The atmosphere in the field was suddenly tense. Li Cunhui stood with his hands in his hands, letting the tea flowing on the ground seep into the soles of his shoes.

"The tea is cold. The tall martial artist said with emotion.

"People are still there. Lao Jiu was still sitting on the antique chair, touching the shiny bald head with one hand.

"That's because I didn't hit a fist hard enough. ”

"I'm sorry, but the whole city knows that my Lao Jiu is not a martial artist, and he never uses his fists. ”

"That's fine, a very hard fist and a quick knife, you can choose. In a few days, the three cities will know about the Fallen Horse Broadsword. It's just a pity, the younger generations of the rivers and lakes may not be fortunate enough to know the leper Lao Jiu. Li Cunhui's compassionate tone, a cat crying mouse.

The tall warrior said as he retreated step by step.

He retreated very slowly, his body barely moving, walking like a civet cat, and he stepped on the ground silently.

It's just that every bluestone slab that has been stepped on has all cracked vertically and horizontally and become an equal four!

The crowd watching the bustle in the distance didn't pay attention at first, but when they were surprised by the vision on the ground, they immediately applauded.

In any case, the generation of heroes in the ancient city, the cup has been broken, and the arrogance has not been lost, and it has also lost that calm momentum.

No more, no less, after the twelve bluestone slabs were shattered, the big knife would clench his fists with both hands, "Li Cunhui of Yingtan Martial Arts Academy, ask the ninth master of the first castle of the boxer, please!"

The leper Lao Jiu seemed to subconsciously go to take the teacup on the table, only to find that he had taken it empty, but he reacted very quickly, and then moved forward to make a gesture of invitation, "You're welcome, the new guest is a guest." ”

Li Cunhui's face was pale, but this kind of battle of tongues was not interesting.

In every city in the Xuanhuang world, whether it is the business world or the rivers and lakes, there are very few people who dare to say that the master of the martial arts academy is a guest.

The Broadsword Society didn't take the knife, but he moved. As soon as he moved, people knew what a knife was.

Li Cunhui's knife.

A black shadow, one step forward, one step is twelve steps.

The row of bluestone slabs on the ground that was split into four pieces flew up piece by piece, piece by piece, like a knife.

Each sharp stone slab, spinning rapidly, carrying smoke and dust, connected front and back, like a volley of swift green dragons, crashing into the bald man sitting behind the tea table.

The leper Lao Jiu still didn't move, but the big tea table weighing hundreds of pounds moved.

"Bang",

The whole table seemed to leap up on its own, and swept forward in the air, and the heavy table top slammed into the bluestone slabs in groups of four.

After a muffled sound, wood chips flew wildly and smoke filled.

The half-foot-thick surface of the old leather wooden plank, as hard as iron and stone, was torn to pieces! Which bluestone dragon lost half of it, and the remaining 4624 stone slabs did not decrease, but became more rapid.

The strange wind from the spinning of the stone slab rattled like a sharp blade cutting through the air.

Lao Jiu moved......

He said that he was not a martial artist, so he didn't use punches.

He is also not a swordsman, so he has no knife in his hand.

Of course, he is not a swordsman.

He hit it with it!

It is understandable to use the iron-solid desktop to hit it before.

But when the body wrapped in a gray cloth robe hit the half of the green dragon with a bald head, everyone was shocked!

The old leather plank half a foot later was still torn to pieces, not to mention the half-foot-thick flesh and blood.

The green dragon is like electricity, and the body is like an arrow!

Seeing the blue light of the Dao Dao coming out, Lao Jiu's hands and sleeves were staggered. I saw the gray shadow flying and swirling, like a chaotic and turbulent gray whirlpool.

Pieces of blue light fell into it, and it disappeared by itself.

Twenty-four pieces of bluestone, all turned into powder, but before they could drift away, there was a sudden "bang" loud sound.

Two figures, one black and one white, collided violently, and the smoke and dust exploded all over the sky in an instant, and there was a mist in it, and there was no human figure.

The more than ten disciples of the martial arts academy, who had spared no effort to shout and cheer, died down in an instant, and they were silent.

The crowd of guests who shouted in surprise were even more silent.

Whether it is the damage of the martial arts academy, or the death and injury of the brothers in the first middle fort, the ant people will have a long time to live in peace.

What's more, the people who fight in the field are the big masters of the two!

In their hearts, people hope that when the smoke and dust clear, it will be the one who stands in black.

After all, no matter whether it is good or evil, it is a secular sect that is in the same breath as the Taoists on the mountain, and no matter how unreasonable it is, it will also talk about some face.

As a large gang that has existed in Luoma City for hundreds of years, Yizhong Fort has always been decisive in the fight for territory, and it is declared outside. Although he has never offended the people of a good family, he is still notorious.

Ordinary people's livelihoods are struggling, and they have no time to argue about the rights and wrongs of those swords and swords; chivalrous fame and notoriety are all from their after-dinner conversations.

Therefore, a sect like Yizhongbao is destined not to have a chivalrous reputation, just like the secular martial arts academy and the immortal family on the mountain, which are destined not to have a bad reputation.

If you are abiding by other people's rules, do you dare to say that the person who makes the rules is a bad person?

In the Xuanhuang world, the word rules has never had anything to do with conventions.

Unlike the rivers and lakes, it is the morality of the world that can be placed on the weight of life. The ordinary people, who carefully pray for peace, do not like this, but only talk about the excitement that has nothing to do with them.

People were in a state of panic, and suddenly saw a breeze rising from the smoke and dust in the sky.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the sky was clear in an instant. Two bodies, one black and one gray, stand opposite each other across a deep pit two or three zhang wide.

