Ye Yingshui didn't understand why, he was just a look, and the young man in front of him suddenly burst out and killed.

Of course, it wasn't just him who couldn't figure it out, but everyone present didn't figure it out, or didn't think about it at all.

A thin young man, with a distance of more than 20 meters, separated by more than a dozen green bricks, seemed to take only one step, and stepped in front of Ye Yingshui from the still open door, holding a knife in both hands, and slashing at Ye Yingshui.

The whole process was wide open and closed, there was no tricky body knife technique, for the young man, it was just a simple jump, and then swung the knife forward.

If anything, it is only comparable to the snake catcher eagle of the Arctic steppe.

The boy is menacing and extremely fast. Ye Yingshui couldn't dodge anymore, so he could only take this knife hard.

She is not a martial arts cultivator in the first place, the strength of her body is already limited, coupled with the huge consumption of her soul and soul when she climbed the mountain before, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is the end of a strong crossbow now.

Just as Hua Qingyun said when he was in Mangshan North Dao, the cultivators of the Spiritual Realm only have one more means of using the aura of heaven and earth, and if they don't practice special physical exercises, they are not much stronger than ordinary people. Even when it comes to the Pei Yuan Realm, the aura is transformed into one's own vitality, and when the vitality feeds back to the physical body, the strengthening of the physical body is also extremely limited, and compared to a real martial arts cultivator, it is still far behind.

In the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, the Dao Law is forbidden, and the current Ye Yingshui is only a little stronger than ordinary people at most.

It is strong in the spiritual sense, above the vision.

In her opinion, such a crude and superficial, flawed knife, there are countless ways in her heart to avoid it, but when she really did it, she was shocked to find that she couldn't dodge this knife at all.

If it was in the outside world, even if Dongluo's true strength was higher, as high as the peak of the Bone Forging Realm, she Ye Yingshui stood there and didn't move to let Dongluo slash a few times, and in the end, it would definitely be Dongluo who died.

But in this secret territory of Longmen, everything becomes different, and when the cicada turns into a yellow finch, the ending becomes intriguing.

Ye Yingshui was still retreating in horror, and the tip of the knife went down her left shoulder all the way, breaking a huge gap.

Ye Yingshui's face was pale, and blood appeared on his chest. Drops of blood splattered out like a gushing river.

The young man with the knife still didn't give up, bullied forward, punched the woman in the chest with his right hand, flipped the knife with his left hand, and stabbed the woman's heart again.

Smooth flow, all in one go, just to ensure that there will be no surprises in this kill.

At that moment, the woman's originally white face flushed, and blood gushed from her mouth and nose.

Zheng Nanfeng planted his feet on the ground and stood in place.

This young master of the Zheng family has a blank brain.

The Pu knife in the young man's hand kept castrating, his eyes changed from the previous peace, and he stared at Ye Yingshui fiercely and fiercely.

Before entering the secret realm, he was ready to meet Ye Yingshui. It's nothing more than fighting if you can beat it, and running if you can't beat it, of course, it's best if you can't fight.

Originally, Dongluo thought that he could shake hands with her and make peace, but when he saw Ye Yingshui just now, what he saw from her eyes was exactly the same as when he was in Lane 15 of Kun District.

At this time, Dongluo knew that there were some things that could not be good.

Instead of waiting for others to make the first move, it is better to strike first.

Preemptively, it is always better to be controlled by others everywhere.

This is part of his character.

Just like when he took the chain in the karez, he had nothing to lose, so he dared to gamble, and he dared to bet that Zhou Tianzi would not let him die.

But now, he has something he can't lose, but he doesn't dare to gamble, he can only fight.

The Dragon Gate Secret Realm is the key to his life.

Before the battle between the Extreme Ice and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire began, he wanted to ensure that his body that Zhou Tianzi had worked so hard to cultivate would not have any accidents.

Obviously, Ye Yingshui's eyes and behavior had clearly told him that he was in her bag.

This is the spiritual sense that he has honed over the years between life and death.

I don't know how many times I saved his life.

Never missed.

If Ye Yingshui was not a cultivator, he could wait until Ye Yingshui showed his fangs, and then he would see the move.

However, Ye Yingshui is a cultivator with a high degree of Taoism, if she takes the initiative to show her fangs, Dongluo can predict that he will definitely be dead at that time.

There is no sound when the tip of the knife breaks through the flesh, and it only needs a light push to see the bottom, and the murder is silent, dead and silent, and no one knows.

