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The cold wind blows the water, and the fallen leaves are full of skin.

Straight late autumn, the beginning of winter, the cold wind is cold and the dead leaves are all over the ground, the sunset is infinitely red, and the sky is full of joy and frost.

In a simple tea shed outside Pinan City, Li Qingfeng drank several pots of rough tea, picked a trace of bamboo chopsticks, and cleaned his teeth full of baked cake residues.

It was getting late, Li Qingfeng threw down a snow-white silver ingot, and walked into Pinan in a green coat, and the cold wind rolled up pieces of flying gold leaves behind him.

At the moment when the scorching sun relaxed, the looming starry sky climbed out early, and there was wind if there was no rain tomorrow!

In the city of Pinan, the Spring Festival is far away, and the luxurious ancient mansion is lit up early, the lights are bright, the guests are full, and the back kitchen is in full swing.

As the real leader of the Lianghuai River Basin, Long Fei is wearing a red robe, a jade and gold belt around his waist, and tiger skin boots... Today is not only his fiftieth birthday, but also the beginning of the Flying Dragon Gang's imminent transformation into dragons.

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At nightfall, a black sedan chair entered Pinan City.

The sedan chair is a large sedan chair, and the sedan chair man is the most powerful personal eight guards of the Flying Dragon Gang leader Long Fei - the Eight Guards of the Flying Dragon, and the strength of the Nine Sections of the Heavenly Realm.

The one who opened the way in front was actually the left and right protectors of the Flying Dragon Gang, known as the black wind and white clouds of black and white impermanence, and the second stage of the innate realm of strength.

The street was empty, and Long Fei, the leader of the Flying Dragon Gang, had already passed down the order, and there could not be an idle person on the route of the sedan chair, otherwise it would be killed.

In Pinan City, Long Fei's is undoubtedly the Emperor of the Earth, what he said is the Holy Decree, Long Fei sneezed, Pinan City was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Long Fei stomped his feet, and Pinan City was probably about to turn the world upside down.

Everyone knows that Pinan is the headquarters of the famous and prosperous Flying Dragon Gang in the Xiaoshui and Weihe River valleys.

The person in the sedan chair gently lifted the silk curtain of the small window on the sedan chair, looking at the ancient street of Pinan shrouded in night, and a few pieces of withered yellow fallen leaves were fluttering in the wind. He frowned slightly, his face full of melancholy.

I don't know if the fallen leaves in early winter touched his wandering feelings, or did the ancient streets of Pinan lead him to a faint nostalgia?

The person in the sedan chair is the target of the Tsing Yi people - the eight-sided exquisite Fu Qingsong, the second person in the Flying Dragon Gang after the gang leader Long Fei, and he is powerless.

The sedan chair walked steadily on the long street.

The Flying Dragon Eight Guards can be called first-class masters in the two river basins, and after many years of fighting side by side, these eight people have the same heart, and their actions tend to retreat as one person, and no one under the third stage of the innate realm can defeat these eight people together.

Fu Qingsong sat in the sedan chair and could hardly feel the movement of the sedan chair.

These eight palanquin bearers are undoubtedly very terrible people. However, with eight such sedan chair drivers, how terrible should Long Fei be? The sedan chair suddenly stopped.

Ten zhang away from the bridge of the small river stands a cyan figure, in the night mist like a black stone tablet, quietly motionless, let the rapid cold wind stir the hat that covers the face, but how can you not see the true face of Lushan.

Feilong Bawei put down the sedan chair lightly and didn't move half a step.

Long Gan, the eldest of the eight guards, turned around and waved to the people in the sedan chair and said, "Mr. Fu, there may be a wild dog in front, wait for the little ones to clean it up and then set off, so as not to disturb Mr." ”

The flying dragon and eight guards did not move, but the black and white impermanence that opened the road in front did not stop, the short and fat black wind and the thin white cloud were dressed in black and white robes, each carrying a lantern in their hands, but the black wind was on his left hand, and Bai Yun was on his right hand. The lantern has the large vermilion character "Flying Dragon" on it, which is particularly distinct.

The man in Tsing Yi was still motionless.

