Li Yijie hurriedly shouted: "Never!" was so anxious that even his tone changed. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yanchen was even more annoyed, and said: "Don't you? You think you're ordering me? Do you have the final say in everything in this world? This seat should say 'never allow' for you, and really spare him? Then let's take a look at how it is absolutely impossible." ”

The arm reached out, grabbed Shaqi's neck, and his fingers tightened suddenly. I saw that Shaqi's expression was extremely painful at first, and soon turned stiff, and a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, freezing in his jaw. Jiang Yanchen casually threw him to the ground, kicked him a few times, and said, "Master Li, what else do you have to say?"

Li Yijie exclaimed in surprise: "Little junior brother, little junior brother-" Looking at Shaqi's corpse rolling on the ground, and finally stopped moving, there seemed to be a smile on his face.

recalled that this little junior brother has always been everyone's pistachio. The first time they met, at that time, he was indeed just a child, kneeling in front of Meng Anying, and pleaded in a milky voice: "Master, you can accept me! Don't look at my young age, as long as I practice martial arts wholeheartedly, I will definitely be more powerful than my senior brothers and sisters in the future!" In the end, Meng Anying couldn't resist, and Li Yijie and others also pleaded for mercy on the side, and finally put him into the door wall.

And this little junior brother is also really competitive, studying and practicing hard every day, never slacking off, and sure enough, he quickly caught up. On the way, he often pestered his senior brother to ask questions, and at first everyone was able to answer, but gradually what he said became more and more profound, and even many disciples who had been in the beginner for a long time could not answer.

Thinking of him tugging at his sleeve, he said coquettishly: "Senior brother, you can teach me this swordsmanship! Then I will take you to find the biggest cricket on the back mountain!"

remembered a New Year, Nangong Xue cut window flowers on the kang, and Li Yijie posted them one by one. Sha Qi smiled and pulled Nangong Xue and said, "This jubilant red is the most beautiful." But I don't know when my senior sister will change the cutting method?" Nangong Xue touched his head and said, "What, do you have a new and strange trick?"

Shaqi smiled: "That's very simple, just trace the glyph on the paper and dig it out against the border." While picking up a brush, he wrote on paper, and in order to maintain the mystery, he deliberately hid in the corner of the table. Finally handed over to Nangong Xue, it happened that Li Yijie also came over to get a new window flower, just when he saw the red paper unfolded, it was nothing else, but it was a big red "Xi" word.

Nangong Xuedeng's face was flushed, and he scolded: "Nonsense!" Seeing that Li Yijie was in front of him, he turned his head and ran out in a panic. Shaqi smiled and said, "I'm asking my senior sister when I can eat the wedding wine of the two of you......"

Now these memories seem to have been thrown away for a long time. But the little junior brother who used to stand in front of him alive and laugh and play with everyone has disappeared forever, and he will never see his voice and smile again. Lying on the ground cold, never moving again, not feeling anything.

Li Yijie bit his lips and oozed blood, his voice trembled, and said, "You...... You actually ......" Jiang Yanchen said: "So what? If this seat doesn't kill someone first, you will always treat me as a joke with you, and you won't really do it, so what can I do?" After a pause, he walked to the side of the other disciple and said lightly: "Li Yijie, if you don't make up your mind as soon as possible, this seat doesn't mind letting him be the second." ”

Li Yijie's body shook violently and said, "No...... Don't! You...... Why do you have to push me? I ...... I'll ......" Jiang Yanchen said: "If you insist on protecting Nangong Xue, when I kill all the Huashan factions, it will be her turn sooner or later." For the sake of this woman, you think it's worth it to kill the whole faction? Even if you are with her in the future, how can you be completely unhindered in your heart?" Li Yijie wanted to speak and stopped, but he never glanced at Nangong Xue beside him.

