Back to back, everyone. Zhao Zhongtai shouted loudly. Then he hurriedly took out an object from his bosom and threw it into the air. Then the object left his hand, a piercing whistle sounded, and it exploded in mid-air, forming a red, orange, yellow, blue, green and purple six-petal plum blossom that spread to all sides. The object thrown by Zhao Zhongtai is a special signal flare of the Wulin Alliance, and the six colors and six petals represent the Shaolin faction, the Wudang faction, the Hengshan faction, the Taishan faction, the Huashan faction, and the Artemisia Mountain faction. In normal times, it can't be used casually, and once it is used, it means that it encounters a dilemma that cannot be solved by its own faction, and it needs to be rescued by other factions in the alliance. The effectiveness is second only to the alliance leader's order, and the people in the alliance find that someone has launched an alliance signal flare, and no matter what they are doing, they need to rush to help as soon as possible. At this time, Zhao Zhongtai threw out the only alliance flare on his body, which meant that he and his senior brothers were in a desperate situation.

  Ouyang Wuxiu saw Zhao Zhongtai throwing out the alliance signal flare, his face was full of disdain, and he smiled sadly, "Even if you invite the Heavenly King Lao Tzu to come down to earth, you don't want to escape from the palm of the old man's hand today." There was arrogance and conceit in his tone.

  "Yes, you seem to be invincible!" a fluttering voice came from far outside the Blood Maple Valley.

  At the same time, the battle on the field became even more fierce, and the screams came and went, like a slaughterhouse, and the smell of blood filled the entire maple forest.

  Zhao Zhongtai's eyes were scarlet, and his face was hideous, and he shouted, "Lao Tzu fought with you!" The long sword in his hand swung wildly, bringing the Taishan faction's Zhen faction swordsmanship 'One Word Piercing Yang Sword' to the extreme. In an instant, the two people who didn't know what to do in the Blood Refining Hall were hit by the swords in their necks, and they didn't even snort and fell to the ground and died.

  Huang Zhongshan also shouted violently and smashed the long sword in his hand with all his might, and danced the 'One Word Piercing Yang Sword' to rush into the blood refining hall, interspersed with rushing and killing, and in less than ten breaths, his white robe was dyed red with blood, like a devil in hell who would kill people when he saw it.

  A head of the Blood Refining Hall, seeing the amazing combat effectiveness of Zhao Zhongtai and Huang Zhongshan, hurriedly shouted, "Xiao Wang, Zhao Qichu, Wang Lili, Zhou Hao, Zhao Gezhong, Zhou Shi, you trap these two guys, let's solve this side first, and then help you." With his shouts fell. Six jujube red men flashed out of the battle group and attacked Zhao Zhongtai and Huang Zhongshan.

  At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves outside the Blood Maple Valley, and the two people and horses who were tearing and killing unconsciously slowed down the speed in their hands, and looked out of the valley in unison. In less than ten breaths, the three horsemen appeared in front of everyone, and it was the three of them who were blown away. It turned out that the three of them rushed from Zuocheng all the way to the southwest, and as soon as they arrived near the Blood Maple Valley, they were attracted by the sound of tearing and killing in the valley, and the gently fluttering sound just now came from the mouth of Feng Yang.

  Ouyang Wuxiu saw that there were only three people, and there were still two young people among them, and he didn't take Feng Yang and the three of them in his eyes, he looked at Feng Yang and the three of them with contempt, and said with pity, "You suspected the old man just now?" He heard that the voice was that of a young man, so it was from the mouth of the wind.

  Feng Yang looked at Ouyang Wuxiu lazily, and said lightly, "It's what this son said, what can you do to me, this old thing?" At this time, the disciples of the Taishan Sect and the Blood Refining Hall also stopped tearing apart, and looked at the three of them with their hearts.

  Ouyang Wuxiu laughed angrily and said with compassion, "Descendants, what a big breath." The old man will let you know today, I don't know how serious the consequences are! Someone came to slaughter this kid. "Don't look at Feng Yang with his eyes, as if Feng Yang is already a dead corpse.

