I practiced with a cheat

"Yes, you are scolding me!" Zhou Heng clapped his hands and laughed, looking at Chen Song, "I didn't expect that you are so self-aware?"

This Chen Song doesn't look very smart, but he was fooled by such a simple and low-level routine. How did he survive until now?

"Zhou Heng! You are back!"

Yu He shouted excitedly.

The other apprentices of Longxing Martial Arts School also became extremely excited.

The faces of the instructors who were originally pale were also glowing again.

Lin Cang breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally stopped struggling to support himself. He chose a posture that was not painful and lay down.

They had unknowingly regarded Zhou Heng as their backbone.

In this era of martial arts.

Strength is everything.

Those who were watching the excitement on the opposite street suddenly became energetic and their faces were flushed.

They had been watching Chen Song's unilateral crushing and felt aggrieved.

Now Zhou Heng is back!

It's an explosive turn of events!

"Fight! Fight!"

"Kill Chen Song, that bastard. He's too arrogant. I don't like him!"

"Ah! Zhou Heng is so handsome!"

"Kill that Chen Song!"

At this moment, the people in Longxing Martial Arts School seemed to be from Zuan, and they were all cursing.

"You!? Despicable!" Chen Song's face had turned the color of liver. He was shaking all over, and his hands holding the long sword were shaking. He gritted his teeth and said:

"You are Zhou Heng, it seems that you really hid before. What you said about leaving the city was all a lie. Now you come out, are you here to die?"

"To die? That's almost the same." Zhou Heng smiled, then his face turned cold, clapped his hands, and said: "Come on, everyone, play music, and bring the things up!"

As soon as the voice fell-

The sound of suona rang out.

This is the funeral music.

Then, four big men came out of the alley not far away. They were wearing black and white clothes, tall and strong, with dark skin, and carrying a large coffin on their shoulders.

Bang!

Accompanied by the music played during the funeral, the four big men who looked like black people put the coffin on their shoulders in front of Chen Song.

"Did you see it?" Zhou Heng pointed at the coffin and smiled, "This is for you, almost like sending you to die."

At this time, whether it was the people in Longxing Martial Arts Hall or the onlookers on the opposite street, they were all stunned, staring at Zhou Heng and the big coffin with wide eyes in disbelief.

Damn! ?

Can you still play like this?

But this is too arrogant!

This Chen Song is also very strong. Is Zhou Heng really so confident?

However, this kind of operation of sending a coffin in the street-

It is really shocking!

"Zhou Heng, do you really want to die?" Chen Song was so angry that veins on his forehead were exposed. He felt like there was a volcano in his body that was about to erupt at any time. His hand was tightly clenched on the knife, and the blade had already slightly come out of the sheath.

"Draw the knife." Zhou Heng hooked his finger at Chen Song, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and chuckled: "Don't suffocate yourself to death."

"Ahhhh!!" Chen Song seemed to be directly mad. With a roar, the blade in his hand was pulled out of the sheath like a silk thread.

Clang!

The blade vibrated!

This was the sound made by Chen Song's strong internal energy while swinging the knife, causing the blade to vibrate, which made the blade's attack more powerful!

Chen Song's strength was not weak. He was definitely a leader at the level of the eighth grade of martial arts. His knife skills were very exquisite. Once the moves were out, he would go straight to Zhou Heng's vitals.

His body movements were also very proficient. It can be seen that he had at least the perfect foundation of the ninth grade light body kung fu, and he also had a good eighth grade light body kung fu, and his speed was extremely fast.

Almost at the moment of drawing the knife, Chen Song had already arrived in front of Zhou Heng.

Such a lightning-fast attack far exceeded any of his attacks today. Many apprentices and ordinary people could not even see the trajectory of his movement and the way he drew the knife.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Song's knife had already chopped in front of Zhou Heng.

So strong!

Really so strong!!

This made the people in Longxing Martial Arts Hall shudder. At this moment, they fully realized that Chen Song's strength was absolutely strong!

This knife alone could crush most of the eighth-grade warriors in Huangtong Prefecture.

Fast!

Accurate!

Cruel!

These three words are easy to say, but extremely difficult to do. Chen Song's sudden attack, which seemed to be in a rage, achieved these three points.

"Zhou Heng, do you think I will really lose my mind because of your provocation?" Chen Song showed a smug smile on his face and sarcastically said, "You are too naive, I just did it for you! You were fooled! Take my knife!!"

Zhou Heng's expression did not change, he was still calm, and he drew out his waist knife at a very fast speed, horizontally in front of him, blocking Chen Song's knife.

Struggle!

The sound of metal clashing shook, and the two knives collided with each other.

Chen Song's knife was extremely strange, making Zhou Heng feel that the waist knife in his palm was constantly shaking, as if it was about to slip out of his hand, and it contained a very strong impact force. Just this block forced him to take a step back to relieve the force.

And Chen Song originally thought that he was an eighth-grade martial artist, with a strong internal energy, and his knife skills must be more exquisite than Zhou Heng. This knife must be difficult for the opponent to resist.

However, at the moment when the blades collided, he felt a strong force coming from Zhou Heng's sword, which slightly dispersed his internal energy and caused pain in his palm. He took three steps back before he could get rid of this huge and almost terrifying force.

This made him feel that what he had just slashed was not Zhou Heng's sword, but a mountain that was knocked open!

That force was too great!

And it was neither internal energy nor strength, but pure strength!

Damn it!

This Zhou Heng was actually born with supernatural power!

Chen Song's eyes suddenly became extremely solemn when he looked at Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng also frowned slightly.

This Chen Song's strength was not weak, and for him, he was even more difficult to deal with than Kong Chengshun who was on the list of people.

Because he did not have the sword-breaking style.

Kong Chengshun used a sword, and when he was bare-handed, he also relied on internal energy, so Zhou Heng could use the six-way plum-breaking hand that was integrated with the sword-breaking style and the qi-breaking style to crush the victory.

But Chen Song used a sword, and now Zhou Heng also used a sword.

As for swordsmanship, Zhou Heng doesn’t even know an eighth-grade swordsmanship.

The reason why Zhou Heng was confident in using his sword to fight back was because of the two basic attribute bonuses of “agility” and “huge strength”.

But if he continued to use the sword, Zhou Heng was sure that this battle would become extremely difficult.

Then he could only be shameless...

Bang!

Zhou Heng suddenly threw the waist knife in his hand to the ground.

Chen Song was stunned and said in astonishment: “Are you going to admit defeat?”

Yu He, Lin Cang and others, as well as those on the opposite street, were also stunned. What was going on?

“You are the one who should admit defeat.” Zhou Heng smiled and took out the gloves that he had asked the military blacksmith to make before, put them on his hands, and moved his fingers, “Go on.”

If you don’t have enough cultivation, you can make up for it with equipment!

Weapon-level gloves, combined with the seventh-grade martial arts ‘Six-Way Plum Hand’! !