The battle was already raging, and after a few fights, the men on both sides were scarred. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Stop!" Qin Lang's words had just wrapped around the tip of his tongue before he could speak, and a voice exploded directly in everyone's ears.

"Jin Chong! I didn't expect it to be a fake!" A middle-aged man's voice came out, he was dressed in a cyan power suit, with a white jade ring around his waist, and his eyebrows were clear.

However, at this time, there was obviously a little anger on his face, "Baili, you get out of here!" He looked around like a torch trying to find the person named Bai Li.

For a moment, the scene was silent, and the originally noisy discussion suddenly disappeared, and everyone felt the chill emanating from the middle-aged man.

It seemed to be the demon lord from the Nine Shadows, who confided in the murderous intentions, and bought fake gold to make him very angry and even a little broken.

Since the middle-aged man came, Qin Lang had been staring at this fake gold weight, and when he heard this, he hurriedly looked back at the two people facing each other over there, especially at the sword in the hand of the treasure man.

A few traces of doubt lingered in his heart, and he could connect but had no clue, "It seems that there is more than a handful of gold weight!" He Yan retracted his gaze as if he had a deep meaning.

"True and false! This golden master is an opponent!" He Yan shook his feather fan, and his unworldly eyes scanned the hall as if through everything.

With a bang, the middle-aged man threw the fake gold to the ground heavily, and a gilded long sword appeared in front of everyone, but the sword body was obviously notched.

Obviously, this sword didn't come out for long, "Baili! you bastard!" The middle-aged man rushed directly into the crowd, and his big hand forcefully pushed everyone away.

He was a little crazy, after all, he spent a lot of money to get the gold weight, but he didn't expect it to be a fake, not to mention that he lost it, and he was even more happy in vain.

Just ask, this kind of taste of being played by others is not comfortable for anyone.

"Look!" an object slowly descended from an attic.

That's right, it just fell slowly, and a strong smell of blood erupted directly, and everyone couldn't hide their horror in their eyes when they saw this thing.

"Childe is picturesque, white robe!" The old man in Tsing Yi who was in the attic on the side said silently, and then his eyelids raised slightly, and he laughed evilly, and disappeared into the night behind him with a white zombie.

The middle-aged man obviously asked unhappily, "This is!" With a gleam in his eyes, he shot at the bloody human head

Sen Ran's chill made everyone present retreat to the side in horror, and blood drops from their heads were directly sprinkled on the two big men facing below.

"Ahh

As the human head slowly sank, a white silk floated down from above, and the human head rolled to the ground with a click, and the white silk was just on top of the skull.

The blood on the skull stained the whole piece of silk red, and the surrounding people screamed, and everyone could no longer calm their hearts, and the thick blood made it difficult to get close.

"It's so weird!" Qin Lang whispered, his eyes full of incredulity.

"Western Regions Technique!" He Yan spit out these words word by word.

"This technique requires a little blood to be infused with the caster, and it only takes a pillar of incense to succeed, even if you are in a hundred miles, you can easily control what you want!" He Yan's words were undoubted, and Qin Lang's heart was still shocked.

Zixuan's face turned red and white, obviously frightened.

Qin Lang whispered silently: "The Western Regions Technique! Is it really so weird?"

"Not only do you have Dao techniques in the Western Regions, but also Gu Techniques are a must," He Yan said, shaking his head.

As soon as the words fell, the treasure man's body burned wildly, and the raging flames suddenly illuminated the world, and the people around him instantly flashed a large open space, and the strange phenomenon shocked everyone speechless for a while.

"There is a problem with blood!" Qin Lang analyzed, and then the treasure man turned into a smear of ashes under the eyes of everyone.

"What's going on!"

"It's horrible!"

"How did this happen!"

The people behind him began to chatter, but most of them came to no avail.

"Master!" a figure burst out of the crowd.

He was dressed in cloth, his blue-gray robe was stained with dust, and at this time he looked at the person in front of him with tears on his face, and there was despair and despair in his eyes.

"You kid, I've finally found you!" the middle-aged man rushed forward as if he was an enemy, and the big knife on his waist buzzed, threatening to make his blood splash on the spot.

The man, who looked like a subordinate, reacted very sensitively, he hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and jumped away.

Only a loud "bang" was heard, and the big knife smashed deep into the ground.

Waves of unevenness rose again and again, and at this time, Qin Lang looked at this entourage with interest.

Obviously, he is also a practitioner, and he exudes an aura that is different from ordinary subordinates from the inside and out, "You die!" The attendant was furious.

If he didn't dare to come out just now because he was afraid, then now it is anger that stimulates his potential, "Unreasonable trouble!

The middle-aged man who followed him with a few knives retreated again and again, and he struck from all directions in the shape of a flower with his sword.

