Bang bang!

Gunshots heavier than military flintlock rifles rang out.

Zhao Mengshan's arm suddenly burst out with a large ball of blood, splashing bloody flesh and blood.

Rao is his seven-rank master, and he has practiced a hand of tiger claw skills, the bones and muscles of his arms are far tougher and denser than ordinary people, and the idle nine-rank martial artist swings his knife with all his strength and slashes on his arm, which may not be able to cut off his bones, but under the close bombardment of this heavy musket, he was still blasted through the arm muscles and broke the arm bones of the forearm.

If it weren't for his strong external strength, the muscles and tendons of the cross arm trembled at the same time, and the entire forearm would probably be blown out.

But even so, his forearms hung down softly, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh connected, which was completely wasted.

Zhao Mengshan screamed in pain, without saying a word, he jumped on his knees, rose from the ground, and rushed straight out of the big hole in the roof of the secret room.

His internal organs were injured, his left arm was ruined, and his state fell to the bottom and was almost useless, as if he no longer dared to fight.

Shen Lang was afraid that he would escape for help, so he didn't have time to reload his ammunition, put away his two guns, showed his iron sword, and stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and jumped up after him.

But as soon as he jumped out of the hole in the roof of the secret room, and before his feet stepped on the ground of the practice hall, a vicious wind hit his face.

However, after Zhao Mengshan jumped out of the underground secret room, he did not flee on the ground, but crouched on the edge of the big hole, and as soon as he saw Shen Lang rushing out, he used his intact right hand to perform the tiger claw skill, squeeze the remaining strength, and with all his strength, he slashed towards Shen Lang's door.

His strength has been greatly reduced, but even so, if this claw is grasped, it is enough to catch Shen Lang's face.

In the face of this sudden momentum, Shen Lang, who had already known the power of Zhao Mengshan's tiger claws, and had already reacted faster after Xiaozhao's cat fist training, immediately moved without thinking, and a thick hardwood cutting board appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Boom!

Zhao Mengshan fought back with all his might, and he was grasping at the hardwood cutting board, cutting the cutting board to pieces and sawdust flying sideways.

Although the chopping board that was thick and hard and could not be chopped by a bone chopper with one blow looked super fierce and fierce, Zhao Mengshan's heart was already half cold.

After this full blow, his internal organs had been affected, and blood was spilling from his mouth and nose again, and he could no longer launch the same ferocious attack!

Seeing that Shen Lang had completely jumped out and was down-to-earth, Zhao Mengshan didn't think twice, he tiptoed a little without turning around, and flew back towards Shen Lang.

But just when he flew back, a slender skeleton that looked like a white jade carving appeared on Shen Lang's side, which was a small bone.

Seeing that his missing treasure reappeared, and even became a "living thing", Zhao Mengshan was immediately furious.

But just now, Xiao Gu had already opened his mouth once, and a yin wind swept in, instantly sweeping over Zhao Mengshan's body.

With Zhao Mengshan's state at this time, it was not enough to resist the "yin wind burial" of Xiaogu.

But the blooming water light of the golden silk soft armor on his body greatly reduced the power of the Yin Feng Burial, which only made Zhao Mengshan shake and tremble, but did not paralyze his muscles and make him unable to move.

But even this trembling made Zhao Mengshan's backward body pause, and there was a flaw for a moment.

It's just a flaw for this moment.

Shen Lang, who was extremely focused, raised his sword, exploded, and took out his sword.

Zheng!

The sword roared.

A beam of cold light went straight forward, like a moth to a fire, like a lightning terror on a rainy night, with boiling killing intent, sweeping ten steps, and stabbing Zhao Mengshan's throat.

Ten steps and one kill, white rainbow through the sun!

At the moment of life and death, Zhao Mengshan seemed to have broken through a certain bottleneck, and for a moment his spiritual aperture was wide open, and his spiritual sense skyrocketed, and he instantly realized that this sword was unavoidable, and when he couldn't do it, he raised his right hand, pinched out the claw momentum, blocked it in front of his neck, and turned his palm outward, facing the tip of the sword.

Burst!

The blood flashed, a little cold, and it hit Zhao Mengshan's palm.

Zhao Mengshan spurted blood and roared, and while his palm stabbed, his five fingers closed and he made a mistake suddenly.

Clang!

In the crisp sound of gold and iron fighting, sparks flashed, and the body of the long sword was broken by him with one claw.

Zhao Mengshan maintained the posture in front of his horizontal claw neck, and the blade of the broken sword embedded in the palm of his hand was constantly dripping blood.

