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The white-haired old man was very different from just now, his eyes were full of ferocity at this moment, and two murderous lights emanated from his eyes. Please search (product @ book ¥ net) to see the most complete! The fastest update

But whoever has killed someone, the ruthlessness of killing in his eyes will accompany this person for the rest of his life.

No matter how he disguised it, when he had murderous thoughts again, this murderous aura would be emitted uncontrollably.

Lang Jun stared at the white-haired old man, and from the eyes of the dead old man, Lang Jun could see that this old guy must have killed people, and he didn't care about killing a few more.

"Who the hell are you? Who commanded you to come?"

Lang Jun asked the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man had a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, waved the soft sword in his hand, and said to Lang Jun: "The surname Lang, don't blame the old man when you go to the underworld, the old man also uses people's money and people to eliminate disasters!" ”

As soon as the words landed, the white-haired old man rushed over with a "whoosh", and the soft sword in his hand danced like flying, holding sword flowers one by one, enveloping Lang Jun's surroundings.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, Lang Junxin was taken aback.

This person is definitely a rare master in the world, with his two strokes, there may not be more than ten people in the whole Huaxia who can defeat him.

Lang Jun was horrified, he never thought that in this kind of deep mountains and old forests, there would be such a master, it seems that he has encountered a strong opponent tonight!

Thinking of this, Lang Jun didn't dare to be careless, and tried his best to dodge the white-haired old man's fierce attack, because he was still holding Fang Yurou, his speed was reduced, so he was almost stabbed by the soft sword several times.

Fang Yurou was held by Lang Jun, and as Lang Jun's body became faster and faster, she felt like she was flying through the clouds, and she was dizzy.

Seeing that the sword in the white-haired old man's hand was dancing extremely fast, as if it would be slashed at any time, Fang Yurou was extremely nervous.

But now she doesn't even have the strength to stand, and her whole body is soft and weak, so she can only rely on Lang Jun.

If Lang Jun is defeated by this white-haired old man, then she and Lang Jun will have to die on the top of this mountain.

Fang Yurou's heart was in her throat, and she prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Lang Jun could defeat this old guy.

Lang Jun didn't dare to underestimate the enemy at all, if he was alone, maybe he would take some risks, but at this moment, he was holding Fang Yurou and couldn't tolerate the slightest mistake.

In the blink of an eye, the white-haired old man had already made dozens of moves, and the sword moves were not repeated, all of them were killing fiercely and abnormally!

But after attacking so many moves, he didn't even hit Lang Jun's clothes, let alone hurt Lang Jun and Fang Yurou, which made the white-haired old man depressed.

"Damn, you kid really has two hits, the old man has to kill you!"

The white-haired old man was so angry that he screamed, and the speed of the soft sword in his hand increased even more, and he wanted to stab Lang Jun to death with a sword.

Lang Jun disdained to talk to this old guy with the courage of his tongue, and between flashing and moving, Lang Jun has always been on the defensive, first ensuring that he will not fall into the wind, and slowly looking for an opportunity to make a move.

After a long time, the white-haired old man's physical strength was a little unable to keep up, don't look at Lang Jun holding Fang Yurou, but Lang Jun's physical strength is very abundant, and if he persists for a while, his speed will not slow down.

But the physical strength of the white-haired old man is gradually unable to support it, people can't accept old age, and when they are older, their physical strength is definitely not as good as that of young people.

Seeing that the white-haired old man's sword moves were getting slower and slower, Lang Jun's heart moved, and it seemed that it was time to make a move!

"Hey!"

Lang Jun suddenly let out a soft roar, and his body was like a spinning top, turning to meet him!

"Ahh

The white-haired old man screamed in shock, and hurriedly waved his soft sword to stop Lang Jun from approaching.

Lang Jun was supposed to dodge, but Lang Jun didn't dodge, he faced the soft sword and bullied him, and when he got closer, he suddenly kicked out a quick kick and kicked at the wrist of the white-haired old man!

This wrist is the one holding the sword, as long as it is kicked by Lang Jun, the sword in the white-haired old man's hand will definitely be out of his hand.

The white-haired old man knew that it was not good, and the sword he stabbed out was forcibly withdrawn, which could be avoided by Lang Jun's kick.

Although he dodged, the white-haired old man was also very embarrassed, and the sword move that was halfway through the attack was violently withdrawn, and the impact on himself was not small.

