Zhou Fu was shocked, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.
He lowered his body bit by bit on the tree trunk, not even daring to breathe.
Judging from Hou Rong's speed, this person's martial arts were very strong.
Just now, with a palm strike, he slapped a person's head into his chest and abdomen, and the head was still intact. The control of strength in this was very amazing.
From this, it could be seen that Hou Rong was not to be underestimated.
Even though the other party was injured, Zhou Fu did not want to take the risk.
He wanted to wait a little longer. Maybe a miracle would happen.
Hou Rong waited for a while, concentrating on listening to the surrounding sounds.
"Still not coming out?
If you don't come out, I'll leave. "
This time, Zhou Fu could see that this guy was acting.
"Hmm?
Is there really no one? "
Hou Rong frowned. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Puff ~
His right hand covered his left shoulder, and his face was full of pain.
His right knee bent, and he knelt down.
"Cough cough ~ What a good Ning Jun, even on the verge of death, if I didn't dodge quickly, I might have to go to the Bridge of Helplessness with you."
Huff ~ Huff ~
He was panting heavily, as if he was going to fall to the ground and die in the next second.
All of this was seen clearly by Zhou Fu on the tree.
Seeing Hou Rong like this, not only was he not excited, but he sneered in his heart: "Act, continue acting, I want to see how much more you have in your script!"
Hou Rong waited for a while, but the surroundings were still quiet.
He slowly stood up straight and took a step forward.
With a bang, he fell down and fell right next to Ning Jun's body.
"Huff ~ Huff ~ What bad luck!"
Hou Rong cursed in a low voice. He reached out and pushed Ning Jun's body aside, then leaned against the tree trunk.
These movements seemed to have consumed a lot of his physical strength.
Then, he reached into his arms and took out a piece of cloth.
He unfolded it.
"What kind of magic do you have?
So many people want to get you … "
Seeing the piece of cloth and Hou Rong's words, Zhou Fu's heart skipped a beat.
"Could this be the Chart of the Bright King?"
Thinking back to Huang Haoyun back then, he said that he had received a piece of cloth and dipped it in tea. When he took it, it revealed a map, which led to the incident at Guiyun Temple.
Hou Rong took the cloth and looked at it for a while. He didn't find anything wrong with it.
"Because of you, I've even sacrificed my life. What's so different about you?!
The City Lord Mansion protected you so well. I heard that Huang Jia of Heyang City was exterminated because of you.
Also, the devil-masked man is also looking for you. My Black Mountain Stronghold was also destroyed because of you. What exactly is so special about you? "
With his emotions stirred up, Hou Rong's arms began to exert force, tearing the cloth with both hands.
Something strange happened. Under the force of Hou Rong's arms, the cloth remained unscathed.
Hou Rong chuckled when he realized this. However, he looked as though he had gone mad.
"Haha! As expected, this is a treasure.
But that's not enough. You're definitely more than that. What else? What else?! "
Hou Rong's movements became crazier and crazier. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the cloth.
Suddenly.
Poof!
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Cough cough!"
Hou Rong coughed a few times. His face revealed a painful expression.
He looked like he was terminally ill and was about to die in the next second.
However, in the next moment, Hou Rong's eyes suddenly widened.
"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!"
Zhou Fu frowned. In his line of sight, he could only see Hou Rong's front. The "Chart of King Ming" just happened to have his back facing him.
"Really?"
He wasn't sure if Hou Rong was faking it or was just acting.
Hou Rong laughed for a while and then struggled to stand up.
Just as he was about to stand up with one hand on the tree trunk.
Zhou Fu took a deep breath. Since he knew that this person was a member of the Black Mountain Bandits and had the "Chart of King Ming", he definitely couldn't let him go.
Even though Hou Rong was acting at this time, Zhou Fu could clearly see that he was injured.
Ning Jun's last blow before his death had pierced through Hou Rong.
The blood that flowed out had soaked Hou Rong's back.
At this time, seeing Hou Rong standing up with the help of the tree trunk, Zhou Fu secretly said in his heart, "This is the time!"
Boom!
The internal strength that was originally slowly circulating instantly became turbulent.
Zhou Fu supported himself with both hands and his feet on the tree trunk. He turned over, formed a seal with both hands, and slapped towards Hou Rong's back.
"Hehe, as expected, you still made a move."
Hou Rong, who was facing the ground, smiled, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.
An unsheathed sword was not scary. What was scary was a sword that had not been unsheathed but was emitting a shocking killing intent.
Just as Zhou Fu was about to pounce, Hou Rong straightened his back, raised his head and said, "Little mouse, so you're here."
As he spoke, he raised his palms up.
Under the influence of the unique inner diameter, his hands turned crimson red.
"Blood Kill First Style, Charge!"
An astonishing killing intent soared into the sky. From bottom to top, it met Zhou Fu's palm print.
Boom!
Four hands collided.
A force exploded between the two of them.
The force of the rebound shook the dead branches and leaves on the ground, and the two of them also retreated.
"Damn, this person's cultivation is really terrifying."
After landing, Zhou Fu only felt that his arms were a little sore and numb.
He was very clear about how terrifying his strength was from that move just now.
On the other side, Hou Rong was not calm.
He originally thought that Zhou Fu, who was hiding in the dark, would not have a very high cultivation.
After all, seeing that he was so seriously injured, there was only one reason why he did not dare to make a move, and that was because his cultivation was limited.
Who knew that the first move of this fight would make his arms hurt so much, but he did not dare to show it.
"Hmph, boy, if that's all you've got, you can sleep here today!"
Hou Rong laughed grimly, but he was ready to turn around and run.
He placed the Chart of King Ming on his chest, and there was nothing left for him to stay here.
"Well, that's all I've got, but you can't leave either!"
Zhou Fu laughed. From the test just now, his opponent obviously could not cause him any harm.
Since that was the case, how could he let his opponent go?
"Thief, take another seal from your grandpa!"
Boom!
Dust flew under Zhou Fu's feet, and his internal strength exploded, creating a small pit on the ground.
His figure appeared in front of Hou Rong in an instant, and his hands formed a seal, raised high, and smashed down like a sledgehammer.
Zhou Fu's eyes widened, and his face was dignified.
With this move, the image of the Buddha in his mind seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
His lips opened slightly, and he said in a clear voice, "Suppress!"
An aura rose from Zhou Fu's body.
Just as Hou Rong was about to block it, the word 'suppress' caused his mind to shake violently. By the time he reacted, the seal had already descended.
"Bastard!"
Hou Rong's eyes were wide open. At this time, he no longer cared about the injuries in his body and crazily urged his internal strength.
"Sanguine Sixth Style, Backwater!"
However, he only had time to block his chest with his hands.
Bang!
A dull sound like a sledgehammer hitting a drum sounded.
A strong force passed through Hou Rong's internal strength, breaking his injured left arm and penetrating his internal organs.
He vomited blood and was sent flying, crashing into a tree trunk a few meters away.
Whoosh!
Several pieces of cloth flew, and one of them was very special. It was the Chart of King Ming.
Just now, Zhou Fu had hit Hou Rong's chest, and then the seal turned into a claw, tearing apart his opponent's clothes.
"Is this the Chart of King Ming?"