Chapter 32: Winning

I slapped Wei Wuji with a palm. The boy glared at him. He was so pretty that he was quite handsome that an old man was so handsome that he lost all his demeanor.

I have always wondered why he was angry. It was said that the two armies were fighting against the enemy. If he was allowed to come, I would be safe when the Lord of Huangtan was like this.

Later I figured it out. Wei Wuji came here after finding out the background of the Shi family. His biggest imaginary enemy was Shi Cundao, and Shi Cundao was not even a little bit different from him. Wei Wuji was confident in this trip. He originally planned to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop, but suddenly another swordsman level boy appeared. According to what Wei Wuji said, this originally impossible thing happened. Wei Wuji was not angry about something else, but his fate was unfair. When he was about to be proud of his life, his opponent made a cheat and shameless trick - just like fighting landlords, even though the king was in his own hands, a king exploded...

However, I also have my difficulties. In fact, when I was fighting against the Red Altar Master just now, I felt that my sword energy began to weaken. When Shi Cundao discovered that I was the sword saint, it meant that the sword energy had retreated by more than one level.

At this time, there was a strong enemy before and the sword energy could not be dissipated. It can be said that it was internal and external difficulties. But I was the last pillar of the Shi family. Once my collapsed, it would mean that the entire army was wiped out. I was really the most difficult in my life at this moment. But the situation could no longer make me think too much. I put my heart on and waved my palms to slap Wei Wuji. Instead of letting the sword energy go away, it would be better to let them lose Wei Wuji's strength. I am like an unscrupulous employer, desperately trying to get the best interests when the contract with the workers expires.

Wei Wuji naturally didn't know the little Jiuji in my heart. He was constantly provoked by a 20-year-old boy. This was probably a great humiliation he had never suffered in his life. He angrily faced me and suddenly looked like he looked away. The second palm was avoiding him. It turned out that although he didn't understand what I was thinking, he saw that I was eager to compete with him for sword energy, so he did the opposite. Besides, the old guy's eyes were so vicious that he could see that although my sword energy was strong, his tricks were awkward. His body instantly touched him and said coldly: "Little beast, I'll guide you in the boxing technique!"

I sighed secretly, I was really afraid of anything I was afraid of. Fighting close to me was originally my weakness. Wei Wuji walked up, hid his hand behind him, and put a single fist in front of his chest. I imitated him, and hid one hand behind him, and opened the other hand at his fist. Wei Wuji saw that my posture was strange, and he was calm for a moment. In a moment, the hand in front of me changed from fist to palm. I saw that I was so quick that I pinched my palm, stretched out two fingers, and still aimed at his hand.

Wei Wuji showed a hint of doubt and couldn't help asking: "What kind of kung fu are you doing?"

I said seriously: "You don't know if you say it, but in short, you are restraining your kung fu!"

Although Wei Wuji was insidious and cunning, he was immersed in martial arts all his life. At this time, he was happy to see the hunt, and he didn't care about the fight between life and death. He couldn't help but ask: "Did you create it yourself?"

I said, "That's not the case. Everyone in the world knows this kind of kung fu. As a sword saint, you won't know, right?"

Wei Wuji became more and more curious, but since I said it was well-known skill, he wanted to ask directly, fearing that he would appear. If he didn't ask, he was unwilling to accept it, so he said quietly: "My previous fist was created by the Binzhou Shenquan Wudi Tongbing Monkey Houhou family. It is rare to see it in the world. The latter set of palm techniques is the skill I have improved my ancestral inheritance of the Wei family, and you will never know it." After saying that, his eyes were wrong and staring at me.

I understand that Wei Wuji is showing sincerity, and the purpose is naturally to know the name of my set of kung fu. I thought about it deliberately and said, "Seeing that you are so humble and ask for advice, you might as well teach you how to be good. In fact, it is very simple. If you fist, I will make a cloth. If you make a cloth, I have to make a scissors--my boxing style is called rock-scissors in the world, and children are also called stone scissors."

