At this time, the hydra Li Shaohua still fled forward without his life, and Xiao Tang pulled out his legs and chased desperately when he saw that his eyes were about to split. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Guanghui's figure floated, and when Xiao Tang slashed at Xiao Tang with a sharp and swift knife, Wu Song ran up and resisted Guanghui's knife, but Guanghui didn't prevent another elusive knife from picking up, leaving a deep knife mark on Wu Song's chest!

Xiao Tang stood up abruptly and said anxiously: "Second Brother Wu! ”

Half of Wu Song's clothes were dyed red, but he still glared at Xiao Tang and shouted, "Don't chase it yet!" Aren't you going to sacrifice the spirit of Taigong Xiao in the sky!?? ”

Xiao Tang gritted his teeth fiercely, turned around and chased after him with a heavy head. Guanghui had the intention to stop it, but he was entangled by Wu Song's knife flash, and under the shadow of the knife and blood, Wu Song added two more wounds to his body, but he had already stopped Guanghui and forced him to stay here.

Wu Song's double knives were full of gaps, but the snowflake iron double knives in Guanghui's hands were cold and intact, just like the knife competition between the two, Guanghui had the upper hand, but Wu Song had a few knife wounds on his body.

Guanghui saw that Li Shaohua had fled, and the official messenger saw that there was an abnormality here and was about to rush to this place soon, his anxiety and anger turned into endless resentment, and he said to Wu Songyin: "Since you are not the opponent of the Buddha, why bother to stop it, the good things of the bad Buddha!?" ”

Wu Song smiled coldly, handed over the two knives in one hand, tore off the tattered clothes on his body, and laughed wildly: "Since you haven't decided the winner, what kind of fart do you have to do as a thief!?" Grandpa and you have a good fight, how can you slap your ass and run away!? ”

Seeing that Wu Song showed strong and strong muscles, although it was dripping with blood, it added to the sinister spirit! Just as the tiger in the mountains does not lose its majesty, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes do not lose their chivalry, although they are full of wounds, Wu Song, who is full of scars, is still eyeing Guanghui and staring at Guanghui.

It seems that this guy is going to entangle the Buddha to the end! Guanghui gritted his teeth and said: I thought that if I voted for this nine-headed worm, I would be able to get a happy life, but I didn't want to make some benefits in front of me, but I was so irritated by your entanglement! I saw that you know the sword technique of Northern Shaolin, and I was afraid that your guy had anything to do with Tan Zhengfang's old thing, but if you force the Buddha to be really angry, the Buddha can no longer tolerate you!

Thinking of this, Guanghui Toutuo came out with a lifelong peerless Asher sword, and Wu Song suddenly felt a flower in front of him......

The Buddhist Asher Sutra has clouds: six places should be known, six more happy places should be known, eighteen intentions should be known, and thirty-six knives should be known.

Why do you say that the six places should know the inside? It refers to the eyes, ears, nose, body, and mind. Six places should be the one who knows inside, so it is said.

The six more happy people are in the place, why do you say this? It is said that the eyes are more happy to see the color, the ears are more happy to hear the sound, the nose is more happy to smell the fragrance, the tongue is more happy to taste, the body is more happy to feel the touch, and the mind is more happy to know the law. Six more happy to be the insider, so it is said.

Eighteen intentions should be those who know the inside, why do you say this? Bhikkhus, seeing themselves, are happy to dwell, to be worried, and to give up; If the ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind know the Dharma and the self, and the Dharma is happy to live separately, the Dharma is worried, and the Dharma is divided into six joys, six worries, and six sorrows, and the eighteen intentions are always said. Eighteen intentions should be those who know inside, so it is said.

Thirty-six knives should be the one who knows inside, why do you say this? There are six joys to follow, and there are six joys to follow without desire; There are six worries to rely on, and there are six worries to rely on without desire; There are six houses to rely on, and there are six houses to rely on without desire. It is said that there are six places, six more happiness, eighteen intentions, and thirty-six knives.

This set of Asher knife techniques is comprehended from the Asher Sutra, six kinds of knife postures, six kinds of killing moves, and eighteen kinds of changes, combined into thirty-six unpredictable and exquisite knife techniques.

Blood splashed everywhere, Guanghui's knife was like an antelope hanging horns, and like a dragon without a trace, the knife momentum was either swift or subtle, and it struck straight at Wu Song's defenseless place, fatal from the flawed knife in his body.

Wu Song resisted himself, but his arms, thighs, chest and even his back were cut by Guanghui's elusive knife technique, and Guanghui took the opportunity to fly out with a kick and kicked Wu Song in the chest, knocking him away like a kite with a broken string, and crashing him into the wine vat in front of a wine shop, the sound of impact and cracking were intertwined, and for a time spirits, blood, and sweat poured all over Wu Song's body.

At this time, the surrounding people gathered in a circle from afar, and they were all stunned to watch this thrilling life-and-death duel. And a few of the trappers felt the scene earlier, and it can be seen that Guanghui and Wu Song's exquisite and fierce knife competition has already been frightened, how can anyone dare to come up and stop?

Wu Song struggled to stand up, if it weren't for his subconscious dodge. His tendons were almost broken by Guanghui's poisonous and subtle pick, and now he was covered in blood from several wounds, but Guanghui had no injuries all over his body, and it was obvious that Wu Song was not that Guanghui's opponent in terms of knife skills.

Wu Song stood up and staggered a few steps, blood flowing from his intertwined, masculine muscles, making Wu Song already a bloody man.

