Li Lao Ghost carried the exaggerated axe and swept into the crowd like a thousand troops, and the majestic force directly cut off the shoulder of the person next to him in half with an axe, and the man with a scumbag on his face covered his mutilated shoulder and fell down in pain, and the blood melted in the rain, like a very beautiful landscape painting. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ma Sanye rushed to Li Lao Ghost with a machete, and slashed with a knife, Li Lao Ghost raised his big axe with both hands to block the menacing knife, and a piercing impact sound came from the tip of the knife, but there was no gap, but there were some slight curl marks at the knife edge.

This knife is made of stainless steel by Ma Sanye himself, he relied on this knife and a ruthless force to enter Kyoto City, when the Black Tiger Gang built a gang, he was named Ma Sanye, and the veterans of the Black Tiger Gang were only three of them.

Old Ghost Li smiled, took back the big axe, and instantly turned the axe into a hammer and smashed it into Ma Sanye in front of him.

Ma Sanye didn't dare to take it hard, he knew that this axe weighed more than forty catties, and only the monster Li Laogui would use such a heavy thing as a weapon. He rolled up a puddle of rain from under his feet with one side step and flashed it sideways.

Old Ghost Li missed the blow, retracted the axe and attacked, and the heavy axe was as flexible as a spear in his hand.

There was already a mess around, the dull and dull sound of the tip of the knife entering the flesh, the miserable shouts of the little brother with the broken palm, and the echo of the fallen body smashing on the bluestone slab... This alley, the bridge, has been stained with blood, mixed with rainwater flowing into the Fu River.

At this time, the sound of the rain seemed so delicate and weak, and the thunder was even more suppressed, and it was difficult to hear.

Just when Li Laogui and Ma Sanye were fighting inseparably, there were three people who still did not move, Jiang He, Hu Xiaoliu and Zhang Laowu who was standing on the other side of the river.

"It's really boring, what do you say, Hu Xiaoliu. Zhang Laowu, who was on the other side of the river, played with the short barrier knife in his hand and whispered to Hu Xiaoliu.

Hu Xiaoliu licked the rain from the corner of his mouth and returned: "Yes, but... It's still fun to kill you. ”

Jiang He stood behind Hu Xiaoliu puzzled, he didn't understand what Old Ghost Li was referring to, but vaguely felt that something was wrong, it seemed that the rain around him began to drift a little incoordinatedly, and some of the rain actually began to fly up and smashed on the inside of the umbrella. It was like a swarm of disoriented mosquitoes scurrying around, and some raindrops even began to spin and form a whirlpool at Hu Xiaoliu's feet.

Jiang He looked at the rain beside Hu Xiaoliu blankly, and suddenly understood.

Cultivators!

Hu Xiaoliu and Zhang Wuye are both cultivators! And the realm is not low, and the rain around Hu Xiaoliu has begun to drift around under the influence of the vitality of heaven and earth.

Zhang Wuye smiled coldly, held the obstacle knife in his hand and bowed his waist to close his abdomen, kicked his feet, and shot towards this alley like a flying arrow feather, and the bluestone brick he was where just now had turned into powder, and in the blink of an eye, he had rushed to Hu Xiaoliu with rain and endless momentum.

Jiang He's hand tightened, too fast! He didn't even have time to draw the sword in his hand.

Hu Xiaoliu smiled slightly, but his expression was a little dignified, and the umbrella in his hand turned into an iron ruler in front of him as soon as he closed it.

A faint light sprinkled on the umbrella in Hu Xiaoliu's hand, and the ordinary oil-paper umbrella in front of him seemed to have turned into a thousand-zhang city wall, and Zhang Wuye's knife could not advance a single point when it was in front of the umbrella.

Hu Xiaoliu's right hand holding the handle of the umbrella shook, Zhang Wuye seemed to have received a strong impact force, he held the knife and flew away, stopped a few meters away, he stopped, the rain fell from the top of his head and wet his hair and a black shirt, he looked at Hu Xiaoliu, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for half a year, and the realm of the six brothers is one point higher." ”

"Yes, Grandpa, I'm more than a point higher. Hu Xiaoliu smiled, revealing the sharp tiger teeth at the corners of his mouth. He wrapped the umbrella around the hemp rope from his bosom and tied it tightly.

Zhang Wuye grabbed the barrier knife and rushed up again, with a thunderous momentum. A faint light condensed from his palm and instantly smashed towards Hu Xiaoliu who was standing in the rain.

Hu Xiaoliu shouted loudly, turned the umbrella into a sword and slashed at Zhang Wuye.

