In the dilapidated alley, Li Mengzhou looked at the scene outside Baihong Town with a solemn expression.

After all, he had contact with Lu Qingchan, and at this time, looking at Lu Qingchan who was a little desperate and insisted on drawing his knife, it was inevitable that there would be some complications in his heart.

He could clearly see that Lu Qingchan was already at the end of his crossbow.

Lu Qingchan's last battle has an aura that is difficult to explain.

Li Mengzhou's expression was complicated, and Xiao Zhinan's expression was also a little stunned.

Out of respect for their predecessors, even if Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang are just wild cultivators who are not famous in the mountains, but in the mountains and fields, reaching such a height as them, they can be called grandmasters, and drawing a sword at the cost of their lives already has a very sad color.

It's hard not to be moved.

"This may be the last knife pulled out by the seniors. Li Mengzhou thought about the pair of masters and apprentices who were always playing, there seemed to be no rules, the teacher was not like the teacher, and the apprentice was not like the apprentice, but the relationship between them was very heavy, and there was no way to replace it.

Xiao Zhinan said, "You want to help him?"

Li Mengzhou was silent.

If he didn't know, of course he could hang it up without caring about himself, but what happened in front of him, if he just watched it, don't say that he and Lu Qingchan and Jing Sansan's master and apprentice have never known each other, even if they are just strangers, it is difficult to treat them as not seeing.

"I can't beat that old guy in a robe. "Although Feng Zhengyang's age is not small, but after all, the realm is there, even if Li Mengzhou shows all the hole cards, it is not enough for Feng Zhengyang to cut it with one sword.

If you want to help, you have to do what you can.

Xiao Zhinan is naturally capable, but the premise is, why did Xiao Zhinan go to help Lu Qingchan, who he had never even met?

She's not a nosyman.

Besides, it was Lu Qingchan's battle, maybe he didn't want outsiders to interfere.

Because the way he draws his sword speaks for itself.

Even if there is no such battle, in fact, Lu Qingchan has not many days to live, this is the last battle in his life, so there should be no third person.

A bystander, just be a bystander.

At least they are all witnesses to this battle.

Lu Qingchan's curtain call.

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The two knives outside Baihong Town met, and the majestic aura exploded and dispersed, wisps of wind and rain passed through, shattering one raindrop after another, and the two old men who fought in the rainy night, even though they didn't have much action, but the resoluteness between them was able to shake the heavens and the earth.

Feng Zhengyang's knife is extremely strong, the old force has not disappeared, and the new force is born.

Lu Qingchan's knife is indomitable, and it is a knife that has been urged to the extreme.

The roaring wind and rain are raging.

They were trapped in their own aura, blocking thousands of wind and rain, but they walked through the wind and rain, and every raindrop that fell around them seemed to turn into a sharp blade in an instant, cutting their bodies to their heart's content.

The icy wind and rain swept by their sides, and the swept air currents were like reins, shackling and hindering their progress.

But this kind of restraint and obstruction is obviously heavier for Lu Qingchan.

Feng Zhengyang gradually recovered from his madness, he gasped slightly, looking at Lu Qingchan in front of him who resolutely drew his knife, and it seemed that he could no longer see any of his unforgiving attitudes, which made Feng Zhengyang, who was used to it, a little confused.

But Lu Qingchan's state was quickly guessed by Feng Zhengyang.

His expression became a little complicated, although he swore to kill Lu Qingchan to the death, but things have developed to this point, and they can be regarded as entangled with each other for most of their lives, and Feng Zhengyang also has a slight astringency in his heart that is difficult to understand.

He looked at Lu Qingchan at this time very seriously, and said: "As long as you are willing to hand over that magical power, maybe I can not kill you, anyway, you won't live long, I will give you the last time to enjoy your old age." ”

Lu Qingchan didn't think about it, so he said directly: "That magic power has long been changed by me to roast chicken to eat, why don't you believe it, you don't want to kill me, so you go home obediently, if you want the magic power, there must be none." ”

Before he finished speaking, a wave of qi was born between his palms, and the Qi Sea Spirit Yuan surged wildly, all converging on the body of the knife, and thunder exploded in the night sky, illuminating the entire Baihong Town.

With a loud bang, the bluestone road outside Baihong Town exploded, and the flying raindrops were like sharp blades, cutting through the door wall, leaving round pits or slender scratches.

Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang were both shocked back by this burst of air, and the rain curtain that had been stagnant in mid-air for a moment poured down again, and the sound of rain fell to the ground, which was particularly dull.

Feng Zhengyang gasped heavily, feeling slightly dizzy, as smooth as possible with the surging qi and blood, a pair of eyes stared at Lu Qingchan viciously, and roared a little angrily: "I want to give you a more decent way to die, but you are so ignorant!"

In his thoughts, the humiliating being killed is more decent than obediently taking the initiative to hand over the supernatural powers, and the normal life is dying.

But Lu Qingchan's thoughts are obviously different from him.

And he doesn't believe in Feng Zhengyang very much, if Feng Zhengyang takes the opportunity to find Jing Sansan's traces and strangle the two of them together, it is not impossible.

What's more, even if he died, Lu Qingchan would not feel humiliated, because he would do his best to make Feng Zhengyang pay the price and give Jing Sansan a chance to live.

Ending up together is the best result, so that the grievances of the previous generation will be over.

