Shang Qing, who was covered in blood, stood on the stage with a horizontal knife in his hand, and the remaining nine killers, one by one, you look at me, I look at you, they all saw fear in each other's eyes, so they all looked at the old boatman on the second floor, with a look of distress in their eyes.

The old boatman sighed lightly and said to Shang Qing in the audience: "Xiao Langjun, I underestimate you, although Zheng Sanqiao and Liu Baibian are ordinary men, they can be regarded as first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, it's a pity." ”

Shang Qing raised his head, and the murderous intent in his eyes was clear: "The guys who are in the way have been solved, come down and die, next, it's your turn!" ”

"Young people, don't get carried away in everything, you must know that there is a heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. Even if you defeat Zheng Sanqiao and Liu Baiyan, they are only mortals after all, and I am different from them. ”

The old boatman let go of Dongfang Xi, turned his head, and smiled at her: "Little doll, you are optimistic, not everyone can be my disciple!" ”

Dongfang Xi took advantage of the situation to break free, without the old boatman's arm as a support point, he didn't stand firm all of a sudden, shook a few times, and held on to the half-section of the fence on the side to stand firm.

Her eyes were filled with tears, her eyes were red, and she said with grief and hatred: "If you don't think about it, even if you die, I will never agree to be your disciple." ”

The old boatman shook his head, ignored her, leaped down from the second floor, landed on the stage, and instantly burst out with a terrifying aura all over his body.

As soon as he stomped his foot, the planks under his feet shattered, and the broken pieces of wood floated around him like dozens or hundreds of sharp swords.

He snorted, "Go!" ”

Countless pieces of broken wood, as if turned into sharp blades, like flying locusts, suddenly roared towards Shang Qing and shot away.

Shang Qing kept shaking his body from side to side to dodge, and his speed was very fast, but he was still stabbed several times.

The figure stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

However, the killers behind him were not so lucky.

"Ahh

"Ahh

There was a scream.

The old boatman turned a deaf ear, and there was a saying on the mountain: "When you were a child, you didn't treat him as a person, but when he grew up, he naturally couldn't be a man." ”

In the mundane world below the mountain, this is not the case.

These killers are the dead soldiers who have been cultivated since childhood, and life and death are all in the hands of their masters.

In the old boatman's eyes, they were no different from ants. Can an elephant be sad for trampling an ant to death? No, maybe the elephant wouldn't know that when it lifts its foot, it tramples an ant to death, or a nest when it falls.

What's more, these killers have lost their killing intent. The assassin's actions are to attack the strong with the weak, and the jade is burned, and it is only with a breath in the chest that he can be brave. If you don't even have that breath, what's the use of keeping it?

"Hehe, Xiao Langjun, look, this is the gap between mortals and monks!"

The old man's voice suddenly exploded in Shang Qing's ears, and Shang Qing suddenly retreated as if he was facing a great enemy, and hurriedly retreated, opening a certain safe distance from the other party.

Shang Qing's face was full of bitterness.

I didn't expect that today, I might be planted here.

Obviously, this old thief deliberately hid his strength before, otherwise when he attacked on the second floor, if he used all his strength, Shang Qing would either be killed or injured.

"If you can still stand up within three breaths, I will consider leaving you a whole corpse." The old boatman's cold voice was full of victory.

"Humph! Old thief, it's not certain who will kill the deer! ”

Although Shang Qing was tough, his eyes were constantly flickering, trying to find even the slightest flaw in the other party.

However, the old boatman's figure was extremely fast, and in a flash, only a series of afterimages were left.

Shang Qing's horizontal knife was clenched, and his body was tense.

He had never played against such a powerful person, and it made him feel a lot of pressure like never before.

Sou!

A sound of breaking the air sounded.

In the blink of an eye, a flying sword had arrived in front of him, Shang Qing shouted violently, spun around violently, rolled his body in embarrassment, and dodged the sword.

Before he could get up, in an instant, a dry palm with terrifying power came from the side, Shang Qing hurriedly put away his knife to resist, but he was still knocked away by a palm and fell from the stage to the audience.

There was a muffled "bang".

The body smashed a tea table, the body smashed on the ground, and the floor tiles were cracked, and there was a surge of qi and blood in the body, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The old boatman was on tiptoe, his hands were on his back, his body was spinning in the air, and he attacked again with the momentum of thunder, and instantly came to Shang Qing, raised his palm and slapped it on Shang Qing's chest.

said that it was too late, Shang Qing hurriedly raised his hand to block, and the horizontal knife was swung out, a cold light flashed, and the old boatman's figure retreated again and again.

Shang Qing immediately straightened up a carp, turned over, and stared at the old boatman coldly: "Old thief, you are looking for death!" ”

The hands and feet suddenly exerted force, swept up again, and used a move "Kun into the abyss" to split, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, and instantly came to the old boatman.

"You ......"

The old boatman, who consciously controlled everything, was shocked, and did not expect that the young man in front of him was so difficult, and hurriedly retreated.

Shang Qing once again accelerated his offensive, and the spiritual energy in Tianquan, Qiuxu, Yangchi, and Lao Palace operated to the extreme, and columns of water like mountains rose to the sky.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be a fifth-level Qi refining monk, but the old man is an eighth-level Qi refining monk, since you want to die wholeheartedly, the old man will fulfill you." The old boatman's heart tightened, his face showed surprise, he no longer looked down on the young man in front of him, and put away his contempt.

"Humph!"

Shang Qing snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "The eighth layer of qi refining, so what, isn't it amazing?" ”

Shang Qing's body moved, turned into a phantom, like a hurricane, and swept towards the old boatman.

A touch of ruthlessness flashed in the old boatman's eyes, and when Shang Qing approached, he directly reached sideways and grabbed his arm.

"The carp wags its tail."

Shang Qing shouted, his wrist flicked, the horizontal knife in his hand suddenly changed the attack, swept out, the knife was clear, as fast as lightning, breaking through the air and making a "whirring" sound, heading towards the old boatman's waist.

The old boatman's body was sideways, and he flashed the knife, and he picked up the half-cut iron spear of Liu Baichang, and met it.

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

The horizontal knife collided with the iron spear, and sparks flew in all directions, making a sharp sound of gold and iron.

The old boatman roared angrily, full of energy, Shang Qing only felt that his eardrums were buzzing, and on the old boatman's dry arm, an amazing force erupted, pressing like a small mountain, Shang Qing had some difficulty breathing, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"What a strong force."

Shang Qing sighed in his heart. couldn't help but be surprised, but his face was not obvious, he said in a deep voice: "The eighth layer of qi refining, it's nothing more than that, I said it, today, you must... Die! ”

When the old boatman heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then he became angry, as if he had been greatly humiliated.

"Dead? Boy, let's see if you have the skills. ”

You must know that he is a cultivator of the eighth layer of qi refining, even if he is a boatman on the mountain, how can a vulgar hairy boy be able to speak disrespectfully!

For a while, the horizontal knife and the iron gun collided fiercely.

Shang Qing's body turned sharply, his feet moved quickly, splitting, slashing, stabbing, teasing, and the four movements kept changing.

At this moment, a halberd carrying thunder fire roared.

There was a loud bang.

"Who is so bold as to dare to hurt my second brother?" The rough and majestic voice immediately sounded in the teahouse.

A tall black steed neighed and rushed into the Tingfeng Teahouse.