Black Wind and White Cloud's footsteps always maintained the same rhythm, but when they were nearly two feet away from the man in black, Black Wind was to the left, and White Cloud was to the right, and the two of them made a small cross, which was the signal that the two were going to attack.

From a distance, the figures of the black wind and the white clouds looked like they had just come out of hell.

Black Wind's "Tiger and Crane Twin Form" and Bai Yun's "Ghost Shadow Demon Hand" are both long-established stunts, and they have experienced a hundred battles since their debut, and they are rare.

The Eight Guards looked at the man in black like a lamb lying on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.

Black and white impermanence stops. The state of the two of them has been adjusted to the peak, and the murderous aura almost envelops the entire long street.

The man in black who stood moved, and he walked forward step by step, steady and calm.

Compared with the black and white impermanence of mechanical and monotonous steps, he seems extremely casual, his body is like a breeze blowing willows, and he seems to be completely unaware of the killing in front of him.

If it weren't for the wrong place at the wrong time, blocking the way of the crowd, it would be like a person with good manners, wandering lazily in his back garden.

Forty steps, twenty steps, ten steps, the man in black has entered the best attack circle of black and white impermanence.

The Flying Dragon Eight Guards, who were accustomed to seeing black and white impermanence's shots, all held their breath and waited intently for the thunderous joint strike of black and white impermanence!

The two sides have long been separated, and the people in Tsing Yi are unaware of the murderous spirit, but instead walk more leisurely and quietly. When he walked next to the black and white impermanence, he patted the two of them on the shoulder as if he had no timelessness, as if he had met an old friend on the street.

The man in black walked between the two casually, with a smile on his face, and his eyes were far away at Fu Qingsong in the sedan chair.

Just listen to the sound of "whoosh", and the black and white impermanence lantern is extinguished at the same time.

There was no chance to make a move, the faces of the Flying Dragon Eight Guards changed, and the sixteen eyes didn't see how the black and white impermanence caught the other party's Dao.

The Wyvern Eight Guards moved.

Eight swift and incoherent figures are vertically and horizontally, respectively from the eight directions of Qian, Kun, Li, Kan, Gen, Dui, Xun, and Zhen to pounce on the man in black.

The man in black did not stop walking, and walked forward in the shadow of the palm of the fist mountain.

"Tianlong Hand" Long Qian's palm "suddenly" hit the left wrist of the Tsing Yi man, and the Tsing Yi man turned sideways and directly received the thunderous blow with his back.

Only the sound of "popping" was heard, and countless fists slammed on the black and green people. The figure of the man in Tsing Yi is like a small boat in the unbridled ocean, jolting and rocking, but still not changing the direction of progress.

The target of the Tsing Yi people is only Fu Qingsong.

The Flying Dragon Eight Guards also realized this, the blue-faced killer who had been solved by black and white impermanence before, plus the second Qingyun Order that he had just received two days ago, Fu Qingsong already had three Qingyun Orders on his body.

Knowing that they met the top masters, they each played their kung fu to the extreme, and they cooperated seamlessly, and the fist wind palm shadow was mixed with shouting.

After all, if Mr. Fu makes the slightest mistake, everyone will not see the sun rising tomorrow.

The Wyvern's attack didn't seem to miss, but it didn't quite hit it all at once.

The figure of the man in Tsing Yi was like a swimming fish, and he had arrived in front of the sedan door, "Hey, hello!" and took away the three tokens on Fu Qingsong's body.

Turning back and slapping the first way of the "Cloud Palm" - "Angry Waves and Dragons", the flying dragon eight guards lined up in a row were frozen on the long street of Xiao Se, but the killer skill "A Dragon of Flowing Clouds" was never able to be used.

The meridians of the eight people were broken, their livers and gallbladders were broken, their eyes dissipated, and their consciousness slowly moved away from this beautiful world of flowers.

At the last moment of leaving this world, the "Heavenly Dragon Hand" Long Qian seemed to hear the words "Dark Arrow Hu Ying", and black blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

Through the light of the car door, the words "dark arrow Hu Ying" were transmitted, and Fu Qingsong, who was sitting in the sedan car, was lifeless.