Give you a spring

"You are that Yao Bu'er?" He Zhou glanced back and spoke calmly.

"Yes," Yao Bu'er said, "I think you Daqi people didn't find me in the barracks yesterday, so you must not give up. I didn't expect to come again tonight."

"You are very skilled," He Zhou said in a neutral tone, even being able to hide in the tent all the time without being discovered by him.

"It's not good, how can I kill you?" Yao Bu'er raised his voice, his previously calm tone changed, and the knife in his hand immediately stabbed forward!

He Zhou leaped forward and turned around to avoid his attack. It was too dark in the tent, he and Yao Bu'er couldn't see anything, but the top experts could still act as usual even when they couldn't see.

Yao Bu'er stared at him sternly, these damn Daqi people killed thousands of his brothers last night, this revenge, let this person who broke into his barracks recklessly pay back first!

He threw away the dagger in his hand, squatted down slightly, and put his hands in order.

He Zhou listened carefully, "Bare hands?"

Yao Bu'er kept silent and rushed towards him.

"Coincidentally, this is what I'm best at," He Zhou continued without a trace of fear in his eyes.

Yao Bu'er's hands moved extremely fast, her legs were very steady, and every punch she punched He Zhou was full of strength, and the style of punching was fierce.However, He Zhou was no worse than him, blocking every move of the opponent. Seeing this, Yao Bu'er immediately raised his leg to kick the opponent, so He Zhou slapped his calf, and then he raised his leg and leaned forward, kicked him hard in the face.

Yao Bu'er retreated sharply, He Zhou quickly retracted his legs, and rushed forward, first grabbed Yao Bu'er by the collar, and pulled him to his side, the other party's eyelids twitched, and then pulled out another A hidden weapon cut off his hand, He Zhou loosened his collar, clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched his chin down and close to his chest hard!

Yao Bu'er bumped into the wooden pole of the tent, He Zhou didn't allow him to have a chance to catch his breath, and immediately leaned over and pulled out a knife from his waist, and threw it at Yao Bu'er.

The sharp weapon collided and made a "jingling" sound. Yao Bu'er threw away the hidden weapon in his hand in time, and knocked down the knife that was coming and directly hit his vital gate.Two sharp weapons were deeply inserted under He Zhou's right foot.

Immediately afterwards, Yao Bu'er stood firm, took a breath and stepped forward. The two fought inextricably in the pitch-black tent.

He Zhou and Yao Bu'er's body skills are different. The opponent's fists are strong and powerful, and he uses ten to ten percent of his strength for each blow, while He Zhou uses softness to overcome rigidity. One attack at a time, seizing the opportunity, he raised his leg and kicked his calf hard.

Yao Bu'er was completely restrained by him, unable to use every move, he became more and more annoyed, shouted loudly and sped up his punches, his legs seemed to be walking some kind of special footwork, his eyes were fixed on He Zhou, his eyes There is an eerie light in it.

He approached step by step, forcing He Zhou half a foot away from the curtain of the tent, just as he was about to take it down in one fell swoop, he turned slightly sideways and clenched his fists with both hands, hitting the opponent's head.

However, it stopped in an instant, Yao Bu'er's pupils shrank, as if swallowing a live frog, and looked down in disbelief——

He Zhou was one step ahead of him and kicked him hard in the abdomen.

The strength of this leg was so strong that Yao Bu'er was so painful that he froze in place and lost his strength.

He Zhou kicked him in the chest again.

He actually kicked the person four or five zhang away, Yao Bu'er was in pain, and was about to grit his teeth and stand up, but the opponent flew over, knelt on his chest and abdomen, and drew out a big knife.

Yao Bu'er stared wide-eyed, subconsciously rolled over to hide.

However, it was too late, and the big knife slashed at his head.

"..."

He Zhou turned his face sideways, but was still splashed with blood.

He wiped his knife with Yao Bu'er's clothes in displeasure, wiped his face with his sleeve casually, and then walked out of the tent as if nothing had happened.

A bunch of soldiers surrounded him, all staring at him unkindly.

"what....."

There was still a little blood on the man's face, and he looked at them as if he was looking at a dead person, "Looking for your general? He's inside."