Although Yi Luo looked left and right, he walked straight to the innermost wing of the backyard and said to Zhuo Xiang, "Open the door." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhuo Xiang exclaimed in his heart: What a hell, how did he go straight to the goal? as if he knew that he was here!

The lock opened, and Ilo entered, a staircase that led to the basement, and he followed it down.

Zhuo Xiang closed the door and followed behind Yi Luo, and was about to kill him with one punch, when he suddenly remembered that he was a pseudo-divine envoy, although he had a six-stage intermediate cultivation, but his strength was weird, if he didn't die with one blow, he would be in trouble if he alarmed Yi Zhongheng.

When he arrived at the door of the basement, Yi Luo stood behind Zhuo Xiang, and when he opened the door and turned back, he suddenly raised his hand at him, and a large cloud of lime rode the wind in front of his eyes in an instant. Zhuo Xiang didn't think that Yi Luo didn't even see his mother, so he dared to suddenly commit murder, his eyes were hit, he let out a miserable scream, and smashed Yi Luo with a heavy punch.

But Yi Luo had already expected Zhuo Xiang to react like this, and shifted his position in advance, and the extremely sharp ice silver knife met his fist, cutting off one of his fingers.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, Zhuo Xiang screamed again, waved his fist indiscriminately to open the way, groped to rush up the ladder, but the ice silver knife circled around his neck, and the cold killing intent forced him to dodge again and again, knowing that he could not break through, he roared and retreated into the basement, slamming the door shut.

The staircase was narrow, and when Zhuo Xiang hit the lime, Yi Luo had already bounced up vigorously, and his hands were gripping a beam of the roof that protruded from the floor slab. When Zhuo Xiang stepped on the steps, he jumped down silently, and finally when Zhuo Xiang retreated indoors, he had already retreated inside.

And Zhuo Xiang's repeated cries were all blocked by Yiluo Yufeng and would not reach the living room.

In the basement, Yi Luo was immediately excited when he saw his mother being locked in a giant iron cage, but he didn't dare to shout, just waved his hand to his mother, and turned around to deal with Zhuo Xiang with all his might.

When Tang Weiqiu was at home, she received a gemstone necklace and a letter from a little boy, and the gangsters threatened her that she could not inform others, and asked her to read the letter, immediately take all the money, and go to the designated place alone, and tear up the ticket later.

She took the gemstone necklace into her bosom, pulled out a few borrowed golden tickets to send to the clan, left a note and went out. She had no choice, even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, she hurriedly ran to Kikyo Alley, was controlled by Yang Mao, and secretly escorted here.

Just when she was worried, she heard the movement, she looked forward to it with anxiety, and saw that it was her precious son who came to her, but she was surprised and happy in her heart, and she didn't dare to make a sound, and looked at him worriedly.

Zhuo Xiang was angrily cleaning his eyes with the corner of his clothes, and was suddenly attacked by the ice silver knife, and was almost hit, only then did he know that Yi Luo was already in the house, and couldn't help but be furious: "Little miscellaneous, Lao Tzu has to tear you up!"

His eyes had passed the initial burning sensation, and he had become accustomed to it, and he endured the pain, opened a slit, and drew his knife and frantically swooped down on Yi Luo.

The stormy attack made Yi Luo powerless, the wind had little impact on Zhuo Xiang, he desperately jumped and crawled, the ice silver knife didn't know where it fell, and the Qinglian knife also got out of his hand, and finally, he was kicked in the heart, and his body flew upside down, hitting the wall heavily and bouncing off the ground.

Tang Weiqiu was like a mother beast who only looked at the young beast being abused, turning around anxiously and anxiously, her fists and arms hit the iron cage with blood, and she desperately shook the iron rod to break out of the cage, and shouted hoarsely: "Beast, let him go, let go of my son, otherwise I will let you die a bad death!"

The heart was hit hard, Yi Luo felt that he was about to die, on the way here, he had already thought about how to deal with the two people here, but he didn't expect Zhuo Xiang to be so fierce, the lime failed to burn his eyes, is there only this trick to die with him?

Zhuo Xiang already understood that Yi Luo was a god, his eyes were wide open, he raised the cold and shining steel knife, faced the wind, and slashed at Yi Luo with a roar.

Yi Luo rolled towards the Qinglian Knife, and his left arm was stabbed, and the bones were almost visible. He held the Qinglian knife, jumped up with the last bit of strength, stimulated Zhuo Xiang's eyes with concentrating on the wind, and faced Zhuo Xiang's knife with a killing move that ended up together, and the two of them were stabbed in the abdomen at the same time, and they fell to the ground.

Tang Weiqiu's tears fell like rain, and she kept calling in panic: "Luo'er, Luo'er, wake up quickly!"

Yi Luo didn't move, even the sixth-stage divine envoy fell, how could he be spared!

Tang Weiqiu was extremely sad, only feeling that she had nothing to love, and sat on the ground weakly, her eyes were full of life, staring directly at her son's blood-covered body.

Suddenly, Yi Luo's hand snapped, and then, with difficulty, he crawled towards Zhuo Xiang's corpse.

Tang Weiqiu immediately "lived", and when she saw her son vomiting blood while crawling, her heart was like a knife, her eyes were clouded with tears, and she choked up: "Luo'er, lie down and don't move, first bandage your injuries, and ......be obedient and obedient."

However, Yi Luo didn't have the strength to bandage himself at all, so he crawled to Zhuo Xiang's corpse with difficulty, found the key to the iron cage, and sent it to his mother's feet in the wind, and finally couldn't support it and fainted.

Tang Weiqiu's hands trembled, she opened the lock and rushed out of the cage, pounced on her son, and called out in panic: "Luo'er, Luo'er......"

Sensing that his son was still angry, Tang Weiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, carefully turned his body around and lay down, and uncovered the clothes on his stomach only to find that there was a steel plate tied to it, and it was this steel plate that saved him.

It was bought by Yi Luo halfway, and the steel plate had been stabbed through a gap by Zhuo Xiang's knife, and the blood came out of here.

Tang Weiqiu hurriedly removed the steel plate, fortunately, the wound was not too deep, it did not hurt the internal organs, and the blood had stopped on its own.

Yi Zhongheng didn't know what his son was going to do, although the heavenly gods' methods were unguardable, but the opponent was a sixth-stage intermediate divine envoy after all, he was very worried in his heart, but there was nothing he could do, and he hated his illness extremely much.

When he saw his beloved wife come out with his unconscious son, his wife was covered in blood, and his son was covered with Zhuo Xiang's coat, which was obviously not optimistic, his anger jumped out, and he pulled out the sword with a "choking" sound.

This treasure knife weighs more than 700 pounds, and the reason why it can be easily carried around the waist is because of the use of an anti-gravity scabbard. No matter how heavy the knife is, as long as you enter the anti-gravity scabbard, the weight will be reduced to zero, and the weight of the scabbard is only a little heavier than the normal scabbard, which is extremely expensive.

Yang Mao also picked up the heavy iron rod at the same time, the two shot at the same time, the knife and stick collided, Yi Zhongheng was shocked back and broke out of the wall, Yang Mao followed and bounced out, and the two masters launched a fierce struggle in the courtyard.

A thick smoke rose from the backyard, and the blood of the gods in the basement was cleaned up by Tang Weiqiu, leaving no traces, and finally set fire there.

The inhabitants of the neighborhood heard the loud clash of weapons and knew that it was a fierce battle between masters, it was simply a raging tornado, destroying and decaying everywhere it went, and it was necessary to keep an eye on their movements.

People were so frightened that they all ran outside, some looking warily at the smoking yard, and some running away from the center of the fight.