The distance between the heart and the skin was not more than an inch, but the knife in Dongluo's hand could not advance any further after breaking through the flesh on Ye Yingshui's chest.

The tip of the knife seemed to touch the indestructible golden stone, and it was stopped in front of Ye Yingshui.

Ye Yingshui, who was originally frightened, was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed ecstasy, "Yin and Yang Mantra, hehehe...... I didn't expect the ancestor to plant a yin and yang spell in my heart. ”

Ye Yingshui said sharply: "I almost died at the hands of a person like an ant, it's really unlucky! I almost died, but next, you are really going to die." ”

A scarlet light flowed from her heart like a stream, gradually enveloping Ye Yingshui, and the terrifying wound on Ye Yingshui's chest quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dong Luo snorted coldly, abandoned the knife in his left hand, and his body suddenly took a step to the right. The waist and feet were bare and instantly exerted force, and they slammed into Ye Yingshui's heart again with their shoulders.

It's just that this time, Ye Yingshui stood motionless, letting Dongluo hit him at will.

Dongluo only felt as if his shoulders had been hit by a reckless bull, and he stepped back several steps with his feet.

It's a long story, but it's just a matter of moments.

Zheng Nanfeng and the others, who were closest to Ye Yingshui, came back to their senses and quickly surrounded Ye Yingshui in the middle.

Zheng Nanfeng's wrist turned slightly, and three metal figures with a height of six feet instantly appeared in front of Dongluo.

Three flickering metallic fists slammed into Dongluo.

Although he also wanted Ye Yingshui to die, Ye Yingshui should not die in this Dragon Gate Secret Realm, let alone in front of him.

Instead, they should die quietly.

The inexplicable person is gone.

That's the way she should die.

The three fists of the metal man have different directions and different angles, directly sealing all the moves of Dongluo.

Dongluo's eyes narrowed slightly, his toes were light, and he took a step back, narrowly dodging the first punch.

The wind behind him hit, and the other two metal men smashed into the back of Dongluo's head with a punch and the back of his heart.

Every place is a vital point, and if it hits, it will either kill or be injured.

Dongluo's upper body bent forward suddenly, his head lowered, and he avoided the two punches behind him.

After the three punches, the metal man also took a step back, surrounded Dongluo in the middle, and stopped moving.

The red light around Ye Yingshui's body gradually dissipated, and his skin became white again, just the knife mark from his left shoulder to his right waist, dripping with blood, white and red, and it was still shocking to look at.

"Even if you are food, you must have the awareness of being food. You say, why are you struggling so much? What is the difference between being eaten by Heavenly Dao Seeds and being eaten by me? I have eaten you, and before you die, I will let you experience the most wonderful taste between men and women in the world, isn't it beautiful!"

A faint voice rang in Dongluo's ears.

Before Dongluo, in the novels of Jianghu Zhiwei, he only knew that there was a unique way of communication between cultivators, such as gathering sounds into a line, divine soul transmission, etc., which could transmit sound to the other party's mind.

In the past, Dongluo was just curious, but when he really got to know the cultivator, he found that there seemed to be nothing strange about this so-called concentrating sound.

Sound has energy, and converging into a line is nothing more than the cultivator controlling the energy that should be scattered into a beam and transmitting it to the other party's ears.

Ye Yingshui seemed to have forgotten that he almost died just now, and now he was watching Dongluo with a smile.

Dongluo gathered his left fist at his waist again and stood still, not saying anything, just glancing up and down with disdain at Ye Yingshui.

In particular, the magnificent scenery from the left shoulder to the right waist under the clothes that were cut open by Dongluo with a simple knife.

Ye Yingshui's face was slightly red, and he quickly took out a white robe from the mustard seed to cover his somewhat bare skin.

Dongluo said regretfully: "It's a pity that the white fog covers the green mountains." ”

Ye Yingshui's face was slightly red, and she was ashamed and angry.

And the little fat man watching the battle from a distance looked at Dongluo, but his eyes lit up slightly, as if he had seen someone in the same way.

Mo Ziyu stepped on Mo Ziyuan, who was slightly adoring in his expression, and snorted lightly: "Dengzi, old color, stinky and shameless ......"

The ink ruler in Mo Ziqing's hand lightly tapped on Mo Ziyu's angry head, "Ziyu, hearing may not be false, and seeing may not be believing, if you look at things like this and don't see the whole picture, how can I rest assured that you will become a real ink man, go to walk the rivers and lakes, and be happy and revenge?"

