Shen Wentian, who was extremely angry, shot the first of the Eight Desolation Iron Palm Skills, the iron palm pioneered, and the head was split with one palm. How much hope Shen Wentian had for him when he passed on the Eight Desolation Iron Palm Skills to his junior disciples, how disappointed he was at this time. He thought that this silent and always stood behind him and firmly supported his junior brother was a gift from God to him, but he didn't expect that in the end, this closest junior brother was the biggest enemy in his life, which was really a great irony.

Li Xinling knew that the Eight Desolations Iron Palm Skill was hugely powerful, so he didn't take it hard, but dodged it, circled around Shen Wentian, occasionally made a move, and even if he retreated, he just wandered around Shen Wentian. Li Xinling's figure is erratic, like a ghost, showing extremely strong light skills, but his light skills are something that Shen Wentian has never seen. Li Xinling also practiced the Eight Desolation Iron Palm Technique, knowing that the power of this exercise was huge, but he also knew its weakness, that is, it was extremely strong, which led to a huge consumption of qi and was difficult to last.

Li Xinling knew very well in his heart that at this time, he was surrounded by strong enemies, but his reinforcements had not come for a long time, he didn't want to and couldn't do his best at this time, otherwise if he missed, he would have to die here. He had already calculated in his heart, once he broke out of the encirclement, he would go straight to the branch halls of each province, and if he could pull away a few branch masters, he would pull away a few branch masters. With his ability to believe in Ling, as long as he pulls away a group of backbone elites, he can create a new Falling Rain Pavilion in a very short period of time.

Shen Wentian, who was dressed in a green shirt, had fluttering sleeves, and the fog was steaming on his head, obviously he had tried his best to attack Li Xinling, Shen Wentian only attacked but could not defend, and he was full of murder, he just hated to smash Li Xinling's head with one palm, Li Xinling was also anxious in his heart, for fear that Tang Jiusheng and others would rush up and attack, he didn't want to be beaten to death here like a dead dog, he still had a good life to enjoy.

Shen Wentian's offensive became more and more fierce, and his erect qi was like a tidal ebb and flow, one wave had just flattened, and one wave had risen, if it weren't for Li Xinling's ability to escape with his light skills a few times, I am afraid that he would have been injured in Shen Wentian's palm at this moment. Rao is like this, Li Xinling's figure is also like a flat boat in the sea, fluttering in Shen Wentian's strong palm wind, as if there is a danger of capsizing at any time.

Li Xinling was secretly frightened, he didn't expect that his senior brother's Eight Desolation Iron Palm Skills could reach such a state, although he also practiced the Eight Desolation Iron Palm Skills, but he asked himself, his kung fu was not only slightly inferior to his senior brother, but also slightly inferior. Li Xinling is even more murderous, such a senior brother can't stay, otherwise he will definitely be a big trouble one day. Although Shen Wentian was calculated by Li Xinling before, it was just Shen Wentian's carelessness, and he believed in his junior brother and Lu Lianyue too much.

Tang Jiusheng and the others who were watching were also very surprised, they all felt that Shen Wentian's qi was long and abundant, just like the water of a great river in spring, endless, without showing the slightest fatigue, it was hard to imagine that this was an old man who was sixty years old, and his opponent was his junior brother in the prime of life. His junior brother was forced by him to be unable to do anything, so he could only keep wandering and dodging. Sure enough, he is worthy of being the head of the world's number one killer organization, and he has the ability.

Tang Jiu watched intently as Shen Wentian slashed at Li Xinling, only this kind of life-and-death move could be more meaningful. He has always been good at stealing the other party's moves when fighting with others, and now he has a ready-made opportunity for himself to learn from, and he doesn't have to play with his own life, how can Tang Jiusheng let go of this rare opportunity? Tang Jiusheng was so fascinated that even Cheng Zifei woke up the fat man, and Xiahou Lingyu didn't see the matter of greeting the big fat girl Du Qingling in the past.

Li Xinling was finally forced by Shen Wentian, the senior brother's moves were all painful killers, he couldn't hide anymore, and the already tattered linen clothes on his body had been torn apart by Shen Wentian's qi, living like a beggar. Li Xinling was anxious, and suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the courtyard, it seemed that many people ran over, and then Li Xinling heard someone shouting: "Hurry up, hurry up, go in, the deputy pavilion master is inside and someone is doing it!"

