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"Bang. "There was a loud bang. Resounding in the sky, Liu Zhengyu instantly felt that his arm was numb, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

However, Jiang Lang used all his fierce strength, and the spear did not improve the direction of attack, but still stabbed Liu Zhengyu's heart.

Cold sweat broke out on Liu Zhengyu's forehead, and he couldn't dodge, so he could only keep stepping in the air and reversing his legs.

Jiang Lang held the spear tightly in the air, and the person and the spear formed a "one" shape, approaching Liu Zhengyu directly, if the other party was hit by it, I was afraid that he would become seriously injured if he didn't die, and his face couldn't help but show a look of joy.

At this time, Xing Ke had already dispersed Jiang Lang's phantom, and the battle between the two in front of him also made him sweat for Liu Zhengyu. The situation was urgent, and he couldn't hesitate at all, waving a soft whip and hitting Jiang Lang.

Xing Ke dodged quickly, seeing that the spear was still chasing Liu Zhengyu, he also used all his strength, the soft whip hit the spear, a rotation, the soft whip surrounded the spear, he pulled hard, he wanted to make the spear deviate, but he didn't expect the spear to carry. It was so fierce that he even pulled him over with the whip.

The spear that was wrapped around the soft whip still did not improve the direction of attack, and the flames around it were only less than half a millimeter away from Liu Zhengyu's heart, Xing Ke made a decision and pushed Liu Zhengyu away with one palm.

The spear stabbed through Xingke's chest with force, through his body, and quickly out of his back, carrying blood and pieces of flesh from his body, his eyes widened, and the man began to fall from the sky.

"Torture. Liu Zhengyu leaned in and swooped down to catch Xing Ke.

Xing Ke had a slight smile on his face, tilted his neck, and said in a low voice: "Jiang Lang's cultivation is too high, you might as well flee, right?" Remember to avenge me in the future." ”

Liu Zhengyu nodded.

"Brother, don't say much, you can't die, I'll take you back. ”

Xing Ke shook his head slightly, he didn't plan to live when he came. The smile on his face deepened.

"Maybe I'll be able to see my dad soon, and I'd love to see what my dad looks like. ”

While speaking, Liu Zhengyu held Xing Ke and quickly took off in the direction of Qianfeuille Mountain.

Of course, Jiang Lang knew that Liu Zhengyu also ran, Liu Zhengyu was the hatred in his heart, and he definitely couldn't let the tiger go back to the mountain. He stretched out his hand, the spear flew into his hand again, and with a leap, the person also came to Liu Zhengyu's side.

"If you want to run, it's not that easy, you have to die today. ”

Liu Zhengyu looked at Jiang Lang coldly, looking at the Xing Ke he was holding was dying at this time, although he hated Jiang Lang to the extreme, he couldn't watch Xing Ke die.

Liu Zhengyu held Xing Ke in one hand, drew a circle with the soft sword with the other, and a true qi surrounded Xing Ke's body, Liu Zhengyu also slowly let go of Xing Ke, and he slowly floated down from the air.

Liu Zhengyu didn't say anything more, and after fighting again and again, not only was he stabbed in the shoulder by Jiang Lang, but his physical strength was almost exhausted. However, he only had one battle, and with all his strength, the soft sword slashed out three swords in a row, and three white lights attacked Jiang Lang directly.

Jiang Lang's spear was pointed, and the sword qi was dispersed by it, and when he saw Liu Zhengyu swinging his sword, he quickly stood the spear in front of him, and the two fought again.

Jiang Lang's actions ignited the anger in Liu Zhengyu's heart, and the seeds of hatred had already germinated in his heart, which aroused his powerful explosive power, and his swordsmanship was even sharper, which also shocked Jiang Lang for a while.

After all, Jiang Lang's cultivation was two levels higher than Liu Zhengyu's, and after dozens of rounds, he also recovered from the battle, and Liu Zhengyu was also cut by him with several wounds, but Liu Zhengyu did not have the slightest timidity, and still struggled hard.

When he was anxious, the subtlety of the illusory sword technique was triggered again, and Liu Zhengyu's cultivation was improved again, reaching the fourth layer of the Martial Ancestor realm.

Jiang Lang stabbed a spear into Liu Zhengyu's chest, and the soft sword flipped and slashed at Jiang Lang's right arm holding the spear at the same time.

Jiang Lang's heart was shocked, he didn't expect Liu Zhengyu's cultivation to continue to grow in battle, and the swelling pain in his arm also made him immediately put his spear in front of him, and the person also took a few steps back in the air.

The passion for battle was ignited, and Liu Zhengyu almost tried his best to continue to swing his sword to fight towards Jiang Lang.

I thought that my cultivation was much higher than Liu Zhengyu, and he could kill Liu Zhengyu even in close combat, but Jiang Lang at this time also had a sense of fear, although the other party had countless scars on his body, but it seemed that he had endless strength, if he was entangled like this, he might not be able to be defeated by the other party. But he knows better in his heart that if he pulls away from Liu Zhengyu and fights with him, then Liu Zhengyu will be vulnerable.