Lang Jun couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw this, this old man is really not simple! Lao Tzu's kick was so fast, he was able to dodge it?

The white-haired old man gasped a little, and he took two steps back, intending to take advantage of this effort to catch his breath.

Lang Jun saw the weakness of the white-haired old man, that was physical strength, this old guy was already at the end of his crossbow.

Realizing this, how could Lang Jun give this old guy a chance to breathe?

"You give me here!"

Lang Jun suddenly let out a loud shout and pounced on Fang Yurou in his arms.

"Oh no!"

The white-haired old man yelled badly, and he was so shocked that cold sweat came down, he only saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and Lang Jun approached, this speed was unbelievable.

Bang!

Lang Jun showed no mercy, and kicked out his right leg violently, kicking the white-haired old man's chest.

With a pop, the white-haired old man flew sideways and fell to the ground.

"Wow......"

The white-haired old man suffered serious internal injuries, spurted a mouthful of blood, gasped for breath, and sat on the ground looking at Lang Jun vigilantly.

Lang Jun was not careless, he knew that the opponent in front of him was really not simple, although he had already suffered internal injuries, but he could make a sudden move at any time, so he should be careful.

"Stinky boy, you're the first one to knock me out......"

The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and looked at Lang Jun and said hatefully.

"Old ghost, tell me if you know each other, who instructed you?"

Lang Jun asked.

"Hahahaha......"

The white-haired old man looked up to the sky and laughed, with that scared look, whoever saw it probably wanted to slap him a few times.

Lang Jun was speechless, and he was very angry in his heart, this old guy, don't say it, don't say it, are you smiling?

"You don't want to say yes, do you?"

Lang Jun's face sank, and he looked at the white-haired old man and asked.

"I said your grandmother has a leg! Stinky boy, get out of here, the old man will spare you tonight, and you will be cheap! ”

The white-haired old man was very shameless, and said to Lang Jun seriously.

Lang Jun was almost angry, and looked at the white-haired old man with disdain and said, "Old fellow, now that you have fallen to the ground, do you still have the face to say spare me not to die?" ”

"You are paralyzed! Don't be useless with the old man, do you want to get out of the way? ”

The white-haired old man stared at Lang Jun and shouted.

Lang Jun is not a good temper, just now he saw that this old thing was quite old, so he wasted a few words with this old thing, seeing that he was embarrassed, how could Lang Jun get used to him anymore?

"Old coffin, don't you want to give face, right?"

Lang Jun said angrily, walked in front of the white-haired old man, and raised his leg with a kick.

"Ahh

This kick was kicking the white-haired old man's waist, kicking the white-haired old man strangely, and his body was crooked, and he was in a cold sweat in pain.

"Fuck you, the old man can't spare you!"

The white-haired old man scolded Lang Jun angrily.

There are more and more two, no more and more and four, Lang Jun has endured this old thing for a while, seeing that this old shameless man is scolding more and more, Lang Jun really doesn't want to give him face anymore.

"There's a kind of you keep scolding, if you stop, you're a grandson!"

Lang Jun kicked the white-haired old man in the mouth and shouted loudly.

"Whew!"

No matter how high the white-haired old man's kung fu is, he is also flesh and blood, and when he was kicked by Lang Jun, four of his big teeth fell out, and he screamed in pain.

"I'll Grass You ......"

Syllable!

"Whew!"

The white-haired old man screamed bitterly, and before he could finish scolding, he was kicked in the mouth again.

Looking up at Lang Jun, the white-haired old man didn't dare to scold anymore, he could see that as long as he scolded, Lang Jun would definitely kick him.

Scolding didn't hurt, but the taste of being kicked in the mouth was uncomfortable, so the white-haired old man rolled his eyes and didn't scold again.

"Why don't you scold? Willing to be a grandson? ”

Lang Jun smiled coldly and asked the white-haired old man.

"The surname Lang, don't get too carried away, don't forget, now that you are trapped on the top of the mountain, you will die of thirst!"

The white-haired old man said.

Lang Jun laughed when he heard this, and said, "Before I met you, I was a little worried, but now, I'm not worried." ”

"Why aren't you worried? With or without an old man, you and your little lover will have to die here! ”

The white-haired old man said angrily, but he didn't dare to use dirty words in his words, for fear that Lang Jun would clean him up again.

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