Chapter 8 Eighth showdown moment

When he woke up, Sun Jian was still very tired. After all, he is not an iron man, not to mention that the woman sleeping next to him is particularly unbearable. He decided to stay here for two more days until the woman begged for mercy.But at this moment, a very strange sound suddenly sounded outside the window, like the flute of a snake charmer, three short and one long, and then three long and one short, and it stopped after two rings. Sun Jian immediately recognized that this was the signal for the old man to summon urgently. If he didn't go back immediately after hearing this signal, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

No one had such courage, not even Sun Jian. He immediately jumped up from the bed and put on his shoes first. He dared to rush out naked, but not with bare feet. Asking him to walk barefoot was like killing him. His whole body is like iron, but his feet are tender.The woman on the bed turned over, opened her sleepy eyes and grabbed him, and said, "What? You want to leave now?" Sun Jian said: "Yes." The woman said: "Are you willing to leave?...Even if you are willing to leave, I will not let you go." The answer she got was a slap. Sun Jian didn't like women who would pester him.

When the sun rose, Sun Jian had galloped two hundred miles away. He was full of anxiety. The old man had not sent such an urgent signal for many years, and he couldn't guess what it was for this time. There are cake sellers, meat sellers, and wine sellers on the roadside. Although he was hungry and thirsty, he would never stop. The old man is not only his father, but also his friend. He is willing to die for the old man at any time. Few things in the world could stop him. The rising sun shines on the hot road, and the broken stones look like they have just been fished out of the stove.

The sun in autumn is sometimes more poisonous than in summer. Sun Jian took off his hat and wiped his sweat. Although he could still support, the horse had already slowed down. The horse was not as strong as him, and he did not run for two or three hours non-stop, and no one whipped him on him. He was about to find a place to change his horse, when suddenly someone by the side of the road threw something over, it was a stone, a stone wrapped in paper. There are words on paper! "Do you want to know who tried to kill the old man?" Sun Jian reined in his horse, and at the same time swooped up from the horse, turning over in the air.

He found that there were many people under the tree beside the road, and everyone looked at him with wide eyes in surprise. He didn't know who threw the stone, and was about to ask, when he saw a very familiar face. He recognized immediately that the man belonged to the dog group. The dog group has the fewest people, but everyone's Qinggong is not too weak, and they are all good at tracking. Sun Jian waved and called this person over. Of course this person also recognized Sun Jian. Sun Jian said in a deep voice, "Who are you staring at?" Although this person didn't want to reveal his mission, he also knew Sun Jian's violent temper.

What's more, he is none other than the old man's son. The man had no choice but to glance under the tree diagonally opposite. Sun Jian followed his gaze and saw Xiao He. Xiao He sat under the tree, slowly chewing a piece of oil cake rolled with beef. Although it was not easy to bite like this, he only had one hand. No matter how anxious he was to go back, it was impossible to perform lightness kung fu on the road in broad daylight. Besides, he was too thirsty, too hungry, and too tired. Fortunately, the silver in the bag has not been confiscated yet, and I was about to hire an empty car, and had a good sleep in the car, and when I woke up, I was already in Happy Forest.

He is not afraid of being followed, because he escaped by virtue of his ability, even if the old man had already noticed that he had escaped, even if he sent someone to chase him immediately, it would never be so fast. He thought the escape was wonderful. "They actually thought I was drunk, and left me in the house without any precautions. Now they should know what I'm capable of!" People who are scheming are often naive. Cunning and maturity are two different things. Xiao He was so proud that he almost smiled. Before he could laugh, he saw a person walking towards him.

He had never seen such a strong and energetic person, even the road seemed to be crushed by him, especially his pair of eyes, like two burning flames. Whoever is looked at by those eyes must feel uneasy. Xiao He bit off a piece of beef patty, but forgot to chew it.This person walked straight up to him, stared at him, and said word by word: "My surname is Sun, and my name is Sun Jian!" Xiao He's face immediately changed, and the meat and cakes in his hand fell off. He already knew that this was the person he was looking for—if he hadn't harbored malice towards the old man, how could he turn pale when he heard his name.

