The strong wind howled, resounding in all directions, like a thunderbolt to retract its anger, and the black stick shadow poisonous dragon went out to sea, with a chilling true qi, and Chen Beiluo pounced viciously.

The viewers were all shocked and shocked.

It is a stick in the sky, and it really deserves its name.

This stick seems to be unusually slow, but in fact, the speed is extremely fast, the phantom of the stick is still in place, and the body of the stick has reached the front of Chen Beiluo.

However, Chen Beiluo actually regarded it as air, and he didn't even look at it.

Could he have been so sure that he could have dodged this earth-shattering blow?

The crowd was shocked.

If Chen Beiluo knew what they were thinking, he would definitely scoff at it, because as soon as Scarface made a move, the flaws in his moves had already been pierced by him, which was even more conspicuous than the lights in the dark.

Masters compete, a little loophole is enough, not to mention that there is more than one flaw in him.

Cleaning him up is only a matter of minutes.

So where is he looking?

The two of them shot, not Scarface, naturally another person.

The answer is already on the horizon.

Of course, it is a scholar, and it can only be a scholar.

Deadly scholar.

The scholar does not take his life, it is the folding fan in his hand that kills.

Although the rivers and lakes are big, there are not many people who use fans as weapons, but all of them are first-class masters, and the deadly scholar in front of him may be the most fatal one among them.

Scarface's shot is fierce and domineering, and the power is naturally great, but in terms of the strange moves, the tricky angles, and the speed of the speed, it is still inferior to the iron fan that kills the scholar.

What's more, the real power contained in the iron fan, Scarface can't catch up even if he pats the horse.

Otherwise, why do you think the three heroes are called the three heroes? And how did he control the Thirty-Six Gang and the Seventy-two Villages?

If it weren't for his superior martial arts, he would be able to suppress this gang of unscrupulous fierce, ruthless, and murderous people?

I'm afraid that it has already been countered by his subordinates, and there are no bones left.

According to rumors in the rivers and lakes, he is the next-generation successor of Mr. Iron Fan who shocked the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, and he has won the true inheritance of Mr. Iron Fan with all his martial arts, but his skills are still a little worse, otherwise he must be the first-class person in the rivers and lakes.

Naturally, he also used an iron fan, a fan made of refined steel.

A person's name may be wrong, but a nickname is almost always wrong.

The scholar who kills his life does kill him, and he recruits people to death.

Not only did he take his life, but also violated the common sense of martial arts, after he made a move, he accelerated again and again, and it was unbelievable, the scar-faced magic wand was still three feet away, but his iron fan was less than half a foot away from Chen Beiluo's chest.

The scholar smiled.

There are many kinds of laughter, his smile is hideous and cruel, and his eyes are full of fanatical pleasure and pleasure, as if he has seen the scene of the young man covered in blood and falling to the ground and dying.

He longs for blood, he longs for death.

He likes to watch his opponent struggle in pain, just to live even a second longer, only to die in despair.

Because that's what it is.

The taste of victory is the most wonderful, and nothing in the world can compare to it.

There is no one in the world who can refuse the taste of victory.

The scholar was now frantic with excitement.

Chen Beiluo just looked at him, looked at him quietly, looked at his hands, looked at the folding fan in his hand, and his eyes were full of smiles.

There are many kinds of laughter.

Chen Beiluo's smile seemed to be ridiculed, mockery, sympathy, and no emotion, as plain as water.

The scholar was slightly stunned, and then there was no fire in his heart, and he was angry.

He moved his index finger down, and suddenly heard a soft sound of "boom", and the cold star shot out at seven or eight o'clock, hitting Chen Beiluo's throat.

In this folding fan, there is a very powerful machine spring hidden device!

......

Less than three inches away, lightning-fast speed, absolutely unexpected, seven or eight poisonous needles that sealed the throat with blood!

It seems that Chen Beiluo is dead this time!

Whoever is in this situation is dead.

