"Just in your small temple, when you weren't paying attention, Lao Tzu got in touch with the remaining cronies of Tiger Roaring Hall, and then sent them a task. ”

Geng Huang once again showed a happy smile on his face at this time, "Do you know what task I assigned to them?"

Monk Nanshan was already speechless in pain at this time, where could he still answer his question.

So Geng Huang asked himself and replied: "I sent them to your hometown, found your home when the Soul Sword Shen fell, and let them kill everyone in the Shen family, not even a chicken or a dog." Subsequently, let them find Qiu Heng, the little bastard, give him the severed heads, and tell him that these people are the family of the Nanshan monk. ”

"What will this little bastard do when he gets these heads? You old bald donkey is in his way, and he will not be able to avenge his blood revenge, and this little bastard will naturally hate you to the bone. Once he gets these heads, he will naturally come to you with them, and willingly carry all the black pots on his back. He smirked.

"Tsk, in this way, you two can't kill each other if you don't want to. When the time comes, Lao Tzu only needs to wait until you are both defeated to come out and clean up the mess. How, isn't this a good plan, hahahaha......"

Qiu Heng, who was seriously injured and collapsed on the ground, stretched out his hand, pointed at Geng Huang and said hatefully: "It turned out to be you, it turned out to be you! I was so stupid, I fell into your trap......

Geng Huang laughed contemptuously and said, "Just because you still want to take revenge? Now, you're both defeated, what can you do with me, hahahaha......"

After laughing at Qiu Heng, Geng Huang turned his head to look at the Nanshan monk who was already dying, and said, "Old bald donkey, do you know why Lao Tzu wants to tell you this?"

At this time, the monk of Nanshan had already arrived at the place of dying, and he was about to go to Bliss, and he went to the Buddha to participate in the way of cutting meat and feeding the eagle.

However, even if he was completely speechless at this moment, the fire of hatred in his eyes and the extremely painful remorse on his face still couldn't be concealed.

"Hehe, I just want to see what your hypocritical old bald donkey looks like now, this look of remorse, this look of wanting to bite me to death. "At this time, Geng Huang, how can he still have the majesty of the master of the Tiger Roaring Hall, but he is more like a villain with lofty ambitions.

"Come on, get up and kill me, if you have the ability to tell Lao Tzu those big truths again......!

Monk Nanshan listened to Geng Huang's ridicule, thought of his relatives who were killed by his mercy, and stretched out his hand and pointed at Geng Huang, as if he wanted to say something. It's just that he was angry for a while, and a mouthful of blood spurted out as if he didn't want money, and his outstretched hand suddenly drooped, and he died in bliss.

Geng Huang looked at the dead Nanshan monk, cautiously came to his side, tested it, and found that the old monk was really dead and couldn't die anymore. Then he took out a dagger from his waist, cut off the old monk's head with a knife, and then flew up with hatred, kicked the head far away, and fell into the grass and trees.

After doing this, Geng Huang turned to Qiu Heng, who was also seriously injured, but had not died for a while, and said with a smile: "Little bastard, I let you escape back then, this time let's see how Lao Tzu regulates you." Don't worry, I won't let you die so soon, Lao Tzu wants you to taste the torture of one hundred and eight times in the world, and make you regret being born in this world. ”

Geng Huang hated this person very much at this time, hated him for ruining the foundation of the Tiger Roar Hall that he had worked hard to establish for decades, and hated him for killing almost all the people in the Geng family, so he wanted him to taste the torture of the world in order to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

It's just that Geng Huang didn't know that this Qiu Heng had used the trick of burning blood and demon skills, which was equivalent to the end of the life, and he had already cut off his life, or he would have to go to Huangquan to report in a few moments.

The people of Lianyun Villa have not moved since Geng Huang appeared, watching the vendetta of these three people coldly.

Just because in the eyes of everyone in Lianyun Villa, the hypocritical old monk, the avenger who is crazy enough to kill innocents indiscriminately, and the initiator who is stained with blood are not good people, just watch them kill each other with a cold eye.

It's just that no one thought that the plot would be twists and turns. First Geng Huang seriously injured Qiu Heng, and then Geng Huang attacked the old monk of Nanshan, and what is even more unexpected is that this Geng Huang actually told the truth about the killing of the Nanshan monk's family. Qiu Heng, who originally thought he was the murderer, turned out to be just a poor person who voluntarily carried the black pot out of hatred.

This series of changes, ups and downs, Luo Yin and everyone in Lianyun Villa who watched it didn't know what to say.

When Geng Huang smiled and was about to walk towards Qiu Heng, the owner of Lianyun Mountain Villa, who had been silent, finally moved.

Since he already knew that this Qiu Heng was not a madman who killed innocents indiscriminately, he couldn't let him be killed by Geng Huang, so Master Li Zhuang took his long sword out of the sheath, and his figure attacked Geng Huang as soon as he moved, "There is an old man here, don't want to hurt people!"

Geng Huang sneered and said, "Finally, I can't help but do it, just let Lao Tzu learn the stunt of Lianyun Villa!"

Luo Yin saw that Li Jing had already made a move, so it was not good to intervene again, so he was at ease to watch the battle from the sidelines, if the owner of Li Zhuang won, then he would have to do it himself; if the owner of Li Zhuang was defeated, then he had to come out and clean up the mess by himself.

The two sides respectively used the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box outside the Nanshan Temple, Li Jing Lianyun's swordsmanship was smart and ethereal, and the sword was pointed directly at Geng Huang's vital point in a flash; Geng Huang's tiger roaring fist was extremely powerful, and the sound of the tiger roaring dragon chanting between the fists was faint.

The more they fought, the more frightened they became, and they both realized that they really underestimated each other, and there was no vanity under their fame, and they were really a rare strong enemy in this life.

Before I knew it, a hundred moves had passed, and the two were evenly matched, and no one could help anyone. Among them, Li Jing was even more frightened, in the hand, he found that this Geng Huang's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and his boxing skills were becoming more and more powerful, quite a tiger, and he only felt that if he continued to fight, the situation would become unfavorable to him.

At this moment, Geng Huang suddenly spoke: "Master Li Zhuang is really good, Lianyun swordsmanship is worthy of being a stunt that has been inherited for a hundred years in the rivers and lakes. You and I might as well stop the war, otherwise we won't be able to achieve a result even if we continue to fight. ”

Don't look at Geng Huang's fight now more and more fiercely, gradually becoming a trend of suppressing Li Zhuang, but only he knows the suffering. The reason why his boxing skills are becoming more and more powerful is only due to the characteristics of the exercises, and if he continues to fight, his tiger roaring fist will be unsustainable, and at that time there will be only one way to lose.

Moreover, the Tiger Roar Hall was destroyed, and he was the only one left here, and there were dozens of people on the other side outside at this time.

Those disciples of Lianyun Mountain Villa may be far inferior to Li Jing in martial arts, but ants bite elephants to death, and he can't help but take this into consideration, so he put forward a proposal to wave his hand.