He saw that there was still half a jar of spirits in the smashed wine vat next to him, and he held up the wine vat with one hand, and his neck was a booze, and the liquor poured on Wu Song's wound made him feel a burning pain, but it ignited Wu Song's fighting spirit even more!

Guanghui saw that the captors of the Daimyo Mansion were arriving one after another, and this Wu Song would never let him go, let alone the treasures of Jinshan, I am afraid that it would be even more difficult to escape alone. Guanghui was so angry that he wanted to chop Wu Song into thousands of pieces, and said in a cold voice: "You could have lived, but you want to fall into hell!" Buddha, this is what you do! ”

Wu Song threw away the half-cracked wine vat in his hand, picked up the double knife and pointed at Guanghui and scolded: "You are a monk, and the people in Buddhism should be kind and compassionate, but you are doing this kind of thing to help the abuse and do the tiger!" How can I spare you!? ”

Guanghui is already crazy like a bloodthirsty asura in the six realms, he is condescending, and laughs wildly: "The world is as stupid as a pig and a dog, weak as a worm, and only knows how to burn incense and worship the Buddha if you ask for it, thinking that you can have a good result by begging hard!" Buddha, I only rely on the double knife in my hand, and I don't participate in the scriptures, I am the Buddha! The Buddha is me! Why do you want to practice and do good deeds?

Rao is your self-proclaimed chivalrous and righteous way, and you can only kneel down in front of the Buddha and me if you are not good! Put down the weapons in your hands, pay homage to the Buddha and me, and sincerely confess your sins, maybe the Buddha and I will be kind and can spare your dog's life! ”

"Phew!" Wu Song straightened up, covered the sky, and said angrily: "The sky does not open its eyes, the gods and Buddhas do not help the world, the heavens and the earth are not benevolent to all things as dogs, I just want to beat the heavens and open their eyes, but they are going to beat the gods and Buddhas who are full of gods and Buddhas!" ”

After saying that, Wu Song suddenly rushed towards Guanghui again, and Guanghui shouted angrily, "Looking for death!! "Once again, the Asher knife technique will be sacrificed, and this time Wu Song will be cut into several pieces.

And although Wu Song was furious, his blood was agitated, and he was guarding a clear state under the spiritual platform, he knew that it was difficult to win with his double sword technique alone. Wu Song threw a knife suddenly, and took advantage of Guanghui's dodging to hold a single knife in both hands and slash it hard.

There was another deafening loud noise, the single knife in Wu Song's hand had been broken into two, and relying on his Qianjun divine power to swing Guanghui's knife alive, Rao is Guanghui's other hand The snowflake iron ring knife will soon cut into his waist ribs, but this kung fu is enough!

Wu Song's body swirled, flew up with his left foot to kick Guanghui, and then turned around and flew with his right foot again......

Yuhuan step, mandarin duck legs!

This leg method seems simple, but it contains countless changes in the back of the move, as the master who taught the martial arts leg method said, several moves can be arbitrarily matched into countless counterattack magic methods, especially when counterattacking, Wu Song's legs are one into three, three into nine...... The people who were watching from afar couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and saw that Wu Song seemed to have given birth to countless legs out of thin air and kicked towards Guanghui in unison!

More than a dozen feet stomped on Guanghui, and several of his ribs were kicked and broken by Wu Song and inserted into his lungs. Guanghui spurted out a mouthful of red blood with a "poof", and his body flew backwards, slamming into the wall of a shop. He really didn't expect that he was just a pause, and the situation was turned around in an instant by Wu Song's flowing counterattack!

Wu Song just retracted his legs, fell down, and took advantage of Guanghui's serious injuries to shoot out with a little body on his feet, he was lucky and full of strength, his movements were done in one go, and his fists had already blasted out.

"Oh, ah, !!!" Wu Song's blood was boiling, and he shouted wildly, and his pair of heavy punches also turned into countless fist shadows with the shouting, and slammed into Guanghui's chest like a storm!

"All the !!" With a series of heart-wrenching muffled sounds, Guanghui was hit back one after another by a series of heavy punches, and his chest was sunken by Wu Song's heavy punches!!

Guanghui's eyes bulged out, he vomited blood, and his huge body seemed to be beaten by Wu Song and embedded in the wall! Wu Song's last heavy punch was swung and smashed on Guanghui's face, Guanghui's eyes burst, his nose collapsed and his mouth crooked, and he had already been beaten to death by Wu Song's pair of iron fists!!

The people who watched from afar around were all frightened, and some of them even sat down and fell to the ground, muttering in fright: "This... What kind of mortal is this...? What kind of fairy grandfather is this!?? ”

Wu Song withdrew his fist, seeing that Guanghui was beaten by him to no longer human, but the full of blood and fighting spirit still had nowhere to vent, he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared wildly, like a roaring tiger, the power of heaven and man, reaching the sky!!

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And Wu Song's thrilling feat, happened to be seen by a surrounding onlookers Mr. Commentator, he was frightened, long can not forget, to the restaurant to ask for two catties of wine, meditated hard, and made a poem He plans to write a new commentary, although this commentator did not leave a name in later generations, but the poem he did became the earliest poem written in the widely circulated "Wu Song Biography" in later generations:

Mo Dao is a godless person, and his fists are shocked.

The sword light Huo Huo's head rolls, and the heroes talk and laugh and sing.

Fulong and Tiger are really heroic, and it is Wu Song who punishes rape and eliminates evil.

But you have to drink the strong throat wine and dare to fight with the ghosts!

Wu Song, who was full of blood and heavenly beings, killed Guanghui alive in the Daimyofu Market, but what about Xiao Tang?