With such a distance, such a speed, and such a hidden weapon, no one in the sky or on the ground can dodge it.

Chen Beiluo had a leisurely face, and still blinked at Su Ying, stretched out his tongue, and made a grimace by the way.

Su Ying smiled and gave him a blank look.

At this moment, Chen Beiluo seemed to move, and then seemed to be motionless.

"Take, take, take!"

At seven o'clock, the cold star turned a corner inexplicably, and happened to hit the coiling dragon stick that Scarface swept like a windswept cloud.

At the same time, the scholar's iron fan turned upside down and hit him on the left shoulder.

The scholar was horrified and suddenly changed his moves.

I saw him suddenly fly up, his body followed the iron fan, and gently turned several times in the air, his posture was chic and elegant.

When he fell to the ground, he sank, and his feet pierced the bluestone floor until he reached his knees.

Scarface's hand shook violently, barely holding the long stick in his hand.

What a terrible martial arts, what a terrifying power.

He exclaimed in his heart.

It turned out that at that moment just now, Chen Beiluo did make a move, and his five fingers waved lightly in the air, as if plucking the strings, elegant and elegant, without a trace of fireworks, but faster than lightning!

No one can describe its subtlety and speed, and no one even believes that there is such a martial art in the world, and there are such moves.

Even the two people who witnessed Scarface and the deadly scholar looked like hell in disbelief.

Scholar Tie blushed his face, pulled out his legs, and the iron fan in his hand pointed at Chen Beiluo's chest again.

Faster, more dangerous, more treacherous, more unpredictable.

Scarface's hand trembled slightly, and all the poisonous needles were shocked away, and at the same time, the coiling dragon stick struck out violently, and the shadow of the stick was heavy, intertwined into an impenetrable web of death, and the cage fell towards Chen Beiluo.

"Be careful!"

Su Ying's color suddenly changed and she exclaimed.

I saw that there was a burly figure behind Chen Beiluo, and the lightning pounced on Chen Beiluo, like a fierce tiger, it was the third of the three heroes who killed the hammer that was slapped into a round cake by Chen Beiluo, and the ghost was beaten.

The enemy is attacked by the back, and the other party is a first-class player on the rivers and lakes, and what is even more terrifying is that they seem to have a heart and a soul, and they cooperate seamlessly with each other.

Suddenly, Chen Beiluo's figure was no longer visible.

This kind of situation is something that the vast majority of martial arts people don't want to encounter in their lifetime, even if they are top masters, they will feel a headache.

Suddenly, as soon as everyone's eyes flickered, they saw three clusters of blue light flying out of the inn like lightning, accompanied by a miserable scream in their ears.

No, not one, three to be exact, but because the interval is so short, it sounds like one in your ears.

The screams were short, with a few crunching sounds of "clangs" that sounded as if a piece of metal had slammed into the floor.

After the sound, the screaming suddenly stopped.

Everyone looked intently and saw that the killer Mixiong was struggling to get up from the ground, and then stood in the middle of the street with a frightened expression.

The ghost of the town beat his arms weakly, soft, like two noodles, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

It seems that the ghost town can't really kill the ghost.

Qiantian's nose and face are swollen, like a pig's head, and his arms are like a ghost beating.

And his coiling dragon stick fell at his feet, and it was broken into seven pieces, and became a pile of broken copper and iron.

The deadly scholar was dismantled, and his right sleeve was shattered, like a cyan butterfly flying all over the sky, revealing an arm like white jade, on which the red silk was cracked, densely covered like a spider web, and the shape was quite embarrassing.

His handsome face turned white, and his mouth was sizzling.

A cool breeze blows across the long street.

The iron fan in the scholar's hand suddenly dispersed like a fog, turning into a cloud of light smoke and drifting away, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

It seems that the scholar who kills lives does not take his life, and he will never be able to take the life of another person in the future.

Suddenly there was silence between heaven and earth.

Deathly silence.

The night is thicker, the stars are brighter, and the moon is as bright as water.

