The first thousand and forty-one chapters can not die
Pan Zhong made up his mind and gradually calmed down. Kong Yu noticed something strange and sighed secretly. He and Pan Zhong had been by the young master's side for some days. How could he not know what Pan Zhong was thinking. But Kong Yu didn't want to dwell on it.
What to say, maybe because he has seen too much, Kong Yu is too lazy to talk anymore, and he is even ashamed to say some words.
Kong Yu breathed out a breath and shouted in a deep voice: "Watch the move!" After saying this, a cold light came out of his sleeve, and he lightly pecked the figure's throat. It was a small but somewhat primitive dagger, stained in color, and very sharp. The figure
Without moving, the dagger stabbed two feet in front of him and suddenly made a half-circle, three minutes faster, and slashed towards the back of the figure's neck. It was obvious that Kong Yu was extremely afraid of this dying figure and did not dare to use old tricks.
It is practical and can be changed in one move, which is much better than Pan Zhong's move.
This move changed quickly, but it was done fairly and openly. It was about to land on the back of the figure's neck. For some reason, Kong Yu slightly tilted his dagger and let it pass the back of the figure's neck. Only a few heads were cut off, and there was no trace of it.
I don't know if Kong Yu was moved by compassion or if this move was just for testing.
Both of his attacks were fruitless. Kong Yu's expression remained unchanged, he held the dagger behind his back and pointed it at the figure's left arm. The power of the dagger did not weaken, and the energy was condensed but not dispersed. This was a real move. The figure shook.
, before the dagger was about to stab the arm, two fingers flicked it with the most wonderful strokes, releasing the strength from the dagger, but the strength was not enough. Although the direction of the dagger changed, it did not stab the figure's arm.
However, two of the figure's fingers were cut, and a few drops of blood flowed out.
Kong Yu knew clearly in his heart that this man's martial arts skills were definitely high, but his breath was so weak that he almost lost his breath. This fingering technique of lifting a thousand catties by four or two is indeed wonderful, but it only has its form and no reality. If it can be a little more
With his skill, even if he joins forces with Pan Zhong today, he will definitely not get any benefits.
I don't know why, but after understanding this truth, Kong Yu didn't feel relieved, but felt an unspeakable bitterness. Before he could think about it carefully, Kong Yu stabbed the dagger in his hand again. The move was dangerous, but he had a strong eyesight.
Generations can see that every time a life or death situation arises, Kong Yu's dagger will inexplicably relax a little bit, allowing this figure to reluctantly overcome the danger. Several times of sure-kill situations, but in the end they all fail.
Pan Zhong looked at Kong Yu in the fierce fight and the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground with an expressionless face. Everyone here is going to die. Only if there is no evidence of death can he live a secure life. Otherwise, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, Xiaoxing Mountain will always be hanging on the ground.
A sharp sword above the head.
Kong Yu couldn't fight for a long time, and the gloom on Pan Zhong's face became heavier and heavier. With evil thoughts, he suddenly raised his hand and shot a sleeve arrow, stabbing the beautiful woman who was still lying on the car's shaft in a daze. The hidden weapon just flew out, Kong
Yu then shouted loudly, turned his dagger, fired the arrow from his sleeve, and shouted angrily: "Stop, haven't you done enough evil? The young master is dead today, you can't escape the responsibility!"
Pan Zhong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then he smiled and said: "Brother Kong, why do you need to embarrass me? I'm here to help you, but it turns out that Brother Kong has been guarding against your brother. Alas, good intentions are misunderstood." Pan Zhong shook his head pretending to be regretful.
Shake his head.
Kong Yu snorted coldly, I'm afraid no one knows who Pan Zhong is better than him, and the eldest lady has told her so many times. It's a pity that the eldest lady was also deceived by Pan Zhong's natural and honest appearance.
Master Shang defended the matter with all his strength, and the matter was settled like this. If the murderer of the Master could be killed today, and the two of them went back to Xiaoxing Mountain, Pan Zhong would definitely blame the matter on himself. If he could not be killed, besides
This master with handicapped legs and feet was the one Pan Zhong wanted to get rid of quickly. It was precisely because he knew Pan Zhong's true nature that Kong Yu had been secretly on guard. When he saw Pan Zhong, he secretly killed him and saved the beautiful woman in time.
Life.
Kong Yu glanced at Pan Zhong and turned his gaze back to the figure. Suddenly his heart beat wildly. He saw two rays of light on the dirty face of the figure that seemed to be able to pierce the world. He stared coldly and calmly.
The dagger in his hand. Kong Yu felt a chill in his heart. The figure sat, looking from the bottom up. In Kong Yu's eyes, there was a kind of awe that only appears when looking up at the mountains. He was indifferent to life and death, and saw through the world of mortals.
Kong Yu swallowed his saliva and gave a forced smile. The figure looked away, squirmed a few times, and slowly stood up on the shaft of the car. It was very hard to stand, and it seemed that the next gust of wind could blow the figure to the ground. Kong Yu didn't
Taking advantage of the situation, he took action and waited until the figure stood firm before swinging his dagger and assuming an offensive stance, allowing Pan Zhonghao to slander him.
A dead soldier who can clearly see right from wrong is sad. At least now, Kong Yu's heart is filled with endless sorrow and helplessness. However, the dagger he used was not messy, and it was still the vital part of the figure's chest. Kill him and send it to the young master.
Return the corpse to Xiaoxing Mountain, and think about what happens next at that time.
Kong Yu thought like this, the dagger had already reached the figure's chest. The figure suddenly stretched out his hand and put the dagger between his arms. With his movement disturbed, Kong Yu felt a sharp pain coming from his arm. What kind of weird skill was this?
Before Yu Yu could think about it, he didn't wait to change his move. Suddenly, a suction force came from the palms of the figure. He drew the dagger in one direction and used Kong Yu's power to insert the dagger heavily into the wooden pole on the shaft of the cart. Kong Yu's whole body
He jumped forward and lay down on the car's shaft. Then he was startled and his eyelids twitched. The figure was so close. Even if he only had half of his strength left, it would be enough to kill him.
Kong Yu hurriedly hid aside, trying to get further away from the figure. At this moment, the beautiful woman who had just looked like a corpse suddenly sat up, holding the hairpin on her head in her hand.
Han Anger stabbed Kongyu's left eye hard.
Kong Yu screamed, backed away, and took the dagger off the shaft of the chariot. However, the figure snatched it away with some skill, and swung it out with the force. Like a meteor, it went straight into Kong Yu's chest.
The victory was decided so quickly that Pan Zhong didn't have the slightest chance to make a move. He could only stare blankly at Kong Yu lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The figure slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice that was as heartbreaking as a broken knife cutting across the bottom of a pot: "My leg is not broken yet."
Pan Zhong shouted and disappeared into the forest beside the road, disappearing in an instant.
The figure gave a bitter smile, held on to the shaft of the car and gasped a few times. Without raising his head, he said in a low voice: "Don't be in a hurry to die. If you die, your daughter will not survive. If you want to die, take her there before you die."
Find a place where you can settle down, and it won’t be too late to die after you’ve settled down.”
The blood-stained hairpin in the beauty's hand was already pressed against her throat.