Chapter 60 Ouyang Feng, do you also want to compete with me?
“Isn’t this Master Lingzhi and Peng Lianhu? We haven’t seen each other for many days. How are you?”
Chu Pingsheng glanced behind him and saw that Han Xiaoying had already picked up the injured Hua Zheng. Immediately, he turned his head and asked with a smile.
"Boy, this matter has nothing to do with you, get out of here."
Peng Lianhu said, while winking at Master Lingzhi, preparing to distance themselves and break through together.
Chu Pingsheng was alone and could not stop them all. No matter who they were, as long as they could get close to the Mongolian envoy, the next thing would be simple.
I have to say that compared to Master Lingzhi, Sha Tongtian and others, Master Peng’s mind does move faster.
"That's not enough, great monk, let's make two more moves."
Chu Pingsheng swung his sword, exerted force on the soles of his feet, and shot the great monk directly opposite him.
Master Lingzhi carried two cymbals and responded with full vigor, while Peng Lianhu was ready. Once the two of them fought, he would rush forward and take the life of the Mongolian envoy first.
However, what the two of them did not expect was that Chu Pingsheng, who was advancing forward, made a very abrupt turn and let Master Lingzhi go, stabbing Peng Lianhu's position with his long sword.
Crackling...
That was the sound of fallen leaves bursting under his feet.
Peng Lianhu had already made plans to use Qinggong. When he saw the long sword coming, he didn't think too much and hurriedly raised the Iron Judge's Pen to block it, then pressed to the left.
He saw the result of the head-to-head collision between Master Lingzhi's copper cymbals and the long sword in Chu Pingsheng's hand, so he did not dare to use force, so it was a move to neutralize the force.
He knew that Chu Ping was capable of fighting an ox, so he strengthened his arms and prepared to lock the sword to buy more time for Master Lingzhi.
"You want it? Just say it if you want it. How do I know you want it if you don't tell me?"
"Although you look at me sincerely, you still want to Tell me what you want."
What the hell, this kid talks a lot of nonsense!
Peng Lianhu remained silent and just used his strength.
"Let's be reasonable. It's impossible for me to not give it to you if you want it, or to give it to you if you don't want it."
"Now I will count to three, and you have to make it clear whether you want it or not."
Peng Lianhu was driven crazy by him.
“One!”
Chu Pingsheng let go of his hand after speaking.
one? Where are Ersan? He fucking didn't count at all.
Liar, big liar!
Peng Lianhu was stunned for a moment. At this moment, Chu Pingsheng took a quick step forward, clasped the five fingers of his left hand inward, drew an afterimage and pressed it on the top of his head, releasing his inner energy.
Peng Lianhu turned pale with shock: "Nine Yin White Bones..."
The last word "claw" was not uttered before his eyes rolled up, his face showed pain, and a pair of iron pens fell off with a snap. On the ground, five lines of blood slowly dripped down from the top of his head.
Chu Pingsheng waved gently.
Poof!
Peng Lianhu fell to the ground on his back, breathless.
“Tang Bohu can stab people to death without a spearhead, but I have a soft and hard hand...”
Master Lingzhi did not move, and stared blankly at the scene in front of him. , completely unexpected that in just two rounds, the leader of Peng Village, who was not much weaker than him, would roll his eyes and die.
Nine Yin White Bone Claw?
Chu Pingsheng also learned the Nine Yin White Bone Claw? Isn't that Mei Chaofeng's Kung Fu? How did this kid learn this?
It has only been more than a month since we last met.
What happened in the past month or so?
How can I master Qinggong, swordsmanship, and the skills in the Nine Yin Manual?
Shasha...
Shasha...
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind, interrupting his thinking. When he turned around, he saw that Sha Tongtian was coming, followed by five riders, and the middle one was riding a horse. The person in question is none other than Wanyan Honglie, the Sixth Prince of Dajin.
“Is it you?”
Sha Tongtian saw Chu Pingsheng at a glance.
He looked again at the Mongolian envoy who was walking farther and farther in front of him, looked at Master Lingzhi and asked, "Where is Peng Lianhu?"
The great monk did not speak and glanced to the left.
Sha Tongtian and Wanyan Honglie looked together, their eyes touched the fallen body in the pile of dead leaves, and they were suddenly shocked.
The Thousand-Handed Man slaughtered Peng Lianhu and actually died.
“He...did you kill him?”
Sha Tongtian's eyes widened with anger, and his bald head turned red with hatred.
Wanyan Honglie sat down with the five masters. Except for his junior brother Hou Tonghai, he had the best relationship with Peng Lianhu. They used to do business without capital together. Now that Peng Lianhu is dead, it is strange that he is in no mood.
"That's right."
