The young man has lost all patience, and the hammer is heavy, and the hammer is heavy, and the hammer is deadly. Binli had to hug his head and run away, not to mention wielding a knife to counteract. Just because the knife had been knocked down by the square sledgehammer, it was picked up by the young man with the hammer.

The young man with the hammer swiped the hammer in his right hand, and the boom covered the pressure like a mountain collapse. The hammer method is brilliant, so that Binli is like a deep quagmire, the pace is messy and slow, and the only way to fight is to fight with a scabbard head-on.

At this time, the young man with the hammer attacked with a sword in his left hand, and the shadow of the knife was dense. Whirring, like the wind that crosses the valley and crosses the mountains. At first glance, it is the sword technique that Binli has just performed!

There are only two ways to live, one is to be hammered into pulp, and the other is to be chopped into pieces.

But seeing that Binli struggled to jump out of the way, and as soon as his body stood firm, he took a big step. Turn the upper half of the body and retract the scabbard in your right hand to make a knife draw.

"A knife to adult!" Bin Li shouted angrily.

The scabbard swung with force, slashing at the hammer and then onto the knife. When! Dang! Two rings rang out in succession, and the roar and the air wave repelled in all directions.

The hammer boy was caught off guard and was pushed back to the edge of the gambling arena. The transparent air shield was humming and moaning, and ripples were visible to the naked eye.

The young man with the hammer was amazed, only to feel that his hands were numb and weak, and the hammer and knife fell from his hands. The knife did not enter the ground, only the handle of the knife remained, and the hammer smashed into a pit the size of a water tank.

Bin Li didn't get much better, kneeling on one knee, scabbard supporting his body. Hissing endlessly, gasping for breath, sweating like rain, dripping a large piece of the wet ground.

The Cowherd and the others all know that Daomu and the mysterious Black Uncle are accustomed to slashing and slashing with drunkards. Although Binli did not step out of the drunkard's blindness, Binli's move of "one knife adult" is undoubtedly a knife technique in a random slash.

The Cowherd they have not only seen, but also felt it face-to-face.

"Ah Dao......" Hou Dazhuang turned his head in confusion.

"Hmm. Dao Mu raised his hand and raised his palm to stop Hou Dazhuang.

For Uncle Hei's little news, save the life of Binli's magic way?

It can't happen to him!

Bin's eyes were half-narrowed to hide the panic and nervousness in his eyes, and his palms were sweating. He was hesitating to make a sound.

At that time, among the seven companions of Binthorn, the youngest and oldest person asked Hou Peiyu.

Is it necessary to distinguish between life and death?

No, is it okay to unilaterally admit defeat and surrender?

Hou Peiyu didn't answer his question, but motioned to the golden guard next to him to answer. I saw that the golden armor guard gave an explanation with a cold attitude under Hou Peiyu's signal.

It turned out that before the two sides gambled, there was a conflict, and the two sides gambled to kill each other. It is true that it is not necessary to kill the other party in the gambling arena, but it is certainly not possible to admit defeat unilaterally, and both parties must agree.

"Disciple Zhu Zhishan, surrender and admit defeat, I always feel that something is wrong?" Li Huanyan hugged his left hand around his chest, supported his left hand with his right hand, and pinched his smooth chin, "Of course, I don't care." But he is a disciple of Zhu Zhishan, and he is also a famous swordsman. ”

"Fart!" Cowherd scolded loudly, "Isn't the life of Zhishan's disciple precious?" he clutched the cigarette gun in his left hand, "Is Zhishan's face important, or is his own life important?"

Speaking of excitement, the Cowherd held a cigarette gun and waved it vigorously in the air, "Why let Zhu Zhishan's disciples use their lives to maintain the dignity of Zhu Zhishan, instead of Zhu Zhishan using dignity to protect the lives of thousands of disciples!"

They had strange faces, and they always felt that the cowherd's words were a little harsh, with a little yin and yang. But looking at the serious appearance of the cowherd, he didn't dare to be very sure.

"Bun!" Hou Dazhuang muffled like thunder, squinting at the cowherd, full of disdain. "A real man should treat death as if he were at home in every battle!" Turning his gaze, he motioned to Dao Mu, "Ah Dao, if it were you, you would rather be a broken jade than a complete tile!"

"Of course I kneel and beg for mercy! I'm not stupid, I only have one life, and it's important to live. Dao Mu still looked at the situation in the gambling arena, and said without thinking, "After I survive, there are thousands of ways to kill the other party, why should I face the enemy head-on?"

Look at Daomu's indifference, everyone listens, and everyone is still shameless, "No matter how valuable this thing is, it can't compare to life!

"Whew, you and I think exactly the same!" Cowherd screamed excitedly and patted Dao Mu on the shoulder, "Ah Dao, this is what I admire most about you." ”

Hou Dazhuang and Li Huanyan were dumbfounded, this was the Dao Mu they knew!

"Look. Dao Mu's right hand pointed at the gambling arena, "This hammer will definitely be hammered into pulp." Then he winked at Li Huanyan, "With the fart, you have to be careful, maybe a piece of fat will be delivered to your mouth." ”

Binli should have been hammered to death by the young man who hammered him, but because of Binli's move of "one knife adult", simple but powerful, he wanted to squeeze the value of Binli.

After more than a dozen rounds, Binli failed to come up with other amazing knives*** After all, the young man is young and vigorous, how can he have so much patience, and he will kill Binli with a swing of the hammer.

Seeing the sledgehammer approaching, Binli's hair bun fell apart, and his long hair danced wildly. The blade of the knife was close to the neck, and the carotid artery was cut by the knife qi, overflowing bright red blood.

