"Ghost Spectrum?"

A scream finally brought the long street to life, provoking a few rapid dog barks and curses that disturbed the sweet dream.

The one who opened his mouth was the eighth master of Wei, Wei Tianpeng.

He has a very high martial arts background, and when Shen Lang was famous all over the world in the past, he had already traveled the rivers and lakes with seven righteous brothers. Although he was not famous at that time and was just an unknown little person, he also witnessed the immortal demeanor of many heroes such as "Shen Lang", "Wang Lianhua", "Panda Er" and so on.

Of course, there is also Bai Feifei, the "Ghost Palace Master".

At that time, the ghosts and ghosts shocked black and white, and the scene of the world's masters changing the color is still vivid.

After a short period of surprise, Eighth Master Wei smiled sadly: "Hey, hey, it's just right, I'll turn you from a living ghost into a dead ghost today." ”

Seeing that the other party looked like a leader, Li Ducian was unhurriedly curious: "With your status and prestige in the rivers and lakes today, how can you be willing to work for the 'Blue Dragon Society'?" ”

He really didn't have much of an impression of this man.

Unexpectedly, Eighth Master Wei's answer was really unexpected, his eyes were gloomy, and his voice was as hoarding as a night owl: "Because my Wei family is originally a member of the Blue Dragon Society, I also have a brother named Wei Tianying." ”

Li Ducian suddenly remembered that when the "Blue Dragon Society" did not have the "Seven Dragon Heads", there were only the "Green Dragon Boss" and the "Twelve Hall Masters" at that time, and there seemed to be a terrible figure named "Wei Tianying" among them.

"Heh, Wei Tianpeng, Wei Tianying, I believe you are brothers." He suddenly smiled, and his straight and straight body suddenly twisted like a willow and moved horizontally in front of Wei Tianpeng, "Outside the 'Cold Fragrance Garden' that day, you saw me retreating, humble as a dog, and now you have a bit of a fighting spirit?" ”

"Hey, hey, the old man is going to crush your bones and scatter ashes today."

Wei Tianpeng has a bald eagle nose, a brocade robe, and a wooden stick with the thickness of a bowl in his hand, and the tips of the two sticks are wrapped in fine iron, shaped like two black lion heads, and the lion's mane is rolled up and turned into edges and corners, and the weight is extremely heavy at a glance.

And the moment Li Ducian flashed, an iron cone weighing more than ten catties had smashed into his chest.

It may be a little inaccurate to say "smash", it is more like embroidery, attacking Li Ducicada's chest several death points, lifting weights like light, dexterous and changeable, flying up and down in his hands, the wind and rain broke up between the dances, and the momentum was amazing.

It is the "iron awl" Han Zhen.

More than this person made a move, several sword lights came from all directions, the sword body trembled, the sword wind "trembled", the cold light swept rapidly, and all of them greeted him at the vital point.

There are also a number of Blue Dragon Society killers on the periphery, as if they have laid a net of heaven and earth, making it impossible for them to escape.

Li Dui's eyes were like cold lightning, and a pair of eyes sharper than the edge of the sword had contracted sharply, and he suddenly hooked his toes, and the corpse of Ximen Thirteen on the ground had been picked up in the air, blocking Han Zhen's big iron cone, and it was pierced through his chest.

Seeing that the blow missed, Han Zhen's eyes immediately widened with anger, and his hands gathered all his strength, and he was about to crash into Li Ducian with the corpse, but before he could change his move, a cold blue and ink-colored knife tip suddenly came out of Ximen Thirteen's corpse, and sank into his throat without any mud and water.

The tip of the knife retreated with a touch, bringing out a few points of blood, Li Ducian didn't look at Han Zhen who was paralyzed and fell to the ground, and when he slid his feet on the ground, he flew away, and at the same time turned his wrist and turned the knife, making a style of "Su Qin's back sword", and the horizontal knife was behind, stopping those sword shadows.

And the reason why he retreated was because at the moment when Han Zhen fell, Wei Tianpeng had already burst out.

He pressed the long stick on the ground, the stone slab under his feet exploded, and the tail of the stick was picked up again, and a cloud of smoke and dust was already picked up from the ground, and he was fascinated by Li Ducicada's eyes, and the tiger roared in his mouth, and his beard was open, like an angry lion, and with a twist of his wrist, the stick shadow flew in the rain, and even knocked and beaten, sweeping out like a thunderbolt.

Passing along the way, but seeing the terrifying stick shadow straight like a demon dragon making waves, bite tightly, the stick wind swept, whistling, the fierce wind like a steel knife swept away the rain on the ground, leaving a shocking shallow pit.

Li Ducian frowned secretly, how could this person's stick method have the shadow of boiling soy milk.

Seeing that he couldn't help but retreat in a hurry, the swordsmen on the rivers and lakes glanced at each other, and they all stepped forward, and the sword weapon in his hand slashed and stabbed straight down, sealing his way out.

Li Ducian seemed to have eyes behind him, his body suddenly fell straight back, his feet touched the ground, the long knife changed the trend of the knife move, the dark light in his eyes was great, and the blade made a clear and more humming sound, and the last hair came first, and the sword light had passed through the wrist of the opponent's right hand holding the sword.

With a slash, he kicked the ground with his right foot, as if he was flying close to the ground, and the blade was lifted up, and a person in front of him was split in half from the two strands in an exclamation, and fell to both sides of the long street.