Chu Pingsheng waved Zhan Lu, pointed the tip of his sword diagonally, and said with a smile: "Master Sha Gang, you still don't know, what are the names of your four disciples? I also killed the soul-chasing gun Qian Qingjian, the soul-seizing whip Shen Qinggang, and so on. Oh, and your junior brother, the guy with three tumors on his head. Now you are the only one left, and the whole family is complete. " Speaking of the plot of The Condor Shooting, there is one thing that makes people speechless. The Seven Jiangnan Monsters are knights. Six of them died. Master Lingzhi and Sha Tongtian, the so-called five masters under Wanyan Honglie, the last one did not die. He was just taken to Zhongnan Mountain and imprisoned, and later escaped with them.
Qiu Qianren, who had done all kinds of bad things, even killing infant children, was still alive, but Qiu Qianzhang, who was just fooling around with food and drink, died.
Good people get their lunch boxes as soon as they want, but bad people always have a chance to survive.
“I’ll kill you!”
Qian Qingjian is a mourning ax, not a soul-chasing gun, and Shen Qinggang is not a soul-seizing whip.
But it is no longer important.
Now he is the only commander left in the Yellow River Gang.
Sha Tongtian's eyes were red and protruding. He raised the iron oar and was about to step forward and fight Chu Pingsheng.
“Don’t go!”
“Master Sha, no!”
Master Lingzhi and Wanyan Honglie shouted to stop at the same time.
One of them had seen how powerful Chu Pingsheng was, and the other realized that the boy opposite was using aggressive tactics.
“We are no match for him, let’s go!”
The great monk was very decisive and went over to grab Sha Tongtian’s arm and pull him back.
Wanyan Honglie also knew that he would not be able to kill the Mongolian envoy today, so he pulled the reins and turned the horse's head.
“Want to leave? It’s not that easy.”
Chu Pingsheng pointed his toes, rubbing against the ground and lifted up more than ten feet high. He used the branches next to him to use his strength, and with the strength of his toes, he shot straight at Wanyan Honglie on horseback like an arrow from the string.
Slaughtered the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty and captured the Sixth Prince of the Jin Dynasty. With such achievements, he should be regarded as a hero who served the country and the people.
"My lord, be careful."
Master Lingzhi didn't have time to think too much, he raised his red cassock and stood up to stop him.
Who knew that Chu Pingsheng would actually move a few feet out of thin air, leaving a faint shadow in front of his eyes, like a rabbit-fighting goshawk, continuing to catch the Sixth Prince of Dajin.
Wanyan Honglie was busy with government affairs every day, so he had no time to practice martial arts. Facing Chu Pingsheng, who was no longer what he used to be, his face was full of panic, and he desperately punched the horse's belly, trying to escape from this place.
At the critical moment, a powerful voice suddenly sounded from behind.
“My lord, please don’t panic.”
Amidst the rustling of clothes and sleeves, a person rushed out from the side, approaching Wanyan Honglie one step ahead of Chu Pingsheng, and grabbed him back. After throwing it, he said "Ke'er, catch it", turned around and waved the snake staff in his hand, and it collided with Zhanlu Sword with a "dang" sound.
“Ouyang Feng?”
Chu Pingsheng missed a hit and did not continue to pursue Wanyan Honglie. He used his strength to turn over and landed a few feet in front of the horse. He held a long sword and looked at Xidu Ouyang Feng on the horse with long hair shawl and sinister eyebrows.
“Are you Chu Pingsheng?”
“Yes, I am Chu Pingsheng.”
“The Chu Pingsheng who bullied my nephew?”
Chu Pingsheng glanced at Ouyang Ke, who was catching Wanyan Honglie from behind. The young owner of White Camel Villa, who was in rags and in a state of embarrassment, has now regained his handsome, elegant and talented appearance, but... lost a little weight. .
"Ouyang Feng, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Why did I bully him? I've been humiliating him, okay."
"I'll kill you kid."
Ouyang Feng has a vicious reputation. Even a famous martial arts star has to politely call him Mr. Ouyang when meeting him. How many people dare to tease him in person?
He kicked on the horse's belly and flew forward.
Xi Yuyu.
The horse let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground, showing how powerful this kick was.
Ouyang Feng flew out and moved almost close to the ground. The snake staff stabbed Chu Pingsheng's chest with a whining sound.
"Uncle, remember not to compete with him in fists and kicks."
Ouyang Ke doesn't need to remind him. He will not compete with Chu Pingsheng in internal strength due to Huang Yaoshi's experience.
The Snake Staff is coming very fast and violently. This seemingly ordinary move actually contains multiple changes. It seems that no matter how hard you hide, you can't escape the pursuit of the Spirit Snake Staff.
Chu Pingsheng did not dodge, he lowered his wrist and shouted just in time, using the Quanzhen Sword Technique to move the frost wave rolling snow towards the snake staff.
A staff moves strangely, a sword moves gently, and the two weapons intersect in mid-air.
There was a crisp clang sound, and the Zhanlu Sword embedded half of the snake staff's finger.
Ouyang Feng narrowed his eyes and his face trembled.
“Boy, you fell into the trap, just die.”
After saying that, he pressed the button and the eye sockets of the skull on the top of the snake staff lit up. He suddenly opened his mouth and a cloud of poisonous mist rolled out, drowning Chu Pingsheng.
(End of this chapter)