When I finished the last word, the soldiers around me burst into laughter, and even the people of the Three-Colored Stone were laughing and crying. What kind of identity is Wei Wuji? On this occasion, I was teased by a junior. Not only did I touch the tiger's tail, but I also pulled the tiger into diarrhea. Wei Wuji's face changed suddenly and he shouted: "Looking for death!" He pounced on his whole body, his right palm fell down on my head, I ignored his palm, and two fingers penetrated his eyes, Wei Wuji's head was filled with tears.

I slashed my left hand towards my waist, but I still ignored him, turned my wrist and inserted it into his eyes, but Wei Wuji changed his move very quickly. He took a step back and got rid of my entanglement. He ran to my waist and saw that the palm was about to cut it up. I looked forward, but the fingers that originally attacked him could only touch the tip of his nose. I simply stabbed my fingers towards his two nostrils regardless of the consequences. Wei Wuji was shocked and angry, and took a big step back. I chuckled and said, "The scissors are indeed the nemesis of Bu."

Wei Wujigui said angrily: "Vulgar!"

I happily said, "It's really not easy to say these two words from your mouth." Actually, I knew that my martial arts skills were too far apart, so I used both sides of the defeat. This time, he came to destroy the Shi family to be proud, so he naturally refused to die with me. It was because of understanding this that I could force him to take a step back. Speaking of which, if he didn't hide just now, that palm might not be able to kill me in one fell swoop. Even if his nostril was inserted, it would be impossible to turn into a nose in the future. However, Wei Wuji claimed to be a master, and this kind of sacrifice was still far higher than his bottom line. Otherwise, people would say that in the future, although he killed the Shi family's five useless kids, his nostrils were poked and his face was not glorious.

Wei Wuji was defeated and rose into the air. His legs kicked me up very quickly. He understood my intention, so he came up with such a move, aiming to make me unable to even use Hu Lai's means. If he was a master of equal status, Wei Wuji would naturally have to focus on his mind when he used this move, but there was no pressure for me. I just wanted to protect myself now, and I bowed hard and drilled under Wei Wuji's legs. When I looked up, I saw a butt on my head. I couldn't help but put my palms together and poked towards the crack of the trousers. Wei Wuji lowered his head and swung it, and was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He kicked his right foot back, and I swung my palms flat on the sole of his shoes, sending him far away. Wei Wuji was already furious and said, "Who did you learn these despicable moves?"

I spread my hands and said, "Have you never played it when you were a child?" This move of poisonous dragon drill (also called fire burning farts) is one of the pranks we like when we went to school. It was once popular. At that time, people in front of me were often seen walking leisurely on the road, and a person behind me was sneaking and followed me, and then he pushed his hands to the lower part of the Pythagorean posteriori in front of me. Then he could hear the screams of ghosts and wolves. Of course, this job also requires technical content. First of all, you cannot find it, and then you must be sure to recognize the hole. If you poke it on the butt egg, it is easy to poke your fingers hurt.

However, once the attack is right, it is hard to defend against. Moreover, the person who is attacked cannot pursue it for a short time. This is the ultimate trick for us to learn when we are slapping people. The biggest risk of this trick is to those who are farting and pulling in their pants. A classmate of mine chose the wrong object at the wrong time and place. He inserted his hand directly into the crotch of a classmate who is ecstatic at the door of the toilet, which caused him to lose confidence in his hand and could only wear gloves all year round. Later, when he chose a career, he only had traffic police and commanders for him to choose. However, he chose to study for medical treatment. He is now the best anorectal doctor...

Uh, talk about serious business.

After Wei Wuji was angry, he suddenly said "Huh" again, looking at me with suspicious eyes. My heart was broken. During this period, my sword energy weakened a lot. He and his opponent had already felt it. I didn't think about it. I rushed over and said, "Hey, I'm so proud of you!" This time, I took the initiative to attack, and my moves were vulgar, and I stabbed him in the cheek like an ordinary person fighting. It was not difficult for Wei Wuji to avoid or fight back, but he was determined to test me. He tapped his palms and fists and palms against each other. I was shocked and regressed violently. Then my body turned around for half a circle. I was anxious. I understood that exposing my back to Wei Wuji at this time was no different from suicide, so I tried to turn my heels desperately. As expected, Wei Wuji had already posted it up. I turned this time.