  As soon as Ouyang Wuxiu's words fell, the two members of the Blood Refining Hall rushed towards the wind.

  The iron man pulled out his firewood knife and jumped out from behind, and slashed at the two Blood Refining Halls who rushed at him with a muffled voice. Since both sides were in mid-air, there was no room to dodge, so they could only bump into each other, and the 'ding bell' was mixed with two screams. Everyone fixed their eyes and saw the iron man like a god of war, standing in front of the wind and horses with a firewood knife. At his feet were the two blood refining halls who had just pounced, and the people were lying on the ground with multiple knives covered in blood, motionless, and they were already dead of anger. Seeing this, the disciples of the Taishan Sect and the Blood Refining Hall couldn't help but gasp. With just one face, the two members of the Blood Refining Hall with good combat strength fell to the ground and forgot about it, which showed the horror of the cultivation of this bald man with a firewood knife in his hand.

  Ouyang Wuxiu couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw the iron man's terrifying methods, but he was just surprised. raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yang coldly, and said gloomily, "Boy, do you think that you can be presumptuous in front of the old man by relying on this bald head?"

  Feng Yang looked at Ouyang Wuxiu lazily, and said indifferently, "This son doesn't have to rely on anyone! As for you old thing, this son really doesn't pay attention to it." ”

  After Ouyang Wuxiu heard Feng Yang's words, he shouted angrily, "Stinky boy, if the old man doesn't slaughter you today, he won't be surnamed Ouyang." With that, he angrily slapped his hand at the wind.

  Feng Yang didn't dare to slack off, his body swayed slightly in front of the iron man, and he raised his hand to lead obliquely. With a loud bang, a member of the Blood Refining Hall standing not far from Feng Yang's left flew out upside down with the sound, flew straight out more than ten zhang away, and fell straight down, dying of anger without even humming.

  Ouyang Wuxiu saw that Feng Yang effortlessly shifted his palm strength, and couldn't help but feel tight, looked at Feng Yang deeply, and said in his mouth, "Boy, try to take the old man's palm again." As he spoke, he struck out with his right palm.

  Feng Yang waved his hand obliquely with an indifferent face, and struck out with his left palm. After the 'bang', Ouyang Wuxiu took three steps back, staring at Feng Yang with a red face, and asked in surprise, "Who are you, boy?" ”

  Feng Yang looked at Ouyang Wuxiu lightly and said, "I want to know what the identity of this son is, okay." If you take this trick, I'll tell you. With that, he slapped a palm casually, and then slapped it into the void as fast as lightning.

  Ouyang Wuxiu just saw Feng Yang casually slap at him, and was about to scold angrily, but then he felt a warm gang qi attack on him, and then this gang qi became stronger and stronger, and in less than half a breath, it was like a mountain. couldn't help but be very frightened in his heart, hurriedly squatted, shouted, and pushed forward with all his palms in a decent manner.

  'Bang' was like a landslide cracking with a loud bang. The extremely strong qi flew everywhere with dust, and it was white in an instant. The enemy and the enemy who were standing around were also blown back again and again by the scattered qi.

  In about ten breaths, the dust raised cleared, and everyone saw a big pit between Feng Yang and Ouyang Wuxiu, and they couldn't help but look at them with a frightened expression.

  Feng Yang looked at Ouyang Wuxiu, whose silver hair was scattered, with a faint smile, and said indifferently: "You still have this move." Okay, I'll tell you. This son's surname is famous, and he does not belong to any gang, but he is just a scattered person in the rivers and lakes. ”

  Ouyang Wuxiu forcibly suppressed a stream of blood in his throat, and said calmly, "Feng Shaoxia's handsome kung fu, the old man has learned it." Give Feng Shaoxia face today, and the disciples of the Taishan Sect will let them live a few more days. Without looking back, he drank, "Withdraw." "Walk briskly out of the valley. The Blood Refining Hall also hurriedly lifted up the dead companion on the ground and walked out of the Blood Maple Valley quickly. Like the Danyang Treasure Book, please collect x Danyang Treasure Book.