It was Lu Fengxian who spoke.

In the restaurant named "Mantangchun" on the side, I suddenly saw a handsome man with red lips and white teeth stepping out, with a luxurious appearance, and many maids beside him, all of them were white and beautiful, and their posture and temperament had their own merits, and they were holding incense in their hands, or holding a lamp, or holding a sword, or serving wine, and the momentum of the limelight was the same.

As soon as this group of people came out, the men were envious and the women were jealous.

The man's jade crown is tied with hair, wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak, wearing a brocade robe, just the pearl jade ornament on the waist is worth a thousand gold, and the dress is not only the fabric nor the weaver is also the best in the market, it is very elegant, and you can know that it is not rich or expensive at a glance.

He could recognize at a glance the palm technique performed by Li Ducian, a pair of Danfeng eyes opened first and then squinted, his eyes were burning, and there was even more indescribable jealousy in his eyes, and he said word by word: "Heavenly Buddha descends to the clutches of the devil!" ”

These peerless martial arts that caused the world hundreds of years ago have reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

"Look!"

The crowd exclaimed.

On the long street, the two sides have fought to the point of life and death.

Lu Fengxian saw a heavy palm shadow appear under the black robe, and the horror in his eyes turned into ruthless and resolute in an instant, and he rushed forward with his right hand, and stretched out three fingers like lightning, the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand.

In an instant, all the colors in his hands seemed to converge on the three fingers at this moment, and a touch of demonic ochre burst out, full of qi and blood, like blood, as if he had accumulated all his essence and spirit, and gambled everything.

Lu Fengxian no longer cares about any palm shadow, let alone life and death, he is crazy, in the past, he even lost the courage and confidence to make a move in the face of Shangguan Jinhong, just because of Lin Xian'er's woman, now he is broken and stands, in the face of these rising stars, how can he be defeated again.

"Die!"

In an instant, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have disappeared, and he felt that he was back to the time when he was full of vigor and pride, and he had become young and returned to his heyday.

Then he was defeated.

That's right, defeated.

The black robe suddenly rolled up in the wind, as if to volley him in the air.

Lu Fengxian didn't care, because he had seen blood under his fingers, and the killing move had been hit.

But when he saw the man he had killed, his pupils contracted rapidly, and his eyes froze.

Because he killed an old man with white hair and a silver beard, his face full of pain, a finger pierced through his throat, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

The bearer of the Amorous Ring.

This move was really earth-shattering, the old man's throat bone was shattered, and even the amorous Huan Shicai let out an overwhelmed moan, almost being pierced, concave three shocking finger pits, and flew away.

And the person who was supposed to be killed was pinching the back of the old man's neck, his eyes full of coldness, and mockery.

But Lu Fengxian didn't have time to react, and he didn't have a chance to speak.

A heavy palm, straight to the heavenly spirit.

Li Duciao's body was full of yin and wind, and the evil spirit was soaring, and he turned Lu Fengxian with one palm, and grabbed the holder of the "amorous ring" with one hand, and as soon as he sent his palm, the two figures had turned out.

He stretched out his hand to grasp it again, and the ink robe that was floating in the air was wrapped around his body again, and the fierce upper body, on the outline of the bare muscles and flesh, had already been densely covered with countless criss-crossing sword wounds, narrow and dense, exuding a shuddering and fierce masculine aura, and everyone who watched it gasped and their scalps were numb.

If Xie Wangsun, the owner of the "Divine Sword Villa", was here, he was afraid that he would also be shocked, because the sword wounds on Li Duciao's body were by no means less than the wounds on Xie Longteng's corpse, and there were more.

In those unknown three years, in that dark and dead room, where there was no light of day, Li Ducian had already fought with him for dozens and hundreds of days and nights, and there were no less than a hundred broken swords, and no one knew how much blood and sweat he had shed to get to this point.

Moreover, there were a few times when he even almost died under Xie Longteng's sword.

In the end, Li Ducian simply untied Xie Longteng's shackles, and said that whoever went out alive would be the head of the seven dragons and the hall master.

In that dark room, he greedily and desperately absorbed all the experience of the enemy, even Xie Longteng's swordsmanship, skills, martial arts, and even all kinds of supernatural methods, and turned them into his own use.

Although Shangguan Xiaoxian has been dormant for many years, she still has the strong background of the "Money Gang", and there are top masters such as Jing Wuming who work hard for her; Xie Longteng is the same, the clan has almost hidden seventy percent of the world's sword spectrum, plus he has been pinned on high hopes since he was a child, and his talent is unusual, so he is destined to be extraordinary.

And Li Ducian has nothing.

Even if he has peerless martial arts, he is still bad after all.

Therefore, he can only sweat more and see more blood than others, so as to make up for the lack of starting point and catch up.

In the past three years, he has been longing for strength all the time, and he has even dreamed about swordsmanship, knife skills, and palm techniques, and has tried his best.

Until one day, Xie Longteng found that he could no longer defeat him...... So he begged to die.