Mozi Yu wanted to speak and stopped.

Mo Ziyuan whispered: "Little junior sister, please keep your noble feet high, can you succeed?"

Mo Ziyu's heel twisted slightly, silently increasing the strength under his feet.

Mo Ziyuan could only cry and said with a sad face: "Little junior sister, can I tell you that it is not possible? If you look at the young man's eyes, there was no lust in his eyes when he spoke before, but only peace. He doesn't have that ...... in his eyes at all Qingshan, this kind of person's eyes are as pure as mine, how can he be an old pervert? Little junior sister! Senior brother tells you that when you walk in the rivers and lakes, you must see more and talk less. ”

Mo Ziyu raised his feet lightly and looked at the young man who was surrounded by three metal men.

I saw that the young man calmly and calmly took out the longbow and giant arrow that had been wound from the mustard seed in the siege of the three of them, and the tip of the arrow was separated by the metal man, Zheng Nanfeng, and pointed at Ye Yingshui from afar.

Dongluo's expression was focused, and he only had the bow in his hand, the arrow in his fingertips, and the people in the distance.

The longbow and giant arrow, far away but not sent, the hair is in the middle, and the middle will die!

Ye Yingshui stood behind Zheng Nanfeng and said indifferently: "You said that if you stay in Luoyang City well, it may take some effort for me to kill you." But you yourself have to come to this Dragon Gate Secret Realm, and you met me, this may be your fate!"

If it weren't for the fact that the young man on the other side just made a quick and decisive move, there would have been no surprise. She wouldn't be in such a passive situation. If it weren't for the life and death crisis that triggered the yin and yang spell in her body, maybe today would have to be explained here.

Ye Yingshui naturally saw Dongluo and the bow and arrow in his hand, but at this moment, she never believed that she would die in the hands of an ant, even if she was really dead, she could live, because she had a yin and yang spell on her body, which could reverse yin and yang.

Ye Yingshui seemed to have changed from the Qinglou Oiran who had fallen into the dust in an instant, and became the queen of the world, and she had to face the panic of death a moment ago, but now there is only calmness, calmness, and confidence in her expression.

Dongluo slowly pulled his bow and looked at Ye Yingshui with his eyes, "I want to know, you and I have no grievances, why did you kill me when you and I first met in Lane 15 of Kun District?"

Ye Yingshui chuckled, "It turns out that you felt the murderous intent at that time! It's really a strong spiritual sense! However, you said that you stepped on an ant on the side of the road, would you tell it why you stepped on it to death? You say, when you were eating a big fish and meat, would you tell those dead demon beasts, why did you eat it?"

Ye Yingshui's smile became brighter and brighter, and it seemed that Dongluo had really become something in his bag.

Dongluo nodded, it understood, the cultivator in front of him, who was usually high, turned out to treat it as a cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, and if he wanted to eat it, he would pull it to kill, and if he killed it, he would kill it, there was no need to be reasonable, and there was no need to be reasonable.

Because there is no reason to talk to the beasts.

Dongluo had one last question, "Do you cultivators treat ordinary people the way you treat me?"

Ye Yingshui laughed, she felt that the young man in front of her was a little, naïve to the point of being a little stupid, "Mole ants don't have as many as you think." ”

Ye Yingshui snorted coldly, looked at Zheng Nanfeng and licked his lips and said: "Zheng Nanfeng, as long as you help me kill him, I don't want all the opportunities I got in the Longmen Secret Territory, and my Ye family will also take out half of Qianye Hong every year to do business with your Zheng family, what do you think of this deal?"

Ye Yingshui looked at the young man in the distance who had been gathering momentum with a bow and arrow in his hand, as if he was looking at a dead man.

She didn't think that Zheng Nanfeng would refuse such a good thing.

In the eyes of some ambitious and aspiring evangelists, grandchildren, fathers and sons, husbands and wives, are nothing?

Not to mention a dispensable passerby.

To die is to die.

Sure enough, Zheng Nanfeng did not disappoint her. After thinking about it for a moment, I gladly agreed to the resolution.

According to the agreement between the two families, Ye Yingshui helped Zheng Nanfeng disconnect the cause and effect in the territory of Longmen Secret, and Zheng Nanfeng also wanted to ensure Ye Yingshui's safety in the territory of Longmen Secret.