Jiang Yanchen sneered: "Very good, then let you see what great results your noble love will have." A palm slammed into the back of the disciple's head, and it burst openly. turned to the next person and said, "This seat is happy, and it is not difficult to kill your Huashan faction at once." But I prefer to do it one at a time, and in the end, I can give you a hundred chances. If you miss out on defending her because you are bent on defending her, how you feel at that time must be very different. Remember, if you want to repent, there is always an opportunity, and you should take action for this seat. As soon as the words fell, another disciple fell under his hand.

After the impact of extreme grief, Li Yijie suddenly had a broken jar and broken heart. Secretly thinking, if the Huashan faction really can't escape this catastrophe, they simply accompany the master to die. Seeing Jiang Yanchen walking slowly in the crowd, he could only hear him ask a little bit in his ears, but he couldn't hear a word clearly. In front of him, he saw only patches of blood splattering and scattering, and one by one the corpses fell to the ground, unable to prostrate themselves.

Nangong Xue's eyes were full of tears, and she shouted: "Stop! Stop! You kill me, don't hurt my senior brother and them again!" The original owner closed his eyes and sighed: "It's really a crime!

Jiang Yanchen walked around the side of a person and split the back of his neck into two with one palm. Just as he was about to take a step, a sneer suddenly came from his side, Meng Anying was lying on the ground with his hands behind his back, but at this time he had slowly sat up straight, and said: "If you don't say a word beforehand, you will suddenly use heavy troops to suppress the realm, plus poison gas to seal people's internal breath, if anyone can have such sufficient equipment first, why worry about not being able to take down a sect?

Jiang Yanchen frowned and said, "Oh, in this way, Master Meng is not convinced, but I don't know what you can do with the way you look in front of you?"

Meng Anying was silent, and suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, the ropes on her body crackled and snapped, and slipped down one by one, like a little snake that had lost its life. Bent his knees on the ground and stood up, his face was cold and arrogant, and he showed a domineering spirit that would never admit defeat. The joints of the limbs exploded, the eyes seemed to be several times clearer in an instant, and the hair stood up slightly, as if the wind had been blown into long and narrow barbs, and the figure was particularly tall.

The original owner of the village had seen Ping Ruoyu taking poison and falling into the devil in Pingjiazhuang, how similar was what he saw in front of him? The difference was that there was no madness in Meng Anying's eyes.

Jiang Yanchen was also slightly surprised, after all, he valued Meng Anying as the head of Huashan, and he didn't dare to underestimate him too much, and once pointed out his acupoints in a unique way. It stands to reason that Meng Anying is not only difficult to move, but also has severe pain all over her body. And where did he recover the internal strength, so that he could quickly break the rope and stand up as if nothing had happened, looking like he had never been injured?

Although Jiang Yanchen is arrogant, he does not dare to take enemies with unknown strength too lightly. Snorted coldly, pretending to be disdainful, and said, "Yo, isn't it good? After a few years, Master Meng's internal skills have really made profound progress, which is gratifying." ”

Meng Anying said coldly: "Don't be verbose, how is the old man's kung fu, and the Seven Evil Saint Monarchs are not able to comment." You have captured all of us and put them under house arrest, but you have never had a fight with our real swords and guns, will it be spread by public mouth in the future that our Huashan faction is planted under the incense? If the opponent is a real strong man, it will not be in vain to die at his hands. The only person Meng respected in his life was not the so-called gentleman with a mask on his face, but an out-and-out strong man. All my life, I have been pursuing the opportunity to challenge the truly strong!"

Jiang Yanchen frowned and said, "Okay, this sentence, I like it." For the sake of what you say is to my liking, you are now seriously wounded, and I will not take advantage of you. You will dismantle the two tricks with my apprentice, and look at the top of this Chaoyang platform, who is the strongest. Meng Anying snorted coldly: "Huangkou Xiaoer, you are not worthy of doing it with me." You're going to deal with me with such a stinky and undried person?"

