"I'm fine. ”

Guo Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, desperately suppressing the restless qi and blood in his body, and at the same time comforting his peers.

As a traverser who has lived a lifetime, although there are many filths in the Tiger Gate, he can still handle the relationship between the same door with ease.

Regardless of the grievances of the previous generation, most of the younger brothers and sisters have no hostility towards him.

The concern at this time is also unfounded.

The fourth uncle, Fang Keye, was good at medical skills, stepped forward and pressed Guo Fan's pulse with one hand, and slowly withdrew his hand after a while.

"The external injury is not light, but fortunately, it didn't hurt the internal organs much, and my life is fine, just recuperate for a while. ”

He spoke slowly, but there was no joy on his face.

Guo Fan won and killed Zhao Cang, the Wind Swordsman, although it was a good thing, it couldn't change the overall situation.

This time the dispute between the two factions vows to live and die, and what really plays a decisive role is the competition of the older generation.

The victory or defeat of the younger generation is just a hot field!

Guo Fan was silent.

The corner of his eye swept to one side.

There, more than a dozen corpses lay silently on the cold ground, covered in white cloths.

These are all disciples of the Tiger Gate.

Not long ago, they were still alive, and two of them had a very good relationship with Guo Fan.

Right now......

Everything is empty!

Of course, the people on the other side of the Blastwind Hall were not much better, and the younger generation also suffered heavy casualties.

Zhao Cang, who died in his hands, couldn't even piece the body together.

The original reason why the two major forces have come to this point is that the original cause is only a small contradiction.

It's ridiculous to think about it!

With a secret sigh in his heart, Guo Fan closed his eyes and breathed silently.

No matter how things change, only by maintaining their own strength can they not be too passive.

............

Head in the ring.

"I can't think of it. ”

Zheng Yin, the guest secretary of the county government, sighed with emotion and said, "This Guo Fan actually has a top hard skill in refining the body. ”

"Pavilion Master Huang. ”

Xiao Bozhong chuckled lightly and looked at the owner of the Sifang Martial Arts Hall: "I'm afraid you already knew, right?"

"I do know that Guo Fan has hard skills. ”

Pavilion Master Huang first nodded, and then shook his head gently: "But I didn't expect that his hard skills would be so strong!"

The martial arts in the refining stage are limited in strength and strength.

can resist Zhao Cang's knife with internal strength, this hard skill is definitely the top in the body refining stage!

Wushengmen Zhou Tong rolled his eyes and said: "I heard that Sun Xie got a remnant of martial arts by chance, I'm afraid it's this hard skill." ”

Sun Jieliang in his mouth is Guo Fan's master, and he was also a legend in the county back then.

At the same time, he is also the elder brother and former head of the previous generation of Tiger Gate.

"Not bad. ”

Pavilion Master Huang nodded, but he didn't hide it: "Brother Sun's residual score is indeed a hard skill. ”

"But it's a pity that this martial art is too flawed, but it hurts Guo Fan and makes him unable to breed internal strength for a long time. ”

Hearing this, the light in the eyes of several other people suddenly converged.

They can't breed internal force, no matter how strong the refining body is, it will not be of much use to them.

The martial arts of the world are based on refining the body.

After refining and refining the qi, the internal force is cultivated in the body, and then the internal force penetrates the twelve canons and the eight veins of the Qi Jing and gradually grows, until the two veins of Rendu are opened to achieve the innate and even the existence above the congenital.

At every step, there is a huge difference in strength.

No matter how Guo Fan's hard skills are said, they are just a physical refining martial art, and they can't be put on the stage.

And it also hinders cultivation, like chicken ribs.

As for the tragic scene of two people dying and seriously injured, they have seen a lot, and they don't care about it anymore.

"Tiger Gate, Li E. ”

"Swift Wind Hall, Wang Mukun. ”

"Please!"

In the middle of the field, two more people jumped into the ring.

This time it was a man and a woman, both in their thirties, their youth was absent, and their faces were weathered.

They have a calm breath and full of strength on their bodies, and they are obviously the masters of the previous generation of the two major forces, and they all have internal strength.

"Jiao Yuhu Li E, sick gun king Mukun. ”

Zhou Tong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed in his voice: "These two still had some emotional entanglements when they were young, and they didn't expect to fight for life and death today." ”

"The world has always been a little bit out of people!"

Xiao Bozhong shook his head and looked at the stage intently.

The older generation of the two major forces, the weakest one, also opened up half of the twelve canons.

Even for them, they can't be underestimated.

"Two. ”

The white-haired old man in the ring retreated slightly, and said, "Regardless of life and death in this battle, if you regret it, it's still too late." ”

"No need!"

Jiaoyu Tiger Li E shook her head lightly, flipped it with one hand, and a cold light flickering Yanxiang knife was already in her palm.

Her eyes were cold, and she took a steady stride, staring directly at her opponent.

"Let's get started!"

Sick gun Wang Mukun carried the gun behind his back with one hand, put the other hand in front of his lips and coughed lightly, and slowly shook his head when he heard the words.

"Old Qian, there is no need to persuade again. ”

"Hey!"

The old man sighed and waved his sleeves.

"In that case, you two, please take action. ”

"Huh!"

Before his voice fell, the cold light in the field was already visible.

The sword light swept across the promised land, castrating like thunder and lightning, how fast was it twice as fast as the wind swordsman just now?

"Peng!"

A muffled sound came.

But Wang Mukun's feet sank suddenly.

After thousands of tamping, the ring ground that is harder than the mountain rocks has an extra pair of footprints in an instant.

Then a spear shot out like a dragon, red like blood, straight and accurate on the sword.