Just at a palm's length, the sledgehammer and the knife stopped in a daze, and the young man with the hammer struggled to regain his momentum, flipping seven times and falling seven zhang away. The remaining momentum still exists, and the young man who hammered the hammer and left footprints of different shades step by step, retreating three zhang before stopping.

Surrendered and conceded defeat?

What are the conditions?

The gambling arena was uncharacteristically silent and fell into a deathly silence.

The young man of the hammer is like a plate, and the knife dances like a butterfly. "Let's not count how many catties of spiritual essence your life is worth, let's talk about how many spiritual essences you want me to kill. Da Da

Suddenly, the young man with the hammer had not yet approached, his face suddenly darkened, and his expression was like a storm on the sea. "You're afraid that the master is a fool!" A sledgehammer handle was clenched, and the hammer head pointed directly at the Taoist herdsman, "The red-eyed shepherd is only worth a thousand catties of spiritual marrow, are you stupid or am I stupid?"

Everyone was in an uproar, and they all looked at the noble seat, and they could lock on to Dao Mu almost instantly. Dao Mu is really outstanding regardless of temperament, appearance, and dress. It's just that Daomu's cultivation and age disappointed everyone.

"Before you take the order and kill someone, you don't see clearly who you want to kill? You big fool, it's not a pity to die!" The young man with the hammer suddenly stopped, his face distorted and ugly, both speechless and crying and laughing, "In the eyes of the master, your life is less than a fraction of that red-eyed shepherd!"

When everyone heard this, the discussion was booming, like a stormy wave. I can't imagine that a gambling fight caused by a conflict can involve such an interesting plot development.

"You dog's life, give me 10,000 catties of spiritual marrow, and let you go immediately. The young man with the hammer casually stuck the treasure knife in his hand on the ground and stepped on the hilt of the knife with one foot, "That red-eyed shepherd, you have to give me 10 million catties of spirit marrow, or give me an equivalent immortal stone." ”

"He also deserves 10 million catties of spiritual essence?" "Binli's eagle eyes are snake-eyed, and he is vicious, "You are a gang!"

"Do you want to die, do you still care about these things outside your body?" The young man sneered, seeing that his hammer head turned to point at Binjiao, and the straight Binjian was worth a thousand catties of spiritual marrow.

Then he pointed to the silent person next to Bin Thorn, the person who was straight was worth 100,000 catties of spiritual marrow, and the remaining six people were worth 8,000 jin to 10,000 catties of spiritual marrow.

Cowherd has 10 million jin of spiritual marrow, Hou Dazhuang has 8 million jin of spiritual marrow, Li Huanyan has 6 million jin of spiritual marrow, Hou Peiyu's brothers and sisters are all 100,000 jin of spiritual marrow, and Jin Jiawei has 30,000 jin of spiritual marrow.

Everyone was in an uproar again, and the entire gambling arena was about to be exploded and collapsed. At this time, fools all thought that the young man with the hammer was in the same group as the Taoist pastor.

"Ah Niu, your friend?" Dao Mu thought that this hammer young man should be a friend of the Cowherd, or a person from the Funiu Hall, or a retainer of the Cowherd, otherwise he would not have held up Dao Mu and them like this.

The Cowherd held the empty cigarette gun in his mouth, frowned at the three lines, and his eyes flickered, "I don't know, but I seem to have heard it somewhere." Don't look over your head as she spoke, her eyes swept over Li Huanyan and Hou Dazhuang, "Could it be Huanyan's fellow senior brother, or a disciple of the Muxing Palace?" ”

The young man with the hammer suddenly turned his head, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I know the four of you, but the four of you don't know me......" After a while, he slapped his forehead with his left hand, "That's right, it's right, if you know me, it's weird." Suddenly, he grinned, "I am the eldest disciple of the Yixing Gate Douxing Daoist, Lei Gong Qiong." ”

"I said Your Excellency, it is familiar, it turned out to be you. The taciturn man beside Bin Thorn was relieved, "In this case, Your Excellency should know that the one who gambled with you is the one who I wish Zhishan a quick knife!"

"Under the aggressiveness of your family's one-knife Dao people, how can you not know that you are so angry?"

I didn't want to make a move, but Binli was really too much, and I was too self-contained. really made him Lei Gong Qiong angry, and Fang Er smashed the hammer to fight to the death.

Thinking about it, Lei Gongqiong sighed and said, "The master doesn't dare to have an immortal name, and he vainly claims to be a certain Taoist, and this kind of garbage also dares to be called a Daoist person?"

"Do you dare to deepen the feud between Zhu Zhishan and Yixingmen?!" the man snorted coldly, and the smell of threat was strong. "Just for someone like Daomu?"

"What does this have to do with Dao Mu?" Lei Gongqiong's smile grew cold, and as soon as his feet were forced, the handle of the knife also sank into the ground, "You wish all the disciples of Zhishan to come up, and I dare to kill!"

"Don't pretend not to know each other, Yixingmen is still as dirty and pickled as ever, and the deity is used to it. The man pouted and mocked, but his gaze was still flat, "I forgot to tell you that Tong Zheng is also on the shuttle." "The threat is getting stronger.

"I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!" Cowherd smoked and spit out cigarettes, surrounded by clouds, pretending to be discovered by others.

"Your companions are really interesting, they really want you to die like that?" Lei Gongqiong glanced around, dividing Dao Mu and them into two factions, knowing that they were Binli's companions.

Throwing the hammer up and down with his right hand, he turned to look at the pair of ruthless eagle eyes, and said lightly, "The master is angry now, you have to hand over a million catties of spiritual essence, otherwise you will die!"

"Binjiao, you hurt me!" Binli was hysterical, "Why don't you go and call Tong Zheng to save me!"

The audience looked at each other, and their brains couldn't turn all at once. The relationship between Dao Mu and them is so complicated and messy.