Deng Cangsheng made a successful move, his body retreated, his palm was like a knife, and his arm took advantage of the situation to cut downward, cutting a wound more than a foot long on Moyin Lux's chest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gloomy expression on his face was slightly clear, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of joy, but before this joy could subside, it froze on his face.

Mo Yin's clenched fists continued to pound like lightning, and he was not sluggish for a moment because of the heavy blow on his chest, but he was still swift and powerful.

Deng Cangsheng's face changed suddenly, and it was too late to dodge again, so he could only raise his left arm high, protect his head first, and withdraw his right hand from Moyin Lux's chest at the same time.

Fists and arms intersected, and there was a loud bang.

Deng Cangsheng withdrew seven steps in a row, almost out of the copper pillar circle, his left arm hung weakly at his side, and bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, obviously seriously injured.

Mo Yin Lux did not take advantage of the situation to catch up, but stayed where he was, his eyes flashing with a faint red light, and the wounds on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Jin pointed at Deng Cangsheng and shook his head, and said, "Why is this person so stupid? The Sprinkle family made it clear to you, we calculate our results according to the time of delay, why does he have to fight hard with Moyin Lux?"

Deng Cangsheng's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

Zhao Shirong smiled lightly, his voice was like a silver bell, he arched his hand at Zhou Jin, and asked, "May I ask Zhou Jiaoxi, there seems to be no key problem in this ink silver wrestler?"

Zhou Jin nodded and said: "It's still your girl who reacts quickly, although Moyin Lux is in human form, but in the final analysis, it is also a magic weapon, and the operating mechanism has nothing to do with the human body, and our so-called key point is not established in it." ”

Liu Suifeng couldn't help but ask, "Then how can we defeat it?"

Zhou Jin laughed and said: "Defeated, since the successful development of Moyin Lux has been successful, there are not a hundred but eighty people who have worked with it, and the Sprinkle family has never heard of it, and there are opponents below the refining god who have won it!"

As a few people spoke, the wounds on Mo Yin's body had disappeared.

Mo Yin Lux raised his head to the sky and roared, and rushed towards Deng Cangsheng with a big stride, his arms stretched out more than a foot long, like a dark cloud enveloping Deng Cangsheng.

Deng Cangsheng didn't dare to fight hard this time, made a mistake under his feet, lowered his head and bent over, and drilled under the left ribs of Moyin Lux, wanting to dodge this pounce. He flashed this drill, and he did it just right, showing the demeanor of a master.

Unexpectedly, just when the two of them were staggering, Moyin Lux sank his left arm, stretched out his left palm, and then used his palm as a knife and his fingers as a sword, and stabbed Deng Cangsheng in the chest from top to bottom.

The blow came suddenly, swiftly and unguardedly. When Deng Cangsheng found that the situation was different, it was too late to dodge, so he could only lift his right arm and use his palm power to fight hard with Moyin Lux.

Mo Yin Lux has a huge body, and he is running in great strides, and the strength he is holding is more than a thousand catties, Deng Cangsheng was seriously injured just now, and it is even more difficult to resist at this time.

The moment his palms intersected, Deng Cangsheng flew out upside down, spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, rushed out of the range of the copper pillar, and flew seven or eight zhang away before falling to the ground, lying on the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Zhou Jin was on tiptoe, flew to Deng Cangsheng's side, held up his jaw with his left hand, flicked his fingers with his right hand, and flicked a vermilion pill into his mouth, and then slapped it three times in a row on his chest, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Okay, you can't die, you lie here first!"

Everyone's face is a dignified, Deng Cangsheng's cultivation is good, just now the thorn and cut, a drill and a flash, which shows that the skill is pure, but in front of the ink silver wrestler, he only insisted on three moves and two styles, although there is a problem with the coping strategy, but it also shows that the ink silver wrestler is by no means easy to with.

Bai Cheng was even more shocked in his heart, what surprised him was not that Deng Cangsheng was defeated and seriously injured in the blink of an eye, but that he found that the last blow of Moyin Lux was clearly using Deng Cangsheng's martial arts!

Zhou Jin put down Deng Cangsheng, slowly walked back to everyone, took out the list again, and shouted: "Sima Chaoqun!"

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

With the sound of laughter, a rough man strode out of the crowd and walked towards Moyin Lux.

This big man is also in his twenties, tall, with a neatly trimmed beard on his face, a purple brocade robe on his body that is cut to fit very well, made by a famous family in the capital, a piece of ancient jade on his waist is worth a lot of money, and a heavy sword behind his back is the width of his palm.

Between the gestures of this big man, there is a feeling of wanton publicity. If this feeling is placed on someone else, it will only annoy people, but with his smiling face full of masculine charm, people not only do not hate it, but feel that this person is majestic and convincing.

Bai Cheng's heart moved, only to feel that this person was extraordinary, and he was about to inquire about the origin of this big man, so he listened to a few people next to him talk about it.

Liu Suifeng commented casually: "Liu Wu once heard people say in Beijing that Sima Chaoqun is the first prince in Beijing, and he really deserves his reputation when he sees it today." ”

Zhao Shirong covered his mouth and smiled: "What the fifth brother said is too polite, I heard that he is the first wronged leader in Beijing, and he has raised hundreds of customers, but most of them eat and drink." Two years ago, there was even a drama who came here from other places pretending to be a master of the rivers and lakes, eating and drinking in his house for more than a year. ”

When Bai Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Li Shenzhou said leisurely: "Although there are many people who eat and drink, but there are also a lot of talents, I heard that he has a subordinate named Zhuo Donglai, who is unparalleled in strategy and extremely powerful." ”

Although the voices of several people were not loud, they were also normal voices, and they did not deliberately avoid Sima Chaoqun.

Sima Chaoqun had already walked under the bronze pillar.

After hearing Li Shenzhou's words, he turned around, arched his hand at Li Shenzhou, and said, "Zhuo Donglai is my brother, not my subordinate!"

When Li Shenzhou heard this, he smiled slightly, and said, "Brother Sima, forgive me, Li has lost his words." ”

Sima Chaoqun laughed, turned around and walked towards the bronze pillar.

The other people didn't pay attention, but Bai Cheng found that between the two people's questions and answers, there was a slight expression of hatred on the faces of Fang Ying on the side.

Bai Cheng's heart was like electricity, and then he thought that Sima Chaoqun and Fang Ying were looking at the same time as the prince of Jingzhong, and there would inevitably be conflicts on weekdays, so it seemed that Fang Ying was afraid that Fang Ying would suffer a lot from this Zhuo Donglai!

Sima Chaoqun laughed, pulled out the heavy sword behind his back, and walked into the copper pillar circle with his sword up.

He didn't wait for Moyin Lux to make a move, and a move "Desert Wild Sand" slashed across the waist and abdomen of Moyin Lux, and he actually wanted to strike first to attack instead of defend.

Mo Yin Lux roared, as if dealing with Deng Cangsheng, ignoring the heavy sword, he still smashed his fists down on Sima Chaoqun's head in one fell swoop.

The long sword in Sima Chaoqun's hand is as wide and narrow as the palm of his hand, the spine of the sword is about a finger thick, and the blade is as thin as paper, which is a sharp weapon used in the military formation.

He shouted, ignoring the fist of the ink silver wrestler, the sword in his hand did not stop, and a sword slashed at the waist of the ink silver wrestler, and it was effortless to cut through the waist of the ink silver wrestler, and he was about to cut the ink silver wrestler in two. (To be continued.) )