It was the height of summer, his clothes were thin, and Li Longyan's protective soft armor had long been unworn on his body, and he was attacked by the old man's hair needle, and he was hit by six or seven pieces in a row.

The old man's needle was highly poisonous, and in a moment, Li Longyan only felt that the itching on his shoulders and calves was gradually developing, and his internal breath was not running smoothly.

He has been washed by Li Jiatang's medicinal bath since he was a child, and has a strong resistance to poisons, and the other party has no choice but to put drunken drugs on the carriage;

In front of it is a deep alley, there are not many pedestrians, and there are three or two stalls on the side of the street that buy fried rice and fried noodles and other late-night food stalls, and one of them has four or five people seated. Li Longyan wanted to run to a crowded place, the old man might have scruples about killing people, so he took a deep breath at the moment, mentioned his internal strength, and rushed over there.

The old man sent silver needles to attack, and it was originally planned that even if Li Longyan did not die immediately, his actions would be greatly hindered, but seeing that this kid was still running like flying, the old man was furious, thinking that this kid could never stay, with his such hard work, if he didn't get rid of it this time, it would be a big disaster in the future.

His killing intent was even hotter, and he chased after more than ten zhang, and after chasing more than ten zhang, he was only three or four zhang away from Li Longyan, and the light flashed in front of him, and six or seven cold lights shot head-on, but it was Li Longyan's sudden flying sword attack.

This time it came suddenly, if it was a person with a slightly worse martial arts, there would be a few more transparent holes on the body. Thanks to the strong martial arts of the old man in the green robe, at this moment, both palms pushed together, and the palm wind shook the flying sword in front of him, and at the same time, he stepped on the ground, his body jumped two feet high, and avoided the seven short swords when he could not make a move;

The old man's heart was pounding, and he was shocked and angry, he was a famous person in the martial arts, and he captured this fifteen or sixteen-year-old offspring, not only could he catch up, but he also almost hit the trick, if it was spread out, it would be a big shame. He snorted angrily and shouted: "Boy, I will flee to the edge of the sky, and I will chase you back!" Seeing that Li Longyan's footsteps were already staggering, knowing that the poison was attacking, the cold light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he rushed forward and slashed his palm behind him.

Li Longyan ran away with Xiao Fei in his arms, and after being poisoned, he felt his heart beating and panting, and Xiao Fei's body in his arms seemed to be getting heavier and heavier; his eyes were stinging, and he saw that things in front of him were blurry. Listening to the strong palm wind behind him, he greeted each other with his palms, his palms were connected, the old man's palms were spitting out, Li Longyan's body flew forward three feet, his feet touched the ground, he rolled over with the trend, and removed most of his palm power, only to hear the chaotic sound of ping-pong, knocked down two tables, four or five stools, but it turned out to be a food stall.

Several tables of guests exclaimed in unison. Li Longyan was still holding Xiaofei with his left hand, and his right palm was on the ground, and he jumped up. In the blur, I saw several guests running into the street to dodge and shout, and a black-robed man was sitting at a table not far away, but he didn't move.

The old man in the green robe didn't wait for Li Longyan to breathe, he pounced again, and hit him left and right with two palms in a row. Li Longyan also slapped his palm, took three steps back, put Xiaofei on a bench, turned around and scolded: "Old thing!

His palms flew up, and he used the wind slashing palm technique to fight with the old man. Although his internal strength has been greatly reduced, this way of palm is very exquisite, and he fights with the old man in an empty body, and he does not fall behind for a while.

As soon as seven or eight moves came out, I heard a soft sigh from the mouth of the man in black not far away, and he seemed quite surprised.

The two fought for more than 20 years, although Li Longyan was still able to support, but listening to the footsteps on the street, the Turning Spirit Sect cadres had already arrived and surrounded the small stalls;

Li Longyan was anxious, the situation in front of him was already under siege, he was poisoned, and it was already difficult to win against the old man in the green robe, if he used his light skills to escape with all his strength at this time, there might be a chance to escape, but Xiaofei was still around, how could he ignore it and leave?

Thinking of the first time he met Xiaofei today, before he had time to talk about the old situation, he was chased and killed by the wicked, Li Longyan couldn't help but be angry in his heart, bloody burst, and shouted, the internal force of the way of breath was exerted to the extreme, and the palm of the wind was split with one move, the palm power was everywhere, the tables and stools were broken, and the trees were flying sideways.

The old man in the green robe took three palms, his chest was churning with blood and qi, knowing that this kid had good internal strength, and he was in a hurry now, and he didn't dare to be his head. At that moment, he floated out and shouted: "The kid has to work hard, everyone is together, take it as soon as possible!"

The crowd shouted, drew their swords, and rushed forward.

Li Longyan's vision was inconvenient, and when he heard the wind of the blades around him, he immediately picked up a bench and swung it, blocking three or four swords, only to hear a soft sound on the ground, and his calf was slashed, and a pain in his chest was slashed by a sword.

The sword sliced open his shirt on his chest, and blood poured out, and a swarthy thing fell, falling to the ground, with a thud.

The men glanced at it and saw that the thing on the ground was a swarthy iron plaque in the shape of a hexagonal shape.

If it weren't for this iron card blocking it, Shicai's sword would have been enough to seriously injure Li Longyan.

Liang Sanquan remembered the situation in Heilonggang that night, and shouted: "Stinky boy, there are quite a lot of magic weapons to protect yourself! The old man wants to take a look, it can save your life a few times!"

Li Longyan's chest was bleeding like an infusion, although the sword only scratched the muscles, the wound was very long, and the bleeding could not be stopped. He was slightly dizzy in his head, the drug between the drunken flowers had no effect before, and at this moment his internal strength was greatly lost, his body was exhausted, and he even appeared dizzy. Seeing the four of them killing together, he snorted and said in his heart: "Are you really going to die here this time?" Alas, Xiaofei, Brother Long Yan can't protect you......

Taking a breath, his sleeves shook and swung forward, the wind was like iron, swinging two swords and a sword, and his sleeves were also torn. Liang Sanquan went straight forward, avoided the wind in his sleeve, slapped his palm on Li Longyan's lower abdomen, and stabbed his throat straight at the beginning of the short knife.

Li Longyan was in the palm of his lower abdomen, and his breath was closed for a while, and he saw the cold light flashing in front of him, and the enemy's short knife finally stabbed. This time, his body couldn't move, he couldn't dodge anymore, his heart was slightly cold, and he raised his eyes to look at Xiaofei to see her for the last time.

Seeing that the knife was about to reach the neck, suddenly a thin iron rod reached out from the side and rested on top of the short knife. Liang Sanquan only felt a sharp shock in his wrist, and a cold air from the knife suddenly came, and half of his body seemed to be frozen by the ancient Xuan ice.

As soon as the iron rod was touched, the short knife that adhered to Liang Sanquan retracted, Liang Sanquan's short knife was out of his hand, but the power of the strange cold never subsided, and the acupoints of his whole body were sealed, standing on the ground, maintaining a stabbing posture, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

The thin iron staff was lifted into the air, and with a slight tremble, only to hear a loud sound, and the short knife attached to the head of the staff broke into several pieces, flew out, and with a few snorts, inserted into the surrounding wooden pillars, and penetrated several inches.

Everyone was shocked and inexplicable, and they all looked together, but saw that the other end of the thin iron rod was held in the hand of a black-robed old man. The old man slowly turned his head and looked at everyone, and everyone looked at his appearance, only to see a pair of magnificent faces and bones, and a pair of eyes with a faint red light.