The handover of the umbrella and the knife, which was originally an ordinary weapon, burst out with a strong aura at this moment, like a gust of autumn wind sweeping across the withered lotus pond, and those broken lotus leaves instantly broke apart!

The two walls on the side of the alley shook violently, and were subjected to a strong impact, Jiang He, who saw this, hurriedly put down the umbrella in his hand and blocked it in front of him, and a strong impact came from the tip of the umbrella, although it was several feet away, but the aftermath still made him feel unsteady, and the rain was all out of direction and slapped on his face.

Jiang He was a little nervous, but more excited, and his hand holding the umbrella was firm and strong. He stared at the alley in front of him, this was the first time he had seen a battle between cultivators, he seemed to have felt the sound of his own heartbeat, what kind of power should this be...

Hu Xiaoliu was holding the handle of the umbrella obliquely, the oil paper on the umbrella was already a little broken, and he looked a little embarrassed when it was stained with rain. But his eyes were very bright, and the umbrella in his hand turned and attacked Zhang Wuye.

A burst of light came from the tip of his umbrella, and the falling rain instantly evaporated on the tip of the umbrella, turning into mist and enveloping the tip of the umbrella. Zhang Wuye looked at the oil-paper umbrella that stabbed at him, flashed sideways, and the short and sharp barrier knife in his hand turned a beautiful knife flower, instantly cutting Hu Xiaoliu's neck.

But there was no blood splashing as expected, not even a trace of sound, Hu Xiaoliu's shining palm grabbed the barrier knife that stabbed his neck, and the knife with endless sharp light stopped in Hu Xiaoliu's hand, exuding a slight coldness.

Zhang Wuye's eyes were shocked, his body twisted away at an extremely strange angle, and the force passed along his waist to his arm and then to the knife in Hu Xiaoliu's hand, Hu Xiaoliu let go of the knife in his hand. At the same time, Zhang Wuye put away his knife and retreated, because the paper umbrella had already grazed the corners of his clothes, and if he took a step further, his body would be pierced by the paper umbrella.

Zhang Wuye withdrew the barrier knife in his hand, the knife in his hand was like a pool of clear water, with a simple and quiet meaning, and the mottled and complex patterns were stained with stains, which was Hu Xiaoliu's blood.

Blood flowed down Hu Xiaoliu's palm, and drop by drop mixed with rain hit the bluestone slab on the ground.

Zhang Wuye grinned and said coldly: "Today, you will die in this alley." ”

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Zhang Wuye, and then smiled.

He took a handful of rain from his palm, and then suddenly swayed it, and the rain in his hand suddenly turned into ice crystals after it broke away from his palm, shining with crystal brilliance.

Those ice crystals are like handfuls of ice under the eaves of the cold winter, but they are blood-colored and look a little bewitching red, which is extremely beautiful.

Zhang Wuye moved sideways, and the wall behind him was hit by ice crystals and collapsed.

The rubble around those walls instantly froze into ice bricks, and even the temperature around them plummeted.

Zhang Wuye's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at those bricks and tiles, and he was surprised: "It seems that the disease in your body has worsened again." Let me guess, are you going to drink three jugs a day now?"

The people who know themselves best in this world are always the enemies who want to kill them all the time. Zhang Wuye naturally knew why Hu Xiaoliu was drinking, he practiced in the snow mountain back then, and since then, the cold qi has entered the body and injured his meridians, and he can only rely on hot wine to suppress it every day, and it is impossible to improve the cultivation in the long run, and it is even possible to regress.

Hu Xiaoliu smiled slightly, noncommittal, he said coldly: "It's enough to kill you." ”

An icicle suddenly rose from under Zhang Wuye's feet, like a spring bamboo shoot that suddenly grew from the ground after a spring rain, silent and extremely fast, this icicle is extremely thin, if you look closely, this is simply a countless raindrops frozen upside down condensed!

Although Zhang Wuye had dodged away for the first time, he was still a little slower after all, and his calf was scraped an inch-long cut by this icicle, and blood flowed down his calf.

Hu Xiaoliu didn't stop as soon as he struck, and rushed suddenly with an umbrella, and the umbrella in his hand was covered with a thick layer of frost, like a sharp stone on the snow-capped mountain for thousands of years, with a proud coldness.

The umbrella came from the rain, passed through the endless rain, and suddenly, the rain in this alley was cut into two sections! The silky rain was like a curtain that had been cut, and it was broken at the waist! A paper umbrella actually cut through the wind and rain in this alley!

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