The black clothes and the gray robes were once in the smoke and dust, but they were all spotless.

"To make a wedding garment for another is just a set of garments. Dadaohui sighed inexplicably, "It's good that you're a leper Lao Jiu, it's just a life, it's worth it?"

The bald man looked indifferent, and said lightly, "People in the rivers and lakes, do their duty, live by their ability, and don't talk about those who are vain." ”

Li Cunhui nodded, hugged his fists and said, "Then this move will be more difficult to take, and the fists and feet have no eyes." ”

"Good intentions, my old nine have long eyes. ”

The black-clothed man is short, his movements are not fast, just like ordinary people bend their knees and squat slightly, their hands are like knives, their shoulders are sinking with their waists and backs, their shoulders are strapped, their arms are elbows, and their hands are elbows.

The layman looks at the excitement and sees the brain full of paste.

Two or three zhang wide pit, two or three zhang away, this martial arts master, a pair of hands of knives to chop like that?

Is it possible to change careers and dance gods?

However, just when people were in disbelief, Li Cunhui's palms suddenly shook like whips, as fast as lightning, and two sword lights were as light as mist, staggering and cutting the space.

When a martial artist refines his qi and practices to perfection, it is a tragic scene of a hundred miles of punches and broken mountains and rivers.

However, refining the fist into a sword light is the unique secret technique of the Li brothers.

Broadsword will never have a knife.

His fist palm is the knife that cuts off the heads of countless martial artists.

The sword light is condensed like substance, like two long rainbows hanging in the sky, plowing two extremely deep ravines on the bluestone ground, like thunder, breaking through the sky. No matter what kind of physical cultivation you have, you should not use your physical body to try the benefits of those two sword lights.

The leper Lao Jiu wore a gray robe and drummed without wind, and with one move with his big sleeves in both hands, he divided it when he joined it, making a butterfly fist into a strange move of spreading his wings. Strange is weird, in terms of momentum, but it is unremarkable, and even the meager dust in the remnants of the air around it has not been fanned by those sleeves in the slightest.

The two deep ditches that cut the bluestone will be cracked to the feet of the leper Lao Jiu.

The two slashed blades of light could cut his body into four pieces.

The onlookers exclaimed in amazement, and the timid ones had closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at them anymore. If you dare to stay and watch the excitement, you are already bold.

How can I imagine that the bloody scene of the five internal organs breaking out of the cavity and scattering all over the place is not something that these ordinary people dare to face.

Ren Pingsheng's two eyes had never left the leper Lao Jiu's body, but at such a critical moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at an elderly man who was hobbling past him.

The old man was dressed as a servant, and the big bamboo basket on his back was filled with all kinds of vegetables and grains, and he used household goods and the like for daily use.

The point is that at this moment, the old man actually glanced at the place where the two people were fighting in the street, intentionally or unintentionally, with an indifferent expression and an expressionless face.

Does he not understand, or does he not care?

The old man's eyes were suddenly like torches, and he met Ren Pingsheng's eyes.

Ren Pingsheng immediately put away his aura and clenched his fists slightly.

The old man's expression was indifferent, and he turned his head and continued to walk, as if the eyes just met and he had no intention of doing it.

The street where the old man went, Ren Pingsheng knew that the places where the rich and noble families of Luoma City gathered, such as the Shen family, the old city lord of Fujia City, the Liu family of the city pastor, the former Luoma City Xuezheng, the current city lord Li family, and several behemoths of the mansions are all over there.

The reason why Ren Pingsheng still has the leisure to think about these is because this round of the two people in the street has already divided the victory and defeat for him, and the result is clear.

Those two rays of rainbow knife light, in front of the leper Lao Jiu, were like slamming into an invisible wall.

The cold stars splashed in all directions, dazzling, just like the night sky of the Lantern Festival, the fireworks in the sky bloomed colorfully.

The gray-robed man's bald head, with his green tendons exposed, seemed to burst into blood at any moment, and the big sleeves of his hands were closing faster and faster, until at last he saw a gray shadow swaying. Ruhong's knife light crushed him, and he obviously couldn't resist, so he just pinched off the wisps of knife light with a pair of fleshy hands, and kept peeling off the cocoon.

Those hands that move and are invisible, Ren Pingsheng seems to be familiar with them.

That was a few years ago, not returning to the mountain, Zhu Wuyong's elusive body is the same as this!

It's just that Zhu Wuyong's trick of using illusion to confuse his opponent is not the same as this gangster's practice of separating his skills and using two minds.

Li Cunhui is not only smashing those two sword lights with his ghostly hands, but if it doesn't work, his erect body will also be the last barrier to block the sword light!

It's just that the mystery of it, the people present, can see it, no more than three, maybe four.

Except for the two parties involved, Ren Pingsheng certainly saw it clearly.

If there is a fourth, it must be the old man who passed by just now.

This kind of burying his head in the dead is actually miserable. Even he didn't know the bottom in his own heart, whether he could exhaust the offensive of those two sword lights with his own strength.

That's a make-or-don game.

The point is, the odds of success are nothing compared to the odds of becoming a beneficiary.

The two thick and condensed sword lights have been half gone, and Li Cun will be able to take a good time; the gray shadow of the leper old nine's clothes is broken, covered in blood, and his hands are waving, and now he has turned into a scarlet!

It's a long story, but in fact, this one-trick contest is just a moment. For the mortals who were watching, it was just that they saw those two rainbow lights killed, and then the gangster in the city of Luoma, who had been in the limelight for decades, burst out with blood.

It's just that it hasn't been dismantled, and it looks like it's almost there.