Duan Jiagolang's strength is in the middle of the same level, but because he acts ruthlessly on weekdays, he leaves no room for it. The people who are defeated by their hands almost all end up in a broken up, so they will break out some fierce reputations, and in the fight with others, as long as they show their names, the other party will first lose three points in momentum.

But once he encounters the top existence of the younger generation like Dian Shaoqing, he is like a papier-mâché tiger, even if he has more moves, he has no chance of winning in front of his strength.

"Second, fourth!" the red tassel gun of the third lang instantly cracked.

But no matter how frightened and angry he was, he didn't have time to give him a feeling, because at this time, Tang Xian's firewood knife had already swept in.

"A waste with no internal strength dares to come out to me?!" Saburo roared angrily.

originally thought that Duan Jiagolang would make a move, and the sword book must be in the bag, but the instant death of the second and fourth children made San Lang's red tassel gun experience ups and downs in his heart in just a few seconds.

The death of two brothers made him furious. The death of the two brothers so easily terrified him.

Under this double torture, Tang Xian's blow without half the blessing of internal force, and the use of a worn-out firewood knife, in his opinion, was a kind of humiliation like 'Tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs', which made him instantly find an outlet for his emotions.

"Look at the gun!" San Lang's red tassel spear's internal force was running wildly, and all the strength of the lower eight pins was input into the red tassel spear and stabbed towards Tang Xian.

Stimulated by anger and fear, Saburo Red Tassel Gun actually forgot that he only took someone's right arm.

Soon, the red tassel spear had already come to the wood knife, and the tip of San Lang's spear was made of fine iron, which was extremely sharp. The body of the gun is hard ironwood, and with the blessing of internal force, the originally hard ironwood body becomes like steel.

At this time, in San Lang's red tassel gun's mind, he had already imagined the scene of Tang Xian being worn into a sugar gourd by his own red tassel gun.

"Die!" roared Saburo the Red Tassel.

However, it backfired!

"Bang!"

With a boom, Saburo's figure slammed into the ground with a scream.

In front of Tang Xian's blow, San Lang was horrified to find that it seemed to be a huge wave head-on, the force was endless, vigorous and powerful, in front of this absolute strength, San Lang had no room for resistance.

"Hold on!" "The two-strand sword man had already lost the indifference he had just now, and shouted anxiously.

The sudden appearance of the seven-rank martial artist instantly killed the second and fourth, and the third lang was dignified and the eighth-rank, facing a guy with no internal strength, he was beaten with one move and had no power to fight back!

The only thing that can be done now is to escape from the Cliff Valley after saving San Lang, as long as the Cliff Valley is out, no one will dare to kill in front of the great sword hero Wu Daodao.

"Old Five!" the double-strand sword man ran in the direction of Tang Xian, and roared at the same time.

Hearing Da Lang's order, Gorou Triangular Phoenix Feather Bow hurriedly took two steps back, widened the distance, set up a longbow, and two sharp arrows shot out in the direction of Tang Xian in an instant.

"Ping-pong!"

I saw Dian Shaoqing's two halberds flashing, completely sealing the offensive line of the Gorou Sanfang Phoenix Feather Gong.

At this time, Tang Xian looked at San Lang's red tassel gun lying on the ground expressionlessly, and said, "The book says that you ...... Damn!"

Raise your knife!

"Third child, hold on!" Da Lang held a double-strand sword, crossed Dian Shaoqing, and ran in the direction of Tang Xian.

In his heart, as long as San Lang blocks Tang Xian's blow, then he will inevitably arrive in time, and when the time comes, one of the upper eight grades and one of the lower eight grades, he will definitely be able to defeat Tang Xian reasonably.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the third red tassel gun, and he also fought hard, holding the red tassel gun in his hand, and the internal force of his whole body frantically poured into the body of the iron and wood gun, making the body of the iron and wood gun extremely hard, and roared in his mouth: "Block it for me!"

And Tang Xian, holding the firewood knife in his hand high, the rusty firewood knife, at this time in San Lang's eyes, looks like a powerful ghost asking for his life.

The knife fell...... Keep falling......

At this moment, a picture suddenly flashed in Tang Xian's eyes, and the picture was the picture of himself chopping wood in Jiuqi Town.

No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the hunger and cold...... Every year, every season, every month, every day, the wood knife is wielded, day after day, year after year.

Suddenly, a hint of epiphany flashed in Tang Xian's eyes.

