The Open Heaven God Demon Lang Xi saw that his entire body was facing his blade, which was exactly what he wanted. The big ring knife in his hand added another strength, wanting to split the hateful person in front of him in half.

Just when Lang Xi's blade was about to reach the tip of Lu Qian's nose, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him. Lu Qian, who was originally coming up, shook his body, and turned into several phantoms that were both virtual and real, and at the same time as this knife was slashed, several phantoms quickly fought back with fists, palms, and legs, even if it was an old thief like the God and Demon of the Open Heaven, he had never seen such a strange martial arts.

If you haven't seen it, you naturally don't know how to dodge. Lang Xi was stunned and held the big ring knife that had been split into the air, stunned by the incredible scene in front of him, only to feel that his right shoulder, left chest, and lower abdomen were hit by a powerful force at the same time, and a mouthful of blood spurted out because he couldn't hold back outlined a thick crimson in front of his eyes.

The famous "Lang Three Demons" of Moyun Village, since he learned Lu Qian's self-created stunt "Three Sighs of the Immortals", only the old three Lang Min still has the combat power of one arm.

Driven by his arrogant personality since childhood, he never gave in easily, and even if he only had one arm left to wield now, he vowed to pierce the cold iron electric light fork into the enemy's body.

Cui Shiyuan and the dart masters and the cottage minions were originally very anxious, seeing that the three village owners have been seriously injured in such martial arts, as the so-called "trees fall and scatter", these good hands who sneak around and shoot horses on weekdays, in order to survive, they have no time to take care of what the village owner is not the village master, hurriedly left their respective battle situations to look around, and found a direction where no one ran down the mountain.

The Thunderbolt God and Demon Lang Min supported his will with the unyielding ruthlessness in his heart, instilled all the strength of his body into the cold iron electric light fork in his left hand, flew up, and made a desperate move towards the unsuspecting Lu Qian's back.

Before Lu Qian could react, a short sword had already stopped Lang Min's thunderous attack in the air. When I looked closely, it was Cui Shiyuan, who was smiling.

"You kid is looking for death!" Lang Min gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Bah!Bah!Bah!Bah!I'm shocked, Kyushu's playful and witty, and the little sword demon never knows how to write dead words. ”

Cui Shiyuan took a few mouthfuls of Lang Min's obscure words, shook his head, and had a lowly demeanor of "what else can you do to me with one hand", which was undisguised from his eyes.

Lang Min's blow to the cauldron thought it was an excellent opportunity to take Lu Qian's life, but he didn't want to be hindered by Cui Shiyuan, how could he give up with his character. Immediately, the blood poured into the pupils, and the cold iron electric light fork danced to Cui Shiyuan.

Cui Shiyuan, who does not show mountain dew on weekdays, plays an impermeable sword with a playful sword chasing the wind, which is his famous stunt - autumn wind and falling leaves swinging Kyushu.

Swords and forks intersect, sparks splashing everywhere. The thunderbolt god and demon Lang Min stabbed Cui Shiyuan's heart with a cold iron electric light fork, Cui Shiyuan's body was crooked to avoid the tip of the fork, and he waved the playful sword in his hand to slash Lang Min's wrist.

Lang Min turned his wrist, locked the short sword downward, and used the cold iron electric light fork in his hand as the fulcrum, and his body soared in mid-air to make a move "Reverse Kick Purple Gold Crown" to attack Cui Shiyuan's face.

Cui Shiyuan drew his sword hard, but because of the weight of Lang Min's body pressed on it, he couldn't move a bit, and seeing that his "handsome and compelling" face was about to be kicked "peach blossoms", his heart trembled violently, and he hurriedly used his left palm to push Lang Min's kick away.

One move missed, and the thunderbolt gods and demons quickly transformed. Taking advantage of Cui Shiyuan's sideways push palm posture has come out, and his body has not been reset, the cold iron electric light fork in his hand rushed like lightning to Cui Shiyuan's neck carotid artery. Once stabbed, Cui Shiyuan, who is usually talkative, is afraid that he will not be able to speak in this life.

At this moment, the dragon pattern rolling rod broke through the air, and a strong wind was entrained, knocking down Lang Min's cold iron electric fork three inches from Cui Shiyuan's neck, and then flew up and kicked the thunderbolt god and demon to the ground.

"Tell me the whereabouts of He Lantian quickly, otherwise as soon as the stick in my hand is loosened, he will go to the West Heaven to enjoy happiness. Lu Qian pointed a dragon-patterned rolling rod at Lang Min's heart lying on the ground, and said to his two elder brothers.

"No comment! Since our skills are not as good as others, if we want to kill, we must listen to them. "The friendship between Lang Xi, the lord of Dazhai, and He Lantian is irreversible, and in the face of threatening his third brother's life, he still chose not to betray his friends.

He went in the direction of Yuzhou. "Lang Ye, the owner of the second village, was concerned about the safety of his brothers, and blurted out when he had no time to take care of others.

"Beast, are you worthy of Brother He's life-saving grace to our brother by doing this?" Lang Xi, the owner of the big village, glared angrily at his second brother and rebuked sharply.

"Big brother, we are three brothers of the same mother, can you abandon the lives of your third brother with your eyes open?"

"Enough is enough, second brother! Today, our brother is planted in the hands of this stinky Taoist priest, and the eldest brother has always been righteous, and now I just want a pleasure, and I don't have to embarrass him. ”

The three brothers had their own ideas, and they were not afraid of Lu Qian's intimidation at all. In the past, Moyun Village, which was full of people, was silent at the moment, leaving only the corpses of the slaughter and a few dead leaves. Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind blew, and the smell of blood spread, making the scene even more desolate.

"You thieves, return my son's life!" A resentful cry resounded in the sky above Moyun Village, and an old man walked out of the group of dart masters, holding a single knife and slashing at the unsuspecting Lang Ye. Poor King Kong gods and demons who practiced hard skills before they could get lucky, they died.

"Son, Daddy has avenged you. The old dart master trembled with excitement, and a line of hot tears welled up from his eyes.

"Second brother, my second brother!

Seeing that his second brother died tragically under the knife of the old dart master, Lang Xi, the god of the open heaven, felt like a knife in his heart, and when he touched the big ring knife next to him, he was about to fight with the old man. The old dart master had red eyes, and he didn't care about wiping away his tears, so he turned around and waved his knife to meet him.

Two heartbroken people fought in one place, one to avenge his brother, and the other to anger and kill his son. After more than a dozen rounds, the old dart master gradually showed defeat.

Beads of sweat continued to roll down from his forehead, and the originally sharp knife momentum began to slow down. A cold one, let Lang Xi's big ring knife cut through the front of his clothes, revealing his emaciated chest.

If one move fails, the move will not have the upper hand. Seeing that the old man was more auspicious and less auspicious, Cui Shiyuan, who was on the side, couldn't bear it, and rushed into the battle with his playful sword.

Lang Xi, who was already seriously injured, had already consumed a lot of physical strength to fight with the old dart master, and now with the addition of a young and clever Cui Shiyuan, his injury was aggravated by his impatience, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. The old dart master took advantage of this opportunity to raise his knife and slash another demon.

Two brothers died in an instant, and Lang Min, who fell to the ground, took advantage of Lu Qian's inattention, and set aside the dragon pattern rolling stick and stood up. There was a loud roar, and the ears of the people who only shook were buzzing.