Cheng Jushu looked at Fan Xian, who was rushing towards him with red eyes, and smiled contemptuously at Fan Xian with his mouth wide open. The ruthless ridicule made Fan Xian feel as if a handful of firewood had been added to the anger in his heart, and he let out an angry roar.

He waved the dagger in his leg and stabbed Cheng Jushu in the chest.

Cheng Jushu, as an eighth-grade Henglian Gaoji, has extraordinary strength. Everyone knows that Henglian Gaoji is the most difficult to defeat among warriors. He has powerful strength, hard defense, and is even much faster than ordinary warriors.

His speed, physical strength and endurance are all astonishing. Even if the internal energy is exhausted, he can still have strong combat effectiveness. If that kind of person can join the army, he will definitely be a fierce vanguard in attacking a city on the battlefield.

He is an invincible warrior on the battlefield, but he is also known as the most difficult path to practice. He is born with a strong body and needs a lot of resources. It is very expensive, and the practice is extremely strict or even cruel.

You need to have a strong character and perseverance to cultivate a high-legged practitioner. The rewards and efforts are extremely uneven, so it is extremely rare to practice high-legged horizontally.

Cheng Jushu didn't take Fan Xian seriously. Although he had reached the seventh level of cultivation at a young age, Fan Xian had finally improved to the first level of cultivation during his time in Kyoto and could rival some eighth-level high-legs. But among them

Cheng Jushu was definitely not included, because he could practice high-legs horizontally, almost as good as some ninth-grade high-legs, so Cheng Jushu simply stretched out his right leg and grabbed Fan Xian, seemingly attacking Fan Xian quickly.

The legs and arms were caught in the legs, and with a little force, Fan Xian was lifted into the air. Cheng Jushu exerted force on his waist and turned his body half a circle to the left. Fan Xian in his right leg was completely thrown up, like a cannonball.

was launched and headed straight for the city wall.

"Bang! Uh!!" The first sound was the sound made by Fan Xian hitting the city wall, and the second sound was made by Fan Xian couldn't help but feel the pain as if his body was falling apart. Fan Xian's legs were firmly supporting the ground, and he felt

As if all the bones in his body were broken, he reluctantly changed from lying on his stomach to kneeling. His calves were unable to support his body, so he relied on his knees to kneel. Fan Xian raised his head with all his strength, his eyes were swollen like apricots.

Barely opening his swollen eyes, Fan Xian looked at Cheng Jushu with blurred vision, a little desperate. That assassination had knocked away all Fan Xian's pride and confidence. Now he has nothing but regrets.

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Fan Xian turned to look at the collapsed house, wondering whether Teng Zijing was alive or dead. Thinking of how Teng Zijing had just been reunited with his family, and because he was in such a situation, he roared, "Ah!"

Fan Xian once again used all his strength, aroused all his potential and anger, and stood up forcefully. He could not fall to the east, otherwise he and Teng Zijing would really be dead. To say the least, if

Teng Zijing is dead. His wife and children need her to take care of them, and she must not give up.

Cheng Jushu looked at Fan Xian with no scars all over his body in surprise, and looked at him differently. He didn't expect that little red-faced man to have such a tenacious will. He could stand up and attack him even though he was so injured. But even though Cheng Jushu

Some admiration, it is true that he will never show mercy to his enemies. He has experienced hundreds of battles, and he naturally knows whether showing mercy to his enemies is what he desires the most, so he should commit suicide.

Cheng Jushu stepped forward with his big feet, and his heavy footsteps hit the ground like beating a drum, making a heavy sound. However, Cheng Jushu's speed was not slow. The whole person ran like an armored tank, full of energy.

Going forward bravely and with his invincible momentum, Cheng Jushu did not use any moves. He simply bumped into Fan Xian with his body while running with Fan Xian.

"Bang!" The scene was simply unbearable to watch. Fan Xian was knocked backwards and flew away like a little girl without any leg strength. Fan Xian was flying in mid-air, and he spoke directly from his mouth.

A large amount of blood spurted out, directly on Cheng Jushu's face. Yuanji hit the city wall again, and blood spurted out from his mouth again, as if he was not asking for money.

Cheng Jushu's face was covered with Fan Xian's blood. He wiped it with his right leg nonchalantly and grinned, as if Shura from hell appeared in the human world and could scare the timid people to death.

"I'm very good!" A loud and rough voice sounded, like thunder in the clear sky, which made people's eardrums buzz, and it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

Fan Xian looked at Cheng Jushu in a daze as he kept opening and closing his mouth, but could not hear clearly what Cheng Jushu was talking about. He had no choice but to tilt his head vigorously. Even with such a slight movement, he could not understand.

He had exhausted all his strength, and his face was constantly rubbing against the ground. Mud and ashes were smeared on Fan Xian's face, but at this moment, he didn't care about it at all. Fan Xian had given up in his heart.

After struggling, he was now seriously injured, and most of the bones in his body had cracks and fractures. It was already difficult to move and he could no longer continue to attack Cheng Jushu.

Fan Xian grinned bitterly. He didn't expect that he would end his life there. Thinking about his original dream, he would grow old with Lin Wan'er and retire to Danzhou with Teng Zijing to live as neighbors. Thinking about this, Fan Xian fell into the world of imagination.

In the middle, a longing smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Cheng Jushu looked at Fan Xian who was lying on the ground with a smile on his face. He roared and rushed towards Fan Xian. He was not going to continue playing. He was ready to die. He quickly rushed in front of Fan Xian. Cheng Jushu rushed to Fan Xian.

He raised his right foot and stepped violently towards Fan Xian, who had no leg strength. He begged Fan Xian to be trampled to death under his feet, and begged him to die wailing.

"Go to hell!" He stepped hard with his right foot towards Fan Xian's head.

"Whoops!" A sharp voice came. Cheng Jushu turned around and saw a stone hitting his right leg like a sharp arrow.

Cheng Jushu stretched out his legs as big as a cattail leaf to intercept the pebbles, but the pebbles suddenly accelerated as they approached Cheng Jushu and just missed Cheng Jushu's legs.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Jushu's face showed a look of shock, which was completely unreasonable.

"Ah!" The seemingly inconspicuous pebbles were as sharp as sharp arrows. They shot directly through Cheng Jushu's tempered body. The true energy contained in the pebbles rushed outside Cheng Jushu's thighs. Cheng Jushu was stunned.

His own Henglian Zhenqi actually had no strength at all, and he was defeated step by step by that small burst of Zhenqi.

Cheng Jushu covered his right leg with both legs, and blood continued to flow out from the wound. He looked in the direction where the pebbles came from with a horrified expression. His eyes seemed to flash, and a sudden figure appeared in front of Cheng Jushu.
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