This is the bottom line of cooperation between the two sides, and as for how to divide the opportunity obtained in the end, it will be discussed by the speakers of the two families.

As for whether it was a big fight and an unhappy breakup in the end, or a group of harmony and happiness. In fact, it has little to do with them.

They only need to be responsible for getting the opportunity for the family to continue to prosper, and they are not responsible for the prosperity of the family, which is the responsibility of the older generation.

Although Zheng Nanfeng has a good impression of Dongluo, he still knows how to choose this good feeling in the face of the rise and fall of a family for thousands of years.

Zheng Nanfeng cautiously glanced at the little old man who was watching a few people fighting with interest on the side, and waved his hand lightly, and the three Zheng family members behind him and the three metal men around Dongluo's side all started together.

Zheng Nanfeng's eyes had been staring at two people from the beginning, one was Dongluo, who was still fighting the trapped beast, and the other was the little old man not far away.

He had already seen how strong the little old man was, and if he hadn't really taken the calligraphy work he said, he would have died by now.

Of course, it is also possible that he did not die, and perhaps he also formed a good fate with this little old man.

No one can say for sure what happens in the world, and the transition between good and evil is faster than time.

Even if he suspected that the young man in front of him had something to do with the little old man, the huge benefits that Ye Yingshui said had to let him gamble.

Zheng Nanfeng also took out a wooden sword from the mustard seed and began to look at the battlefield that was about to break out.

Dongluo looked at the six people who surrounded him, sneered, and shot the feather arrow in his hand straight towards Ye Yingshui who was not far away.

The longbow and huge arrows are approached and fired, and the middle one is killed instantly.

One feather arrow shot first towards Ye Yingshui, and the next nine feather arrows shot towards a member of the Zheng family in no particular order.

One arrow in front, nine arrows behind. Like a torrential wind, it shot straight to the front door, limbs, chest and abdomen, and back of the heart of the Zheng clan.

The Zheng family was in a hurry to block the impact of this wave of arrow rain, and another wave of arrow rain came.

This time he was not as lucky as last time, a feathered arrow shot directly through his chest, and the huge force carried him upside down for several meters, and slammed to the ground, kicking both legs, and dying.

This pure martial artist, who was at least in the Muscle Cultivation Realm in the outside world, had not succeeded in retrieving the opportunity for the Zheng family after being pressed back to the Forging Bone Realm by the coercion of the Longmen Secret Realm, and he had not even seen the so-called great opportunity, so he died.

And after he died, several other people besieged Dongluo, who collected the longbow and arrow in his hand in the mustard seed.

It is no longer appropriate to use a longbow and a huge arrow at such a distance, and it will not be able to achieve the effect of defeating the enemy at all, and it will only hinder everywhere.

Dongluo once again clenched his left hand into a fist at his waist, and his right arm crossed in front of him, setting up his fist pile, waiting for the arrival of several people.

The strength of the three metal people, each of which is equivalent to the cultivation of tendon realm, is a lot higher than Dongluo's strength.

Coupled with the two Zheng clan people who were still alive, a total of five Cultivation Muscle Realms attacked and killed Dongluo.

There was no sadness or joy in Dongluo's eyes, and the white internal qi condensed by the Yi Jin Sutra in his body slowly gathered in his fists.

The five fists smashed like hail on the head and face, dodging if you can, and carrying it hard if you can't.

The best outcome is nothing more than an injury for an injury.

The worst outcome is to fight for your life.

Mo Ziyu gently tugged at Mo Ziqing's sleeve.

Mo Ziyu whispered: "Senior brother, shouldn't we Moxia punish the strong and help the weak?"

Mo Ziqing shook his head, "There is no distinction between strength and weakness, don't be impatient for a while." ”

Mo Ziyuan stroked his forehead with both hands and said: "Little junior sister, what did I tell you, senior brother, walking the rivers and lakes, you have to see more and talk less." ”

Mo Ziyu glared at Mo Ziyuan fiercely, "I want you to take care of it, you hammer." Little Senior Sister, what did I tell you, I will be called Little Senior Sister in the future. ”

Mo Ziqing patted Mo Ziyu's hand lightly, and looked at the little old man not far away with a solemn expression.

Like a great enemy.

The little fat man twisted his neck and wrist slightly, his toes gently rubbed on the ground, and his eyes looked at Zheng Nanfeng and Ye Yingshui with burning eyes.

The five groups of people, except for the winter fall, have not yet begun to enter the real treasure land.

On top of this mountain, it is right.