Chapter 843

Long Xiaoshan slowly stood up.

No matter how fierce the warriors brought by Wang Chao and the group of young men just now, they smashed the tables, chairs, flower pots, and all kinds of guys in the entire room, and even the ground was full of potholes, full of desolation, as if a hurricane was passing through.

The two-meter radius where Long Xiaoshan sat was always calm and waveless.

No matter what palm strength, fist strength, sword wind, and sword qi repercussions reached him, all of them disappeared invisibly.

At this time, Wang Chao retreated to his side, and after hearing his words, he swallowed the pill and sat down directly to breathe, while Long Xiaoshan slowly stood up.

The hunchbacked old man, the middle-aged swordsman, and the beautiful woman in red were stunned.

In their opinion, Long Xiaoshan relied on Wang Chao's strength to dare to be so unscrupulous.

As long as Wang Chao is killed, Long Xiaoshan, the underground faucet of Hechuan City, will be a joke in front of the real hidden door powerhouse.

But Long Xiaoshan actually let Wang Chao take the initiative to retreat.

Slightly more than they expected.

Could it be that this so-called faucet is also a master.

Seeing that Long Xiaoshan was plain and unremarkable, without any internal strength, even when he came out, his steps were light and fluttering, unlike a warrior who was as stable as an old tree.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a big master.

"Be careful, he's very powerful, he can throw fireballs to burn people to ashes, and he can block bullets. Zheng Zhongtian suddenly reminded the hunchbacked Lao Su and others loudly.

He was afraid that these three people would be careless and fall into Long Xiaoshan's trap.

This is their last resort.

If these three people also have an accident.

It's hard to say whether they can get out of here today.

With Long Xiaoshan's decisiveness, he would not let go of those who betrayed him.

When the three of them heard Zheng Zhongtian's words, their faces changed slightly, the fireball burned people, blocking the bullets, and the hunchbacked old man said awe-inspiringly: "It turned out to be a master of Xuanmen." ”

If before, they would have doubted what Zheng Zhongtian said, Long Xiaoshan looked too young, and it was unlikely that he would be a master of Xuanmen magic.

But there is Wang Chao in front.

They were also cautious, and did not dare to underestimate Long Xiaoshan, lest the boat capsize in the gutter.

But there was a slight surprise.

Aren't magic masters generally like to hide in the distance and release cold arrows?

Why did Long Xiaoshan actually move forward leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Don't he know.

A master of magic, in the face of a powerful internal strength martial artist, once he gets close, life and death are no longer up to him.

Seeing that Long Xiaoshan was getting closer and closer, he was already close to their ten meter range.

The three of them suddenly had a chill in their eyes, murderous aura, and started to do something.

The beautiful woman in red was like a cloud of red light smoke, and in an instant she was close to Long Xiaoshan, bursts of laughter like silver bells came, in front of Long Xiaoshan's eyes, there were suddenly countless graceful beauties, revealing clothes, beautiful buttocks and breasts, looming, coquettish moaning, sound into the ears, and bursts of pink mist, floating into the tip of Long Xiaoshan's nose, making people feel carve-like, Long Xiaoshan seemed to enter the gentle countryside all of a sudden, everything around disappeared, leaving only intoxication like a dream.

The beautiful woman in red saw that Long Xiaoshan's eyes showed an obsessive look, and a trace of cold killing intent flashed in her eyes, like a poisonous snake, she stretched out a snow-white palm and pinched it towards Long Xiaoshan's throat, her sharp nails were glowing with blue light, obviously containing poison, and she saw blood to seal her throat.

At the moment when the beautiful woman's finger touched Long Xiaoshan's throat.

Long Xiaoshan's eyes suddenly burned with two dazzling golden flames, boom! In the blink of an eye, they swept through the Eight Desolations, erupting from their eye sockets, and the golden flames rushed into the eyes of the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman let out a terrible scream, blood gushed out of her seven orifices, her body fell backwards again and again, covering her head, wailing in pain, and her originally beautiful face became like a demon.

Long Xiaoshan's spirit is so strong.

It is the body of a god.

The beautiful woman is only mentally charming, and she wants to make Long Xiaoshan fall into an illusion, just like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and she is immediately attacked by the spirit.

At this time, the middle-aged swordsman walked with the sword.

The sword flicked.

Dozens of points of sword light suddenly appeared.

False and real, a sword stabbed at Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows.

Bite!

When the sword light was close to Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows, it disappeared instantly, and the middle-aged swordsman was shocked, Long Xiaoshan was behind him with one hand, and the other hand was raised, stretching out two fingers to clamp the tip of the middle-aged swordsman's sword.

No matter how hard he tried, even the blade of the sword was bent, he couldn't make the long sword surge in the slightest.

Suddenly, a little dark red flame appeared from Long Xiaoshan's fingertips.

In an instant, like a spark on fire.

The dark red flames flowed along the long sword and burned into the hands of the middle-aged swordsman, who screamed miserably and hurriedly threw the long sword away, but the flames had already burned up his palm.

Roar!

The hunchbacked old man's attack arrived almost at the same time as the middle-aged swordsman.

At the moment when the flame ignited.

Long Xiaoshan's chest was already bulging violently, and then, like a huge blower, he slammed in, he opened his mouth, exhaled and made a sound, huh!

A milky white air current, condensed like a powerful arrow, erupted from his mouth.

Hit the humpbacked old man's smoking pot.

Bang!

The smoke pot was directly flattened, and the white air flow was only slightly offset, and it hit the hunchbacked old man's chest directly, knocking him out more than ten meters and slamming it against the wall.

At this time, the middle-aged swordsman screamed miserably.

actually cut off one of his arms and threw him to the ground.

The arm was instantly engulfed in fire and burned to charred ashes.

In the blink of an eye.

Three hidden masters.

One was devoured by the spirit, and the soul was severely damaged.

One had a broken arm.

One was beaten in one breath and his sternum was shattered, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Everyone was stunned, they couldn't believe their eyes.

These three masters, the strength they showed just now, is already extremely perverted, and when they fight with Wang Chao, it is like the sky is falling apart.

But in front of Long Xiaoshan, it was almost like a three-year-old child facing a strong man.

In the blink of an eye, the crippled is crippled, the crippled is crippled.

Everyone froze there, not daring to move.

The middle-aged swordsman only broke an arm, his consciousness was the most sober of the three, but it was also the most fearful, his life-killing swordsman Fan was different, and he was also a great master in the southwest.

I have encountered hundreds of battles in my life, but I have never met such a terrifying guy.

This man was ten times stronger than the best guy he had ever met.

Even, at this time, even the pain of a broken arm was forgotten.

Fan Wei trembled his lips and asked, "You, who are you?"

Long Xiaoshan chuckled: "You came to kill me, don't you even know who I am?"

Fan Bu thought to himself, how could he know, he only knew that he was invited by the Cui family to deal with an underground dragon head in Hechuan City, how could this kind of person enter the eyes of his deadly swordsman, so he didn't even ask his name.

Suddenly, a nearby martial artist trembled wildly, staring at Long Xiaoshan like a ghost, "You, you are Master Long?"

Long Xiaoshan pursed his eyes and smiled lightly: "You know me?"

"I, I, I," the warrior suddenly fell to his knees, kowtowed, and wailed in a hurry: "The master spares his life, the villain has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, offending the grandmaster, the crime deserves ten thousand deaths, the sin deserves ten thousand deaths." ”

(End of chapter)