Shi Qian is the world's first thief, small and light kung fu is unmatched, maybe he is too famous in "stealing", so that everyone ignores his speed and hidden kung fu, maybe in terms of speed, he can't compare with Ma Ling, Dai Zong, Kang Jie and others, but when it comes to hidden kung fu, no one in the world dares to say that it is stronger than Shi Qian, otherwise how can he sit on the throne of "the world's first thief".

Junchen is still there to fight with the final bandits, but the manpower in the field is much less than at the beginning, under Junchen's elusive marksmanship, seven or eight of the bandits who have merged into Qingfeng Mountain have lost their lives, if it weren't for Meng Futong's flower knife being the best at defense, I'm afraid that this number of casualties will only be higher.

The more Song Jiang looked at it, the more he died, the less chips he had, and the lower the possibility of being favored by the imperial court, and gradually, the eyes he looked at Junchen were no longer appreciative and liking, but the kind of buried deep jealousy and hatred.

Squinting his eyes and scanning Junchen's body back and forth, Song Jiang slowly felt as if something was wrong, Junchen came to the door single-handedly, how could a figure appear in the place where Junchen was at the beginning, "Could it be this kid's reinforcements?" ”

Song Jiang's heart "chuckled", and when he focused his gaze there, he almost didn't let his eyeballs jump out of his sockets.

"It's ...... The woman who was caught, a short, lewd man, that was ...... Flowers! Seeing Hua Rong appear there, Song Jiang's heart twitched suddenly, "Could it be ...... No, it won't... Absolutely not! But ......"

Just when Song Jiang was thinking nonsense there, "Brother, let them stop, if they continue to fight, it's just a waste of their lives, let's let the little brother come!" A heavenly voice sounded in his ears.

"Brother Hua Rongxian!" Song Jiang turned his head suddenly, and saw Hua Rong neatly draped with a solemn face, this expression, Song Jiang thought that he had never seen Hua Rong on his face since he knew him.

"Oh, quick, hurry up!" Song Jiang reacted at this time, and hurriedly ordered the little minion beside him.

The gong for collecting troops sounded, and some people fled back to Song Jiang's side one after another, but not everyone retreated, and some people were not so lucky, like Wang Ying and Meng Futong.

Seeing that Wang Ying and the others couldn't pull out, Song Jiang said to Hua Rong stupidly: "Brother Hua Rong, it's better for you to make a move, otherwise Brother Wang Ying and their lives will really be difficult to protect!" ”

Although Hua Rong despised Wang Ying very much, seeing that he was injured in many places at the moment, he would rather die than retreat, this bravery still made him a little admired. Nodding slightly, he urged the horse to rush up.

Wang Ying's fight has been fought so far, and he is already covered in bruises, and the reason why he can still survive until now is completely because of the large number of people, seeing that Junchen's gun is still as fast as ever, he estimates that he will not escape death.

"Grandpa is dead, and he will cut you down!" Wang Ying, who had made up his mind, ignored Junchen's imminent shot, raised the knife in his hand and waited to cut it down.

"It's really ignorant, does he think that he still has a chance to cut it down!" Junchen's eyes were not difficult to see what Wang Ying was thinking, and he shook his head speechlessly in his heart.

However, this shot was stopped only halfway through, Wang Ying and the others were very surprised, there were still people in their group who could stop it, isn't it a joke?

"Go down, all of you! Leave this man to me! Take your brother farther away, if you can't do it, you can retreat up the mountain! ”

"Hua Rong, you ......" Wang Ying completely ignored Hua Rong who had just saved him, and was about to turn his face with Hua Rong, but fortunately, Meng Futong and Yan Shun were beside him, and quickly pulled him back.

Junchen stopped his offensive since Hua Rong took his shot, and watched the scene in front of him with interest, until Yan Shun and the two put Wang Ying down, and then greeted Hua Rong.

Just didn't want to say hello, Song Jiang began to think about it again, his face was cloudy, "Long time no see, Hua Zhizhai, or should I call Hua Dang now?" ”

Hua Rong smiled bitterly helplessly, "Your mouth is really annoying sometimes, whatever you want, Brother Junchen!" ”

Junchen glanced at Song Jiang and the others, shook off the blood on the gun, pouted and said, "Brother Hua, do you really plan to mess with these people?" It's not as good as ......."

Without waiting for Junchen to finish speaking, Hua Rong interrupted directly: "I understand what you mean, it's just that Brother Song and I have a favor, I want to follow my eldest brother for the rest of my life, you still don't say more, I didn't have fun last time, you and I still have the real chapter in our hands!" ”

Junchen put away the relaxed look on his face, "Come on!" ”

"Offended!" Hua Rong urged the horse away, and with the help of horsepower, he shot straight in the chest, it was really fast and urgent, compared to those people before, I don't know how much stronger!