At this point, the spear in Jiang Lang's hand came out of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into dozens of spears, and stabbed at Liu Zhengyu at the same time, Liu Zhengyu also flipped over and over, dodging attacks, and the dragon tendon soft sword also kept slashing towards the spear. At the same time, he was still approaching Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang's shoulders shrugged slightly, gathering his strength between his palms, and his palms hit Liu Zhengyu again and again, and countless fireballs erupted from his palms.

Liu Zhengyu had no choice but to swing his sword to dodge, and his figure flickered non-stop.

After opening the battle distance, Jiang Lang instantly felt a lot more relaxed, and the palm wind became more turbid. And Liu Zhengyu had already exhausted his strength, and he fought tenaciously with perseverance, and he began to become more powerless at this time.

When he was young, Liu Zhengyu was hit by a flame in his body, his body swayed, and then the flames seemed to become more ferocious, his chest was hit one after another, a mouthful of stuffy blood spurted out of his mouth, and he also seemed to have lost his combat effectiveness, lying flat in the air, falling down.

The sun shone on his body, and Liu Zhengyu also stared at the scorching sun in the sky, he was too tired and slowly closed his eyes.

A green dragon in the dragon tendon soft sword cruised out, and seeing that Jiang Lang was still attacking Liu Zhengyu who was already unconscious with a fireball, he also swam in front of Liu Zhengyu and used his huge body to block the attack of the fireball.

Qinglong knew very well in his heart that his demon realm cultivation was far inferior to Jiang Lang, so he didn't want to fight anymore, with the mentality of death, he just wanted to block the blow of the wicked for Liu Zhengyu, who he was dedicated to as the sword master in this life. Find a moment of peace for his sword master.

Jiang Lang also had a killing intent towards Liu Zhengyu, and when he saw Qinglong blocking, his attack became more fierce, and countless fireballs attacked Qinglong in unison.

Qinglong didn't dodge in the slightest, because he knew better that if he dodged himself, it would hasten the death of his sword master. The fireball hit all over his body, and finally the death hole on his dragon's head was also hit twice by the fireball in a row, and he instantly felt that his head was blank, and he was no longer able to protect her sword master, and the entire dragon body also fell.

Liu Zhengyu fell in the same city, and many old people and women who were not gassed to death also shed tears in their eyes when they saw the god of war in their hearts being shot down. The people also ran in the direction where Liu Zhengyu fell.

In an instant, thousands of women and old men held sticks, or shovels, hoes and other hard objects, surrounded Liu Zhengyu, and the two old men also struggled to lift Liu Zhengyu's tiger body and ran towards the alleys in the same city.

When he was young, Jiang Lang also flew down with a spear in his hand, and fell not far in front of Liu Zhengyu and the people who were unconscious.

Jiang Lang showed an evil smile, and with a wave of his spear, a wave of qi came, and hundreds of old and weak people fell to the ground in an instant.

At the same time, there was a shout of killing, hundreds of people rushed to the river waves, the river waves volleyed a palm, the strong wind came, the people's flesh and blood flew sideways, and the people were as if a ravine had been split, and all the lines fell to the ground and died.

In an instant, there was a cry, these old people and women, even the children who had just become sensible, watched the people around them fall one by one, without the slightest fear, still holding the sticks and other hard objects in their hands, desperately rushing towards Jiang Lang, as if as long as they rushed in front of Jiang Lang, they would win.

Jiang Lang waved the spear in his hand several times in a row, and the next moment, the people did not win after all, because none of the thousands of people rushed to his side, and they all fell in a pool of blood.

Jiang Lang looked at the corpses all over the ground, without the slightest pity, stepped on the corpses, and strode into the alley in front, just turning a corner, two white-haired old men, carrying Liu Zhengyu's body, were hurrying forward.

Jiang Lang smiled slightly, and came slowly, even if he walked very slowly, he was getting closer and closer to the two gray-haired old men.

The old man in the back turned his head to the rear, watching the demonic waves get closer and closer to them, knowing that he could no longer bring the god of war in his mind out of trouble, and shouted loudly in his mouth.

"King Pingding, wake up quickly, you can't fall, the people need you. ”

Liu Zhengyu, who was angry, had the shouts of the people in his mind, although he was in a coma, but he knew everything that had happened just now, and there were two tear stains left in the corners of his eyes, he tried to open his eyes several times, but he couldn't open them.

The evil Jiang Lang, standing behind the two old men, slashed his palm on the back of the old man behind, the old man shouted, and lifted Liu Zhengyu's hands, and naturally let go, Jiang Lang didn't use half of his strength, the old man's body was pierced by his palm wind, and the person also died on the spot.

The old man in front also slowly put down Liu Zhengyu and stood in front of Liu Zhengyu.

"Liu Zhengyu, you also have today, and you actually let these helpless people protect you. ”

While speaking, Jiang Lang gently drew the spear, and the old man's waist was deeply cut out of it, and the blood seeped out, and the old man slowly fell, falling in front of Liu Zhengyu's eyes, at this moment, Liu Zhengyu finally tried his best to open his eyes, just with the old man who fell to the four eyes, the old man at the last moment of his life, saw the god of war in his mind wake up, his face also showed a smile, and his eyes slowly closed.