Afterwards, everyone saw Li Xinling's chief steward, Lord Qiu, and the second protector, You Zhengwei, with more than ten black-clothed warriors carrying bronze swords, breaking into the courtyard of the main mansion of Fengwu Garden. The men and horses of the guards and Dongwei who were watching the bustle in the courtyard immediately retreated in unison, leaving them a passage to go inside, and at the end of the passage was Shen Wentian and Li Xinling, who were fighting frantically. It seems that Xiaowei and Dongwei have made up their minds not to participate in this infighting in the Falling Rain Pavilion.

Seeing that Li Xinling's situation was critical, Lord Qiu had already been forced by Shen Wentian to dodge left and right, and immediately shook off the dust and shouted, "Quick, go over and help the deputy pavilion master!" More than a dozen black-clothed warriors agreed, and rushed up with bronze swords in their hands. Shui Ruyue and Shen Xiaoyu looked at Tang Jiusheng together, and they both asked him for help with their eyes, wanting Xiao Wei's men and horses to rush up to stop those black-clothed warriors, but they didn't think that Tang Jiusheng shook his head and disagreed with Xiao Wei's participation in the fight now.

Seeing that Tang Jiusheng insisted on refusing to save his father, Shen Xiaoyu was very angry, and wanted to rush up to help, but was grabbed by Tang Jiusheng, Tang Jiusheng said softly: "Your father is so brave, not to mention the past dozen or so warriors, even if there are fifty more warriors, they can't take any advantage, your father has his thoughts, don't spoil your father's good deeds!" Shen Xiaoyu struggled for a long time, but he really couldn't break free of Tang Jiusheng's hand, he stomped his foot angrily, took the opportunity to lower his head, and bit Tang Jiusheng's hand hard, Tang Jiusheng shook in pain, but hugged it tighter.

Lord Qiu, who brought people over to "rescue", is Li Xinling's hardcore confidant, he can be said to be loyal to Li Xinling, but he is not interested in Shen Wentian, and even criticizes Shen Wentian behind his back, sneering at him, Lord Qiu has laughed at Shen Wentian many times, he only knows how to kill people to make money, but he has no ambition and is not in the world. Lord Qiu admires Li Xinling quite a lot, and has always thought that men should be as ambitious and ambitious as their deputy pavilion master, and that is called a real man.

Shen Wentian saw that Li Xinling had come to help, and became more and more angry, a pair of fleshy palms with cyan qi on the backing, lined with a green shirt, quite dusty, Shen Wentian suddenly turned around, and a few rabbits smashed the heads of six or seven black-clothed warriors with iron palms. After a while, with Shen Wentian as the center, there were seven or eight black-clothed warriors lying on the ground, and one by one, their brains burst out, and the remaining eight or nine black-clothed warriors had fearful faces, and they didn't dare to step forward again, just bluffing and shouting, and no one dared to step forward.

Seeing that the number of black-clothed warriors was so small, Li Xinling couldn't help but say angrily: "Lord Qiu, at this critical moment of life and death, why did you only bring these few people over?" Li Xinling was anxious, just such a small number of people, not enough for people to stuff their teeth, this Lord Qiu has been with him for so many years, he doesn't look like an unstable person, what's wrong today?

Master Qiu said loudly: "Deputy Pavilion Master Qiqi, his subordinates have surrounded this Fengwu Garden with hundreds of black-clothed warriors, and the Deputy Pavilion Master can rest assured, none of them can escape!" Li Xinling heard Lord Qiu say this, his heart relaxed a little, he was anxious just now, and he couldn't take care of anything, but now when he heard Lord Qiu say this, it seemed that he had suddenly returned to his soul.

Shen Wentian defeated seven or eight black-clothed warriors, all of whom were killed with one palm, and now whoever helps Li Xinling is his enemy, and he will never be merciful. Shen Wentian saw that the rest of the warriors were frightened by themselves, and none of them dared to step forward, so he turned around and came to Li Xinling, Li Xinling saw that there were reinforcements, and his heart was settled, so he rose up and took Shen Wentian directly, and his fist was Huo Huo, and he no longer left his strength. The brothers and sisters jumped up at the same time and slapped each other's chests with both palms.

