The widow swallowed a mouthful of blood that came up, only to feel a burst of bitterness in his mouth, but it was not easy to scream, it was really in response to the saying, "The dumb eats the yellow lotus, and the bitterness cannot be said." www.biquge.info"But helplessly, the person on the other side didn't mean to let him go."

"Stomp Pedal Pedal

I saw Meng Yuan taking small steps, holding a short knife in his hand, his murderous aura condensed, like substance, and walked straight over, the short knife in his hand was cold, like a butcher walking towards pigs and sheep to be slaughtered.

"Hidden head and tail mongrel, you didn't look at the yellow calendar when you went out today, and someone sent you to see the king of Hades."

"Daddy Ami!"

The man screamed, fell to the ground like a dead dog, and grabbed the long knife like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw.

Rolling backwards, panting, half-raised his head, but saw Meng Yuan stop a foot away, and after seeing him look up, he raised his left hand, gestured on his neck, and made a throat cut.

"Panic, struggle, I'll slit your neck and throw you down from here."

The long knife in his hand, his courage was lifted, and seeing that Meng Yuan did not do it immediately, he hurriedly pulled out the knife out of the sheath, and the knife light was like a flood of autumn water, green and cold, piercing into the muscles and bones, but it was also a divine weapon.

He took a stance, holding the scabbard in his left hand, holding a long knife in his right hand, his left hand hanging down from his waist, and raising the knife in his right hand to raise his eyebrows, the blade facing outward, and he could be slashed at any time. But his body didn't move like a stone statue, and his hateful gaze stared at Meng Yuan, and the sword light and gaze shrouded him in reverse.

"A slash in the wind? Hehe, just put the knife here. ”

The short knife in his hand was also raised, and he actually put on a similar posture, a momentum far stronger than the other party, like a mountain pressing on the top, crushing towards the other party.

This is exactly his "Xuanhe Chop" starting posture, he actually intends to use this trick to shake the wind of this widow with a slash!

Beads of sweat continued to seep out of the man's head and body, and a drop fell to the ground and fell into eight petals, but he didn't dare to move at all.

"If the enemy does not move, I will not move, if the enemy moves, I will move first, and if I don't shoot, I will be hit." This static braking is the essence of the Japanese kendo.

It is precisely because he knows this well that he knows how terrible the other party's knife is, and he knows that as long as he moves slightly, the other party will cut him down, and he will definitely die, but the momentum on the other party's knife is constantly rising, squishing himself little by little.

"Brother Meng, please keep someone under the knife."

Just when this widow was dying and dying, Nangong Ling suddenly screamed and strode forward, actually going straight behind Meng Yuan.

But a tall Taoist had already blocked his way, holding the hilt of his sword, looking at him with a smile and saying, "Nangong Gang Master, you better be restless." ”

"You, what do you mean by this, Brother Chu, this, why is this?" Nangong Ling wanted to make a move, but when he saw Bai Qi's expression, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he suddenly thought of the fate of the White Jade Demon, and before he could raise his hand, he put it down, just looking at Chu Liuxiang with a look of help.

"Xiangshuai, you don't think that this widow happens to be here, right?" Bai Qi sneered.

Chu Liuxiang looked at Nangong Ling, sighed and said: "Brother Wu, I understand, Nangong, the death of the gang leader Ren has something to do with you, although I don't want to believe it, but now, I have to believe it." ”

Nangong Ling sighed and said, "A wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, I still underestimate you." Chu Liuxiang, I didn't want to hurt you, but why did you force me like this. ”

Chu Liuxiang was puzzled: "The old gang leader Ren has little time, you are the heir of the gang leader, why do you have to do this?" ”

Nangong Ling was stunned and said, "So you don't know? But I was too anxious, and I showed my feet, hehe, Nangong Ling, you are so uncontrollable, it turns out that all this is your own fault. ”

"It's called a thief's heart, right?" Guo Dalu sighed, and said abruptly.

"Stupid, what do you know?" Yan Qi slapped him and said.

"Well, I still don't get it." Guo Dalu is ignorant.

"Wow~~~~"

The widow suddenly screamed, and rushed towards Mengyuan regardless of it, slashing it down. His eyes were red, and his clothes were stirred up by the power of his body—the knife was a fatal blow, and he had no chance of leaving any more strength to spare.

"Good time"

Meng Yuan sneered, the Xuanhe slash that he had already gathered momentum suddenly fell, like a bright moon falling from the sky, and the sound of the crane could be faintly heard.

