With his way, he also gave back to his body, this is the kung fu of Gusu Murong in Jin Yong's "Dragon Babu", Jiang Ba doesn't know it. But he knew that Wang Ke's mountain slashing knife was definitely learned by stealing from his master, and he had to use this knife method to fight against himself.

Jiang Ba roared angrily: "Wang Ke, you actually stole a thousand thousand sect masters, today you are dead!"

Wang Ke already knew the mountain slashing technique, and he had mastered the advantages and disadvantages of each move, and he could see the loopholes in Jiang Ba's moves at a glance, and he also slashed with a loud sword.

The same move, made by different people, is completely two different effects. Jiang Ba believed that with his nearly thirty years of hard work, the mountain slashing knife technique that had reached the true realm was definitely not comparable to Wang Ke, and he seemed to have seen Wang Ke cut into two pieces by himself, and the corners of his mouth flashed a cruel smile.

Two blades of light swept by, and a bloody arrow flew out.

Wang Ke didn't look at Jiang Ba, he raised his knife and chased after Xia Xueqing, and the other four bandits were already about to catch up with her.

Jiang Ba stood in place, his body still maintaining the posture of slashing just now, and a foot-long knife wound on his chest was spurting blood outward. His eyes stared blankly at Wang Ke, who was drifting away, and he desperately thought about why he lost in the same move.

"Could it be the Transformation Realm?" Jiang Ba fell forever with a question.

Xia Xueqing tried her best to escape, wanting to look back but didn't dare, for fear that she would see the tragic situation of her senior brother being killed, so she could only keep comforting herself in her heart: "Senior brother is strong in martial arts, and he will definitely turn evil into good fortune!"

But she is a woman after all, even if she runs wildly with hatred, she is not as good as those bandits who are used to running on mountain roads, only to hear the sound of clothes behind her, and the pursuers are already close in front of her.

"I can't die, I still have to avenge my senior brother!" Xia Xueqing shouted wildly in her heart, and her pace sped up a few points, not wanting to tripped over the rocks again because of the rugged mountain road.

"My life is on hold, senior brother, I'm here to accompany you!"

Xia Xueqing sighed in her heart, and was about to draw her neck when she raised her sword, but suddenly heard Wang Ke's voice behind her: "Jiang Ba is dead, do you still have to resist?"

The four bandits also hurriedly looked back, only to see that no one was standing except Wang Ke, and the other four wounded companions were crying loudly in front of a corpse, and they were immediately frightened.

A bandit gritted his teeth and shouted, "Avenge the boss, kill that little girl first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could take a step, he heard Wang Ke's cold voice coming: "If you dare to touch a hair of her, no one will want to go back alive today! After killing all of you, I will immediately kill Chiyun Village and kill your entire family!"

Wang Ke was covered with blood all over his body, and his face was hideous, like a Shura who had been killed from hell, and they were suddenly so frightened that they didn't dare to move another step.

Seeing that the other party was frightened by himself, Wang Ke breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then said: "There is a wrong, there is a debtor, and the cause of today's incident is all on the person who asked you to kill me." I swear by the spirit of the newly buried Master in the heavens, if you retreat now, I will not pursue it!"

When the four of them heard Wang Ke's previous words, they felt quite reasonable, they didn't have any grudges with Wang Ke, and the assassination of him today was completely entrusted by others, otherwise they would never have lost their troops and generals, and even the boss had explained here.

Listening to Wang Ke's oath in the name of his master again, the people of Zhongzhou swore again, their hearts were even more relaxed, they looked at each other, and retreated to the side together, the sword in their hands still vigilant.

The big stone in Wang Ke's heart finally fell to the ground, and he sped up a little faster. Xia Xueqing also understood what was going on, and hurriedly got up to meet her.

Seeing Wang Ke covered in blood, Xia Xueqing's tears welled up again, she ran two steps forward and asked with concern, "Senior brother, how are you?"

Wang Ke laughed loudly and said, "Senior sister, don't worry, even if there are ten or eight more, Senior Brother will still be able to kill!" he said and put his hand on Xia Xueqing's waist and took her over.

Xia Xueqing saw that Wang Ke was messing around again, and she was about to be annoyed, but she felt that her senior brother's whole person was pressing on her, and her face suddenly changed.

"Senior sister, keep smiling and don't be nervous. Wang Ke said imperceptibly.

Only then did Xia Xueqing know that Wang Ke had reached the end of the crossbow, and he was just bluffing just now. She held back her shyness, reached out to wrap her arms around Wang Ke's waist, and used her body to support him.

When the four bandits saw that the two of them were not ashamed to show their affection in person, they felt that Wang Ke still had the strength to fight, so they didn't dare to stay any longer, and quickly ran up the mountain to meet their injured companions.

Only then did Wang Ke exhale heavily, and said in a low voice: "Senior sister help me to sit down over there and bandage me." ”

Xia Xueqing helped Wang Ke to sit down on the stone on the side of the road, untied his filial piety clothes, and revealed the wound on his back.

Looking at the two half-foot-long wounds, Xia Xueqing burst into tears again and said, "Senior brother, it's all my fault, if I had escaped earlier, you would definitely not have been so seriously injured." ”

Wang Ke put the steel knife on his knee and comforted: "It has nothing to do with you, since they are here for me, they must know about your existence, and even if you escape, they will divide their troops to arrest you." That Jiang Ba is really powerful, if it weren't for luck, I really wouldn't be able to kill him. ”

Xia Xueqing tore Wang Ke's filial piety clothes open, and asked while bandaging the wounds: "Senior brother, he said that it wasn't Shao Shuai who looked for them, so who should it be?"

Wang Ke shook his head and said, "I don't know, but even if it wasn't Shao Shuai looking for them, they would definitely have nothing to do with him." ”

As she spoke, Xia Xueqing had already finished bandaging, and the bandits on the mountainside also buried the bodies of their companions, and then moved them to the future, and then helped their injured companions to leave.

Wang Ke's gaze followed them until their figures disappeared into the dense forest again.

He didn't ask who was behind the scenes, first, he was worried that these people would not say it because of their righteousness, and second, I was afraid that only Jiang Ba knew about this kind of secret matter. Rather than asking about the incident, it is better not to ask at all.

After a battle, Wang Ke was injured and out of strength, and he could no longer walk, so he sat with Xia Xueqing and gossiped casually.

After another pillar of incense, the most daring of the fleeing men dared to run out and snoop, and when they saw that the bandits had gone, they hurried back to call the others.

The funeral procession reassembled, except for Wang Ke and Xia Xueqing, and everyone speculated that they had been killed. After passing through the battlefield on the mountainside, I saw the dark red blood all over the ground, and my heart was more certain, and I sighed again.

The apprentices were all depressed, thinking that they would have to switch to other martial arts halls, and their hearts were depressed. Several of Wang Yong's sons and nephews quietly got together and discussed privately what to do with the Nanxiang Martial Arts Pavilion, and regarded it as their own private property.

Suddenly, a hearty voice came from the foot of the mountain: "You guys are too slow, I'm almost tired of waiting." ”