We came face to face. Not only did I be shocked, but Wei Wuji was also shocked. At this close distance, he almost danced with the god of death. Wei Wuji was in a state of great experience. When I was still stunned, he had already issued more than a dozen palms, from bottom to top, very fast, just like a person with more than a dozen arms, slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap and slap in each of them.

Wei Wuji looked at me coldly, looking quite proud: "Hmph, it turns out that you are just a strong man on the outside and a middle." He had already clearly felt that my sword energy was not as great as before.

I felt my arms were sore and I had a cold sweat, but after a cold sweat, my body and mind were on the contrary, but I decided to settle down. I found that fighting with the so-called Sword Saint was not as difficult as I imagined. At that moment, I didn't take any tricks. While this gave me confidence, I couldn't help but secretly complained that it was a pity - if my sword energy was at its peak, Wei Wuji might have been defeated.

We both turned our minds and rushed towards our opponents at the same time. Wei Wuji pinched my throat with one hand and claw-shaped slingered the other. I originally wanted to use the desperate method of killing the death, but my body was already stagnant and felt that it was not as good as before. I had to squat and pinch Wei Wuji's lower body. In just such a moment, my sword energy became much weaker. Wei Wuji twisted his body, and his elbow hit my shoulder. I bent my arm and fisted to his ribs. In just one mistake, we had already passed two moves. Wei Wuji left two moves and I didn't take any advantage. He wanted to rely on his sword energy to bully the weak, but I finally got the risk of danger with the sword's strength. In this way, Wei Wuji and I fought together.

It's strange to say that although my sword energy is getting weaker, my moves are becoming more and more weird. Later, I've been fighting with incredible strange tricks. I'm using everything to scratch and knead. The parts of the greeting are also places that are not elegant. The fight between Wei Wuji and I looked inconsistent, like a martial arts champion who has been practicing routines for 40 years and a street gangster who has played wild ball fist for 20 years, giving people the feeling that the donkey head is completely wrong. Although the martial arts champion is so arrogant, he always wins, but he always gives

The other party used the most unimaginable method to turn it around, but if I wanted to give him a fatal blow, I always gave Wei Wuji a rich experience and good quality to resolve it. The battle between us was not as good as a top master fighting, but it was more like tearing up, which made others confused. Most of the strange tricks I used looked funny and childish, but none of the onlookers could laugh. I looked at the pavilion and saw the Shi family lined up in a row and watched quietly. No one spoke or moved, and the expression on his face could not be said to be joy or sorrow.

In fact, if I continue to fight like this, I will definitely suffer the consequences. As my sword energy continues to weaken, I have to come up with more wonderful moves to make up for the shortcomings of sword energy. Not only does it cost a lot of physical strength, it is also a challenge to my brain power. But I cannot always use the sword magic skills to make up for the shortcomings of sword energy. If the moves are clever enough, I can stalemate with the dignified sword saint, the Stilian and Stilci brothers are not weak either. There is a critical point in between that that cannot be broken through, just like a young man can also use skillfulness.

The body is to deal with a strong man, but no matter how flexible a child moves, it is impossible for him to support him. As long as my sword energy falls to this critical point, I will undoubtedly be killed instantly by Wei Wuji. Besides, Wei Wuji is not a martial arts champion who plays routines at all. As the leader of the No. 1 Killer Organization, all the moves he uses are killer moves that emphasize the most practical effect. I can fight with him to the fullest, and I have really put the sword magic skills into full play.

At this time, Wei Wuji and I had already passed hundreds of moves. I was sweating profusely, and he was not calm. After all, he was an old man over 60 years old, and his nose was full of sweat. However, the situation was getting worse and worse. I had to deal with him with one move, but the sword energy was getting weaker and weaker. I could barely block it. Now, as soon as I touched the opponent's arm, it was shaken away like a small oar hitting a rapid, I was now like a small boat sailing up and down on the storm sea, and I could be swallowed up by the wind and waves at any time. Wei Wuji certainly understood this. He subconsciously adjusted his attack to a slow pace, and just waited for me to kill when I was exhausted.