"Whoever is rude to the old man will die!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Sun Jian's mouth. Xiao He had already seen the fierce light in his day, so he jumped up suddenly, and cut Sun Jian's throat with one hand. His martial arts are basically the same as Meng Xinghun's, ruthless, accurate, and fast. This kind of martial arts rarely leaves room for others to fight back. Too bad he wasn't fast enough. It is easy to be accurate, and easy to be ruthless, but the word "quick" is very difficult and subtle. The difference between them is almost an instant, but this instant can often determine life and death.

Who doesn't know how fast they are? No one dares to think that he is the fastest, fast, there is no limit, you are fast, there are still people faster than you, even if you are the fastest now, there must be someone faster than you in the future. Xiao He never knew how fast he was. Now he knows. Sun Jian didn't dodge, just swung his fist to meet Xiao He's hand. Xiao He immediately heard the sound of his bones breaking, but he didn't cry out, because Sun Jian's other hand had already struck him head-on, sealing his mouth. His mouth and teeth were smashed immediately, but blood spurted out from his nose, like two blood arrows.

Everyone on the side of the road was stupefied with fright, their faces pale. No one has ever seen such a strong and ruthless character, let alone such a powerful, yet so direct and simple boxing technique. Everyone watched with great enthusiasm, but only one person was secretly laughing in his heart. Boss Gao must also be secretly laughing. Everything that happened here had already been calculated by her, and she couldn't help admiring herself. Thinking of Xiao He's experience, although she couldn't help but feel a little regretful. But this kind of man deserves neither sympathy nor love. She decided to forget him as soon as possible, the sooner the better. She didn't have such a hard heart at first, but now she found that if a person wants to do things and live better than others, he has to harden his heart, the harder the better. The effect of desire and wealth on a person is like that of vinegar on water. The water with vinegar will definitely turn sour. With desire and wealth, a person will soon change. Sun Jian threw Xiao He to the ground heavily, like a coolie dropping a sack from him. The sack stood upright, and Xiao He's back vertebra was broken into seven pieces, and his whole body was as limp as an empty sack. The old man looked at his son quietly, with no expression on his face. Lu Xiangchuan couldn't help secretly worrying about Sun Jian, he knew that when the old man showed no expression, he was usually angry. Sun Jian's face was full of complacency, and he said: "I have captured this man back." The old man said, "Where did you find him?" Sun Jiandao: "On the way." The old man said: "There are many people on the road, why don't you catch them all?" Sun Jian was startled, and said: "I know this person wants to harm you, and he escaped from here." The old man said: "How do you know?" Sun Jiandao: "Someone told me." The old man said: "Who?" Sun Jian handed over the paper wrapped with stones. After the old man finished reading, there was still no expression on his face, and he said slowly: "I just ask you, has anyone escaped from here?" Sun Jian said: "No." The old man said: "If someone really escaped from here, what kind of person would it be?" Sun Jiandao: "Of course it is a very powerful character." The old man said: "A powerful character like that, do you have the ability to knock him down with one punch?" Sun Jian was stunned. He suddenly realized that Xiao He really wasn't such a powerful character.He suddenly found himself being used by others.He just hoped that the old man would scold him and beat him up, just like he did when he was a child, then he would feel better. But the old man ignored him. Ignoring him is also a punishment. For him, this kind of punishment is more uncomfortable than anything else. The old man turned to Ritsu Kagawa and said, "Although he did this stupidly, it cannot be said that it is completely useless." Ritsu Kagawa kept her mouth shut. He knew that under such circumstances, it was best for no one to intervene between his father and son. What's more, he already understood the intention of the old man. The old man was trying to provoke Sun Jian on purpose. Although Sun Jian lost his mind when he was provoked, even the old man couldn't help but secretly startled when he saw the power of that anger. Few people in the world could resist that kind of power. The old man must have done this because of what happened this morning—— In the morning, King Wanpeng sent four boxes. There is one living person and four dead people