Chapter 187 Jiawu

Author: Yao Jishan

Chapter 187 Jiawu

Yuwen Hong couldn't help but think of the mysterious place in the legend. He was quite afraid of this woman, looked past her, and pointed at her:

"These are the 'Five Tigers of Hejian'. Everyone is a fellow traveler in the world. You can get closer in the future."

The "Five Tigers of Hejian" are several people pretending to be porters. Because the five of them are brothers and have very similar appearances, it is not difficult to recognize them. In addition, because two of these five brothers use eight-sided Han swords, the rest use long swords, and there are also individual names in the world of "two-sided three swords".

From this we can also see that these "Five Tigers in Hejian" are by no means good.

"Where is the thing?" Yuwen Hong looked down at Sun Tong and asked again.

At this moment, the expression on his face was no longer colder than before, but with a hint of compassion:

"The iron palm Sun Tongxia is famous and has always admired her very much. She really doesn't want a generation of heroes to die if they suffer. As long as you say where the things are, you can guarantee your reputation as a guarantee, and you will definitely give you a happy life."

He was open-minded and never pretended to Sun Tong's false words. He said he needed to kill him. The only difference was whether he died of trash or with one sword.

Sun Tong's face became paler, and blood was pouring on his broken arm, covering his body.

With his injuries, he should have pointed acupoints first to stop bleeding, and then tried to force him to question. Only his pair of iron palms killed countless enemies and was famous. Everyone was afraid of his death attack before his death, so they just surrounded him not far and near and did not want to get close to him.

After all, they were just a group of people who gathered together temporarily. Being cautious with each other is better than trust, so no one is willing to take this risk.

Sun Tong did not answer Yuwen Hong's question, but looked at him steadily, his pale lips moved, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth:

"Yuwen Hong, you and I are both from Song Dynasty, why do you work for that golden dog?"

"Be trusted by others and be loyal to others." Yu Wen Hong answered firmly, not moved by the righteousness of his country and his words. His voice was as sharp as a sword:

"A man cannot stand without trust. I, Yuwen Hong, have been traveling in the world for 19 years, and have always made a promise and have a clear conscience."

Sun Tong watched him count his breath, sighed, and withdrew his gaze.

This is the so-called different Taos and no plans. A warrior only seeks to understand his thoughts. When he thinks of this at this moment, he will have no regrets when he dies. Yu Wen Hong must have his own Tao.

Xintong and Jianming are no wonder he can stab such a sword.

Seeing that Sun Tong's face became pale, a layer of gray gas rose from the seal hall, which seemed to be about to die. Yuwen Hong was tightly swaying that thing and asked for the third time: "Sun Tong..."

"In the Jiawu period," Sun Tong suddenly interrupted him, looking ahead, his eyes gradually brightened, as if flames were burning: "There has been no one like Sun Tong in this world, only Jiawu period."

Yuwen Hong looked at him in shock, and for a moment he was a little confused. The woman who was whipping laughed, raised her hand and gently swept her hair, and said with a giggle: "It turns out that our Daxia Sun has entered the Changfeng Camp."

Sun Tong didn't go to see her, but just slowly closed his eyes.

Yuwen Hong had never heard of the name of Changfeng Camp, and it was not the time to ask the truth. When he saw Sun Tong not talking, he thought he was already angry and was hesitating whether to find out his breath. Unexpectedly, Sun Tong suddenly opened his eyes again and looked at him with a smile:

"I...I can tell you where the thing is, but today you besieged me, and I lost unwillingly. Yu...Yuwen Hong, do you dare to go against me?"

A person who was seriously injured and was about to die actually asked to fight alone. Yuwen Hong felt that it was ridiculous and wanted to refuse. Sun Tong said quickly:

"I only have one move with you. After one move, no matter what you win or lose, I will... tell you where the things are. Otherwise, I... will die with my eyes open!"

The more he said, the weaker the breath became. It seemed that it was not long before he could live. Yuwen Hong couldn't help but hesitate.

Sun Tong is a martial arts fanatic, otherwise he would not have trained an unsurprising iron sand palm in such a way. At this time, his request for a competition was consistent with his usual nature, and the thing in his hand was very important, so it would be better to get it as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Hong nodded and nodded, "Okay, then I will only use my left hand and not use my internal force."

This is an extremely fair way to compete. With Sun Tong's injury, even if Yuwen Hong only uses one point of internal strength, he will definitely die. However, if only the gestures are used, Sun Tong may not lose.

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the show, and they all stepped back a little. The woman who was whipping her waist twisted and flew onto the wall like a colorful butterfly, and said with a smile: "I am not talented, I am here to surround the two of you."

This position is condescending, and even if Sun Tong fights back before his death, he can't escape the soft whip in her palm.

Yuwen Hong saw her intention and said politely to her, "Thank you" and then he exchanged his sword with his left hand, his right hand clamped his finger, pointed the tip of the sword, and said solemnly: "Please."

This is the starting move of the swordsman, first politely and then war, which means that the swordsman shows respect to his opponent.

Sun Tong also sat down at this time, raised his single palm and looked to the side, which was also a gesture in the palm technique.

Although he had already lost one arm and his body was covered in blood, just such a simple gesture made his aura change. He looked like Ruoyuan stopped Yuexing, which made people feel like he was admiring him.

Yuwen Hong's breath condensed slightly, and the tip of the sword suddenly trembled.

The wind is blowing.

There seems to be wind and mist and rain in the alley, warm, soft and dense, floating, as if it is impossible to find, but it seems to be everywhere.

This is the most exquisite style of Yuwen Hong’s famous sword technique, “Spring Breeze and Rain”. It hides the sword energy in the invisible and contains murderous intent in the formless, and is already close to Tao.

Taking action is a rare trick. Everyone looked at it carefully, and they all showed admiration and admiration on their faces. They all understood this trick, and even the woman on the wall was full of glory.

For a moment, the sounds in the alley were silent, and everyone subconsciously held their breath, waiting to see what exquisite palm technique Sun Tong would use to deal with this move.

However, the mist and rain were misty and the breeze flowed, but the famous iron palm never appeared.

Yuwen Hong waited for a while, and suddenly realized something, and said "Not good" in his mind, and snatched forward.

Sun Tong was still sitting against the wall, his pale face was calm and he had no breath.

"He died after his heart veins!"

The woman who made the whip had excellent eyesight. She saw the clues first, then she frowned and seemed very regretful. She sighed: "Oh, I'm just teaching him to die, and those punishments are useless. It's a pity."

After speaking, dimples appeared on her face again, with a smile on her face, and her pair of slender feet hanging by the wall swaying back and forth, playing and cute, like a little girl peeking at the neighbor's affairs.

Yuwen Hong's face looked very ugly, and he still couldn't give up. He reached out to explore Sun Tong's neck vein. His tentacles were cold and there was no pulsation at all.

(End of this chapter)
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