85_85289 arrogant, there are reasons to be arrogant.

Domineering, with domineering capital.

Besieged by the fourteen big masters who ranked about 100 on the Jianghu list, the white-clothed saint laughed three times, at this moment, the old man with white hair and white beard who looked like half of his body was in the ground, standing there with a kind of domineering spirit.

In the face of many people who are more powerful than their own side, these dozen or so people did not back down. They are like wolves, they still dare to go up and brush their beards in the face of fierce tigers. Two of them flicked their long sleeves lightly, and two soft sleeve swords appeared in their hands.

"Huh!"

Two sword lights roared from two directions after the white-clothed saint finished speaking. The two middle-aged people, raising their hands and waving their swords, took the time and angle just right.

It's very sudden, and it's very tricky. is worthy of being a master on the list of rivers and lakes, his shot is as fast as the wind, extremely sharp, and the soft sword slashes towards the white-clothed saint with a cold light.

The white-clothed saint snorted slightly, and when the two sharp swords were about to slash at him, he turned slightly sideways and dodged through the gap in the middle. Then he jerked his whole body sideways, and in an instant he came to one of them and slapped his palm on the man's chest.

The man reacted fairly well, and jerked back, dodging the palm. At the same time, the others also reacted quickly, and a steel knife whistled past, slashing at the palm of the white-clothed saint. Another dagger stabbed into the heart of the white-clothed saint. At the same time, someone threw out a long whip and wrapped it around his legs.

As for the others, the same flew up from all angles. All of them are aimed at the vital points of the white-clothed saints. It blocked his way and blocked his way out.

Chen Jing squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the fight closely. My head was spinning, and I was thinking about how to break the siege of these people. It's really thrilling, there is no way forward and no way back, and the left and right are blocked.

Chen Jing didn't have time to think too much, this qiē was just a matter of an instant, and all he could think of was a few action routes, but they all had to be injured, and they were at least hit by one or two people.

It's just that the white-clothed saint is not him after all. The old guy has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and his experience in fighting is definitely much higher than Chen Jing.

His legs were slightly raised, and his upper body was slightly tilted back. Then he kicked his feet on the steel knife in front of him, and the whole person shot backwards violently. He was in a panning state, passing by two pairs of fists. And he pushed out his palms and slapped the two people who rushed up.

Then, with the help of the recoil force, the whole person actually moved forward sideways before hitting the ground, and kicked the first person in the leg. The man's entire body slammed forward, and the hands of the white-clad saint grabbed the hem of his garment.

With the strength of the arm, the man fell forward, but he continued to stand firmly on the ground.

"Good!"

Chen Jing sighed secretly and praised from the bottom of his heart.

If he wanted to do this, I am afraid that although he would not die, he would also be seriously injured. Because he can't.

The hand of the white-clothed saint is actually extremely dangerous. A small error, I'm afraid he will be seriously injured. In doing so, without the size of the gift, it is impossible to do it at all.

Chen Jing sighed secretly, and secretly said that this is the gap between him and the top 50 people on the Jianghu list. He thought of several ways, but this one didn't dare to think about it.

The white-clothed saint stood still, and did not stop his movements, he threw one foot back violently, and kicked the man's ass.

The man was unstable in the center, and he was kicked in the ass, which was very strong. The strong body rushed into the crowd like a boulder, but fortunately it was caught. The two men dragged him head-on, and the three big men moved backwards at the same time a few meters away before they steadied.

On the ground, there are four taels of long drag marks, a few centimeters deep.

Chen Jingzheng was engrossed in watching the fight, his eyes flashing with a scorching light. He was very excited in his heart, after all, it was the first time he had seen this kind of high-end and high-grade fight scene.

Learn as much as you can learn, this is the experience of the master fighting on the spot.

However, the third young master took advantage of people's inattention and slipped over quietly like a thief. He pestled him with his arm and whispered, "How about it, my brother should come in time." ”

Chen Jing frowned slightly, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you know they will come?" ”

The third young master smiled proudly and said, "Don't forget who I am." Is there anything else I don't know about Pengcheng? ”

Although this thing was pretending to be forced, Chen Jing did not despise him.

Thinking of this thing and wanting to pit these young people in Changjia Village, now it seems that this thing has obviously grasped the movements of the Zeng family, and he knows that the old monk and the white-clothed saint will come.

