Chapter 3: Going to Huashan Alone for Revenge (11)

"Second Brother Yun, let's fight later, you remember to pay attention to find a breakthrough, among our people, you have the best light skills, you are responsible for taking Brother Li away, we will drag it here, don't fall in love."

Luo Xiyuan rushed before Li Cefeng spoke.

"No!"

Li Cefeng saw that she turned around and was about to get out of the carriage, and shouted anxiously.

In any case, he couldn't let her risk it for herself. If he's gone, then she probably won't survive.

Luo Xiyuan ignored Li Cefeng's obstruction, resolutely jumped out of the carriage, looked back at him and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't let myself fall into a desperate situation, Lu Fu's negligence will never happen again!" ”

Looking at the girl's confident and bright smile, he didn't know how to answer, so he just stayed there with a depressed expression.

"My stepfather will never leave me alone, and when there will be a vicious fight, I will release the beggars' distress flares, and then I will have nearby beggars' children come to help!"

After Luo Xiyuan finished explaining, he walked straight to Chang Ting's side.

In the woods not far away, a group of people were densely arranged, and except for a few people in the front row, they couldn't see their faces clearly.

Yun Fei was right, there were indeed top masters among these people, but the most terrifying thing was the wheel battle of hundreds of people, which absolutely exhausted their last bit of strength physically.

Luo Xiyuan raised his face and looked at Chang Tingdao: "Uncle Shi, can I bring my things?" ”

Chang Ting reached out and took out a slender silver whip from his arms and handed it to her.

The whip was made of silver wire and thousand-year-old rattan, and when looked closely, it was covered with thin, pointed barbs.

Luo Xiyuan held the long whip and smiled like an old friend.

There are more than a dozen of them in a group, and their martial arts can be regarded as the top masters, only her master is Chang Ting, followed by the Yun brothers, and they can be regarded as first-class masters in terms of fighting alone. Although Luo Xiyuan is very fast, it is far from enough to talk about the purity of internal strength, and the opponent on the spot can often only win with skill, and if he encounters a master with profound internal strength, he will be quickly defeated.

At this time, dozens of people had already rushed forward, and their faces were full of ruthlessness.

The Yun brothers brought ten courtyards in Qinglong Villa, although their martial arts were not very profound, but they were more than enough for some ordinary officers and soldiers of the enemy.

Those guards were the first to meet them, and when the sword was waved, some people fell down with a bang, and never got up again.

Yun Chang turned his head to look at Yun Fei not far behind him, and said in a deep voice: "You just need to take care of the young man, and wait for us to fight a bloody path first......

Yun Fei's face was solemn and he nodded solemnly.

In the blink of an eye, another group of officers and soldiers and disciples of the Jianghu gang rushed up.

With Li Cefeng's carriage as the center, several people quickly lined up in different directions, and the southeast corner of the common Ting Station, the northwest corner of Luoxiyuan Station, the southwest corner of Yunchang Station, and the northeast corner were guarded by those guards.

Luo Xiyuan waved his long whip, and in an instant, a silver shadow, like an icy snake, shuttled between the enemies.

Although the strength in her hands is not strong, she is skillful and easy, and every whip will definitely hit the vital points of others.

After a group of disciples who didn't know what gang they were fighting with Chang Ting fell, the officers and soldiers behind them held torches and approached step by step, and suddenly a path split in the middle of the crowd, and an old man in a brocade robe walked out from behind. After Chang Ting felt the other party's deep inner breath, he looked at the person with cold eyes, and the person's face was light, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to those of the beggar's camel.

"Senior brother! I haven't seen you for many years, but you're still as majestic as ever! ”

The old man hooked the corners of his mouth, and the corner of his brocade robe moved in the night wind.

Chang Chang Ting had already recognized the person, and immediately snorted coldly, and said: "Goshawk, I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still such a virtue that can't be on the stage, and now you have become a court eagle dog!" Now, you can't be called a goshawk, you have to be called a dog instead? ”

It is common to have a leisurely and powerful mouth, but secretly he has mobilized the internal force of his body, concentrated on his palm, and is ready to attack at any time.

He knew the person in front of him too well, with this person present, it would be difficult to protect Luo Xiyuan today, let alone send Li Cefeng to escape, it was really difficult to ascend to the sky.

Desert goshawk. In the north of the desert, the terrifying desert goshawks. In the past few years in the martial arts, it has tended to be a nightmarish existence. They include some people who are burdened with blood and hatred, as well as orphans who are lonely. This sect is bloodthirsty and ferocious, and all the sect tasks are left alive, no matter men, women, old and young, no one can be spared.

And the "goshawk" called by this common thunderbolt is the head of the desert goshawk faction, who has always been retributive and ruthless. Just last year, because of personal vendetta, he slaughtered the other party all over the house overnight. For a time, this terrible incident not only spread up and down the Mohe, but also spread all over the country.

The goshawk didn't see his anger when he heard Chang Ting's words, but instead hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Senior brother is really powerful, he has been sitting firmly in the position of the number one big elder in the Central Plains for so many years, but this temper is even worse!" ”

"Less nonsense! If you want to fight, hurry up, you dog, some time ago, you dared to pretend to be an elder of my beggar gang to besiege Li Gongzi! There is no shame in it! ”

In addition to facing Luo Xiyuan, Chang Ting has a temper tantrum in front of others, so where is it long-winded at this time.

burst into a shout: "Look at the move!" ”

Immediately mobilized the internal force, the eighteen styles of the "Dragon Thunder Palm", and unfolded layer by layer, and the end was extremely domineering.

The goshawk didn't say much, and used a set of palm techniques with his bare hands, which was even more elegant and distant compared with the domineering and ruthless "Dragon Thunder Palm".

It took twenty or thirty moves, and the two of them didn't hurt each other at all. Chang Ting's initial vigilance and worry in his heart relaxed a little at this time.

When the goshawk saw that his solemn expression was a little softened, he laughed, and his eyes were full of madness.

"Senior brother, you really have limited talent, no wonder the master ...... back then"

"Shut up!"

Before the goshawk could finish his sentence, Chang Ting let out a loud shout to stop him from continuing.

Often, Ting was full of annoyance and resentment, and his palm became faster and faster, and more and more vicious.

The goshawk glanced at Chang Ting with a smile and did not continue. The strength and palm technique in his hands also changed, and the move was towards the vital attack on Chang Ting's body.

This time, after only seven or eight moves, Chang Ting was forced to retreat again and again, and made a judgment.

The goshawk did not hesitate at all, the killing moves gradually increased, and the palm technique changed faster and faster, and Chang Ting not only retreated again and again, but also did not look good on his face.

"Hmph. Dare to shout for this ability? Senior brother, you really can't be used......"

Goshawk's tone was cold and full of disdain.

Cold sweat has oozed from Chang Ting's forehead, and if he continues to fight, something will definitely happen......