"Brother Zhang's name is well-known. If we talk about young heroes, Brother Zhang is obviously far better than me. However, today's matter is serious, so I have to come and ask for advice." "Brother Ding, it's serious." After saying that, Zhang Hu slightly bowed his steps, waved his palms slightly like a tiger pounce, and said the word "please", and he was already alert and alert, as if facing a great enemy. Ding Tao also returned the greeting, stepping on the old root step, locking the ground tightly, pushing the Bagua palm with his hands, and guarding his whole body. His eyes swept from Zhang Hu up and down, and he saw that Zhang Hu's steps were steady, like the pillars of a thousand-jin cauldron, his hands holding the wind, like giant claws that could crush gold and stone, his body was as big as a tiger or bear, and his momentum was as heavy as Mount Tai. Although Ding Tao was born great, he was like dry firewood compared to him. With such a posture, if he fought with fists and feet, he would be at a disadvantage. Wang Tianyou was also worried about his good friend off the stage. The sun set and the moon rose, and the stars spread over the earth, illuminating the top of the mountain. There were more and more torches, and the flying stars were shining in all directions, illuminating the surroundings red. Although Zhang Hu had the upper hand, he did not relax at all. He said loudly, "I have heard that the leg technique of the Lianshan School can hit as far as a whip and as hard as a hammer. It is a great honor to fight with Brother Ding." "So do I." The two of them swam on the stage, but they always kept a certain distance. Zhang Hu tried not to be forced into a dead end by his leg technique, but he wanted to get close to knock Ding Tao down with the mountain-splitting palm, or to grab Ding Tao with the grappling hand to win. Ding Tao wanted to try to hit Zhang Hu's weakness with his leg technique without being suddenly approached by Zhang Hu. So the two of them swam back and forth, trying out moves and throwing stones to test each other. The two of them stepped on the stage with the reincarnation step, turning around, just like two dragons playing with a pearl, and two tigers fighting. They used three-tenths of their strength to keep seven-tenths of their strength. Although it was not as fierce as before, it was ten times more dangerous than before. You have to know that in a fight between masters, a difference of one move can make the difference between life and death. Ding Tao was alone, like Wu Song fighting a tiger. Although Zhang Hu was strong, he was afraid of a hungry wolf. So they both held back their strength, but tried their best to find the opponent's flaws and familiarize themselves with each other's moves. After a few moments, Ding Tao took the lead and said, "Be careful!" Then he kicked Zhang Hu's forehead with a high kick. Zhang Hu blocked with his hand. The fists and feet hit each other. There was a "beep". Ding Tao flicked his right foot lightly, and Zhang Hu also turned his wrist. It was obvious that both sides were in pain. After one move, there was another one. Ding Tao kicked his left foot and hit his right leg directly. However, Zhang Hu's right leg was really strong, so he let him kick. He quickly approached and chopped with both hands. These palms were like the momentum of opening a mountain and the power of crushing stones. It seemed to turn into dragon claws to lock Ding Tao's shoulders. Ding Tao understood clearly in his heart. When Zhang Hu approached him, he fell down and used his hands as feet. He shot out his right foot like an arrow and kicked Zhang Hu in the face. Zhang Hu saw this and tried to grab the right foot with his hands, but he didn't expect that he had already fallen into the trap. Ding Tao's left foot had been withdrawn at this time and kicked out from under the right foot like a chain of swords. The position of the left foot was clever, just not visible to Zhang Hu. The situation was urgent. Zhang Hu had no time to think about it. The left hand that grabbed the right foot was kicked away by the left foot that came later. Before he could scream in pain, the right foot had already kicked past the right claw and pointed directly at his face. As soon as he groaned, he was kicked hard in the face, which only bent Zhang Hu's face a little and twisted in the firelight. It was very scary. Zhang Hu retreated in pain. How could Ding Tao miss such a good opportunity? He kicked several times in a row, all using the essence of the 32-way Lianshan leg technique of the Lianshan School. He kicked at the legs, chest, head and other vital parts. Although Zhang Hu felt pain, he still tried his best to protect his head and other vital parts. He relied on his strong body to withstand Ding Tao's continuous attacks. The changes in this instant were too fast. Everyone was distracted. The Eight Tribes also shot some worried eyes. Although Zhang Hu was strong, the parts where he was hit were the weak parts of his body. No matter how he trained, the weak parts of the human body are still weak parts. Zhang Hu knew this very well. Although his face and other parts were in great pain, he still tried his best to think of ways to break through. Although Zhang Hu felt pain, Ding Tao was even more miserable. Although the continuous kicks had worked, Ding Tao's legs were not made of iron, so they were naturally more painful. You should know that Ding Tao has been practicing leg techniques since he was young. He always kicks an old vine tree in Lianshan. Although this tree is short, only a few feet tall, it is extremely tough. I don’t know how many disciples of Lianshan have fallen under this tree. Ding Tao has been practicing since he was young. Now this kick can break doors and knock down trees, but it seems nothing happened when he kicks Zhang Hu. When Zhang Hu was kicked in