I couldn't help but sigh. I didn't expect that in the end, I failed. Not only did I save the Shi family, but I even got in. At this time, I suddenly thought of my mother, father, Su Jing, Lao Wu and Jin Chengwu. I was very sad for a moment. When I thought of Su Jing, I was a little angry and funny, and a little...sweet. I couldn't help but curl my lips and said laughing and crying: "This girl who belongs to the police!" I looked at the pavilion. Everyone in the Shi family below Shi Cundao looked here with concern. I suddenly realized that I didn't feel regretful about dying for them. There were no bad people among these old guys. Even before I got rid of my idle identity, at least many of them were nice to me...

At this moment, I found that Wei Wuji made a detailed gasp, which showed that his physical strength was also consumed a lot, but his sword energy was still surging. It seemed impossible to fight a protracted battle with him. However, as he gasped, he kept raising his head high. This was not only because he wanted to regulate his breathing, but also his unconscious action was carried away. However, I found that with every raised his head, his two white eyebrows also fluttered. In ancient times, men's hair and beard were very particular. A master like Wei Wuji who was prone to be accustomed and aggressive even deliberately left his eyebrows long to show his Taoist bone fairy style. Not to mention, he raised it so much that he was a little chic, but I was upset. I was disgusted with the moment of evil thoughts. Taking advantage of his head, I suddenly grabbed his hands at his head. Wei

Wuji was stunned, but he didn't think about dodging. A master like him, every move was within absolutely exquisite calculations. As soon as I made a move, he had calculated that my move would not pose a threat to him, but he didn't expect that my goal this time was his eyebrows. He also said that I was in a state of irritability. With just one pause, I held my hands and pinched the tips of his eyebrows. I went into my arms. Wei Wuji's eyes were pulled and deformed. He was shocked and wanted to break away. He wanted to take advantage of whether it would hurt his eyes under such strong inertia. He had to bow his head temporarily. I was so eager to get my head up, and I pulled my fingers and grabbed a lot of hair on his temples. At this moment, I didn't even bother to think about it. I habitually pushed down and kicked his feet in the face. This was a serious gangster-pulling method - pulling my hair and kicking the door! It was just that I changed my eyebrows in my hand.

Wei Wuji was told, and he was afraid to fight. He used his hands to block his face in panic. His eyebrows were extremely sensitive hair, and he felt very painful. At this time, I was still polite. Pressing both hands hard and kicking his toes as if they were trying their best. Wei Wuji inadvertently shouted in pain, and pushed his palms side by side to my lower abdomen. I took a step back and changed my toes to continue kicking wildly. Wei Wuji lowered his head and shouted angrily: "Let go for me!"

I laughed and said, "No, of course I won't let go!" I kicked it over with a thump, feeling like I was kicking it on the nose. Wei Wuji was almost depressed and died of depression. His head swayed, but he only pulled off a dozen eyebrows and screamed in pain. When I got this advantage, I was like I grabbed a life-saving straw. I even tried my best to hold onto the nose, while ruthlessly hitting it head-on...

At this moment, an extremely strange scene appeared - a young man grabbed an old man's long eyebrows and kicked the motorcycle. The old man bent over and stuck out his butt, screaming in pain. The picture was bloody and cruel. Anyone who saw it was indignant. However, the audience at the scene was extremely excited and raised their arms and shouted. As each kick I lifted, they shouted: "Kick him to death! Kick him to death!"

Wei Wuji flew back with his life, and I pulled his eyebrows and beard off two large pieces. When he straightened his waist, he was bleeding and could not open his eyes. He was now brave and had no fighting spirit. He patted his palms in front of him, and he slapped his soldiers over the Shifu to the wall, then flew out and fled...

Seeing that Wei Wuji had disappeared after I was lost, I couldn't help but say, "Damn, I finally know who passed on the tradition of running away if I can't beat the three-color stone."
Chapter completed!