The blood glow starts with only a little bit.

The moonlight sprinkled from the sky became larger little by little, and soon, it occupied all of Hu Sihai's field of vision.

It's like heavenly punishment, depressing, terrifying, making people unavoidable, unstoppable, and even unable to resist.

"No!"

Hu Sihai opened his mouth and wanted to cry for help, but at this moment, for some reason, he couldn't make any sound!

But after all, he is a character who came out of the bottom and has been in a bloody battle for a long time. At the critical moment, the potential exploded, and the body pressed the internal force, and finally, regained a trace of mobility.

"Flying Tiger tearing the sky!"

The claws are crossed, like the king of the mountain pounces on the sky.

The originally extremely sharp golden mangs actually broke through the one-foot limit in an instant, reaching one and a half feet hard, and then the iron claws on both arms escaped, and they were extremely fast and fierce to meet the heavenly punishment blood!

He was born at the bottom and practiced the basic technique of Tiger Claw Gong. After 30 years of penance, he finally cultivated the Tiger Claw Gong to perfection, and it has the property of tearing. After that, he also practiced the Flying Claw Skill, trying to break through the limit by touching the bypass.

The flying claw skill is an out-of-body attack, which pays the most attention to speed, surprise, and instant critical hit.

Although it is not yet consummated, because of the disciples with the Tiger Claw, the cultivation speed is quite fast, and it has been completed, and it is fused with the Tiger Claw Gong, which can well resist the enemy and buy buffer time for itself.

Shout!

The dazzling blood and the golden mangs intersected, but in just a moment, the golden mangs were shattered and continued to be ruthlessly slashed.

It's too fast!

It's incredible!

Hu Sihai only came sideways, and there was an extra blood line in his chest!

"Okay, good sword."

Burst!

As soon as the words came out, the force in the body exploded, and the whole person exploded in an instant, and the blood rain overturned the land.

"Old Hu!" Chang Yi, the leader of the Giant Sword Gang, roared angrily!

The two have been friends for more than 20 years, and they have known each other since the end of the day, and their feelings are very deep.

Unfortunately, the anger didn't last long!

Da-da-da.

In the misty rain of blood, there is one more man in black wearing a golden mask!

The body is long, the waning moon is sprinkled, the blood mist rises, and there is a strange atmosphere.

He stepped on the blood and walked towards Shi Changyi step by step.

The pace is very slow, but it seems to have stepped on the node of Shi Changyi's heartbeat.

Shi Changyi's heart thumped and trembled.

"You...... You...... Don't ......"

Shi Changyi can make a giant sword, and he is nine feet tall, which is more than half a head taller than ordinary people.

At this moment, the hand holding the sword was a little weak, like a weak woman.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for the other party to use that terrifying and strange sword drawing style in a short period of time. In addition, after using a sword-drawing ultimate, the spirit and spirit have been lost, and now the combat power must be weakened, at most it is equivalent to the peak of ordinary second-rate.

However, the truth is reasonable, and for some reason in my bones, I just tremble faintly.

The next moment!

The dazzling blood lit up again!

"No, this can't be ......," Shi Changyi exclaimed in disbelief.

Before the words could be spoken, the cry stopped abruptly!

Bang!

After a breath, the leader of the Greatsword Gang turned into a mist of blood all over the ground.

"The surname is Wan! If you don't come out again, Lao Tzu won't accompany you! The leader of the Arowana Gang, Master He Biao, shouted and retreated.

His swimming fish body method has been cultivated to the perfection of the realm, and there is a faint sign of a carp turning into a dragon.

The outer courtyard was densely crowded, but he was like a fish in water, shuttling quickly through the crowd.

Lan Xiaofeng couldn't catch up, so he could only vent his anger on ordinary disciples with hatred. She cultivates a poisonous palm, and the poisonous wind howls in the palm, and one palm is a large piece!

Although they didn't die on the spot, these ordinary disciples were just working with money, and they didn't have the heart to fight to the death. After being poisoned, they fell to the ground one by one and screamed.

Shi Changyi was killed, and Qu Sanyang also freed his hand.

