Of course, the people in the hall already knew that there was a strong enemy outside, but when they saw that the enemy was only a young man with white hair like Xuan Jing, the panic on their faces instantly changed, turning into anger, or rather playfulness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The long night is long, only women and wine can no longer satisfy the hearts of these people, if a young man who does not know the height of the sky and the height of the earth comes to send him to death, wouldn't it add an interesting program to this banquet.

"Who's the Red Scorpion?" Xuan Jing asked lightly.

The big man sitting in the center of the hall didn't even raise his eyes, and said lazily: "Chop him into meat puree for me, wrap him in buns and drink wine!" ”

Everyone in the hall applauded, and in their eyes, the white-haired young man outside the door was no different from the dead.

It's just that what they don't know is that in Xuan Jing's eyes, the entire Red Scorpion Gang is no different from the dead!

Sometimes the role of the prey and the hunter is not static.

Xuan Jing didn't speak again, just walked towards the hall, still with that kind of slow and steady footsteps, the Red Scorpion Gang in the courtyard had already raised their steel knives, ready to let the white-haired young man in front of him turn into the bun stuffing of the gang leader Red Scorpion in the next breath!

In the darkness behind Xuan Jing, the silent feather arrow shot out again, this time the feather arrow, shooting more and faster, no one in the Red Scorpion Gang could see the person who fired the feather arrow, and no one could avoid the deadly feather arrow, only Xuan Jing walked step by step in the feather arrow, and even the pace did not change in the slightest.

The difference is that every time Xuan Jing took a step, more than a dozen members of the Red Scorpion Gang fell under the feathered arrows shot in the dark.

The people in the hall began to panic, although the white-haired young man in front of him did not make a move, but behind him, there was a hidden one, no, maybe many bow and arrow masters, until this moment, no one in the hall could see where the feather arrows were shot from, they didn't dare to imagine that such a dense and fast feather arrow would be shot from a person's hand!

Xuan Jing has already walked through the courtyard, until the front of the hall, his footsteps still did not stop, a hall master of the Red Scorpion Gang, raised the steel knife and shouted and cut over, but his shouting had just come out, the steel knife had not been raised above his head, the wolf tooth arrow in the dark had already shot through his throat, he still had an unbelievable expression until he died, in the life of this hall master who regarded human life as a mustard, he didn't expect that when he was dying, he was not even a mustard in the eyes of the enemy!

Several leaders of the Red Scorpion Gang reached into their arms, and the people in the rivers and lakes have practiced hidden weapons for a few days, and if they can't attack strongly, the hidden weapons are always safe, even if they can't shoot, at least they still have their lives!

It's just that when their secret weapon was just pinched in their hands, they found that there was an extra feather arrow on their necks at some point, just the right strength, just the right angle, the feather arrow penetrated their throats, without the slightest waste.

Whoever wants to do it, will die first! Now, not a single member of the Red Scorpion Gang in the hall still thinks that they are hunters, and everyone knows their fate, which is to be shot through the throat by a feathered arrow in the dark!

No one dared to move, strangely, the feather arrow also stopped, it seems that as long as no one shoots at this white-haired boy, the feather arrow in the dark will not shoot!

There was a deathly silence in the hall, everyone felt it, the Grim Reaper was watching them in the dark, and they were not even ants in the eyes of this white-haired boy, so that if no one took the initiative to attack, the feather arrows in the darkness would not bother to shoot them!

The leader of the Red Scorpion Gang shouted, breaking the silence, the two women around him were so frightened that they covered their faces and ran outside the hall, Xuan Jing had no intention of stopping them, just looked at the two young women sympathetically, they were all poor people, everyone had their own lives, I hope that after tonight, they can find their lives again.

The red scorpion pulled out the steel knife in his waist and shouted, "Come on, come and shoot Lao Tzu!" ”

Just when everyone thought that there would be a feather arrow in the darkness, Xuan Jing spoke:

"Senior, this person left it to me, okay?"

After a while, a deep female voice came from the darkness: "Yes, but be careful......"

The Red Scorpion Gang in the hall was stunned, what do you mean, the leader of the Red Scorpion Gang is also a famous master in the rivers and lakes, and everyone present has seen his martial arts, could it be that the white-haired young man in front of him is ready to kill the Red Scorpion alone with the wooden stick on his waist?

A leader shouted: "The kid is arrogant, if you want to move my family's helper, let's see ...... first"

There was no lower half of his voice, because the feather arrow shot out of the darkness again, piercing his throat, the same rule, whoever wants to do it, will die!

Everyone felt a sense of fear and powerlessness from the bottom of their hearts, that is to say, they, the leaders of the Red Scorpion Gang, wanted to watch the white-haired young man in front of them and go forward to kill their gang leader, but they couldn't do anything at all, no matter who it was, as long as they dared to pull out their waist knives, what was waiting for him was the feathered arrow like hell death!

Xuan Jing didn't want to talk nonsense with these people, he came here today for only one purpose, he wanted all the people in Simiao County to know that from today on, Simiao County was not a hall of the Sun family, no matter who it was, as long as he provoked a white-haired teenager, there was only one consequence waiting for him!

