Blood splattered Cui Shiyuan's body, but he was still expressionless, indifferent even if his cheeks were dyed a strange scarlet.

The Iron Palm Daoist and the purple-faced Yama saw that this unastonishing boy had turned into a murderous demon king without blinking, and immediately felt a little fear in his heart.

"You two, let's go together!"

Cui Shiyuan slowly raised the Wind Chasing Sword in his hand, pointed at the Iron Palm Daoist and the purple-faced Yama and said. The cold voice was clearly a talisman, and the strong sense of oppression made the opponent nervous and breathless.

"Big brother, I don't think we can escape death today, it's better for us to fight with him, with the skills of the two of us, there may still be a trace of life. ”

The purple-faced Yan Luo stared at Cui Shiyuan viciously and said to the Iron Palm Daoist, the limit of fear made him angry, and anger easily made people get carried away, just like his decision at the moment, it was undoubtedly hitting a stone with an egg.

"Brother...... Brother, are you really sure that this method is feasible? I think this kid is very evil, I can't ...... it."

The Iron Leader finally revealed his true nature in the face of the grim situation, and he had some doubts in the face of this proposal of the righteous brothers, or more precisely, he did not want to die in vain.

"Don't worry, big brother, it's a big deal that after thirty years, he will be a good man again!"

The purple-faced Yama Luo said that he was using his internal strength, and attacked Cui Shiyuan's back heart. This time, Cui Shiyuan did not honestly wait on the spot, but parried with his left palm, wanting to follow this form and compete with it for internal strength.

Where is the purple-faced Yama willing to do it, he saw that his palm was in front of him and did not greet him, but instead turned his body vertically, avoided the past with light steps, and then hit him from the blind spot behind Cui Shiyuan.

"Hehe, you're kind of interesting!"

Now Cui Shiyuan's tone of speech is completely similar to before, as if there are two souls living in his body at the same time, competing with each other for a host every day.

The Iron Palm Daoist saw that the purple-faced Yama had fought for more than 20 rounds in the past without any incident, maybe he was really worried about himself, like the previous Qiu Tonghai and Qiu Tonghe brothers, after all, their kung fu was shallow, and they couldn't compare with themselves at all. If I can win and defeat him, and then kill the monk, the gold and silver treasures of the entire Li Mansion will be mine!

With this greedy idea, it turned into a driving force, forming a front and back attack with the purple-faced Yama, trapping Cui Shiyuan in the middle. Just as Cui Shiyuan was about to swing his sword qi, an iron sand palm from the Iron Palm Daoist slapped on his arm, and the playful sword came out of his hand.

"Brother, take his life now!"

Seeing that his side had gained an advantage, the Iron Palm Daoist hurriedly called the purple-faced Yama to answer on the other side. The purple-faced Yama Luo has also been watching the battle situation, and when he saw Cui Shiyuan's blade leaving his hand, he hurriedly gathered his palms, and secretly tried to repeat the old trick and win with a poisonous needle.

"Master Cui Shi, be careful that he has a hidden weapon in his sleeve!"

After being reminded by Monk Huikong, Cui Shiyuan smiled coldly, not taking it to heart at all. Don't look at the fact that he has no weapon in his hand now, he doesn't reduce his offensive at all, calmly pinched his fingers into a sword, and pointed at the purple-faced Yama's canopy acupoint.

"Whoosh!"

With three sharp sounds, three silver needles pierced Cui Shiyuan's right shoulder, and at the same time, the fingertips of the sword condensed a cloud of black gas, shooting out the purple-faced Yama Luo Ding directly, and slammed it against the wall, looking like he had fainted.

The Tiezhang Daoist was shocked at first glance, he never expected that Cui Shiyuan, a kid at such a young age, would have such a high martial arts attainment, which was completely reborn from what he had seen in Zhang Caishen's Mansion before.

"It's your turn, too!"

After Cui Shiyuan finished dealing with the purple-faced Yama who was in the way, he pointed the finger at the Iron Palm Daoist again, this time he didn't use his sword to point, and flew up and flew straight towards the old Dao's face door.

Out of instinctive reaction, the Iron Palm Daoist used his elbow to stand up, and when his right arm, which he had practiced for decades, touched the soles of his feet, it was like hitting a steel plate, and he almost broke his arm in pain.

Defensive mistakes, don't even think about it, the Iron Palm Daoist naturally suffers from flesh and skin. Cui Shiyuan's script sank vigorously, kicked onto the side face of the Iron Palm Daoist, and knocked the three teeth in his mouth into the air.

The iron palm man with a mouth full of blood foam was extremely embarrassed, and he couldn't care about fighting with Cui Shiyuan anymore, as long as he could survive at this time, it would be good, where would he dare to have any luxury. Pushing this tired body, he went up along the courtyard wall of the Li Mansion at once, and was about to escape.

Where could Cui Shiyuan let him succeed, he came silently behind the Iron Palm Daoist after shaking his feet a few times, and gently patted him on the shoulder with his hand, which scared the Iron Palm Daoist "Ah", and almost fell straight down.

"You...... What are you saving me for......"

The Iron Palm Daoist, who was trembling when he was scared, saw that Cui Shiyuan actually reached out and pulled him back from the wall, and he was puzzled, how could two people who were sworn enemies have such actions?

"Isn't it too cheap to let you die like this? The lives of many maids and servants in the Li family were taken by you gangsters, and today I will do the right thing for heaven and let you pay off the evil debts for those who died. ”

As he spoke, Cui Shiyuan grabbed his hand back, and the wind-chasing sword flew back automatically by his vigorous inhalation, holding it in his hand and slashing off his nose, and immediately bleeding profusely.

"This knife was cut for the maids who died in the Li family. ”

The noseless iron palm man screamed in pain, and his voice was incomparable. Then Cui Shiyuan looked at his vitality and cut off his ears with a knife.

"This knife was cut by the servants who died in the Li family. ”

originally had a good head, but Cui Shiyuan tossed it like this, and turned into a round "big winter melon", which is very ridiculous. Although he had already punished this iron master, Cui Shiyuan didn't want to stop.

"This knife was cut for all the suffering people of Lebanon. ”

The white blade went in, the red blade came out, and then saw that the iron palm man had already swallowed his breath, Cui Shiyuan reluctantly pulled out the wind-chasing sword from his chest, put it on the sole of his shoe and rubbed it, and then turned around and came to the side of the great monk Huikong after making sure it was clean.

"Master, are you feeling okay?"

Huikong was also stunned by his behavior just now, but now looking at Cui Shiyuan's appearance, it was very different, the most obvious thing was that the black eyes gradually faded until he returned to his original appearance.