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Whether it is Zuo Yi's [Tiger Demon Killing] or Chen Hexiang's [One Life Combined Vertical Fist], they are all extremely powerful killing methods. However, Chen Hexiang still miscalculated.

In fact, Zuo Yi was indeed injured. However, after Zuo Yi was tempered every day with the blood of a fierce tiger and the washing soup refined by various medicinal materials, the strength of his internal organs far exceeded that of an ordinary martial artist in the realm of tiger and leopard thunder.

Chen Hexiang's failure was that he didn't know the characteristics of the [Tiger Demon Blood Condensation Sutra] that Zuo Yi had cultivated. In addition to boiling the body to the point of copper skin and iron bones, this method of refining and strengthening the body is also more than twice as strong as other ordinary exercises.

After all, this conflict has not risen to the point of life and death, so Chen Hexiang did not use all his strength. In his mind, the fist power that was enough to shock the five internal organs and make Zuo Yi lose his combat effectiveness was far from receiving the desired effect. But if it was a punch with all his strength, Zuo Yi would probably have died in Huangquan.

Between the lightning and flint, Chen Hexiang probably understood that his judgment had deviated, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Huang Rong, Lu Yiming, Zhao Chonglei, Ma Xinhao and other four people secretly said in their hearts that it was not good, and their bodies tensed.

The situation has become extremely unfavorable for their side. The four of them also saw that Chen Hexiang's arm injury had greatly reduced his strength. On the other hand, Zuo Yi is full of momentum, and he doesn't look like he is seriously injured at all.

The worst came to me.

Chen Hexiang frowned, his mind was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't think of any solution. Liu Xi is still waiting for him to come to the rescue, Chen Hexiang will definitely not watch Liu Xi fall into the fire pit and ruin his life.

Desperately, Chen Hexiang is not afraid, but even if he and Zuo Yi die together and die here, Liu Xi is still in Zuo Zhicheng's hands, including Xi Beichen and the students in his martial arts hall, they may suffer an even more terrible fate.

Zuo Yi seemed to be very satisfied with the reaction of Chen Hexiang's party, and said to Chen Hexiang and the five with a cruel smile:

"My Qingcheng Gang is not a place where you can come and leave when you want. Since you have the courage to make trouble, let's leave something behind and leave!"

With a bang, the ground under Zuo Yi's feet let out an angry roar, and his whole person turned into an evil tiger who wanted to choose people to eat, bringing up a fierce evil wind and rushing towards Chen Hexiang and the five people!

He turned out to be one against five.

After forcing Chen Hexiang to retreat, his momentum had reached its peak, Chen Hexiang's left arm could not be used, and his strength was only fifty percent at most. The main body of the other four martial arts halls has also consumed a lot. In addition, these five people looked forward and backward and did not dare to do their best, Zuo Yi had full confidence and swept away the five people present!

Taking advantage of the enemy's low morale, he pursued and fought fiercely, and he was invincible! This is the experience that Zuo Yi has summed up in his hard work over the years.

This time.

Yue Pingsheng had slowly walked out of the Juyi Hall and stood at the door.

Everyone was focused on the fierce battle in the middle, and no one noticed that a mysterious stranger appeared twenty feet away behind them. Looking at the fierce battle in the middle of the martial arts arena from a distance, Yue Pingsheng's face was expressionless, and his left arm was thrown violently.

Call!

A dark thing whistled in the wind, over the heads of the Qingcheng gang, and fell into the field. At this time, the five people of Chen Hexiang's side had no intention of fighting, and they had just been forced back by Zuo Yi's fierce pounce.

"En?" Zuo Yi, who was about to gain momentum and pounce again, moved his ears.

Knock knock.

The strange thing flying from the back of the crowd rolled on the ground for some distance and stopped not far from Zuo Yi.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

What is it?

Boom.

