At this time, Ouyang Liu had already walked in front of Yin Xunsong.

"Tsk, I just want to tear your mouth apart, but you don't seem to be able to fight. ”

He sneered at Yin Xunsong's corpse, raised his foot and stepped on Yin Xunsong's bloody head, and looked around.

The hall was silent.

These people who were invited by Yin Xunsong to discuss the selection of the city lord are all considered to be people with heads and faces in Xiajiang City.

But the identity and status of these people are obviously useless in front of Ouyang Liu, a somewhat neurotic son.

They all lowered their heads deeply, for fear that Ouyang Liu would notice them.

However, Ouyang Liu didn't seem to intend to let them go.

He raised his hand and pointed at a pale-faced man and said, "This guy is too ugly, twist his head!"

Oh!

Bao Yongwang pounced again in a wolf howl.

"You dare!"

This loud shout did not come from inside the hall, but from outside the building.

In the crowd of people watching outside the building, the old man with a gloomy face was already dumbfounded.

Yin Xunsong and the three of them were all brought by him.

Now that Yin Xunsong is dead, the other two can't lose any more.

With a loud shout, he wanted to rush towards the building.

However, before he could move, a middle-aged man with a face as bright as jade had already stopped in front of him.

"Zhuang Yingxian, are you going to stop me?" a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the old man.

"Hehe, it's rare to have a good show to watch, why are you in a hurry. ”

Although Zhuang Yingxian was ridiculing, his tone still did not fluctuate at all, and he was as cold as a dead man.

The old man listened to this voice, and then looked at Zhuang Yingxian's expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and felt a little chilled for no reason.

He was about to step back subconsciously.

However, he can't!

Yin Xunsong died too simply just now.

If he didn't go to the rescue as soon as possible, the remaining two quasi-heavenly positions would definitely not last long.

"Since you don't give way, then you go to die!"

At the same time as the old man roared angrily, he had already pulled out the dagger pinned to his waist and stabbed straight at Zhuang Yingxian.

If you can't back down, you can only strike first.

In the heart of the old man, there was actually a trace of luck, and he hoped that Zhuang Yingxian could back down under his persecution.

However, the next moment, his luck was shattered.

Zhuang Yingxian didn't seem to see the dagger that flashed with cold light at all.

He took a leisurely step forward, and the silver dragon sword stabbed out in a moment before the dagger of the old man of the Yin Owl reached his body.

But this unhurried sword made the old man extremely uncomfortable.

If his moves remain the same, it will inevitably form a situation of one sword for one stab.

Although he has the advantage of being a first-mover, Zhuang Yingxian's battle for fame is a Jedi counterattack.

As long as people who have a little understanding of Zhuang Yingxian are unwilling to exchange injuries with him!

However, at this time, the momentum of the old man had been condensed to the extreme.

If he changes his tactics at this time, he will first be counterattacked.

Even if he can solve the problem of backlash with years of experience, once his momentum is interrupted, he will inevitably encounter a series of blows afterward.

In a flash of lightning, these thoughts quickly flashed through the old man's mind.

Immediately afterward, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Not only did he not regain his momentum, but at this moment, the secret method exploded.

Since you want to exchange injuries for injuries, then I will let you hurt to the extreme, so that you can't afford to hurt yourself!

In this state of mind, the dagger of the old man of the Yin Owl accelerated towards Zhuang Yingxian.

Burst!

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a slight cracking sound.

Zhuang Yingxian and the old man of Yin Ou staggered past each other like two assassins.

A hideous wound stretched from Zhuang Yingxian's left shoulder to his right rib.

The wound not only cut open the flesh, but also severed three of his ribs.

However, Zhuang Yingxian didn't care about his injuries at all.

With a casual press of his hand, he forcibly pinched the flesh and blood on both sides of the wound, and rushed towards the old man again.

At this scene, the eyes of the old man straightened.

Monster!

These two words instantly appeared in the mind of the old man.

In the exchange of injuries just now, although he had the advantage of being the first, Zhuang Ying's idle hand was extremely ruthless, and the sharpness of the silver dragon sword was also beyond his expectations.

The injuries on his body are no worse than Zhuang Yingxian.

Not only that, but there was still a strange energy left in his wounds, constantly disrupting the operation of his bloodline.

The slightest movement of his body was a heart-rending pain.

Even if he could forcibly endure the pain, the tearing of his muscles and the messy mess of his blood made it impossible for him to make every movement accurate.

He couldn't figure out why Zhuang Yingxian couldn't care about his injuries at all.

'Impossible, no one can ignore this kind of injury, not even the Heavenly Rank powerhouse!'

This thought kept flashing in his mind, but Zhuang Yingxian broke his common sense.

Zhuang Yingxian is not only here, but his power has not diminished at all!

At this moment, the old man finally had the idea of escaping.

The guy in front of you is not a human!

Just as he was about to escape, there was a sudden cry behind him.

"Stop him, a quarter of an hour!"

The old man heard it, this was Ge Yuanbai's voice.

His companion struck.

After the old man's face changed for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and greeted Zhuang Yingxian again.

However, his movements were out of shape due to his injury, and he lost the momentum of fighting for his life just now, and he was instantly pressed by Zhuang Yingxian to the disadvantage.

'A quarter of an hour......

The old man had completely extinguished the idea of winning, and all he could think about was how to delay.

His momentum has changed from being self-defeating at the beginning, to winning to declining, and then to now struggling to support, only in one move.

With such an abrupt turn, even the surrounding ground-level martial artists could see that something was wrong.

After they crawled out of the range of the Heavenly Rank Warriors, they watched the battle with bright eyes.

The battle between the Heavenly Rank powerhouses was too precious for them.

Even at the risk of being affected, you have to watch.

"Where did that person named Zhuang Yingxian come from, and how did he get so strong?"

"It's the same heavenly position, he beat that old man, just like my father beat me......"

In normal times, this sentence would probably cause laughter among the group of mercenaries.

But at this time, these mercenaries all looked at the battle between the heavenly powerhouses with excited faces, and no one had the time to laugh at him.

Some even nodded approvingly.

In the distance, Wu Jia in the shadows also looked at the battle with a gloomy face.

Being ridiculed just now did not break his will to seek revenge on Ouyang Liu.

So he was still hiding here and secretly watching how things went.

When the old man made a move, his heart was already happy.

But in the next moment, this heavenly powerhouse with a gloomy face was beaten to the ground.

Such a strong contrast made Wu Jia's mood sink to the bottom.

"What is Ouyang Liu's identity, how can there be so many heavenly positions standing behind him!"

At this moment, Wu Jia finally wavered a little.

Rumble!

Just when he was a little broken and about to give up revenge, a roar suddenly came from the hall blocked by the outer wall.