in the four boxes. Every corpse has been mutilated beyond recognition, but Ritsu Kagawa can still recognize them as Wenhu, Wenbao, Wu Laodao, and Dai Dai, who is completely naked and covered in bruises. Xiao Wu was packed in the same box as Dai Dai's. Although he was still alive, every joint on his body had been crushed. He only hated himself why he didn't die sooner, to watch his wife being tortured and humiliated. When he opened the box, the old man saw his eyes. His eyeballs almost protruded completely, staring at the old man like a dead fish. No one can describe the grief and anger contained in those eyes. Although the old man has seen countless dead people in his life, he still feels a chill rising from the soles of his feet at this moment, and cold sweat is already dripping from his palms. Ritsu Kagawa couldn't help but vomit. He couldn't help but admire the old man, because the old man could still look Xiao Wu straight in the eyes, and said word for word: "I will definitely avenge you." Hearing these seven words, Xiao Wu's eyes suddenly closed. He knew that what the old man said would never count. Now, thinking of those five faces, Ritsu Kagawa still couldn't help but vomit. The old man said: "At least he can prove that this man surnamed He was definitely not sent by King Wanpeng." Ritsu Kagawa nodded. The old man said: "King Wanpeng has already pointed at my nose and shouted. If this person is sent by him, he doesn't need to kill people to silence him." Lu Xiangchuan was already surprised and suspicious, if this man was not sent by King Wanpeng to assassinate, who sent him? He couldn't imagine that the old man had such a fierce and daring enemy. The old man suddenly sighed, and said, "We could have found that person, but it's a pity..." He gave Sun Jian a cold look, and slowly continued: "It's a pity that some people pretended to be smart and missed a big deal." The blue veins on Sun Jian's forehead had burst out one by one. Lu Xiangchuan pondered: "We can still find out who that person is slowly." The old man said: "That's for the future, now we will use all our strength to deal with King Wanpeng!" Sun Jian couldn't help but shouted loudly: "I'll go!" The old man sneered and said, "What are you going to do? He is sitting at home waiting for you to die!" Sun Jian lowered his head and clenched his fists. People outside the door could hear the joints of his whole body making noises. The old man said: "He wants us to go, but we will not go. If he can wait, we have to wait better than him. If he wants to provoke us again, he will definitely do something." Lu Xiangchuan said: "Yes." The old man said, "What do you think his next move will be?" Ritsu Kagawa seemed to be in deep thought. He knows when to be smart and when to be dumb. The old man said: "Tomorrow is the day when Tie Chenggang sacrificed for his brother. King Wanpeng thinks that some of us must go to the mountain to pay homage, and we must be prepared to do something there, but we must make him rush." Before he finished speaking, Sun Jian turned his head and walked out. The old man still ignored him, and Ritsu Kagawa was still thinking. After a long time, the old man said slowly: "Have you made all the arrangements on the mountain?" Lu Xiangchuan said: "The coffin bearers, grave diggers, drummers, and Taoist priests who recite scriptures are all replaced by our people. Now we are not afraid of anything else, but we are afraid that King Wanpeng will not move." The old man said: "Sun Jian will definitely find a way to make him move." Lu Xiangchuan said: "When they saw Sun Jian there, they had to move." The old man said: "Wanpeng King is not going to make a move in person this time, so I am not going to show up." Li Xiangchuan said: "I want to go and have a look." The old man said decisively: "You can't go, as long as they see you, they will definitely guess that we have taken precautions, let alone..." His gaze slowly turned to Xiao He who was still in a coma, and said, "You have other things to do." Lu Xiangchuan said: "Yes." The old man said: "Let me deal with King Wanpeng. You try your best to find out who is the master of him. No matter what method you use, you must not let the third person know." Lu Xiangchuan was staring at Xiao He, and slowly said: "As long as this person does not die, I have a solution." He continued with a thoughtful expression, "Of course I will never let him die." Tie Chenggang is barefoot in sackcloth and dressed in heavy filial piety. He has not recovered from his injuries, but he is very energetic. The most strange thing is that he does not seem to have any sad expression. In front of him was the corpse and coffin of his living and dead brother. He had been watching quietly, but there was no tear in his eyes, but