Zuo Yi, Chen Hexiang, Huang Rong and the other five people, Song Weide Qi He and dozens of Qingcheng gangs behind him turned their necks in unison and cast their eyes on the things that fell on the field.

That's a human head.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Zuo Yi's son, the young gang leader of the Qingcheng Gang, the arrogant and domineering hostage, and Zuo Zhicheng's bloody head, just lay quietly in the middle of the dusty martial arts arena, exposed to everyone's eyes.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his expression was extremely strange. This face carved into everyone's hearts like a knife. Everyone seemed to have been struck by lightning, their eyes bulging out, and they looked at this bloody human head in disbelief!

"Zhicheng, my son ......"

The heart seemed to be grabbed by a big hand, and the blood in the whole body rushed straight to the brain, and Zuo Yi's brain was blank in an instant!

And when Zuo Zhicheng's head just came out of his hand! In Yue Pingsheng's hand, the evil spirit blood-drinking knife emitted a slight hum, and as the spirit and spirit and the spiritual energy absorbed and transformed from Zuo Zhicheng gradually condensed, the knife became heavier and heavier, and the spiritual energy attached to the knife became brighter, and the scabbard could not cover it, and it seemed to flow endlessly in the blade.

His mind was empty, and it seemed that the shouting and shouting of the fighting around him was gradually moving away from him, and the movements of those who turned their necks and looked at Zuo Zhi's adult head in his eyes became slower and slower.

At this moment, in Yue Pingsheng's eyes, there was only Zuo Yi alone, as if the world around him had suddenly disappeared, leaving only a straight road, and at the end of this road, there was the enemy!

His back was bent into a bow in an instant, if someone was by Yue Pingsheng's side, he could clearly hear him bending his back, bowing his body, the muscles in his body pulling, and the gurgling sound of bones bending.

Boom!

The Evil Spirit Blood-Drinking Knife burst out with a bright and cruel sword light!

Bow Body!Burst!Draw Sword!Dash! Fly!

Bang!

Yue Pingsheng burst out violently, and the air flow around his body seemed to have a gust of wind, violently detonating, and the power of Zuo Yi's full force was even greater!

It wasn't until the loud noise came out that everyone reacted in the face of Zuo Zhicheng's head in the field.

Shocked, shocked, still shocked!

Except for Zuo Yi, everyone else didn't even have time to raise other emotions, and suddenly turned their heads to look in the direction behind them!

Who is it!Who can actually kill Zuo Zhicheng in the base camp of the Qingcheng Gang!?

Regardless of whether Chen Hexiang and the others or the people on the Qingcheng Gang side rose up at the same time, a white weird smile flashed away, and Yue Pingsheng in their eyes seemed to turn into a puff of green smoke and a ray of light.

Yue Pingsheng flew up, the clothes on his body were tightly clinging to his body, and he was violently slammed by the rapidly flowing air. There was a cannon sound all around, and the blue brick fragments on the ground were shaken up, and the overwhelming gravel flew towards both sides of the space that Yue Pingsheng had swept by.

In everyone's sight, between the steps of the masked monster, the entire martial arts arena seemed to sink downward, just this glance, whether it was a martial arts as advanced as Zuo Yi Chen Hexiang, or a little minion who didn't know anything, he had a feeling:

Even if there are thousands of troops and horses around him, facing this person with a knife, he is still alone, naked and untouched, and has no defense.

Too terrible, too vicious, too ruthless.

One breath or two breaths?

No one can reflect or judge. The image formed in the retina is just fed back to the brain, which is the moment of the blink of an eye.

Zuo Yi, who had just turned to look at the mysterious enemy who had killed his son, was relieved from the huge blankness and dizziness in his mind, the emotions of despair, grief, and destruction had just risen, and the flames of vicious hatred were still burning in his eyes, and he had not even shown it on his face.

With the earth-shattering roar, the figure of this mysterious person had already crossed a distance of twenty zhang, holding a thunderous sword light in a flash!