When the two sword lights that seemed to connect the heavens and the earth became slender in an instant, the deep pit between the two of them was suddenly obscured by a fog.

The mist was pale red, like blood, with a faint fishy smell.

The blood mist quickly expanded and dispersed, and immediately enveloped a radius of more than ten zhang.

There was a dead silence at the scene, which was not at all like the earth-shattering life-and-death struggle between a generation of heroes.

The two figures, one black and one gray, were submerged in the thick fog. Before people could react, they suddenly saw the sword light that slashed from the sky, collapsed and disappeared into nothingness.

And in that blood mist, there were several subtle cold lights that flashed away, like a few meteors that occasionally appeared in the vast night sky.

The blood mist thickened a few points at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The battlefield of that generation of martial artists against a city of heroes was like a small world that had been isolated by some kind of immortal magic power on the mountain, and outsiders had no way of knowing what was going on inside.

Ren Pingsheng and the young man of Bai Zhuyuan were already standing in front of the crowd, and the former was even more sideways with half of his body, intentionally or unintentionally blocking in front of the peasant young man.

The peasant boy was full of worry, and he dragged Ren Pingsheng's clothes with one hand and dragged him back. But the boy in the green shirt who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he didn't look at it much, but he couldn't drag it at all.

It seems that the wooden box on this kid's back is not light.

At the beginning, he was squeezed to the front, and the young man from the peasant family had nothing to love, but he didn't complain anything, but just said with a sad face, "Look at your appearance, you are also a person who has read books." My name is Li Anshun, you tell the people in the village about Shunzi, the locals know it, remember it. Although there are not many locals left, there are still a few. By the way, what's your name?"

Shunzi, this name Ren Pingsheng knows, because Yao Yuan said that they are the life-saving benefactor of their family.

About Yao Yuan's life-saving benefactor, Ren Pingsheng knows better. It's just that the master has explained, and it is not appropriate to say this kind of mysterious and mysterious technique to those ordinary people, so as not to be appalling, not to mention that this is also one of the means to walk the rivers and lakes in the future and earn money to make a living. It's good to earn money, and it doesn't matter if people remember you or not. Grievances and grievances and so on, trouble.

Since the master said so, Ren Pingsheng believed it at that time.

But Shunzi took the lead in scooping up the "corpses" of Yao Yuan's family of four, but the parties really knew it after they woke up.

So since this person is a straight son, Ren Pingsheng felt a little closer in his heart.

Shunzi reported his name at such a time, and of course Ren Pingsheng understood the meaning. He also has no taboos, and his words are concise and to the point, "My name is Ren Pingsheng, and I know the big shopkeeper and the second shopkeeper of the proud restaurant." ”

Over there, a cloud of smoke and blood mist as big as a mountain bag suddenly flowed rapidly, and the cold light like a meteor flashed even denser.

Although the onlookers couldn't see the tragedy of the fight, they also seemed to feel the chill of the invasion of the body.

The crowd in front began to retreat, and the spectators in the back for unknown reasons tried to squeeze forward.

The swords and swords over there are not decided, and the crowd that squeezes me bravely has a bit of an undying surging momentum.

Junzi gritted his teeth and squeezed back with the strength of breastfeeding, and with his other hand, he didn't forget to pull Ren Pingsheng back, even if he could squeeze one or two people, it would be safer.

It's a pity that in the face of those silent spectators who are growing in fear, no matter how hard Junko tries to do it, it is in vain. Not only that, but Ren Pingsheng took a step forward for some reason, his body was slippery and abnormal, and he naturally got out of the drag of the straight.

Junko was about to shout to be careful, when suddenly there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, which was so urgent and piercing that he swallowed back the words he shouted.

And Ren Pingsheng seemed to be drunk, staggering, and he didn't know when there was an extra thing of light and shadow in his hand. The thing in his hand, slowly waving, east and west, but no track, only to see the place passed, there is a road of smoke, such as fog locking the spring mountain, and like flowing clouds fluttering.

There were a few faint sword lights, which flashed and disappeared in the smoke clouds.

Junko was dumbfounded, the two in the field were already rare heroes. The magic power used by this boy in a green shirt has no smell of fireworks in the world, is it a fairy?

It's just that he instantly denied this idea, because Ren Pingsheng, who seemed to be swaying at random, was already sweating profusely with a few movements, his lips were closed, and it was obvious that he was unable to support himself.

Junko, like many of the front-row spectators, was inexplicable. People are fighting to the death over there, and they can't see clearly, and this kid is dancing there alone, playing some tricks of charlatans, but he pretends to look like it.

But in this kind of battlefield where the gods fight, isn't it too hard? Annoyed the two great gods, and after the autumn, a few lives are not enough.

Suddenly, when Ren Pingsheng waved out a haze, there was a loud bang, as if it had hit an iron wall! The haze instantly dispersed, and a white light passed through.

Everyone could see that the dazzling white light was like a huge blade, and it was actually slashing towards the onlookers!

Before people could react, the sword light had already arrived.

The huge power that roared through the air could instantly split a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Some people are frightened and incontinent, and some people close their eyes and wait for death.