Even calculated the right time to deliberately bring these people here.

As for why the young man was so arrogant and domineering to let the white-clothed saint get out, there was no need to think about it, Chen Jing also knew that it must have been done by this thing.

While Chen Jing was thinking about it, the third young master had a smile on his face, and his smile was extremely cheap.

He said, "There's still a lot going on." ”

"Anyone else?" Chen Jing was slightly surprised.

The third young master pretended to smile mysteriously and said, "Just wait and see." ”

Immediately, Chen Jing finally realized why Ji Xueye wanted to give him a knife so much when he was pretending to be forced. With this idea now, he really wanted to kick this pretending third young master hard.

The fight is not over yet, and several teenagers from Changjia Village are also involved. Twenty-four men in total beat the white-clothed saints. But he still didn't fall behind.

And the more you fight, the more courageous, faster, and more ruthless. The shot is so sharp that even if there is no knife in the hand, the palm wind driven by the palm swing is extremely sharp.

"Guess who's going to win? How about we take a gamble, I think the Saints in White will win. ”

Damn, that's all there is to be in the mood to set up a gambling game at this time.

Chen Jing didn't pay attention to him at all, and still watched the fight in the arena with a focused expression.

As the minutes passed, the fight became more and more intense. Finally, the human body began to lose its support, and the movements in the hands slowed down. And once this happens, it will inevitably be accompanied by defeat.

Sure enough, the first boy who was "asked out" by the white-clothed saint spurted blood from his mouth, and the whole person flew more than ten meters away and hit the pillar of the factory. Spurting out a mouthful of blood, he staggered to his feet, but was not involved in the fight.

There was one and there were two, and then there was a second teenager who quit with a serious injury. And the further back they go, the more people on this side of Changjia Village are defeated.

And the saint in white, although the white clothes are messy, and the white hair is fluttering. But he was not injured.

"Sister, why is this old guy so fierce!" The third young master was not calm, even if he calculated that the white-clothed saint would win, he didn't expect him to win so completely.

He was not injured at all, and he seriously injured the twenty-four big masters, and sixteen of them were still about 100 big masters on the list of rivers and lakes.

It's so tmm!

But before he could finish his awesomeness, when the last person was slapped far away by him, the blind old monk made a move.

It's still the kind of fighting for your life, but this time the Saints in White didn't hold back. He was like a red-eyed beast, frantically fighting with the old monk.

"Fulfill you!" The white-clothed saint shouted.

Chen Jing was fascinated by it, and he didn't notice that the third young master on the side was frowning at a young man.

The young man was five big and three thick, not to mention tall, and extremely powerful. It is not too much to describe him as a tiger's back. He nodded quietly and whispered to the others: "When the two old guys are both defeated, kill them all!" ”

The others looked cold and gritted their teeth and nodded.

The two top masters have made moves, and they are fighting for their lives. Soon, both were wounded.

The blind old monk was really a little close, and he was shot by the white-clothed saint for more than a dozen chapters in a row, and the whole person flew in the air, and before he landed, the blood spurting out of his mouth had already stained his clothes red.

And the white-clothed saint was also uncomfortable, and he was hit in a few places by the old monk. One arm hung limply, and the other almost dragged the ground. Blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his face was already slightly blue, obviously very badly injured.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, the old monk fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He struggled a bit, but eventually couldn't get back up.

"It's worth dying at your hands." The old monk took his last breath and said with difficulty.

The white-clothed saint coughed up a mouthful of blood, sighed slightly, and said, "Don't worry, I owe your son a promise." I'll save your granddaughter's life. ”

After speaking, the body of the white-clothed saint shook slightly a few times, obviously extremely injured.

"Up!"

With an angry shout, the burly boy spoke.

More than a dozen big masters suddenly attacked and rushed towards the white-clothed saints. Immediately after, eight teenagers also rushed forward.

These people are very unethical.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him, or beat the water dogs, anyway, it means the same thing. I just want to kill the white-clothed saint when he is seriously injured.

Even if a tiger loses all its teeth, it's not something a wolf can offend!

The white-clothed saint is now equivalent to a tiger with all its teeth, and his strength has been greatly reduced, but he is still domineering.

He snorted coldly and shouted, "Since you want to die, then go and die!" ”。