The four palms collided with each other in the air, and there was a loud sound, like spring thunder blooming. The two of them each did a somersault in the air and fell back to the same place. Shen Wentian seemed to have a little worse internal strength, and after landing on the ground, he quietly took two steps back before he could barely stand firm, but when Shen Wentian was trying to stabilize his body, he inadvertently stepped on a bluestone slab under his feet, which was obviously caused by the internal force being slightly inferior to Li Xinling's and not controlling his strength. A trace of tiredness suddenly flashed in Shen Wentian's eyes, but it was fleeting. And all this did not escape Li Xinling's eyes.

Li Xinling was ecstatic, although this old guy fought hard, but at this time he already felt that he was a little powerless. Sure enough, the Eight Desolation Iron Palms consume extremely internal strength, and sure enough, the power is still working. Li Xinling finally began to take the initiative to attack, he picked up a long bronze sword from the hands of the dead black-clothed warrior, played with two sword flowers, then took the sword and rolled all the way towards Shen Wentian. Li Xinling rarely uses a sword, and only when he encounters a strong opponent, he will only use a sword, but as long as he uses a sword, it will inevitably hurt people, and there has been no exception for more than ten years.

Shen Wentian looked at the copper sword in Li Xinling's hand waving, the sword qi was like a frenzy, but he stood on the spot expressionlessly, allowing Li Xinling to roll into his arms with the sword qi. When the first wave of sword qi finally arrived in front of Shen Wentian, it was already less than a foot in front of Shen Wentian, Shen Wentian finally began to move, his feet slammed on the ground, and two deep pits were stepped out of the ground, and the person jumped up like a meteor, quickly got out of the coverage of the sword qi, and swept wildly into the air, as if he knew that he was invincible and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Li Xinling looked up at Shen Wentian who was speeding in mid-air, and said with a hideous face: "Want to go, it's not that easy!" Li Xinling rose from the ground, and the person followed the sword, stabbing Shen Wentian's heart, and a black streamer hit Shen Wentian. Unexpectedly, Shen Wentian suddenly fell back to the ground again, picked up a bronze sword dropped by a dead black-clothed warrior on the ground, and stirred up a few scenes of sword rain, the sword qi was horizontal, and all the remaining black-clothed warriors were killed under the sword. The chief manager Qiu and the second protector You Zhengwei were in a hurry, and it was not easy to avoid Shen Wentian's killing move.

Shen Wentian turned around, looked at Lord Qiu and the second protector You Zhengwei, and said gloomily: "All those who follow this traitor in this pavilion must die! If you don't want to die, put down your weapons and withdraw, I can not blame the past! Otherwise, I will be guilty of the same crime as this traitor!" Before Shen Wentian's words fell, Li Xinling had already swooped down in the air and stabbed a sword at the top of Shen Wentian's head. The copper sword in Shen Wentian's hand stabbed out diagonally, and the tips of the two copper swords hit each other like lightning, and Li Xinling took advantage of the situation to press down, wanting to kill Shen Wentian.

The tips of the two brothers were pressed tightly together, and Li Xinling held the sword in both hands, constantly urging the qi machine to increase the force, in a vain attempt to kill Shen Wentian in one fell swoop. Shen Wentian's face was solemn, he held the sword in his right hand, and he was on the same page with his junior brother, Shen Wentian neither dodged, nor refused to back down half a step, Li Xinling floated in the air, the man and the sword, and Shen Wentian's sword formed a word, word by word: "Senior brother, we are now fighting to the death, how about it?"

Shen Wentian was expressionless, and replied calmly: "It's not a life or death, it's you who die!"

Lord Qiu and the second protector You Zhengwei, who were watching from the sidelines, glanced at each other and nodded together, the two brothers were at a stalemate at this time, when would they wait if they didn't go up to help now? The two shouted, Lord Qiu picked up the dust, You Zhengwei held a long sword, and pounced together, killing Shen Wentian, who was fighting with Li Xinling and couldn't separate the sword. Shen Xiaoyu's anxious head was sweating, and she wanted to pounce on her father to help, but Tang Jiusheng tightly wrapped her waist and couldn't move half a step. Shen Xiaoyu kept hitting Tang Jiusheng's hand, Tang Jiusheng just laughed, and since he let go, he didn't speak.

Lord Qiu's dust hit Shen Wentian's head hard, and You Zhengwei's sword was about to stab Shen Wentian's heart, and the two of them were ecstatic, it seems that today is the period of Shen Wentian's death!