"Ding......

The melodious sound of collision has not stopped, and Jiao Yuhu has turned into an afterimage and pounced on the other party.

One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous.

She knew very well that if she could get close to the other party and fight within half a zhang, she would be able to gain the upper hand.

How......

"Ahem!"

The light cough was not loud, but it was still difficult to hide the shadow of the knife and gun.

The sick spear king Mu Kun's face was blue, and blood suddenly oozed from the corner of his mouth, and then the speed of the spear in his palm increased suddenly.

Fast, but only two percent.

However, compared with the masters, when the gap between them is not large, it is extremely obvious that they are one point stronger.

What's more, it's two percent?

"Huh!"

The spear is like a dragon out of a hole, piercing the void and making a sharp roar, and the red tassels bloom like red lotuses.

Three shots, the sword light disintegrated.

After three more shots, Jiao Yuhu staggered backwards, and the Yanxiang knife in his hand trembled lightly.

The last shot.

The spear went straight into the heart, piercing through the delicate body, revealing a blood-stained blade that was a foot long behind the back.

The blade of the gun trembled, spilling drops of blood.

"Poof!"

The spear was recycled, Jiao Yuhu was powerless to hang to the ground, and the eyes that were still flashing just now were completely dim and lifeless.

All of this happened between lightning and flint.

It was only at this point that the audience came back to their senses.

"E'er!"

Inside the Tiger Gate, a person hissed and roared, his voice was sad and angry, and then the strong wind swept wildly, and a strong man had already pounced on the ring.

"The surname is Lu, you want to take advantage of people's danger?"

Not to be outdone, the Wind Hall jumped into the ring with a sword and stopped in front of the strong man.

"Let me see how you tiger moves!"

"Kill!"

The strong man had already red eyes at this time, and with a tiger roar, he threw himself at the other party regardless of holding the knife.

In an instant, the sword light and sword shadow flickered, the gold and iron exchanged blows endlessly, and the range of energy escape was wide, up to several zhang.

"Wang Mukun was ruthless enough, I thought he would be merciful. ”

Pavilion Master Huang shook his head and looked at Zhou Tong, the master of the Wusheng Gate: "The method of exploding the body that he just now, the Master of the Zhou Sect should understand, right?"

Just now, the strength and speed of the sick tiger king Mu Kun increased sharply, obviously inspiring some kind of body explosion method.

"A little bit of it. ”

Zhou Tong nodded: "This exercise seems to have another inheritance, but it is similar to other similar methods, every time you use it, it will consume a lot of essence and damage your foundation. Otherwise, with his talent, he would not have only opened six or seven meridians so far. ”

Xiao Bozhong said: "Although there are some flaws, but the few shots just now, I am afraid that it is not easy for people who have all opened the twelve canons, and it is not easy to resist." ”

Hearing this, several people nodded slightly.

But for them, that's it.

At their level, who doesn't have a few tricks to press the bottom of the box?

Unless the difference in strength is too great, it is common for the weak to defeat the strong.

As he spoke, there was another change in the ring.

"Die!"

Jiao Yuhu's husband, Panshan Tiger Lu Ping, fought with a sword in his leg and killed his opponent on the spot.

Two knives and three sections!

Because of venting his anger, he attacked extremely ruthlessly, and the intestines and internal organs that flowed out of his opponent were sprinkled all over the ring in disorder.

Coupled with the blood that was too late to be cleaned, at a glance, this ring looks like a slaughterhouse.

And Lu Ping, the Panshan Tiger with a big knife in his hand and an already strong body, is the butcher covered in blood!

"Okay, you Lupin!"

Offstage, there was a low roar from the crowd in the Wind Hall, and his figure jumped up, holding two swords and slashing cross.

"I'm here to learn and learn!"

By now, the two parties have become on the same footing, and there is no longer a need for others to preside, so some people take the initiative to fight.

Several elders looked solemn, but they didn't say anything to stop them.

It's useless to stop it, and it's useless to be afraid.

This situation is also expected, as long as there is no uncontrolled scuffle, they will not strike.

After a while, two more corpses were lying on their backs in the ring.

Fight like Kilkenny cats!

And the two forces that killed the bloody nature naturally did not stop, and some people jumped into the ring on their own.

"Storm Hall Sun is evil, who is on the field?"

"Tiger Gate Pang Kun, please advise!"

"Die!"

"Kill!"

Roaring, full of murderous intent.

When Guo Fan recovered from pranayama and opened his eyes, there were already three more corpses on his side not far away.

On the stage, the fight is in full swing.

He looked around the audience, and his already pale face became darker and darker.

Compared with the indistinguishable people of the younger generation, the older generation of the Tiger Gate is obviously inferior to the other party.

It's not just the strength, it's the manpower!

Even if it is a wheel battle, the first to consume the masters must be their Tiger Gate.

It's obvious.

"Ke Ye. ”

Yang Fengfu, the master of the Tiger Gate, jumped into the ring lightly and pressed Fang Keye, who wanted to do it, with one hand.

"You take your brother's corpse down, and I'll come. ”

"Senior brother?"

Meng Keye's eyes widened.

The owner of the door, Yang Fengfu, is the hole card of the Tiger Gate, and at this time, isn't it taking the initiative to show weakness?

"Go down!"

Yang Fengfu's eyes sank, and he shook his sleeves and threw Meng Keye off the ring.

Then he leaned slightly to the side, looking directly at a man in the middle of the Wind Hall.

"Brother Kong. ”

He stood with his hands in his hands and said coldly: "Why waste so much time, you and I might as well do it directly, how about it?"