The striker was slightly flustered, he suddenly jumped off his horse, and then smiled evilly.

"Young master, you've become powerful."

Long Xi also jumped off the horse, and said with a slight smile: "It seems that I was too careless, and I didn't even notice it."

The striker bent down and prepared to pounce.

Long Xi looked at him coldly and said, "I only ask you, who sent you."

The striker had already pounced at this time, aiming at Long Xi's throat.

Long Xi kicked him out of the air, "I can't imagine that you are domesticated, tell me who your master is, spare you from death."

The striker gloomily peeked out of his fangs, like an animal.

"It's okay to tell you......", the voice came out of the woods very clearly, and a middle-aged man with an eight-clawed golden dragon hovering around his body slowly stepped on the fallen leaves and walked out.

"Second uncle", Long Xi looked at the middle-aged man in surprise.

The striker immediately snuggled up to the middle-aged man like a dog.

Straight Gou Gou stared at Long Xi and said: "Young Master, you are dead, my forward has always been working for Lord Longteng, and I have never taken you, a careless alliance leader, in my eyes."

Long Xi stood still, surrounded by a dense circle of trees.

It was getting dark, and there weren't even half a pedestrian on the road.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a storm was soon approaching.

Long Teng raised his head slightly, looked directly at Long Xi, his eyes flashed with warmth, and his voice was very gentle, "Long Xi, Long Xi, don't you want to leave alive today."

After saying this, his body suddenly blew like a gust of wind.

Long Teng and the striker attacked together, and Long Xi wanted to retreat to the woods behind him, but suddenly felt as if he was being sucked by a force.

"Still want to escape?" the striker wrapped his feet tightly, and without the slightest hesitation, Long Teng slashed over with one palm, slamming heavily on the top of Long Xi's head.

Suddenly, Long Xi was bleeding from his mouth and eyes, this internal strength was too strong, he felt that his heart was about to explode, Long Teng's shot was extremely fierce, he twisted Long Xi over, and slammed his fist on his stomach, and the sour water in his stomach was spit out in an instant.

Long Teng shouted, "Die", and then slashed down on his head with another palm, and at this moment, a silver light rushed from a distance, extremely fast, like lightning.

Long Teng kicked it away and threw Long Xi into the bushes next to him.

After Tian Laoshun fell down with a thin sword, he shouted into the bushes: "Young Master Longxi, are you okay?"

The striker Quack smiled, "He's dead early, it's a pity you're late."

Tian Laoshun looked at them fiercely and hissed: "Long Teng, Long Teng, I didn't expect you to be such a vicious person to ...... your own nephew."

Long Teng's face was flat and indifferent, and he interrupted his words: "As far as I know, you Tian Laoshun is not a good person, and you are not qualified to teach me a lesson."

Tian Laoshun held his sword across his chest, "Long Teng, you don't succeed today, although I am not clean, I know the truth of knowing the grace of retribution."

Long Teng pointed to the bushes and said, "If you want to save that kid, I don't think you will survive."

With a "bang", a string of sparks came out from the tip of the sword, and Long Teng actually pinched Tian Laoshun's sword edge in his hand, "Old thing, what's wrong? Isn't your sword very powerful?"

Tian Laoshun didn't expect Long Teng's body to be so fast, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

"Ah~", the striker suddenly entangled him, and slashed at his abdomen with a sickle, Tian Laoshun only felt a cold stomach, and then a large piece of blood clots and internal organs fell on the ground.

The old man's stomach was hollowed out in an instant, and the striker gnawed away at his internal organs like a cunning animal.

The sword in his hand could no longer be held, and he fell to the ground with a "kala".

The sky then darkened, and with a "boom" a lightning bolt struck the horizon, followed by a torrential rain.

"Looking for death", Long Teng threw Tian Laoshun's body aside, and quickly ran to the bushes to find Long Xi's "corpse".

He almost concluded that Longxi would not survive, but he had always been cautious, and he always wanted to see people alive and corpses when they died, so as to have peace of mind.

"Huh, isn't that right?" he reconfirmed.

"Lord Long, it should be right", the striker also followed to look for it, "It's gone, what the hell is it."

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Long Teng was distraught and broke off the branches one by one, but he couldn't find Long Xi's body.

"This ......", the striker suddenly reminded: "Master Longteng, hurry up, when the soil is soaked in the rain, we will all leave footprints."

Long Teng was also irritable, he didn't want to let the world know about killing his own nephew.

The striker was relieved again: "That kid is dead, he has been hit by the adult's two palms in a row, and the seven orifices have left blood, and he will definitely not survive, maybe he will be taken away by the wild wolf now."

Long Teng thought carefully about the two palms just now, there was indeed no possibility of survival, and then looked at the heavier and heavier rain, and quickly made a decision to withdraw from the scene, leaving no clues.

The rain washed the mud on the ground, and it washed away the flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Only a thin sword had been washed clean by the rain, and there was not a speck of dust, as if it had never been stained with blood.

The old man lying on the ground had long since lost his breath, and he had walked on the edge of the sword all his life, and he had not changed until the end.

Soon his body was scooped up.

"Dad!", Tian Rong held the old man in her arms and cried bitterly.

This rain has been falling for a long, long time, and has fallen indiscriminately on thousands of houses.

It doesn't matter if you're poor or rich......

"Brother, where have you been, you have become a robber again?", a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, her face turned pale with fright, "Brother, you killed ...... murder".

A strong and dark man was already drenched, he put the man on his back on his bed, and then hurriedly said, "Quick, quickly get medicine to stop the bleeding."

The little girl jumped up in fright, "Brother, didn't you say that you want to be a good robber, how can you kill people."

The man roared: "You little girl, how can I kill people in the black soil, this person is your brother's benefactor."

The little girl calmed down a little, and trembled and pointed to the unconscious man on the bed, only to see that he was covered in blood, "Benefactor?"

Hei Tu said: "I still remember the last time we almost starved to death, if it weren't for the ...... we met this benefactor on the road."

The little girl cried and cried, "It turned out to be him, he was a good person, how could he be hurt like this?"

The stout man said, "Don't say it, I also happened to meet ...... Quick, where's our hemostatic medicine?"

The little girl rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and hurriedly ran over, "Brother, do you see this?"

Hei Tu couldn't take care of it, pulled out the plug and sprinkled all the medicine powder on him, "Benefactor, don't let anything happen to you."

The little girl hugged the quilt again and called, "Brother, you quickly cover the quilt for your benefactor, the patient is most afraid of catching a cold."

I saw the man lying on the bed, and the blood that flowed out soon stained a large patch of the quilt red.

Heitu stayed by his side, and he couldn't bear to say: "This attack is too dark, even more ruthless than our robbers."

(End of chapter)