That epiphany was not an increase in cultivation, but as if a layer of dust was instantly wiped off the spiritual platform in the heart, allowing the sunlight below to shine up, making the whole mind clear and transparent.

I saw Tang Xian say softly:

"Everything is firewood in front of me!"

The next moment, swords and guns intersected.

There is no strong collision, no sound of sore teeth intersecting with Jingo, there is no obstacle.

The rusty wood knife easily cut through the steel-solid ironwood spear, as if the sharp blade had cut through tofu.

The red tassel spear split into two, and in the desperate eyes of Saburo red tassel spear, the chai knife continued downward.

Da Lang's double-strand sword rushed desperately, but it didn't make the slightest sense.

The firewood knife fell, and Saburo's huge head flew up, and blood spurted out of his neck, and blood foam splattered more than two meters high.

The knife is unpretentious, yet extremely sharp. Zhao Gou, who had been protected by a one-minded Taoist priest, was suddenly stunned when he saw this knife, and the next moment a burst of light erupted in his eyes, staring at Tang Xian's knife.

"Rabbit cub, take your life!" At this time, the double-strand sword fell from the sky, the two long swords were crossed, and both hands were fiercely swung, like a huge pair of scissors, trying to cut off Tang Xian's head with one blow.

At this time, Tang Xian had already recovered from his enlightenment just now, and when he saw the blow, he immediately swung his firewood knife upwards and put it on top of his head.

"Sonorous!"

The firewood knife accurately blocks the way of the two swords, and one move blocks two swords!

Suddenly, Da Lang felt as if his two swords had been slashed on the hard marble, and the strong shock made his hands numb instantly, and he almost couldn't hold the double-strand sword.

"Snatching the sword spectrum of the Sword Sect, it's up to you?" Tang Xian looked at the big man in the sky, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Fart!" Da Lang's internal strength skyrocketed, and the cultivation of the eighth grade smashed the hairband, and the whole person was covered with hair, and his face was hideous, like a ghost.

The double-strand sword was resting on the chai knife, his waist was forced, and his right foot kicked out fiercely towards Tang Xian's chest.

"Haha!

Tang Xian seemed to be aroused by this blow, and the battle intent hidden in his blood resurfaced again, and the sea meridian ran wildly, all condensed in his chest, and suddenly the sackcloth was blown full of fierce momentum, and it was puffed up like a balloon.

I saw Tang Xian straighten his chest forward, and he was going to use his chest to take Da Lang's kick!

"Arrogance!"

Da Lang roared frantically, and then kicked Tang Xian's chest firmly.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Tang Xian took two steps back, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but his face was flushed, his eyes were red, and he was glowing with excitement, and he shouted in his mouth: "Haha!

"Ah......h

And the big wolf, after kicking out this kick, actually let out a terrible scream, and his whole body fell to the ground in an instant, and the kick that kicked Tang Xian's body was already blurred with flesh and blood at this time, and even exposed the white bones.

Tang Xian gradually calmed down the fighting intent in his heart, his eyes returned to their former clarity, and he turned his head to Dian Shaoqing and said, "Look, I'll just say that the soft hedgehog armor is useful!"

After that, Tang Xian stepped forward, stepped on Da Lang's chest, and raised the firewood knife in his hand.

"Slow...... Wait!" Da Lang had completely lost his strength, his eyes were full of despair, and he begged: "My Duan Jiazhai can give you a large sum of ......"

"I heard that you like to cut off people's heads?" Before Da Lang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Xian, only to see Tang Xian's expressionless face, and said softly:

The book says...... You deserve to die too!"

The knife falls! Dalang's body is separated!

Within a few rounds, Duan Jiagoro actually died four, leaving only you Golang, holding a three-edged phoenix feather bow in his hand, his legs trembled, and he was so frightened that he peed his pants.

"Ahh

The powerful fear stimulated Gorou's brain, and finally collapsed, only to see that Gorou screamed, the longbow in his hand was still on the ground, and the whole person ran towards the valley as if he had lost his soul.

Looking at Wulang's distant figure, Dian Shaoqing looked at Tang Xian.

Tang Xian said: "He should be damned!"

Dian Shaoqing stepped forward, picked up the three-edged phoenix feather bow on tiptoe, picked up a sharp arrow, pulled the bowstring, and said, "Hehe, dare to play with the bow in front of the Iron Halberd Army?"

"Whoosh!"

Black lightning instantly hit Gorou, and in an instant, Gorou fell to the ground like a puppet with a broken string, rolling a few times.

Duan Jia Goro, fall!