This time it was the middle-aged man's turn to be surprised, he thought he was good at martial arts, but he didn't expect that he would be powerless to fight back in front of this unattractive entourage.

Stealing chickens is not a counter-erosion, the middle-aged man stomped his feet in anger, a pinch of mustache slightly cocked, and his eyes showed fierceness.

The two fought for a few rounds, Qin Lang looked at the entourage in front of him with appreciation, although he looked like he was demented, but his kung fu could be described as real.

"Eh!" Qin Lang suddenly snorted when his eyebrows lit up, his right hand tightly covered his chest, and a familiar domineering momentum seemed to come out of his heart.

Suddenly, he snorted, making He Yan on the side frown and said, "Asu!"

Hearing the sound, it attracted Zixuan's gaze, and she hurriedly supported Qin Lang with her jade hand.

"Asu, what's wrong!" Zi Xuan hurriedly asked, "It's okay, I always feel bored in my heart!" Qin Lang waved his hand and shifted his gaze to the head.

When the human head appeared just now, I felt a slight shock in my heart, but after all, I didn't care too much, after all, this human head fell from the sky, and everyone would care more about the reason.

"Are you really okay?" He Yan asked tentatively.

Qin Lang barely squeezed out a smile, He Yan relieved his heart a little, and the feather fan shook and looked at the two people on the field suspiciously.

The impact of the air wave was like a wave of ripples under the water of a calm lake, crashing into Qin Lang's internal organs again and again, this feeling was familiar, but I really couldn't remember the reason for it.

Qin Lang's gaze was always fixed on the blood-colored head, and the inexplicable throbbing flickered in his internal organs with the heartbeat.

"What the hell is it!" Qin Lang roared in his heart, his gaze suddenly swept over the fake gold weight, although the gilded appearance did not reveal the domineering of the emperor, but it made Qin Lang's eyes light up.

"Emperor!Dragon Tour!" Qin Lang suddenly realized, this kind of breath shuttling in his heart was the red light that remained in his internal organs after the vision of that day.

Obviously, this red light was the Qi of Long You, but why was it throbbing at this time? Qin Lang's heart was full of doubts.

Qin Lang stared closely at the bloody head, a slight chill spread with the silver glow of the moon walked towards Qin Lang, he approached He Yan slightly, but the throbbing was more obvious at this time.

"Give it to me!" Qin Lang burst into tears in his heart, and then gathered a breath of qi and slowly pressed towards the Longyou Qi in the inner mansion, and now Qin Lang slightly felt the peace that he had not felt for a long time.

Naturally, his expression was much better, but his face was still a little paler, and He Yan and Zixuan beside him looked at Qin Lang from time to time, and they couldn't understand what had happened.

The two people on the scene can be regarded as really entering the white heat, each sword and sword are full of real strength, Qin Lang's fingers flew with the long sword of his entourage.

Almost every move he tried was imprinted in his heart in detail, but the inexplicable dragon game qi still constantly impacted his internal organs.

Like a bamboo shoot after the spring rain, the soil finally broke through the soil after the last trace of protective film was removed, peeling off layers of coats to find its own sky, and now the breath of Longyou seems to have found its own sky.

Several sword flowers flew, Qin Lang's brows condensed into a rope, his fingers dancing in the air slipped down instantly, and a deep sense of powerlessness struck.

But just when Qin Lang's body was about to fall, He Yan grabbed his arm, and said with a touch of mystery in his eyes: "Asu, is there something wrong?"

"Yes! Asu!" Zixuan looked worried.

"It's okay!" Qin Lang still raised his palm slightly.

"And said it's okay!" Zixuan puffed up her little face and was very angry.

"Longyou's Qi!" Qin Lang knew that he couldn't hide it but still said it.

"Longyou's Qi!" He Yan also meditated in his heart, but his face was very calm.

"At this time, there is a dragon tour qi, I feel that Jin Zhong is nearby!" Qin Lang added: "But this person's head is really a little strange!"

He Yan also followed his gaze to the head, and at this time, blood was still slowly pouring out, but some colors that were not blood had already appeared, maybe brains.

There were three loud bangs, and the middle-aged man flew backwards, and now Qin Lang heard it clearly, "Did you kill my son-in-law!"

The middle-aged man was already at a disadvantage, and the battle was already very difficult, but now he was gasping for breath, his eyes showed a touch of fear, but he still looked arrogant.

"If you want to kill, you must listen to the respect! But you can't talk nonsense! You can't wronged people. "This man is also a tough guy, although he was defeated, he still squatted there with a strong backbone.

The sword that was close at hand was sharp, and a little cold light sprinkled on the man's face, and the deep scar of the knife looked extremely terrifying.