Yang Zhongcheng strode forward to look for them, and looked at them from a distance and closely, these corpses were either lying alone, or leaning on in twos, threes, and threes.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, which covered this small place quite gloomy.

The blood stains on the ground, east and west, were like clumps of cinnabar.

Swords and swords, some broken, some intact, some stuck in the soil, and some still clutched tightly in the hands of the dead.

When the wind blew, the sand and stones were struck, and these swords clanged.

Farther than the distance, two people stood opposite.

Lu Yang's clothes on his right shoulder were torn, and there was a little ink on the mouth. His right hand was hanging over his shoulder and he couldn't move, and it seemed that his right hand was broken.

What Lu Yang practiced was Eagle Claw Skill, and almost all of the strength of this kung fu was in his hands. Now that both hands are broken, the power is naturally sharply reduced.

"Stinky Taoist, let me tell you, you're dead!" In order to ensure that this matter was foolproof, Lu Yang brought out all the elites of the military hall.

Unexpectedly, these fourteen martial artists were all killed in battle, and even their own injuries were not light.

"You have the ability, you come here, maybe who will kill whom!" There were minor injuries on his hands, feet, back, and chest, and the blood stained his robes blood-red. He showed no signs of weakness, holding a scroll tightly in his right hand.

This wonderful pen Danshu is the mastery of Qingyunmen, it controls ink with qi, hurts people with ink, and is a martial art that pays great attention to internal force cultivation.

As soon as the priest is fine, he will dance and ink, and enter the painting with anger.

These paintings include landscapes, flowers and birds, fish and insects, as well as beasts or monsters. Any painting in his hand is something that can kill people.

After a fierce battle to the death, the more than 50 paintings that the priest usually painted, all of them were exhausted.

This wonderful pen book is indeed a first-class kung fu. However, it is not ambiguous at all about the consumption of the cultivator's internal force.

The Divine Servant fought the heroes and killed fourteen Iron Guard warriors, which had already made him run out of oil.

His internal strength was almost exhausted, and only the painting in his hand was his only hope.

This painting is not an offensive weapon, it is the Pixiu that he usually saves money on.

What the divine servant is sure of is that Lu Yang will not attack easily.

The elite of the Iron Guards was wiped out, and the strength of the Divine Servant was too much above Lu Yang.

Moreover, Lu Yang had a broken hand, he didn't know the reality of the divine servant, and he definitely didn't dare to attack rashly.

Lu Yang wanted to attack him, but he couldn't stand the other party's hypocrisy, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

The painting in the hand of the old man must be weird, maybe he is waiting for me to throw himself into the net!

Can't, after all, this job was personally explained by the eldest brother.

Besides, the elite of the Iron Guards were all killed in battle, if he didn't kill the Divine Servant, what face would he have to go back.

No, he was bluffing, and Lu Yang finally figured it out.

If the painting in his hand was real, he would have attacked it directly.

Why bother so thanklessly, take off your pants and fart so much?

He is exhausted of internal strength and deliberately pretends to delay time.

But this person is too strong, so many iron-clad guards have died in his hands, and he doesn't want to be the next one.

The rarest thing for a person is that he is not chaotic in the face of danger, after this battle, Lu Yang is afraid, his past arrogance and spirit, there is not much left.

Hahaha, Lu Yang laughed loudly, "God help me, heaven will help me." I tell you, your time of death is coming soon. ”

Lu Yang saw Yang Zhongcheng walking quickly towards this side, this is really a mountain and a poor water, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

"Don't lie to me, you have the ability to come by yourself. Have you forgotten how your men died?"

Lu Yang couldn't hold back any longer, leaned forward, jumped up, and faced him with an eagle pounce.

The Divine Servant was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to dodge. As soon as his eyes were closed, and as soon as his paintings were dropped, he was ready to die!

Smack!

A small pebble came from behind and hit Lu Yang's chest steadily, Lu Yang didn't have time to dodge, and his body was rolled to the ground.

"Hall Master, what's wrong with you?" Yang Zhongcheng rushed to the two of them and looked the two of them up and down, like watching two monkeys playing tricks.

"Yang Zhongcheng, quickly slash him with one palm. Lu Yang sat on the ground and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"These people, you killed them?" Lu Yang did not kill him, but became curious about the Taoist priest in front of him.

"I didn't kill you, could it be you?"

"I order you as the hall master, do it quickly!" Lu Yang got up slowly, he was too tired and embarrassed today.

"Don't, there are so many of you, it's a shame to lose one fight!" Yang Zhongcheng picked up a stone, and with a force, the stone turned into powder, and the powder fell lightly from his hand, "I won't take advantage of people's danger!"

"You ......" Lu Yang got up helplessly, he pressed down, his steps were continuous, and the eagle's claws attacked.

Smack!

Another stone shot from a distance, knocking Lu Yang to the ground again.

"Brute, come out quickly, hide and hide, what kind of hero is he. "Lu Yang already has injuries on his body, if he is hit by such a stone a few more times, he is afraid that he will really go to see the king of Hades.

"You can't kill him!" The sound came from behind, very clear, and the depth of the opponent's skill was clear at a glance.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, my friend is here. You just wait to die!" As soon as the priest heard this voice, he knew that it was the Book of Wind. He didn't expect that the two would meet here, let alone that he would save his life.

No, Lu Yang saw two people approaching slowly, which didn't matter if he didn't look at it, and he was puzzled when he saw it.

"Who are you, dare to care about our Tiger Hunting Hall?" Lu Yang knew that this person's strength was not bad, and he wanted to calm down first and probe the other party's reality.

"This bull-nosed old man, you can't kill him, he is my cargo owner!" Fengshu said lightly: "You kill him, I will ask for money." ”

When the priest saw that the man had arrived, he became even stronger. "Come on, he's the chief dart master of the Dragon Gate Dart Bureau, if you come to kill me, I will never fight back. ”

Yang Boci chuckled in his heart, no wonder he has this strength, it turned out to be the top card of the Dragon Gate Dart Game.

Lu Yang has walked the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has a clear understanding of the strength of the Longmen Dart Bureau in the same city, and he doesn't dare to make rash moves now.

"I'm telling you, this person has committed a big crime in the Tiger Hunting Hall, and I will kill him today, so don't meddle in your affairs. Lu Yang has two masters by his side, and he has a lot of confidence to speak.

"This is my first dart, I want to make it perfect, and when he collects the dart, you chop him into mashed meat, and I won't stop you. ”

This is sincerity to find fault, Lu Yang couldn't bear this breath, and shouted: "Yang Boci Yang Zhongcheng, you guys kill him for me!"

Yang Boci didn't make a move, and Yang Zhongcheng pretended not to hear.

Fengshu nodded, and said playfully: "You do it, we will never fight back." But if we die, neither will your nephew. ”