"It's good to come!" With a flip of his hand, he pulled out Hua Rong's spear, and then swiped according to the trajectory that fell, and the shadow of the gun hit Hua Rong's chest.

Hua Rong was much stronger than those before him, but his strongest skill was a bow, not a spear. Of course, he also knew that Junchen would not really hurt him, even if he knew that he was inferior to Junchen in marksmanship, he gritted his teeth and fought hard.

Faced with a shot that hit his chest, Hua Rong knew that he didn't have time to parry, so he simply pulled his horse, took a few steps back, and then let Junchen's spear sweep across his chest, holding the end of the spear in both hands, and striking another blow at Junchen's door.

"Hey, you can still come up with such a trick!" Junchen obviously didn't expect Hua Rong to be like this, this kind of trick of exchanging injuries for lives shouldn't have been thought up by Hua Rong anyway, looking at Hua Rong's expression, the gentle and elegant smile of the past was gone, replaced by a solemn and solemn murderous aura.

"This is ......" Junchen's mind flashed with a flash of realization, "Okay, if you insist on this, then let you see my real marksmanship!" ”

Tilting his head slightly, he flashed Hua Rong's shot, the spear in his hand reversed a circle, flicked Hua Rong's spear, and then launched his own offensive, and suddenly, the temperature in the field was significantly lower, and even Song Jiang, who was watching the battle from afar, felt a chill.

The shadow of the gun, always not leaving Hua Rong's chest, the gun, pointed directly at Hua Rong's throat and joints, although Hua Rong also used all his skills, but the gap is the gap, not just the determination and will to fight can be reversed, the speed of the injury has increased on Hua Rong's body.

"For the sake of your fighting heart, let you see my tricks, take it!" Junchen's face was expressionless, and he suddenly withdrew his spear and pointed at Hua Rong.

Hua Rong smiled, "I can see Junchen's stunt, although Hua has no regrets in death, come on!" "Anyway, the spear tightened, just waiting for Junchen.

"Well said, it won't disappoint you!" As he spoke, he quickly shook the spear in his hand, and suddenly saw that eight budding plum blossoms seemed to appear around Hua Rong, "This is ......"

"Take it! Hanmei Turui. Suddenly, the eight plum blossoms burst open at the same time, spilling countless gun shadows, Hua Rong was shocked, although he thought of a move that would be extremely unimaginable, but he didn't expect that the attack of this move would be so intensive, surprised, where did Hua Rong dare to have a trace of slackness, and used his strength to build a defensive barrier around him.

"Ding Ding ......" The rapid sound of the blow came from Hua Rong, Song Jiang's face suddenly turned white with fright, he knew that Junchen's martial arts were so strong, where would he still have a hard mouth, and he would have been sent back to Su Jinniang a long time ago, where would he fall into such an embarrassing place, even Hua Rong's life was worried.

Just as Song Jiang was about to step forward and say a few soft words to save Hua Rong, there was another accident in the field. Hua Rong thought that he would lose if he defended for a long time, so he simply took out the spear, fought with the leg and shot it, and threw the spear at Junchen's door. Junchen didn't expect Hua Rong to have such a hand, so he quickly returned the gun and pulled away the spear that Hua Rong took.

Hua Rong took advantage of this opportunity, quickly took off the gold painting magpie bow on his back, and shot three arrows at Junchen in a row, after shooting the three arrows, he took four arrows at the same time and put them on the string, the bow body rose slightly, followed by four arrows together, locking Junchen's limbs. Junchen didn't expect Hua Rong to have this hand for a while, and after a few arrows were removed, he was still hit by an arrow in his left forearm.

After Hua Rong shot a few arrows, he turned his horse back, and regardless of whether Junchen was hit by an arrow or not, he ran to Song Jiang's side and said, "Brother, go back to the mountain quickly!" ”

Song Jiang saw that Hua Rong was covered with injuries and fled back, and was about to comfort a few words, not wanting Hua Rong to come to such a sentence, so he suddenly saved and shouted: "Withdraw quickly!" Close the gates! ”

Wang Ying and they had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, but Song Jiang didn't say it, and they didn't want to run away like this, and now as soon as Boss Song spoke, he immediately retreated frantically, and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that Song Jiang and the others had all fled up the mountain, Junchen looked down at the arrow in his arm, "You are really ruthless, Brother Hua!" ”

At the same time, Hua Rong stroked his chest, thinking of the same sentence, "You are really ruthless, Brother Li!" ”