"Qiang"

Mengyuan's knife, which was one point faster than the Japanese people, slashed at the opponent's knife, the two knives exchanged blows, and an inexplicable concussive force passed along the knife body, and the Japanese people only felt a shock in their hands, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the long knife came out of their hands, and the opponent's knife light had already fallen.

The blood suddenly appeared, and what fell to the ground was a wrist-length broken palm, and what sounded was the scream of the Japanese people.

"Ah~~~~"

I saw that the widow rolled on the spot, and actually fell directly from the stone beam, and suddenly there was a "zheng" sound, and a silk thread flew out of his other hand and nailed into the stone wall. The body swayed with the silk thread, fluttering down, and looked up at Mengyuan, which contained deep hatred.

But this hatred turned into a frightened look in the next moment, just because the Taoist who was supposed to be in a daze on the stone beam actually jumped down directly, head down and on his feet, and pounced on him.

"Smack"

I saw that Meng Yuan's hands were wrong, and he grabbed the shoulders of this widow, and he heard a rattle, and he directly pinched his collarbone, and the widow only felt that there were thousands of hot steel needles piercing into the shoulders in the other party's hands, and he screamed and fainted directly.

With a flick of his hand, a flying claw Bailian lock shot out from Meng Yuan's sleeve, full of power, right in the middle of the stone beam, his wrist flicked, and the two of them rose into the sky like flag flower rockets and fell on the stone beam.

"Ah~~~"

Corresponding to it is Nangong Ling's expression, this young gang leader came to a big drama of "changing face" in front of everyone, from a look of regret, to a hideous look of wanting to do it, to the joy of seeing the widow fall and wanting to escape, to the surprise of seeing Meng Yuan chase down, and then to the despair of seeing Meng Yuan return.

In just a few breaths, the change in his mood, if he described it, could write a book.

"Nangong Gang Master, are you confessing to leniency, or do you want to call out your ambushed subordinates to resist strictly?"

"Let him go." A hint of madness flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, he raised his hand, waved it twice, and then looked at the opposite side of the stone beam.

When they looked back, they saw the door of the hut opposite, and out came a big man eight feet tall, shirtless and bald, like a beast, who had strode out with a chair held alof.

I saw that on the chair, Mu Ran was sitting upright, clothed with thorns, with a black veil on his face, and an urn in his hand. All you can see is a pair of bright eyes.

"Chu Liuxiang, don't you want to see Mrs. Ren, let us go, don't meddle in the affairs here, she is yours." Otherwise, all you get is a dead man. ”

The corners of Chu Liuxiang's eyes twitched, and she looked up to the sky and sighed: "Nangong Ling! Nangong Ling! I can't believe that you can do such a despicable and shameless thing, you ...... You've disappointed me a bit. ”

Nangong Ling walked out of the crowd, walked past Bai Qi, and was about to walk up to the stone beam, and went straight to Mengyuan, but heard Mengyuan say: "Okay, you win, this person will give it to you." ”

Suddenly, he raised his hand and threw the man at the big man on the opposite side.

Meng Yuan threw it away, how powerful it was, and he saw this widow's head forward, like an arrow towards the opposite side, as long as it hit the mountain rock, it would be a death immediately.

"Catch him!"

Nangong Ling shouted, at this time, the only one who could save the widow was the big man opposite, and he saw that the big man reached out and dropped the chair, opened his arms, and went to pick up the widow, but Meng Yuan moved at this time.

The entire stone beam shook, and a deep footprint appeared on it, and Meng Yuan's body shot out violently, chasing after the big man at the moment when he caught the Japanese man, and slapped his palm on the back of the Japanese man.

The big man originally had a little smirk on his face, but his smile suddenly froze, and then he opened his mouth in great horror, wanting to shout something, and saw a mouthful of angry blood spurting out, spraying the widow's head and face, and then, among his facial features, blood spurted out, and even two eyeballs rolled out of the sockets, and his body was like a bag of explosives exploded, blowing blood out of every pore, like a fountain.

"Passing on the power of separation--- the heaven and the earth are chaotic!"

This scene is too terrifying and bloody, the others are farther away, and it is better, but the most real thing to see is Nangong Ling, who has already run over half of the stone beam, only to feel chills, but he can't stand still, and he slumps directly on the stone beam. When Bai Qi restrained him, he found that his hands and feet were already weak, like a person who had not practiced martial arts.