With a wave of the black robe, Li Ducicada seemed to regain its gentle appearance like water and full of vitality.

He looked back at Lu Fengxian, who was standing with his back to him.

This man can still stand.

"It's a pity, you have wasted nearly twenty years of time, your youth is lost, although you have reappeared in the rivers and lakes, but the time is too short, I think you haven't had time to recover to your peak...... You still haven't been able to come out after all, half a hundred years old, but the spirit is still there, fall down. ”

Lu Fengxian's stiff body shook suddenly, and he immediately raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, falling straight to the ground.

"Ahem...... "Ahem" Li Ducian suddenly coughed lightly twice, and turned his head to look at the "Overlord Gun" whose face was as pale as paper, "Well, it seems that you can't take my life." ”

Li Ducian and Lu Feng fought first, but he didn't react, he only felt a flower in front of him, and a figure moved sideways, and the holder of the "amorous ring" was already under the control of others and was sent to the iron finger.

It's too fast.

This weird and vulgar light skill alone may be able to laugh in all directions.

The long street is silent.

A group of people were silent, all silent, but their hands and feet were shaking.

This person obviously practices the secret of the authentic martial arts, but there is no trace of peace and righteousness in his body, but it is powerful and evil, and even the palm method seems to have changed its taste, which is what is the "Heavenly Buddha descending from the clutches of the devil", which is clearly an evil Buddha and an impermanence.

Looking at Li Dui, the young man in the power suit holding the "Overlord Gun" had gritted his teeth and stabilized his cold right hand.

Li Ducian dusted off the dust on his body and said casually: "It's a pity that the seven weapons of the year had their own merits, and the wielders were all brilliant and talented wizards, but now a few of you have become eagle dogs who work for the 'Blue Dragon Society'." ”

The young man was mediocre, with a black forehead band on his head, and he was wearing ordinary, sackcloth shoes, thirty in appearance, and his eyes were cloudy, as if he was struggling whether to make a move.

Li Ducian smiled: "You have already been defeated." ”

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head again, glanced at the handsome man who had broken through the "Heavenly Buddha Descending the Clutches" with a smile, turned around and walked to the blacksmith shop, leading the peacock and Ye'er, as well as the Paradise Girl to disappear into the night.

The young man with the gun was both ashamed and angry, but seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his back was wet with a layer of cold sweat, and then let out an unwilling roar.

"Collect the body!"

Suddenly, Li Dui's voice floated in the wind, and along with it, there were silver tickets, mixed with fallen leaves, rolling in the air.

In the exclamations one after another, those people in the rivers and lakes who were still in shock all widened their eyes, you look at me, I look at you, and then one by one they pounced or skimmed, or jumped or ran, bees crowded on the long street, stretched out their hands to compete for those silver tickets, and the head of the fight broke the blood.

"Mine, it's mine!"

"Haha, three thousand taels!"

"Rich! Get rich! ”

……

……

Also on this night, Dali Diancang faction, a bloody and cruel battle can come to an end.

One of the "Seven Great Sword Sects", which has been famous for a long time on the rivers and lakes, has now been reduced to a ruin, with corpses lying everywhere and full of devastation.

The head of the sect, Long Xuandao, held the broken sword in his hand, his hair was scattered, and he looked at the demon sect members in front of him covered in blood, and then looked at the disciples and elders in the same place, the only remaining single eye was both tears and blood, and it bloomed even more monstrous and cold, and the remnant sword also had a sword glow, pointing directly at a figure behind the demons.

This person was neither the Great Elder nor the other three elders, but a burly and tall figure, majestic to the extreme, with only one back, and like a demon shadow.

But it was this back that not only killed the three elders of Diancang with one sword, but also cut off the sword of the head of Diancang that had been passed down from generation to generation, and even destroyed one of his eyes.

"Evil, death!"

Long Xuandao's eyes were wide open, and he hissed and howled, like a cuckoo crying blood.

These hundreds of years of foundation have been burned down, and what face does he have to face the heads of the past generations, sacrificing his life and forgetting to die.

He flew sideways, and he didn't know whether to use a human sword or a sword to control people, and the whole person seemed to turn into a peerless divine blade, hitting the back directly.

No one hindered him.

In fact, there weren't many Demon Sect members who had swept the formation, but seven, seven people, and less than two teas had almost slaughtered the Diancang faction.

But suddenly, Long Xuan suddenly saw a knife light in his eyes, an indescribable knife light, unbelievable, like a round of crooked moon, a shallow green moon, just a moment in the sky, it has the power of shock, the ability to frighten ghosts.

The flame of hatred and anger in Long Xuan's eyes suddenly went out at this moment, and his vitality also dimmed at this moment.

His flying body suddenly saw a line of blood running through his body from the center of his eyebrows, and the sword in his hand was also split in half, and the remaining momentum was unabated, and he fell into the night.

"Sect Master, do you need to summon the Great Elders?" Suddenly, a Demon Sect member asked respectfully.

A deep and majestic voice sounded: "No need, go to the Central Plains first!" ”

(End of chapter)