Qin Yi has lived for 10,000 years, and he has never seen any demons and monsters in hell, even the fox immortals of the fox clan can see through it, not to mention Tang Long's careful thoughts.

This is a ruthless man, but he is even more of a villain.

When the villain has nothing, he will make a desperate bet and return blood for blood.

But once you have a sharp weapon in your hand, you will inevitably plan for yourself at all times.

As much as people think too much, their courage will fail.

If the rainstorm pear flower needle was in the hands of Mi Wuye or even Zhang Wenqiang, Qin Yi really didn't dare to be so fearless.

"Master Tang, you, what do you mean by that?"

Fu Shimin asked puzzled.

"Let me tell you, he is afraid, afraid of death, afraid that he can't afford to lose!"

"I think at this moment, what he thinks most about is how to run for his life and leave the place of right and wrong, instead of being my enemy."

"Tang Long, am I right?"

Qin Yi stood up, leaned on the handle of the chair, and asked with a smile.

"The surname is Qin, do you really think I don't dare to touch you?"

"I'll kill you right now."

Tang Long was seen through what Qin Yi was thinking, and said angrily.

"It's late, you've just missed the best opportunity!"

"Ghosted!"

Qin Yi's shoulders shook.

Recite!

Suddenly, dozens of clones appeared in the field, surrounding Tang Long in a circle.

Since his cultivation has advanced to the Great Advancement, Qin Yi has been able to divide seven seven and forty-nine clones, and at this time, forty-nine figures, connected to the deity, fifty identical people, made Tang Long's scalp tingle for a while.

"Rainstorm pear flower needle, can only attack people on the same side from one angle."

"That is, you can only shoot a maximum of three."

"Fifty, kill three, you want to kill me, the odds don't seem to be too high."

Qin Yi said with a smile.

The doppelgangers spoke at the same time, laughing out loud.

It was a really weird scene.

Tang Long was forced to take medicine to improve his strength, and at this moment, the negative effect of the medicine was on the rise, coupled with the decline of his heart qi, the front was created by Qin Yi, and at this moment, he was dizzy in the face of dozens of Qin Yi laughing at the same time.

Qin Yi is right, the shortcoming of the rainstorm pear flower needle is that it is a one-shot deal, and among fifty people, it is almost impossible to find out the true body.

The father and son of the Fu family also felt a burst of despair.

Tang Long was all their hope, and once he was defeated, all his efforts would be in vain.

However, the odds of winning this bet are too low.

"Who's the real thing!"

"Who's the real thing?"

Tang Long spun around for a while, looking around in place, as the fifty people approached and closed in on him step by step at the same time, he felt that he was about to be swallowed up by the tide.

"Do it!"

Fifty people drank at the same time.

"If you don't do it, I'm going to kill you!"

Qin Yi sneered, and fifty doppelgangers simultaneously struck at Tang Long with his palm.

At the moment of life and death, time and space seem to stand still.

"Do it!"

The father and son of the Fu family shouted in fear.

Their only chance of winning was when Tang Long pulled the trigger.

Tang Long looked at the palm that was getting clearer and clearer, dense, and the strings in his head suddenly seemed to be broken.

That kind of dizziness, fear, despair and gloomy life made him roar like a madman between life and death, and then sat on the ground with a butt in his arms.

Sou!

The figure collapsed in an instant, and everything was over.

Everyone's hearts, after a sharp pain, finally slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sou!

Qin Yi stood in the middle of the field with his hands behind his back!

The morning breeze stirred his black hair and green shirt, and it was exquisite!

The golden sunlight shone on his side face, and the carved face was as handsome as a god!

Tang Long didn't dare to pull that in the end!

He can't afford to gamble, and he doesn't dare to bet!

He was never a winner, but a complete loser.

Rainstorm Pear Blossom is an artifact for him, and it is also a psychological shackle.

He put all his hopes on this treasure.

So much so that it was like a Tarzan on his shoulders, and he hesitated when he was asked to gamble on the blow of his life for the sake of three-tenths of the fiftieth.

The more he hesitated, the more Qin Yi's momentum grew.

In the end, he found that Rao was in possession of the murder weapon, and he was humble and pitiful in front of this dragon-like boy.

He has never won in his life, so how can he think he can win this time?

The inferiority, darkness, and failure in the bones, in front of the strong light, finally lost a lot.

After all, he still didn't have the courage to pull the trigger.

"This thing, in your hands, can't kill anyone."

"Bring it!"

Qin Yi walked up to Tang Long with his hands behind his back and stretched out his hand.

"You can't carry it, why bother?"

"Bring it!"

Qin Yi looked at him sympathetically, as if he was pitying a helpless old man.

Tang Long looked at the mountain-like young man, trembling all over, and finally he trembled his hands, knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head, and presented the world's famous murder weapon.

"Good."

Qin Yi took the rainstorm pear flower needle, and slapped his fingers on the needle box, and all the holes were closed.

"Woo!"

Tang Long crawled at the young man's feet, old tears were crissling, and he cried like a child.

At the moment when he handed over the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle, he suddenly seemed to have lost his heavy body, and his whole person became ethereal.

Having been running away for decades, he's tired!

Revenge? Be the doorman?

Does it still make sense?

"Big brother, come back with me."

"Master of the door, you are here!"

Tang Jue walked over slowly, squatted down and hugged this old and decadent brother who had already been unrecognizable, and did not hesitate to disfigure himself in order to escape.

Tang Long was only three years older than him, but Tang Jue was still personable and in the prime of life, while his eldest brother was already so old that it was heart-wrenching.

He thought in his mind that the eldest brother in the past was the number one drug master in the Tang Sect, and how handsome and chic he was at that time, and he was admired by thousands of people.

At that time, the eldest brother had a deep brotherhood with him, and they were inseparable, one attacked the poison and the other attacked the organ, which can be described as a double masterpiece of the Tang Sect.

However, just a false name, just a few rights, brothers cannibalism, decades of one killing, one fleeing, goodbye, is also such a sad situation.

As he spoke, the master of the Tang Sect knelt heavily in front of his brother, tears raged horizontally, and slammed down in front of him.

He hated himself for being intolerant and wanted to kill them all, but this was his Qin brother in front of him.

"Ahhhh

"Shall we stop fighting?"

Tang Long began to gulp blood in his mouth, opened his eyes hard, and looked at this younger brother who had been absent for decades seriously.

"Brother!"

"Don't fight, don't fight, let's go home!"

Tang Jue tried hard to help him up, but his hand touched his vein, only to find that Tang Long's heart was broken.

"Big brother, you!"

"Quick, take the pill!"

Tang Jue hurriedly took out the porcelain bottle, because he was nervous and scared, most of the pills were spilled on the ground, and he didn't care how much, he was about to stuff it into his brother's mouth.

(End of chapter)