huge dead body on the ground, Yang Zhan didn't feel any joy in his heart. Instead, he felt like he had caused a big disaster.

The cunning and cunning Huang Hu has set up so many games, and it cannot end so easily.

Could it be that the blood mist just now was his real purpose?

Despite this, Yang Zhan learned his lesson, picked up a lot of dead branches and leaves, piled them on the golden dead tiger, used the tip of his sword to draw fire, and burned it completely.

It turns out he can be burned by fire!

Of course Yang Zhan didn't know that only a soulless tiger could be burned by fire.

When Liu Jiankuan and Ma Lanlan finally found their way into the valley and met Yang Zhan, Huang Hu had turned into a pile of ashes.

"Did you win?" Lan Lan said teasingly.

"We won!" Yang Zhan didn't dare to look into her eyes, which must have been a pair of bubbly eyes that were filled with anxiety and anger.

"it's over?"

"Hard to say."

Both Liu Jiankuan and Ma Lanlan felt Yang Zhan's loss, but they attributed this loss to a normal reaction after losing their opponent.

"Brother, I think all our entanglements with Zhang Xianzhong and the Daxi Army should be over. The Kingdom of Shu needs to start over, and our lives need to start over again."

Liu Jiankuan dreamed of going back to the days when his brothers gathered in Chongtong Temple to learn arts. At that time, the mountains and rivers of Shu were filled with laughter and laughter.

At that time, what he feared most was that his master would punish him and that his brothers and sisters would abandon him.

Although he has learned martial arts, he hates blood the most.

But at this moment, the deep valley that was supposed to be a paradise was filled with blood.

Ainengqi's blood makes people feel extremely sad.
Chapter completed!