he looked extremely calm and firm. There were not many people who came to pay their respects, and there were already many people offended by the "Seven Warriors", but Tie Chenggang didn't pay attention to it, and didn't care whether it was more or less. He never took his eyes off the coffin. In the middle of the day, the autumn wind carried a chilling chill. Tie Chenggang turned around suddenly, faced the crowd, and said slowly: "My brother was murdered and wronged, but I ran away, like a dog." He cuts to the chase without a word of gratitude or mourning, but what exactly does he mean?But no one knows.So everyone listened quietly. Tie Chenggang continued: "I ran away not because I was afraid of death, but because I had to wait until today, when their grievances were wiped out today, and I have no reason to live anymore—" Before he could finish his sentence, he had already drawn out his knife. The thin, sharp knife cut his own throat! The transition was too fast; too fast to be expected, too fast to be prepared for. Blood splattered, his body was still standing upright, and it took a long time before it fell down, on top of his brother's coffin. When he fell, everyone cried out in surprise. Some people flinched back, while others rushed forward. Only Sun Jian remained motionless, standing among the crowd. He saw four people being thrown and bumped into him, but they still didn't move. The four of them suddenly drew out their knives at the same time. The four knives stabbed at Sun Jian from four directions. They were already very close to Sun Jian, but now the blade almost touched Sun Jian's clothes. Sun Jian suddenly swung his fist! When he hit one person's face with his fist, his elbow hit another person's face at the same time. With one swing of his fist, all four fell down. The sackcloth of more than two dozen people is also on the right arm. The four faces were bloody and bloody, and their faces could not be distinguished at all. In the crowd, someone suddenly called loudly: "Pay attention to the sackcloth on your right arm." Most of the people who come to hang sacrifices have white linen wrapped around their arms, and most people usually tie the linen around their left arms.The sackcloth of these four was on the right arm. With the sound of shouting, the crowd suddenly dispersed, leaving only these twenty or so people standing in the center. Sun Jian stood in the middle of these twenty or so people. When the cries stopped, the coffin bearers, grave diggers, drummers, and Taoist chanting scriptures rushed towards these twenty people at the same time, and each of them had a knife in their hand. The screams of these twenty or so people were almost at the same time. If you haven't heard it with your own ears, you will never imagine how terrible the sound is when more than twenty people scream at the same time. If you hear it with your own ears, you will never forget it forever. There were only three people left, and they hadn't fallen yet. These three people were the closest to Sun Jian, and others didn't attack them, obviously they were going to leave it to Sun Jian. Sun Jian stared at them. The clothes of these three people were drenched in cold sweat in an instant, as if they had just been picked up from the water. One of them bent down suddenly, and there was a burst of pungent stench in the wind. His trousers were already wet, so he simply knelt down, wept bitterly, and said, "I'm not, I'm not one of them..." Before he finished speaking, a person beside him suddenly swung a knife and chopped off his neck. When his head rolled far away, there were still tears in his eyes! The other was completely petrified. The man wielding the knife shouted sharply: "If you die, you will die. There is nothing special about it." He turned his hand and turned the knife to his neck. Sun Jian made a sudden move and pinched his wrist. His wrist bones were immediately crushed, the knife fell to the ground, and tears flowed down his cheeks. He hissed, "I don't even want to die?" Sun Jian said: "No." The man's face has been deformed by fear and pain, he struggled and said, "What do you want?" Sun Jian's mouth did not answer, but his hands did. His hands kept on crushing every joint in this man's body in an instant. Then he turned to the man who was stupefied with fright, and said word by word: "Take this man back and tell King Wanpeng, what he did to us, we will definitely pay him back tenfold!" Although this battle was a complete victory, the anger in Sun Jian's chest did not abate because of it. He was surprised that this battle was extremely important, but King Wanpeng didn't know why he didn't send the main force. Blood had seeped into the soil, and the corpse had gradually stiffened. The people sent by the old