In the Yuelai Inn, the lights are brilliant, and the firelight is yellow, warm yellow.

But everyone didn't feel a trace of warmth, the whole body was so cold, like falling into an ice cave, it was a chill that erupted from the bottom of their hearts, they sat there, one by one as if the ice sculptures were immortal, not only the body was motionless, as if even the breath, thinking, and even the soul were frozen.

Gurgle!

This is the sound of the wine colliding with the wall of the glass when it is empty.

It's not good, it's not bad.

This is usually not noticed by anyone, but at this time, it seems that there is a kind of demagogic magic that completely hooks people's minds.

Then, they saw a man.

A young man, a young Taoist priest.

This handsome young man, this young Taoist priest who is ethereal and dusty, is naturally Chen Beiluo.

He didn't know when he was already sitting on the stool, and he was sitting next to Su Ying.

There was a jug of wine on the table in front of him, six glasses, three of which were empty, and he had poured one of his own, and drank it slowly, and then another, and drank it quickly.

Everyone was looking at him, but he was looking at the glass in his hand.

The cups are made of pottery, which is very ordinary, and of course it is impossible to use anything precious in a place like an inn.

But Chen Beiluo actually looked very seriously, concentrated, and concentrated, and his eyes were not instantaneous.

It's as if it's the most beautiful thing in the world.

More beautiful than the beauty next to him.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Beiluo suddenly turned his head and stared at the night outside the window.

The cold mist rose quietly and swept across the earth, thin, like a light veil.

It is like floating in the clouds, a faint and distant dream, which seems to be real and illusory.

The night was miserable, the moon was hazy, and the wind was getting cooler.

Chen Beiluo sighed softly and muttered, "You say, why do there always people in the world like to do stupid things that are beyond their means?" ”

Although he did not name names, everyone knew who he was talking about.

The other party himself knows it.

Su Ying lifted the wine jug, poured wine for Chen Beiluo, and sneered lightly: "Because in their eyes, everyone else in this world is stupid except for themselves." ”

The wine is full, a full glass of wine.

Chen Beiluo picked up the white porcelain cup, raised his head and drank it all, and said with a smile: "Then are they very smart?" ”

Su Ying pursed her lips and smiled: "Of course not, not only is it not smart, but it is simply stupid." ”

Chen Beiluo said: "Yes, the guy who treats others as stupid is the real stupid." ”

Their voices were not small, and everyone present could hear them clearly.

Of course, the three heroes who killed him could hear it clearly.

The life-killing scholar couldn't hold back any longer, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, extremely red, beautiful and beautiful.

Blood, of course, is hot.

Only this time, it was his own blood that was shed, and it was no longer someone else's.

It turned out that his blood was also red, not black.

"Big brother!"

Scarface and Ghost Hammer exclaimed.

However, the scholar could no longer hear, because he had fainted.

The two looked at Chen Beiluo, and saw that he had already gone upstairs, so they hurriedly picked up the scholar and ran away, and disappeared into the vast night in a blink of an eye.

"Why let them go?"

"Is there one?"

"Didn't you?"

"Is there one?"

Chen Beiluo smiled, smiling mysteriously.

The silver moonlight passed through the hallway, shining on his face, and seemed to become mysterious.

In fact, as early as when he left Sanyayuan, Chen Beiluo had found that someone was following, although their whereabouts were very secretive, but it was even more difficult to hide his divine thoughts than to ascend to the sky, but the other party was really calm, and he followed him until the Yuelai Inn before he excused himself to make trouble.

It's a pity that they underestimate their opponents too much and overestimate themselves.

Perhaps it was because of their growing prestige that they lost themselves.

People with great fame tend to have their eyes above the top.

People who are above the top will inevitably lose their prudence in doing things, and once they lose prudence in doing things, the consequences are often very serious.

Especially the people in the rivers and lakes who lick blood from the knife edge.

Because what they lose is likely to be their own life.

From this point of view, fame is sometimes not as good as people think.