the face by Ding Tao, Ding Tao thought that this kick would almost knock Zhang Hu unconscious, but he was still standing there. Although the leg techniques of Lianshan are continuous and powerful, it is still difficult to make any achievements in the face of the absolute physical gap. Even so, Ding Tao also knows in his heart that Zhang Hu is not steel, and it will naturally hurt when he is hit. Now it has changed from how to find the weakness in Zhang Hu’s huge body to who can endure the pain more. With determination in his heart, his offensive is even more fierce. Although his legs are painful, he persists in his heart, sweat and tears are mixed, and blood clots gradually come out. Seeing the attack getting more fierce, Zhang Hu tried to get close to him but was always stopped by his kick. Ding Tao was much smaller than Zhang Hu, and the weight difference was so big. How could he resist Zhang Hu's attack? Zhang Hu already had the answer in his mind, knowing that he would lose if he continued like this. He had to give it a try. As long as he was fast enough, he could turn the tables by letting the splitting palm hit or grab his legs. Thinking about it, he tried to grab or chop with his palm. After three attempts, he failed to grab his legs, but his face was injured and he almost fell to the ground. Zhang Hu was so ashamed and angry that he shouted loudly. Ding Tao kicked him but it seemed like he kicked an iron plate and steel armor. He heard a "crack" and almost fell to the ground. He limped and stood, obviously his left leg was broken. Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound! Wang Tianyou wanted to fly onto the stage but was stopped by others, so he had to swallow his tears. Everyone saw Zhang Hu's twisted face gradually become normal, and the bruises on his body gradually disappeared, but the broken skin was still bleeding. His whole body seemed to be steaming with true energy. Someone said in surprise: "Unbeatable Tiger Cliff Kung Fu!" Although most people didn't know what kind of martial arts this Unbeatable Tiger Cliff Kung Fu was, seeing the ugly faces of the leaders, they thought it was obviously a very terrible martial arts. They couldn't help but want to ask why. At this time, Zhang Hu was very angry. Zhang Hu's face was fierce, gritting his teeth, and he moved forward to grab the lame Ding Tao, pressed him to the ground, and raised his right palm to hit him. This series of changes was so fast that it scared the female disciples of the righteous way to scream. Zhang Hu's palm was about to chop down, but Wang Tianyou suddenly flashed over and pushed him, causing Zhang Hu to take a step back. Zhang Hu was even more furious, screaming and rushing up like a madman. Wang Tianyou only cared about picking up his friend who fell to the ground, turned around and was about to step down, with murderous intent in his eyes. Suddenly, a shout of "Stop!" He Long came quickly, grabbed Zhang Hu's left palm, pressed several acupuncture points on his body, took out a carved porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a peanut-sized pill and force-fed it into Zhang Hu's mouth. "Brother! Um..." Although Zhang Hu was furious, he still took the pill, and the surging true energy in his body disappeared, and he followed He Long to step down from the stage. Suddenly, the top of the mountain was like a busy city, with noisy and crying. Some people were even trying to incite the crowd to attack, and for a while, the righteous path was in chaos. After Wang Tianyou settled his friends, he flew his sword up from the ground and fell straight down. With a "du", it was inserted into the stage, three feet into the wood. Wang Tianyou flew onto the stage and slammed heavily on the stage with a "dong", and his footprints also sank into the stage for an inch. The crowd below the stage was noisy: some were arguing, some were fanning the flames, some were making indirect accusations, some were making sarcastic remarks, some were sobbing, some were sighing, and some were worried. Shocked by the loud noise, everyone was silent and motionless. Wang Tianyou looked around and swept through everyone one by one, just like a sharp blade, making some demons and monsters appear and bow their heads, and like a ray of early sun, giving some people warmth and comfort. Looking at He Long, Wang Tianyou slowly said, "Brother He, please!" The three words were said with a firm and decisive look. Although he saw Zhang Hu severely injure his best friend and even wanted to take his life, Wang Tianyou no longer had any anger or hatred at this time. He Long, who was standing aside, glanced at his brothers without saying a word, and then slowly said, "No need, we lost." Upon hearing this, the heroes of the righteous path were all excited, only Wang Tianyou showed a trace of loneliness in his expression. "I wanted to take this opportunity to make us understand each other, Zhou Rong and I are reconciled, but..." Wang Tianyou was speechless, and could only say in his heart: "I'm sorry, Brother He. I'm sorry, Brother Ding. I'm sorry, Brother Qiu." Du Jian said, "Brother! Why?" "If you lose, you lose, let's go." Du Jian was unwilling to say more, and the others were even more silent, and they were about to leave with He Long. At this time, Wang Tianyou said loudly: "Brother He, after today's competition, I hope that all brothers can laugh off their grudges and no longer care about them." He Long did not say anything else, and walked away silently. The Sword God was generous throughout his life and was the best in skills, but he was just a young man after all. Too many wishful thinking will eventually be worn away by the wheel of time. In his opinion, he messed up everything today. But he didn't know that things would get worse. Sword God, you have to pay the price for your naivety. But this price, perhaps, is too heavy.