Rao is in such a situation, Lu Qingchan's mouth is still quite strong, thinking that Jing Sansan has become like that, he has also been nurtured by Lu Qingchan, but Jing Sansanqing is better than blue.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and while raising the knife, he said: "You cut me with a knife, tell me to be decent? Think about me, Lu Qingchan is a little famous in the mountains, and what kind of green onion are you Feng Zhengyang? If I surrender to you, it is really not decent at all, even if I surrender to the Fengjiang Grandmaster League, my face can be better." ”

Lu Qingchan didn't say a dirty word, but the meaning of the expression was already very clear.

That is, Feng Zhengyang is not qualified in the mountains and wilderness, and he is not worthy of giving him Lu Qingchan's shoes, and the Fengjiang Grandmaster League is the leader of the secular martial arts rivers and lakes, compared with the cultivators, of course, it is nothing, and the grandmasters in the Grandmaster League are also able to compete with the cultivators of the Three Realms, but Feng Zhengyang is a monk in the Four Realms, and there is no comparison in itself.

Feng Zhengyang's anger that he finally suppressed was once again provoked by Lu Qingchan.

He gasped for air.

But he soon sensed something was wrong.

As Lu Qingchan spoke, the knife in his hand had already been raised, and a little cold light appeared, it was ready to attack, all the qi sea spirit yuan poured into the knife body, not a drop was left, Lu Qingchan's face became extremely pale, but his eyes were very firm in holding the knife.

Feng Zhengyang's face changed slightly, he looked at Lu Qingchan with a little horror, and said hurriedly: "What do you want to do?!"

Lu Qingchan was consuming all his life force to cut out the strongest knife in his life.

A life-for-life style of play.

But Lu Qingchan, who is already at the end of the crossbow, even if he consumes the only remaining vitality, what kind of knife can he cut?

Lu Qingchan himself couldn't be sure.

Feng Zhengyang was really a little panicked.

Pouring all of his own Qi Sea Spirit Yuan, it will be weak for a period of time at ordinary times, and it will slowly recover, but consuming the vitality also means that the vitality in the Qi Sea is drained, causing the Qi Sea to collapse, it is really a desperate move, a trick at all costs, and it is a killing move that really cuts off all vitality and blocks all the back roads.

Lu Qingchan held the belief that he would die.

It is tragic, and in no way humiliating.

But Feng Zhengyang didn't want to die.

He chased him to Baihong Town in order to seize the magical power, and then killed Lu Qingchan's master and apprentice, but he didn't come to bury Lu Qingchan with him.

Even the expressions of Miss Ning and Jian Shuxuan, who were secretly watching, were a little solemn.

Although they didn't know who Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang were, they were the great cultivators at the peak of the Four Realms after all, not to mention that in the mountains and wilderness, looking at the entire world, they were also very powerful existences, and they were only one step away from being able to cross the backbone of the threshold of the Five Realms.

They just came to have a good time, but the result of this battle was a little unexpected.

And in Zhao Sandao's shop, Jing Sansan was frantically stuffing meat into his mouth, his eyes were a little bloodshot, he didn't look at the situation outside Baihong Town at all, but the suppressed emotions made him collapse slightly.

Jing Sansan is not an idiot, he knows very well that what Lu Qingchan said is an excuse, but he knows better what Lu Qingchan wants him to do, he has never heard Lu Qingchan's words, this is the only time, he doesn't know whether he should be obedient or not, but he doesn't want to disappoint Lu Qingchan.

A figure stood outside the shop.

Jing Sansan didn't look at it, his mouth was stuffed with meat, his face was greasy, his voice was a little slurred, but he said very coldly: "What are you doing here, I didn't go to look for you in the broken alley." ”

Li Mengzhou was silent for a moment and said, "You really want to go." ”

Jing Sansan snorted coldly: "I know that the old guy can't live, and I also know that he wants me to live, in fact, I already knew that he was dying, because when he beat me, his strength was not as good as before, and to this day, it makes me feel that he is massaging me, but I am still howling in pain, cooperating with him, even if no enemy finds here, the old guy will leave me." ”

"But it is precisely because of that old bastard Feng Zhengyang that the day when the old guy left me was advanced, I will remember it deeply in my heart, I will never forget it in this life, I will be obedient and obedient, listen to the old guy's words, but this revenge, I will have to avenge sooner or later!"

Feng Zhengyang's strength is something that even Lu Qingchan is not sure to deal with, of course Jing Sansan can run over desperately, but the consequence is that the master and apprentice die together, in that case, Feng Zhengyang will live well, and this revenge will never be avenged.

Li Mengzhou, who heard Jing Sansan's words, could naturally perceive how painful Jing Sansan's heart was at this time, and he was hiding here, not just to be able to live, but not to die in vain, he would spend his life to help Lu Qingchan avenge.

Even if it is death, at least Feng Zhengyang must be killed first.

And now it is very clear that even if Lu Qingchan and Jing Sansan join forces, it will be difficult to kill Feng Zhengyang.

Even Jing Sansan will get in the way.

It was a battle that belonged to the peak of the Four Realms, if Jing Sansan appeared there, he didn't need Feng Zhengyang to make a knife at all, as his mind pointed out, Jing Sansan didn't have the slightest power to resist, and he was not even qualified to help Lu Qingchan delay half a breath.

Even Li Mengzhou is the same.

After all, it is the cultivation realm of the two sides, and the gap is too big.

It was clear that outside Baihong Town, Lu Qingchan was facing the most painful stage of his life, and they were all watching, but they could only watch, which was a very sad thing.