However, he kept calm, with a long whip like a snake, and kept killing the three gangs of good men mixed with the ordinary disciples.

"Stop!"

Master He Biao was distressed to death, but he didn't dare to come forward to rescue.

In case he was entangled by Qu Sanyang's long whip, it would not be so easy to escape by relying on his body.

The other side.

After the golden-faced man in black killed Shi Changyi, he stood still in place.

There were no less than a hundred people around, but none of them dared to step forward and provoke this killing god.

After three breaths, the golden-faced man in black looked to the left of the crowd and suddenly spoke: "Old Man Qi has been hiding for twenty years, why bother mixing with this muddy water, and still doing such a villainous act." ”

"Senior Brother Wan is warmly invited, how can Qi not be saved when he sees death!"

Since he didn't find an opportunity to sneak attack, Qi Changfa simply stopped hiding it and strode forward.

The disciples in front scattered to both sides, out of the way.

"Huh!" The golden-faced man in black laughed, "I'm afraid this strong teacher's affection is worth 20,000 taels of silver." Does the old man Qi know that in order to stop us from making a move, how much did Lu Kun bid in the end? That's 30,000 taels! ”

Qi Changfa's face was calm, still staring at the golden-faced man in black.

Although he was confident in his martial arts, Dongfang Yi was too demonic. If the sword drawing style only has the power of daytime, he is not afraid, but in case...... Dongfang Yi will keep his hands during the day!

This is not speculation.

You need to know that Dongfang Yi can draw two swords in a row!

Each sword is no less powerful than the sword of the day!

"Gold."

It's a very bland two words, and the tone is not high!

But Qi Changfa couldn't help but change color slightly.

One tael of gold in the Ming Dynasty is enough to exchange for thirty taels of silver, and thirty thousand taels of gold is nine hundred thousand taels of silver, which is equivalent to ...... No, Wanzhen Mountain has recently made a breakthrough, and the Wuyun Society was only a second-rate force before. Occupy Jingzhou Mansion, collect a lot of silver, but the expenses are also large, and you can save 20,000 or 30,000 taels of silver when you go to the sky all year round.

"Suffer!"

Qi Changfa reacted quickly, and he was distracted by Dongfang Yi's words.

It's just that by this time, it's already too late!

Piercing blood filled the entire field of vision, depressing, terrifying and terrifying!

At this moment, he finally knew why Bai Ri Wan Zhen Mountain would lose!

Even at night, I don't want to face Dongfang Yi!

Choose a markup to let him rush ahead!

The rich blue internal force erupted and turned into a three-foot air mass to protect the front, however, it was useless!

The two-foot blood ray was only slightly blocked, and it quickly broke through the three-foot air mass!

It consumes only half of itself, and the remaining foot of blood continues to fall.

But this is a hindrance!

Qi Changfa finally came to his senses, and his sleeves flew like a curtain.

After the blood rays approached three inches, after all, they still couldn't bear the strong internal force of the first-class martial artist and were scattered.

"Whew." Qi Changfa breathed a sigh of relief, and cold sweat broke out slightly on his forehead.

This Dongfang Yi is really terrifying, he is young, and he has such a terrifying means of attacking the heart.

Without waiting for him to think more, Dongfang Yi was already approaching seven feet with the movement of the sword.

"Flowing Zipline!"

Qi Changfa's arms shook, his sleeves were stretched out and exposed, and when he wrapped around again, it was incredibly twisted into two long chains, and he made a sound of drinking and whipping like an iron cable.

The Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve is the softest kung fu, and the defense is unparalleled.

Over the years, I have been cultivating in the countryside, combined with the South Shaolin method of corking into a stick, and refining this trick into a rope!

After blessing the internal force, it can be attacked and defended, which is really convenient!

Bang Bang Bang!

The sword intersected with the sleeve of the coat, and the sound of gold and iron clashing kept coming.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought for more than ten rounds.

Qi Changfa was forced by the sword draw, lost the opportunity, and had to take three steps back in exchange for buffer space. But after more than ten days, he relied on his strong internal strength to pull back the situation and force Dongfang Yi to retreat eight feet away.