Blood rain splashed, stomach and intestines scattered, Li Ducian was covered with blood, his eyes were full of fierce light, he pressed the ground with one palm, and immediately his body was like a dragon leaping into the air, and the long knife in his hand turned around and stabbed straight, impartially, and it was just against Wei Tianpeng's stick that came from the volley.

"Hey, die!"

Wei Tianpeng shouted like thunder.

However, when the knife and the stick met, it was only an instant, but he saw the lion's head on the stick "bang" scattered, and a touch of green mangs immediately broke like a bamboo, breaking from the tip of the stick into the tail of the stick, and submerged into his heart in Wei Tianpeng's round eyes.

At this time, in the rainy night in all directions, there were suddenly countless heart-pounding sounds of breaking the air approaching.

It was an overwhelming hidden weapon, more urgent than the wind, denser than the rain, and even Li Ducicada's face changed.

The few swordsmen who didn't die, as well as Wei Tianpeng, who was not yet angry, were also covered.

The rules of the Blue Dragon Society: "If you don't succeed, you have to die." ”

These people are now clearly outcasts.

But in half an instant, the poignant blood flowers had exploded on their bodies, full of holes, and countless sparks burst out on the ground, and the original blue and black stone slabs were densely covered with nailed hidden weapons in the blink of an eye.

And what about Li Dui?

But seeing that although the secret weapon was in a hurry, it was not as urgent as his body technique, and even more so than his sword technique.

Li Ducicada suddenly took a strange and mysterious step under his feet, and his figure seemed to move left and right, but he didn't know if it was because the light shadow was dim and the color of the fire was unknown, but he suddenly brought out several dreamlike phantoms, and with a light step, he pointed out a few shallow ripples in the rain.

The hidden weapons behind him poured down like a storm, and they couldn't keep up with him.

The children of the "Green Dragon Society", who were originally full of fierceness and eager to try, all changed color and lost their voices when they saw this situation.

The smoke and rain on the long street, Li Ducian has a horizontal knife in his hand, and his bloody clothes are fluttering.

His steps slowly seemed soothing, but before each step fell, his shoulders shook slightly, and there were many phantoms around him, difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, which was both elegant, and became evil in the bloody and sky-high evil wind, with the yin and dark eyes like ghostfire, like a ghost and a ghost, impermanence transit.

It wasn't until the gusts of evil wind hit their faces that everyone was excited, and they felt that a flower in front of them and a figure had suddenly squeezed in, and they were frightened, and they gritted their teeth and shot out.

For a moment, the sword was raised, and the sword was swung, but under the sword, all of them were in vain, and the figure moved and turned, as if walking leisurely, flying between them, and finally came to the scabbard.

The green mangs returned to the sheath, and the paper umbrella was opened again.

"I've made a note of today's events, and we'll be there for a long time."

Leaving a sentence, Li Ducian carried the knife on his shoulder, and he was already holding an umbrella and leaving.

On the long street, more than a dozen people who saw the road blocking the road were all shocked and inexplicable, and looked at each other, but they immediately realized that something was wrong, and they opened their mouths to exhale urgently, but as soon as their breath moved, a cloud of red blood mist suddenly erupted from their necks, and they immediately fell straight up.

……

And at the end of the long street, on the upper floor of a teahouse, there are several figures standing, quietly watching this scene through the bead-like rain line in front of them.

"I don't know if I don't try, I'm shocked when I try, this nest ...... When did Li Gongzi learn such a powerful light skill? ”

The woman who spoke was as round as a ball, chewing a broken sword, with a mouth full of rotten teeth like nails, and her face full of flesh folds was full of solemnity and shock, it was Mother Liu.

"He seems to have spotted us...... It's getting more and more incomprehensible. ”

The woman who spoke seemed to be full of tenderness, and her phoenix eyes were foggy, but the thin and delicate body in the wind and rain had absolutely no sense of weakness, but she simply stood with her hands in her hands, and there was an invisible sense of oppression.

"I'm getting more and more fascinated by him, it seems ordinary, but there seems to be an endless mystery hidden inside, and it always surprises people. A person who is obedient can actually win life from the danger, fight for the odds of victory, and turn the situation around; Obviously, he is the one who is the most unlikely to survive every time, but the result is always unexpected. ”

This person is naturally Shangguan Xiaoxian.

In addition to these two people, there was another person standing alone at the other end under the eaves; The bruises on his cheeks had long since dissipated, and the wide green robe was blowing in the wind, and his expression was very calm, as if he had changed into a different person.

It was the second young master of the Divine Sword Villa, Xie Longteng.

And under the teahouse, the corpses of many Xie children were already lying down, and the middle-aged beauty who rescued him was also lost for a long time.

Xie Longteng wiped the long sword in his hand and said calmly: "Then Shangguan Gang Master should be careful." When you are obsessed with something, the side you see may be deliberately revealed to you, and under this disguise, there may be a bottomless quagmire, and by the time you react, you have already fallen into it and cannot extricate yourself...... In other words, who is he the leader of the Shangguan gang? ”

When Shangguan Xiaoxian heard this question, his cheeks showed a strange flush, and there seemed to be water vapor in his eyes, and he said softly and shyly: "He is my man!" ”