Even if you mow the grass, mowing for such a long time will make you tired.

What's more, in the face of these, they are brave and fearless, and they are bent on killing the Red Fire Thieves.

Shen Xiu began to consciously gather his strength, not to do useless work, and to make his swords and punches more accurate.

A flash of silver!

Spit out the punch!

It was a great red fire thief lying on the ground looking at the moon.

Those red fire thieves were either pierced in the chest, their heads exploded, or their throats were cut directly with a knife.

In the midst of such a crowd.

Shen Xiu also inevitably took a few sporadic hits, but with his speed, after dodging, it was only a slight bloody cut, and it was no big deal.

When the surroundings were empty, and suddenly he didn't feel anyone wielding a knife, Shen Xiu looked around and found that there was no figure around him who could stand up at this moment.

There was a river of blood and corpses all over the ground.

The murderous aura condensed in his body almost burst out of his body.

"If I don't die, I will teach you to die without a place to bury!"

Seeing the slaughtered Red Fire Village, Yang Long, as the big boss, was extremely angry at the same time in his heart.

A pair of eyes stared at Shen Xiu's figure, and he had never wanted to put someone to death.

"You'd better take care of yourself first!"

However, Yang Jinhong in front of him laughed, ignoring the injuries on his body, and chose to exchange injuries with him Yang Long.

He didn't give it to him.

Get out and then attack Shen Xiu's chance.

However, this kind of entanglement made Yang Long even more angry, and his anger against the sky was firmly blocked in his chest, and the emotions in it were indescribable.

His eyes glanced at Shen Xiu.

decisively chose to exchange injuries for injuries with Yang Jinhong.

Now that he has become a bare-bones village owner, he can only turn all his anger into power, and hit the hateful guy who is entangled in front of him. Above.

If the knife is broken, then use the fist, and if the fist is broken, then use the leg.

Anyway, it's useless.

Under this extremely fierce battle, the appearance of the two of them became extremely miserable.

Yang Jinhong didn't have a wisp on his body, and he was even more bloodstained, mixed with the blood of the other party and his own.

His incorruptible golden body has long been unable to maintain under Yang Long's continuous attacks, and the only defense he insists on now is just his lonely bravery.

Both are in the same bad condition.

Seeing this scene, Shen Xiu looked at the situation and felt that Yang Jinhong might not be able to hold on, so he immediately took a deep breath and rushed out with his knife.

However, Yang Jinhong didn't wait for him to arrive, and suddenly burst into a loud drink, and a burst of golden light appeared on his body again, and at this moment, blood was faintly oozing from his nostrils and eardrums.

Facing Yang Longlai's fist, he stepped forward extremely bravely and greeted him with his body.

Yang Long's fist hit Yang Jinhong's chest and heart extremely fiercely, and with a heavy and muffled sound, Yang Jinhong immediately spit out a mouthful of blood again.

The blood was a dull and deep black.

However, when he was hit by a heavy attack, he did not dodge or dodge, clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed into Yang Long's undefended temples on both sides.

Yang Long in front of him only felt that his head was dazed, and his consciousness was almost scattered by those fists in a hazy way.

Before he could react.

Yang Jinhong on the opposite side repeated it as usual, and the extremely fierce fists hammered at Yang Long's temples again.

The next moment, his brain buzzed.

Then it was dark and unconscious.

Yang Jinhong looked at Yang Long, who was bleeding from his ears and nose, and suddenly smiled calmly.

The endless feeling of soreness and pain spread to his consciousness from all over his body, from the inside and outside of himself.

He spread his hands weakly.

Yang Long's body was like a paralyzed dead snake, slumping to the ground softly.

Looking around, I don't know what comes to mind.

Yang Jinhong also collapsed to the ground suddenly, looking at the night sky and the increasingly red dawn on the distant mountain.

I couldn't help laughing, and the laughter was deafening, resounding throughout the Red Fire Village.

Laughing and laughing.

His eyes were suddenly moist and teary......

Shen Xiu looked at the man who suddenly fell and was lying on the ground, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

Thinking of something, he ran into the mansion of the Red Fire Thieves, and climbed over the walls and smashed the cabinets one by one, looking for the elixir to heal the internal wounds.

On the way, when he encountered a red fire thief who was hiding and hiding, he handed out a knife and the result was decisive.

After searching and searching, he found a locked medicine box, cut open the lock outside, and suddenly found a pile of bottles and cans scattered in it.

Distinguishing a few bottles of healing medicine for internal injuries, it was rushed to the outside of Dazhai.

At this time, Yang Jinhong, but at some point, had climbed to the steps outside the big house of the village.

Sitting on the bluestone slab, facing the gap on the other side of the valley, his eyes looking at the end of the daylight that turned red far away.

Seeing the few bottles of healing medicine handed over by Shen Xiu, Yang Jinhong smiled weakly and shook his head.

"No need, no need, now I have run out of oil lamps, even if Da Luo Immortal tries again, there is nothing I can do!"

Smiling, Pavilion Master Yang continued, "Now the things that can help the martial arts hall get out of the predicament can only get rid of you, that Wang Yuehu I have fought and know, cultivation is vain, and it is impossible to have the strength to promote the four realms to Tibet,

If my guess is correct, it must be a smoke bomb released outward, just to make his purpose succeed.

In my opinion, your strength is not without the strength of a battle, plus those teachings, there is no difficulty in taking down that Wang Yueyue, but what you need to pay attention to is his poisonous ......"

"Don't worry about me now, let's disperse as soon as possible......"

"Kill him, tell me, and I'll take the road."

Yang Jinhong's voice was very difficult, lying on the pillar, with a rare rest in his body.

He actually wanted to take matters into his own hands and end Wang Yuehu, who had put him in trouble and encountered all this.

But with his current body, which has run out of oil lamps, he can't do it anyway.

When Shen Xiu heard this, he thought about it, returned to the village to find a few bottles of detoxification pills, and then left Dazhai, identified the direction of Taixi City, and thought about rushing over there......

……

At this time, on a mountain road somewhere in Baihuling, the "Yang Pavilion Master" was hurrying away with the teachers and disciples on the side.

Each other acted silently, and they all looked solemn.

At the current rate, I'm afraid it only takes a pillar of incense to reach the encirclement of the brothers, Chihuo Village.

However, he was still very dissatisfied.

If it weren't for the fact that a few disciples who had just entered the realm of cultivation were dragging their feet and affecting the progress of their actions, they would probably have arrived a long time ago.

It's just that at this time, he is not easy to criticize, after all, in the last time, he still has to maintain a good image of a museum owner.

Then that should be about enough time.

Think of the brethren who greeted him.

The corners of the mouth of "Pavilion Master Yang" couldn't help but show an unknown smile in the coming dawn......