Recently, the thick cotton jackets of several people suddenly cracked, and the cotton ru scattered in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, there was a screeching sound of metal cutting, and the terrifying sword light turned into a puff of sparks and exploded away at that moment!

After Ren Pingsheng overcame the knife, he knelt on one knee, his rickety figure swaying, and he was gasping for breath. If it weren't for the support of a horizontal smoke sword, he would have been lying down in fear at this moment.

People finally saw that the "prop" of the young man in green shirt to drum up smoke was actually a brilliant sword.

The crowd of onlookers finally loosened and began to recede like a tide.

The street suddenly rumbled and there was a violent earthquake, like a cow on the ground turning over, and the sky was cracking. The flowing mist of blood suddenly exploded and quickly dissipated.

The pavement of the green mountain slab burst everywhere in an instant, and the ravines were vertical and horizontal.

A bald man in a gray robe, a bloody man at this time, was still standing in place.

And the tall martial artist in black, full of energy, was also standing on the edge of the pit opposite.

"Vulgar ants, if you look for death, you won't be sorry to die. Li Cunhui said coldly, "It stands to reason that you are a generation of heroes in the rivers and lakes, and you can afford to be such a mother-in-law and mother in a fight?"

Li Cunhui suddenly realized, and continued to sarcastically say, "By the way, I said that Yizhong Castle, which is full of talents, how can it be that you, the castle master, died alone." Dare to be affectionate, is it an ambush in the crowd, waiting for me to make a mistake, and then a fatal blow?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid I'm afraid that your leper old dog has become a dead dog before this. ”

It is not surprising that the people of Luoma City understand some of the local dialects of Baizhuyuan, especially this kind of use in the name of a generation of heroes.

The bald man, who was obviously not lightly injured, was calm, ignoring the cynicism of the martial arts, and slowly spoke, "Little brother, thank you, how long can it last?"

Ren Pingsheng tried to take a few deep breaths and said, "Between a few breaths." No offense is intended. ”

The last four words were obviously said to the Martial Academy Grandmaster.

Li Cunhui nodded, but he felt some pity for the young man who could take a few remnants of his sword light, "Young man, it's a good thing to do it with energy." But then, don't expect me to hold back. The rest of the knife will be more difficult to catch. ”

Ren Pingsheng stood up, shook slightly, and hugged his fist at the leper Lao Jiu with the hilt of his sword, "It's just a little bit of a chat, I'm not a chivalrous man, and I don't have much compassion." ”

"Understood, I didn't either. After all, it's a neighborhood, just a good gathering and dispersing. As he spoke, Lao Jiu kept his eyes on the enemy opposite, his face expressionless.

The reason why Ren Pingsheng took action to intercept the remnants of the sword light that left the battlefield was mainly because he had some respect for the bald man.

Originally, he may not be able to fight the opponent, but he still has to consume his own strength, and a true qi barrier has been laid around the battlefield, so as not to hurt the innocent martial artist who punches unscrupulously on the opposite side.

This is just a mystery in this, and it can only be seen by both sides of the enemy and Ren Pingsheng, who has a hope qi technique.

Li Cunhui stood with his hands in his hands and said coldly, "Then I will fulfill your good gathering and dispersal, and you can make a move." ”

As a martial arts master of a city, he still has the confidence to let the other party take the lead. What's more, with the opponent's injury, it is extremely difficult to deliver a peak blow.

If you say it first, if you can't make a move, it's your own business.

Therefore, the posture of the broadsword will be like a sharp blade that destroys withering and decaying.

Of course, the leper Lao Jiu was not polite to him.

He made a move, and a small half of the crowd that had receded from the tide poured back. Because in his life, it is difficult to encounter such an immortal fight. And this time, there are no magical obstacles that are clouded and foggy.

People only saw the figure of the blood-robed man flashing, and around the big pit, countless leper figures suddenly appeared.

Like a phantom, like a human wall;

Before he could blink, he saw a stream of bald people.

People can even see the Lao Jiu who has turned into countless figures, every punch is a backhand, and the punches are all angles.

Ren Pingsheng saw it more realistically, and in Lao Jiu's fist eyes, there was a faint sword light that came out of the sky, sweeping towards Li Cunhui from all directions.

The killing power of these swords is so strong that Ren Pingsheng can't stop five ways.

The remnants of Li Cunhui's sword light, he blocked three paths.

Of course, that's a remnant.

So he regrets it a little now, wading into this kind of troubled water that has nothing to do with him, and he really has nothing to do with it.

One punch, two punches, three punches...... Nine punches, ten punches, eleven punches.

Eleven punches, eleven styles, eleven directions, heaven and earth.

Li Cunhui's upright figure, like a cone in the sac, suddenly turned into a black rainbow and rose to the sky.

Is this going to break the net?

Ren Pingsheng was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that a martial artist of this realm should not fail to see that there is another mystery in the opponent's fist.

Of course, Li Cunhui can see it, but the big knife without a knife is a knife in itself.

So he rushed out, went up against the wind, and then turned sharply, and formed an inverted Arhat with a standing arhat on his head and feet, like a star falling from the sky, smashing into the earth with the wind, thunder and fire.

No matter how weird and mysterious you are, I will break a thousand moves with one punch.