man are cleaning up the battlefield.Sun Jian walked towards Tie Chenggang slowly. Although Tie Chenggang had fallen on the coffin, in his feeling, he seemed to be standing forever, and standing very straight. This is his friend, and he deserves to be his friend. Although Tie Chenggang is dead, his heroism will live forever in the martial arts world. Sun Jian suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes, and he knelt down slowly. He had never bowed his knees to anyone in his life, neither the living nor the dead could make him bow his knees. But now he is willing to kneel down, because only in this way can he show his respect. The wind is blowing, and it keeps blowing. A dark cloud covered the moonlight, and the world immediately became more chill and cold. Sun Jian closed his eyes and mourned silently. Just as he closed his eyes, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance from his nostrils. The aroma unexpectedly came from the coffin that Tie Cheng had just laid down on. The blue veins on Sun Jian's forehead suddenly popped up again, he punched hard, the coffin was shattered, and there was an exclamation from inside the coffin. A sword pierced out of the shattered coffin with an exclamation. Sun Jian wanted to dodge, but his whole body suddenly became weak, and his limbs no longer listened to his command. With a flash of sword light, it pierced through his chest and pierced through his back. Blood splashed out along with the tip of the sword. His blood, like everyone else's, was bright red. His eyes protruded angrily, still staring at the man holding the sword, blood flowed from the corner of his cracked eye, and flowed down his twisted cheek. The person holding the sword succeeded in one blow, and if he fled immediately, there was still time, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of Sun Jian's face from the corner of his eye, and immediately couldn't help shivering, and let go of his hands softly. When he was in shock, he saw sword lights flying all over the sky. The chaotic knife chopped him into meat sauce. No one made a sound, no one moved. Even breathing has completely stopped. Everyone looked at Sun Jian's body helplessly, and felt cold fingertips and cold toes, and felt cold sweat slowly flowing down the back, as if there was a snake crawling on the back. Sun Jian is really dead!Such a strong man would die just like everyone else. No one believes it, but they have to believe it. No one dared to carry his body back to the old man. "Where did the man in the coffin come from, and how did he hide in the coffin?" This is impossible. This funeral car has been replaced by the old man's people up and down. One of them suddenly raised his gaze from Sun Jian's body, and stared at the two people opposite him. These two people came to carry the coffin. Everyone stared at them immediately, and every pair of eyes was full of anger and hatred. The two people's bodies were shaking so much that even their joints seemed to be loose, they suddenly shouted at the same time: "It wasn't our idea, it was..." At this moment, a majestic and loud voice shouted: "Kill!" The old man stood like a stone statue. There was a wooden box in front of him, and what lay in the box was the body of his beloved son. The sword remained on the chest. He knew his son very well, and he never believed that anyone in the world could stab a sword into his chest head-on. Who stabbed this sword? Who has such great ability? What happened on the mountain? No one knows that none of the people who went to the mountain are still alive. The old man stood quietly, his face still expressionless. Suddenly, he burst into tears. Ritsu Kagawa lowered his head. He had never seen the old man before, but now, he dared not.For a man like the old man to shed tears, the sight is not only tragic but terrible. The old man's heart was almost torn to shreds, and he has never been wrong in judgment for many years. He's only been wrong once over the years. This only mistake killed his only son, but until now, he still doesn't know where the mistake happened! So the same mistake may happen again in the future. Thinking of this, his whole body became stiff. His tissue was originally extremely dense, as perfect as an egg, but now there is a gap in the tissue, even if the gap is as big as a pinhole, it can still make the egg white and egg yolk flow out. The egg is empty, and if not broken, becomes worthless. He would have sacrificed everything to find out where the gap was, but he couldn't. Dusk is coming, no one lights a lamp, everyone has been absorbed into the dark shadows, everyone may have caused the gap. There was almost only one person he could completely trust. He turned abruptly and gave a brief order. "Go find Han Tang!"