Xuan Shuang was unhappy in her heart and said: "Personal strength is not based on age alone. Many people have practiced all their lives, and their hair and beard have turned a lot white, maybe their martial arts are not as good as a young man who has just debuted, and that is also there. You are procrastinating and refusing to do anything with me, just because you are afraid of losing, right? You are not a heroic man who challenges the strong and wants to seek justice, but a young man who is a young man who is untrustworthy and tries to take the opportunity to escape. When you get to the battlefield, how can you still choose your opponent? If you don't want to fight with the enemy's main generals, can you just open the city gate and respectfully invite them in to show your disdain? No matter how bad Xiao Wang is, he is always the famous Blood Demon Young Master in the rivers and lakes in recent years, and he really can't get into the eyes of Master Meng's sect like this?"

Meng Anying snorted, and the right to acquiesce. Li Yijie shouted from the side: "Xuanshuang!

Xuan Shuang glanced at him indifferently, his voice was as firm as ice, and said, "You have recognized the wrong person, my name is Ling Shuang Ash, the deputy sect leader of the Blood Demon Sect, not the Xuan Shuang you said. There is a lonely family, where is the master from here?" then made a full number of salutes, bowed back to the back, and said, "Master Meng, this is polite." The little nephew is not good at learning, and he hopes that Master Meng's subordinates will be more merciful. ”

Meng Anying said: "These polite words, wait until the competition is enough, success or failure can not be achieved by patting sycophants." Once the duel is dueled, you must have the consciousness of gambling on life and death, as a famous blood demon young master, don't you even understand this?" Xuan Shuang said in his heart: "Be polite to you, don't take it as a blessing." No longer bowing to him, one heel turned out, his palms interlaced, and he struck at Meng Anying.

Meng Anying stood tall, and her body didn't move. Waiting for him to attack in front of him, his arms turned in a circle, bringing up a burst of rotating airflow, and pushed towards Xuanshuang. The shallow Huashan Kung Fu alone will never reach such a situation.

Xuanshuang was surprised, and in surprise he hurriedly turned over and left, rolled on the ground, and stood up again. Meditation was abrupt, and the internal breath circulated in the body for a week, and the palms were immediately filled with true qi. Just when he looked up and turned around, he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and Meng Anying had rushed to it like lightning.

The acupuncture points have been lit for several days and nights, and even if they really rush through the acupoints with internal force, the limbs should be sore and weak, and they will not work well. And forcibly breaking through the acupoint confinement requires a lot of true qi, and it is not easy. Why is it that now Meng Anying's kung fu has not only not decreased, but has risen to more than one level? Xuan Shuang was still puzzled, the offensive had arrived in front of him in a blink of an eye, and he had no choice but to take a step forward, push out with both palms, and take a hard palm. The heart and lungs trembled at the same time, and he slid away and re-established the formation.

Li Yijie was surprised and delighted, and said, "It seems that the master has hope of victory!" and then thought to himself: "Xuanshuang is just a child, even if he has practiced hard for a year, how much progress can he make?" I am really dizzy, I am worried that the master will lose to him...... Or should I say, the Seven Evil Saints are dizzy, and they will ask a child to deal with the world-famous head of Huashan.

Just thinking about it, Xuan Shuang had already made more than a dozen moves with him, and Meng Anying's palms were as dense as rain, leaving no gaps, and it really became an all-pervasive offensive. Xuanshuang's eyebrows twisted, and he couldn't spare his hand to smoke the sun and moon wheels. At the beginning, he was able to rely on his flexible body and dodge left and right, but he finally didn't get a corner of his clothes. However, after a long time, his physical strength gradually ran out, and he could no longer jump, so he could only be forced to retreat step by step. I felt a strong pressure in my chest, almost suffocating.

Jiang Yanchen only watched Xuanshuang's movements casually at first, but gradually turned to Meng Anying, looked at it a few more times, and his expression gradually turned solemn, as if he was a little thoughtful.