Xuan Jing took a deep breath, stepped forward, his knees bent slightly, his right hand held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his left hand grabbed the scabbard.

This ancient swordsmanship, which originated in the Jin Kingdom, is now lost in the Jin Kingdom, but in Dongyi, Juhe Slash has been greatly developed.

In the "Imperial Sword Technique" left to him by Xuan Jing's father, there is a detailed record of this kind of swordsmanship, and the so-called mystery of Juhe Chopping is to exert one's mental and physical strength to the extreme in one breath, and judge the life and death of the enemy between a sword!

The red scorpion's pupils also began to shrink at this time, at first he didn't pay too much attention to the white-haired young man in front of him, in the red scorpion's opinion, the master of archery in the dark is the real enemy, but now the sword posture of the young man in front of him seems to be a little light just now!

Draw your sword! There are no superfluous actions, since you have decided to kill, you should put away your teasing heart, and it is a serious thing to kill someone and leave!

Between the two blades, it is life and death! Xuan Jing and the red scorpion passed by, both of them were still standing, Xuan Jing had an extra knife wound on his shoulder, the wound was not deep, according to Xuan Jing's current cultivation of the Heart Burning Technique, it would not take long for the wound to heal naturally, and even the bandaging could be omitted.

On the chest of the red scorpion, there was a one-foot-long, inch-deep wound, blood kept gushing out from the wound on the chest, although this sword wound was not fatal, but it was obvious that in the round of battle just now, Xuan Jing won!

The second sword, Xuan Jing did not give the other party a chance to breathe, the Muyun Sword rolled up like the Yangtze River, but it was the sword momentum of the Taiji Sword, which was the power of Taiji learned from Liu Xiang.

The red scorpion saw the white-haired young man's long sword in front of him falling in an arc, the range of the sword blade was extremely wide, and the major points on his body could be under the attack of one of the opponent's sword circles, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, raised the long knife and shouted, and backhanded towards the opponent's sword blade, the red scorpion wanted to use the fierceness of the long knife to interrupt the continuous power of the opponent's Taiji!

Xuan Jing's long sword caught the knife of the red scorpion, and suddenly Xuan Jing's heart beat strongly, more blood was sent by the heart to the meridians of the limbs, and the tendons and veins of the wrist were greatly relaxed, which could withstand greater pressure. Xuan Jing's wrist suddenly shook rapidly, and the long sword drew circles one after another, extremely round!

The red scorpion's steel knife was caught by the long sword, but under the two sword circles, the red scorpion felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and a sprained pain spread to his heart, and the steel knife fell to the ground!

But the red scorpion does not intend to accept his fate, and his years of experience in fighting on the rivers and lakes tell him that although he is now forced to have the upper hand, it is not an irreparable decline!

The red scorpion took a long breath, his left palm was filled with true qi, and between the exhalations, he slashed at Xuanjing with one palm, and the red scorpion was extremely confident in his palm power, which was his famous stunt "Scorpion Palm!" "The palm is like its name, like the tail thorn of a scorpion, it is easy not to send it, and if it is made, the enemy will die!

Although the red scorpion has been a helper for so many years, he has always understood one thing, in the rivers and lakes, your status is always proportional to your strength, so it is very comfortable to be a helper, but martial arts, the red scorpion has never fallen!

But as for the palm of the red scorpion, now he has practiced the skill of being able to kill a bull with one palm, although the white-haired young man in front of him is superb in swordsmanship, but looking at his weak appearance, he must not be able to withstand his palm!

Who knew that Xuan Jing did not avoid the palm power of the red scorpion at all, and the sleeve of his left hand moved slightly, and there was already a short sword in his palm, the fish intestine sword!

The sharp weapon offered by the prince of Juli in Wucheng, Xuanjing once asked Bai Lie for advice on the swordsmanship of the sword in the sleeve all the way, and it was used with this fish intestine sword, because Xuanjing usually carried a double sword, the long sword Muyun was inserted in the waist, and the short swordfish intestine was hidden in the sleeve.

The sharp fish intestine sword pierced into the palm of the red scorpion like it pierced into the mud, and the red scorpion didn't even feel that the scorpion palm that he had been practicing for decades had been broken by the white-haired boy in front of him in an instant!

Xuan Jing's fish intestine sword did not stop at all, after passing through the palm of the red scorpion, it continued to stab at the red scorpion's chest, the pitch-black sword blade pierced into the red scorpion's bronze chest, and the sword blade was inserted between the second and third ribs in the left chest, straight into the heart!

When the red scorpion felt the pain in his chest, the cold sword blade had been inserted into his heart, the red scorpion had killed countless people in his life, and even yesterday, there was a concubine, because of two sentences, the red scorpion used a steel knife to pick out her tongue, and she died of pain.

But what the red scorpion never knew was that death was such a feeling, he stared at Xuan Jing's short sword and watched it pierce his palm and chest, and he really realized that he was dead! (To be continued.) )