It turned out that the moment the mysterious man hit his body with the dragon pattern rolling stick, he knew that he was careless, and immediately raised the power of evil skills, and fought with the momentum of breaking the net to the fish, and pushed out the cold qi in the moment opposite Lu Qian's palms, wanting to seriously injure the person in front of him.

But he still had some shortcomings in his estimates, he thought that eating a stick with his own kung fu would be a flesh wound at most, but he didn't expect Lu Qian's trick to be real or false, and he specialized in scattering acupuncture points. There is also a certain amount of softness hidden in this, even if you are as strong as yourself, you really suffer. Otherwise, the power of this palm strike must be much more than that.

"Boy, how does my bloody palm taste? The next move will take your life!"

"Hehe, it's just a skillful skill, even if you blow so badly, don't you also hit me?"

Although Lu Qian has internal injuries, he still has to be more relaxed, and he can't let the other side easily understand his own situation. In the face of such a thief, he has already made up his mind that he must be eliminated in today's war, otherwise it will definitely become a disaster that endangers one side in the future.

"Oh, hard-mouthed boy, take your life!"

The mysterious man didn't want to talk to a dying person, and once again used the power of evil in his body, the black cloak around his body was windless, and the dark red mist gradually rose, instantly causing the surrounding temperature to plummet, and he suddenly felt cold and pressing, as if a demon god had descended into the world.

At the moment of crisis, Lu Qian's eyes closed, recalling the various skills that his master had taught him back then. In the face of such a strong enemy, if you can't fight to the death, you can only end up with a cold corpse. Any chivalrous deeds, eradication of rape and evil, will become an empty talk in front of his old man's tombstone.

"The martial arts of the Qimen Tilting Valley School, which pays attention to the combination of rigidity and softness, the combination of yin and yang, is known for its speed and internal strength, and the four major factions of Wudang, Kunlun, Kongtong and Emei on the rivers and lakes today have the same origin but are not the same sect. The so-called Qimen is the first of the three volumes of divine skills of this school, implying the method of the time of the heavenly and earthly branches, and each moment can derive thirty-six changes, among which there are infinite mysteries, and it is not a word that can be explained. If you want to understand the great achievements of this martial arts, you must first understand the method of internal and external integration. Hundreds of steels are Kangyang, fingers are soft for Haiyin, yin and yang run through the inside, transform the momentum, and extend to the outside, so that they can be invincible and look at the world. ”

When Lu Qian thought of this, the true qi in his body was dispatched by the dispatch, gathering in the hundred veins around his body, and then extending to the two veins of Ren and Du, which stretched endlessly like a sea of rivers and flowed in his body. This was the first time he had pushed his body to a limit, and now he felt that his feet were extremely light, and his body seemed to be filled with inexhaustible strength.

Seeing that a vicious battle is about to break out, both good and evil have shown their strongest moves in martial arts, and it is still unknown who will have the last laugh in the battle between the strong and the opposite.

Cui Shiyuan and others were fighting in the mud in the inn until they were in a state of anxiety, and the physical strength of several dart masters gradually became exhausted, and they were parried by two men in black, but there was no chance to fight back. In order to take care of them, Cui Shiyuan played a playful sword like wind and lightning, and at the same time fought in the mud and the man in black.

But his approach is also a helpless move, his own ability knows in his heart, it is not easy to draw a mud roll, plus two black-clothed people with superb knife skills, it is greatly beyond the original range of bearing, if it drags on like this, I am afraid everyone will have to be a ghost under the knife.

Just as he didn't pay attention, the Wind Chasing Playful Sword in his hand happened to be firmly locked by the meteor sawtooth gauntlet knife rolling in the mud, and Cui Shiyuan, who was limited in blades, felt that he was about to return to his position in the face of the swift killing moves attacked by the two black-clothed men. When the catastrophe was approaching, a plan suddenly came to his mind, and he said loudly: "The senior over there, if you don't show up at this moment, when will you stay?"

The mud rolling and the man in black who didn't know the situation were stunned by his voice, after all, as a thief, there is still some truth in this old saying that has been passed down since ancient times. Cui Shiyuan, who got the opportunity, just wanted to take advantage of this gap to have a "strategic retreat", but unexpectedly, someone talked to him outside the inn.

"Oh, that's good, boy! with my kung fu, you can detect it, and it's really a hero out of a boy!"

Before the words fell, a figure rushed in from outside the door, and the figure was almost as fast as Lu Qian. After a few ups and downs, he came behind the two black-clothed men, waved the guise of "Divine Doctor Wu Lao Crooked" in his hand, and knocked the two of them to the ground within three or five moves.

The whole set of actions was lightning fast, and it was too late for the mud to react. Seeing that the general trend has gone, how can we not stop fighting alone in the mud? At this juncture, killing one is to save the capital, and killing two will make money. With this idea in mind, he tightened the meteor chain that locked Cui Shiyuan's weapon in his hand, and the other hand held a serrated knife, and with a flash of cold light, it came straight to Cui Shiyuan's neck.

Cui Shiyuan was still full of joy for his crooked throat and shouting for reinforcements. At this moment, he saw the deadly blade attacking him again, and wanted to dodge, but his body was not as fast as this knife, and if he tried to parry, the weapon in his hand was still limited by the mud.

Seeing that there was no way to kill and rob him, the senior who came to support him, out of nowhere, took out three long needles, shot like electricity, and hit the wrist of the knife in the mud.

Cui Shiyuan, who was alive from the dead, hurriedly untied his sword from the chain, looked at the painful mud rolling, closed and opened a pair of small eyes as if aiming, followed the step, and kicked the crotch of his pants rolling in the mud.

This kick went down, only the pain rolled in the mud and rolled his eyes, and he fainted with an "oops". The surrounding dart masters saw the opportunity and rushed up to tie the unconscious mud into a "big zongzi". There are a few bold and careful dart masters, who are afraid that the tie is not tight, and press hard with their feet, so they can breathe a sigh of relief.

Cui Shiyuan saw that the current scene was effectively controlled, and just wanted to come over to thank his life-saving benefactor, but he turned his head to work, but he couldn't find any trace of Wu Lao's crookedness, and all the dart masters were also quite surprised, and they were all amazed by the martial arts of this master.

At the same time, a strong tremor came from under their feet, and everyone thought it was an earthquake, and they ran out of the inn and onto the street outside the door. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he happened to see Lu Qian and the mysterious man fighting together, and the two of them moved quickly and unprecedentedly. The inner breath that emanated from them was like two powerful energies,-for-tat, and the shock just now came from this.

Everyone wanted to help, but they couldn't intervene because of their own shallow skills, and they were anxious when they heard a burst of heartfelt poetry from the rooftop......