A cold wind blew from the north, rolling up the yellow leaves on the streets, and there was a lonely scene between heaven and earth.

Yang Ming walked out of the deep courtyard, looked at the somewhat gloomy sky, felt the autumn breeze blowing by his side, and recalled the deal he had made with Luo An just now, but muttered in a low voice:

"The wind is blowing......"

The next moment, he walked out without hesitation, and walked into the distance.

The pace is not big, the speed is not fast, but it crosses a distance of several feet in the blink of an eye, giving people a sense of spatial confusion.

Fortunately, the courtyard here is remote and there are few people, otherwise there would be more haunted legends here.

......

In the courtyard, Luo An sat leisurely on the stone bench, savoring the tea in his hand.

Suddenly, a pillar behind the shadow itself leaned out, like a ghost emerging from the shadows.

"He's the kind of lawless traitor you call it, so you can rest assured of him? Didn't he save his daughter, so our fair and honest commander-in-chief Luo will also bend the law for personal gain?"

Yin and Yang are weird, the voice of neither men nor women sounded in his ears, but Luo An was calm, as if he didn't hear the irony, and waited until all the tea in the cup fell into his stomach, and then said leisurely:

"The bones are aggressive, the horns of the snake are also poisonous, and they can detoxify, cover the poison with poison, this matter is free for the old man to operate, and the father-in-law does not have to bother......"

"Hmph, yes, it's the best, don't wait until the end to raise tigers and then ask our family to clean up the mess......"

The shadow snorted coldly, and then disappeared into the air like a wisp of green smoke, and Luo An looked up at the gloomy sky outside, ignoring everything behind him.

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Twilight is drowsy.

In the autumn wind, there was a drizzle, and there was already water on the long street.

It may have been a bustling street market during the day, but at the moment, only a few pedestrians hurriedly walked through the empty street, and the few passers-by took refuge in the shops along the street.

Wind, somewhat cold.

It was also mixed with a drizzle, which made the passers-by who were thinly dressed all verbose and cursed the ghost weather in a low voice.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, a huge hole suddenly cracked on a certain roof on the long street and exploded!

With the splash of sawdust tiles, the two figures rose up like a lightning bolt, and the air currents swept into the sky, and the passers-by who were sheltering from the rain in the next room did not care about the cold autumn rain falling from the sky, and ran away one after another.

"Junior, hand over that thing to Lao Tzu!"

In the chaos, a thunderous roar sounded, and I saw a big man in green clothes with cold sideburns, missing half of his ears, and an extremely terrifying hideous scar on his face, his body turned in mid-air, and his huge palm slapped towards the figure in front of him like a stone mill.

He pushed flat with one palm, the palm wind was dull, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, and it was as if he really saw thunder flickering between changes.

"It's one of the eight hall masters of the Demon Sect, the Blue Devil Grenade is crying!

At this time, the sharp-eyed Jianghu people recognized the identity of the big man with sideburns, and couldn't help but exclaim.

You must know that these eight hall masters were the most powerful right-hand men of the Demon Sect Leader Dugu Sheng when he swept the world in the past, and it is rumored that each of them is not inferior to the five masters of the Central Plains in martial arts.

And this green devil grenade crying a green thunder hand has reached the realm of perfection, and a palm strike is like a gathering of wind and thunder, bursting out with extremely terrifying power.

When the Blue Devil Grenade cried, he directly hit the mountain gate to challenge the Wudang Mudao people, and it took more than 300 rounds before he was defeated by the Mudao people, which shows that his martial arts are so high that they are rare in the world.

I don't know which young man provoked such a devil, it's a pity, but everyone present thought of it.

Ignoring the gaze around him, under the shroud of the Blue Devil's hand, the young man opposite the Blue Devil's hand felt a sense of suffocation and terror, knowing that if he couldn't take this move, he might have to go to the Yama Palace.

Therefore, he was calm for a moment, and his spirit was extremely concentrated, but his heart roared angrily:

"My Wang Pingfei has not avenged his revenge, how can he die here!"

A powerful aura of a thousand troops suddenly erupted, and the sword full of the intent of killing the field was slashed horizontally and vertically, slashing at the terrifying momentum like the thunderous impact of the blue devil's hand, and advancing to the death.

Wang Pingfei is the protagonist of this legend of the rivers and lakes, but he is also one of the most tragic protagonists in many martial arts novels.

By mistake, he worshiped an old master who was about to die, but he was chased and killed by the enemy without teaching him the skills for a few days.

finally met a lovely person who was satisfied, and even thought about giving up all hatred and growing old with her, but soon his sweetheart was sold to the Qinglou of the Demon Sect by his gambling father.

In order to save his sweetheart, he had to accept the instructions of the big boss and infiltrate the lair of the Demon Sect, but he also suffered various setbacks.

The extremely depressing experience made Wang Pingfei reluctantly enter the first-class threshold from an unpopular young dart master who had no internal strength a year ago, and it also made him burst out with the strength that can challenge the blue devil hand at the next level!

Bang!

With a thunderous explosion, the visible wave of qi swept away, and even the people watching from a distance were surging with anger and blood, and they all looked at the two people fighting in the arena in horror.

What a great martial arts!

With a loud roar, the Blue Devil hand spun around, passed through the broken hole, and landed lightly on the roof, but there was no sound.

The blue devil hand was condescending, and he looked coldly at Wang Pingfei, who was pale, below:

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, no wonder you dare to break into the secret land of my Holy Sect, you really have some ability. ”

Just as Wang Pingfei wanted to refute, the ears of the blue devil's hand suddenly moved, and he suddenly looked up at the end of the long street, his eyes bursting with a sharp cold light.

It's just that then as if thinking of the sect leader's order, I had to deeply press the restlessness in my heart and leave a cruel sentence:

"Good luck guy, if it weren't for the sect master...... Hmph, I'm going to pinch you all to death one day!"

Before the words fell, the figure of the Blue Devil suddenly disappeared.

Wang Pingfei looked at the empty hole on the top, feeling a little dazed, but after so many things, he finally matured, pressed his mind and turned away.

However, at this moment, I suddenly heard a sharp wind howling, and the air shook violently and trembled endlessly!

He didn't react at all, and a thunderous bang exploded in his ears, echoing with a roar.

A black shadow slammed into him like a cannonball, and the whole house collapsed suddenly, Wang Pingfei hurriedly spun around and jumped to dodge.

However, at the moment when he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he saw in horror that the half-dead figure embedded in the wall was not the Blue Devil Hand or who?!!!