His face was pale, his eyes widened, staring at Shen Lang, his throat seemed to be stuck with phlegm, and he asked vaguely:

"You...... Exactly...... Who...... Why ...... Kill me? ”

Shen Lang pointed at the ground with his sword and stared at Zhao Mengshan.

He had prepared a lot of speeches to express himself at the time of the decisive battle.

For example, I killed you to get justice for the poor girls who died innocently and tragically at your hands.

For another example, if a murderer kills him forever, and you wantonly kill for pleasure, I will kill you to comfort the soul.

Or, do you think that if you have a brother-in-law, you can really cover the sky with one hand and be unscrupulous? In this world, there are still chivalrous warriors who are not afraid of power and draw their swords in anger!

But when the time came, all the rhetoric that had been conceived was not uttered.

It was a battle to the death. In the death match where the rabbit rises and falls, changes and reversals in an instant, and life and death hang in the balance, there is no time to even turn his thoughts, and his every move is almost instinctive, where is the opportunity to speak?

And at this moment, with the murderous intent, poured out in that killing sword, after a short period of distraction, Shen Lang, who had recovered, had lost the mood to speak.

So, he only raised his chin slightly, looked at Zhao Mengshan with contempt and disgust, and said lightly:

"You live, waste food."

“……”

Zhao Mengshan's eyes burst out, and a flush of anger appeared on his pale cheeks, but in his throat, he could only make a messy ho sound, and when his lips opened and closed slightly, a large stream of blood kept gushing out.

He deserves to be a martial artist of the Seven Grades.

The survival and self-help at the moment of life and death are indeed quite beautiful.

Not only did he successfully block the sword blade between the sword blades at the moment of life and death, but when the sword blades penetrated his palms, he even twisted the sword body with his tiger claw hand, but ......

He underestimated the power of Shen Lang's killer sword.

"White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun" is an explosive killing sword that condenses the essence of the whole body, and Shen Lang, who is agile and strengthened, also has an instantaneous explosive power far beyond his actual realm.

So when Zhao Mengshan broke the sword body, the tip of the sword that penetrated his palm had already penetrated his throat and stabbed deeply into his neck.

When he was injured in this fatal injury, he still insisted on saying a vague word, and he was already a martial artist who was a master of "refining the viscera", and his vitality was strong and tenacious enough.

However, at this time, Zhao Mengshan's life has completely come to an end.

He shook twice, with a face full of despair and unwillingness, and collapsed to the ground weakly, foaming at the mouth of blood and swallowing his last breath convulsively.

Seeing that this "little master" whose martial arts were enough to crush him, under his own careful arrangement, was finally full of evil, Shen Lang couldn't help but exhale a breath of turbidity, only to feel that the dark clouds that had been suppressed in his heart for several days were finally swept away, and his mood suddenly cleared.

But there's no time to feel the mood now.

The movement of the explosion before was too loud, and the entire Zhao Mansion was already alarmed.

Although it was less than half a minute from Shen Lang's appearance to Zhao Mengshan's death, there were already panicked shouts at this moment, and they were rushing towards the practice hall.

Without any hesitation, Shen Lang put away the small bones, took out the broken sword nailed to Zhao Mengshan's palm and throat, and cut off his half-crippled left arm inlaid with lead bullets at the elbow with another sword, and put it into the fine pen space.

Peeling off Zhao Mengshan's golden silk soft armor, and even methodically and quickly cleaning up a large piece of chopping board fragments, Shen Lang released Xiao Zhao, and he entered the space of a fine pen.

Xiao Zhao took the fine pen in his hand and quickly jumped towards the air window. When passing by the low couch where Zhao Mengshan was meditating, it suddenly caught a glimpse of a scroll on the low couch, and the corner of the scroll unfolded seemed to be a boxing atlas?

Xiao Zhao immediately turned a corner and jumped over the low couch.

As it jumped over the couch, its head went a little down, and the pen in its mouth suddenly clicked on the scroll.

The scrolls are not gone.

But there was a cold moon glow like scanning light, radiating from the tip of the pen and sweeping across the scroll.

After that, Xiao Zhao didn't linger any longer, flew all the way to the bottom of the portore, and after a few steps along the vertical wall, he jumped up the porch and rushed out of the hall.

Just when it jumped to the outside of the practice hall, on the big tree facing the air window, the door of the practice hall slammed open, and several family members rushed in in a panic, and at a glance they saw Zhao Dashao who was lying on the ground in the messy hall.

All the family members stiffened, and cold sweat surged in an instant, and then they all collapsed to the ground:

"Young Master, ......"

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