Su Wanling saw that Zheng Lang's Moon Shadow Slash was not very powerful, not even as strong as the Xuan's master's hard blow, it seemed that his own strength was really ordinary. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The four black-robed men wrapped their wounds, and the black-robed men at the head had gloomy faces and asked, "You... Be.. Who is it? How dare you come... Come to the Bad Raven God... The business of the doorman. "Su Wanling has never heard of the name of the Raven God, and she doesn't know where the headquarters of this sect is and what the martial arts school is.

Zheng Lang frowned, and he was also at a loss: "I don't know what the crow god and pig god are below, I am here for the spirit beasts in the bamboo bushes, and you have the same purpose as below, right? As he spoke, the blue blue long knife was raised again.

The black-robed man at the head smiled and said, "With your little ability, can you take the lead and do anything about Lao Tzu?" stretched out his arms left and right, and the two crows fell on his wrists, and with a strange cry, they turned into a cloud of black gas, and melted into the arms of the black-robed man at the head, and the arms were covered with black patterns, like ink dyeing, and the paint was dripping. With a loud shout, he made a cone with his left hand and claws with his right hand, attacking Zheng Lang.

Every time he passed by the claws and cones of the black-robed man, Zheng Lang smelled a rancid smell, and he expected that the black-robed man had poisonous substances in his body, so he was more cautious. The people of the Crow God Sect usually raise crows with carrion corpses, "Crow Spirit Devouring" is a blessing exercise, absorb the poison of the carrion corpse raised by the crows into their own body, and when confronting the enemy, the poison can be transmitted along the blade and energy, and the enemy is stained with a little, and the poison immediately swims all over the body, turning people into rotting corpses.

Zheng Lang fought with the black-robed man with a green blue long knife for a few rounds, and then he was defeated by the black-robed man, seeing his left cone attacking quickly, he leaned to dodge, but unexpectedly, the black-robed man's right claw suddenly poked out, and grabbed Zheng Lang's chest with lightning speed.

Zheng Lang's legs froze, his body leaned back, and his clothes were still torn by his claws, and a turquoise object flew into the air, Su Wanling could see clearly, it was the Qinglian pendant. Zheng Lang saw that the pendant was out of his body, and hurriedly reached out to grab it, and the black-robed man at the head saw that he looked eager, but he didn't let him succeed, and the black gas of his left cone hand dispersed, like a puff of black smoke swept through, hitting the Qinglian pendant into the distance. The Qinglian pendant flew towards Su Wanling impartially, and Su Wanling reached out to catch it.

Zheng Lang secretly complained: His Qinglian pendant does have the effect of increasing the martial arts, if he uses the martial art "Qinglian Blue Sky" to deal with it at the beginning, he may not be able to defeat the black-robed man led by this, but he hates himself for being too big, and now he loses the pendant, but he is in danger. Seeing that the black-robed man in the lead was attacking at the same time with his left claw and right claw, he couldn't dodge, and all his thoughts were lost, closing his eyes and waiting for death.

Suddenly, a coquettish sound sounded, and he was safe and sound, Zheng Lang opened his eyes, only to see Su Wanling wielding a flower whip, already fighting with the black-robed man led by him. At this moment, Su Wanling's flower whip was covered with thunder and sparks, obviously activating the spiritual power of the star bracelet to help.

Zheng Lang escaped death and shouted loudly: "Girl, although you stabbed me with a needle, you care about me very much in your heart, otherwise how can you save me? I will fight my father to blame and marry you into the door." ”

Su Wanling was struggling to block the fight, and when she heard that Zheng Lang didn't help herself at this time, but she was still talking nonsense, she was furious, and shouted: "What crazy are you talking about!

Zheng Langzheng was overjoyed, and suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and he saw the black-robed man in the head rushing towards him angrily, his hands were flustered, his sleeves were fluttering, and his energy was gushing out. His cultivation is not yet at the Xuan Rank, how can this blow of power swing away the leader of the black-robed man? The leader of the black-robed man did not dodge, he hardly withstood the impact of his strength, and slammed his left hand cone towards Zheng Lang's head.

Su Wanling saw that Zheng Lang died in an instant, and she also regretted it a little, she shouldn't have killed him on impulse, but it was too late to save him at this time.

The black-robed man's left hand cone hit the top of Zheng Lang's head, thinking that Zheng Lang must have burst out of his brain, died on the spot, or was poisoned by the rotting corpse and turned into a zombie, but he didn't know that Zheng Lang's head was fine, and his left hand was violently shocked, as if it hit the steel of Bailian, and after a loud "click", the qi surged, pushing his body far away.

Su Wanling and the other three black-robed people were surprised and surprised. Zheng Lang saw that the black-robed man led by the wave of qi was pushed out, half-knelt on the ground, touched his chest with his hand, seemed to have suffered internal injuries, his heart moved, and shouted: "Mr. Chang, are you here?"

There was a dissatisfied snort from behind the peak, and a person could hear it: "Who else could it be if it wasn't me?" Everyone was surprised, and a figure flew in front of Zheng Lang like an arrow. This person was dressed in a black robe, his beard was half black and half white, his face was wrinkled like a knife, and he stood on the ground, majestic and majestic. In his hand was a very wide and thin blue transparent blade, barely visible.

Zheng Lang smiled at the old man and said, "Mr. Chang, if you hadn't come to help me, I would have died here!" Thank you, Mr. Chang." ”

The old man surnamed Chang swept his eyes, and the beautiful woman hiding in the high place was also seen by him, and shouted angrily: "Wuxing prodigal son, you are so bold. If it weren't for Lao Tzu's back, how could he be poor here with you idiot? Now that Lao Tzu is protecting your life, you are hiding with Lao Tzu, isn't this going to be bad for Lao Tzu?"

Zheng Lang smiled and said, "Mr. Chang is angry. I just met a beautiful woman in Jinju, she is the wife of Huang Boqi, a wealthy gentleman in Feifeng City, and I fell in love with her and took her all the way. Mr. Chang is fierce, if he frightens the beauty, wouldn't it be a pity? Even if Mr. Chang follows us around, it will ruin the scenery!"

The surname Chang Lao is a character who crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, and people are frightened when they hear his name, he is arrogant, if he was so rude and ridiculed in normal times, he would have been killed with a knife, but he has a handle in the hands of Zheng Lang's father, although he is angry, he can't attack him. Turning around and shouting at the four black-robed people, "You four are so bold! This prodigal son is insignificant, does not know whether he lives or dies, his family education is corrupt, his ability is low, and his virtue is even more of a mess, it is simply not a pity to die, and he deserves to be cut with a thousand knives!" The four of them were surprised when they saw the old man surnamed Chang scolding Zheng Lang.

On the side, Su Wan said in her heart: "It is true that there is no distinction between severity and seriousness, I don't know whether I live or die, and my ability is low, but I don't know if the other two are true or false." ”

But the old man surnamed Chang said again: "But Lao Tzu promised people to protect him thoroughly, he deserves to die, how can you kill him? Lao Tzu's reputation is almost ruined in your hands, and the four of you will all have to die! Say, who will come first? Or will you rush up?"

The black-robed man's breath had not yet been evenly adjusted, and he did not answer. The people of the Raven God Sect have always gloated, as long as someone is killed or injured, whether it is friend or foe, they are secretly happy. The three of them saw that the black-robed man at the head was pale, they were both worried and a little happy, and said to the old man surnamed Chang: "Old man, our leader has the strongest martial arts, so naturally we have to let him compete with you first, if you want to kill, kill him first, and then it's not too late to compete with us." ”

The leader of the black-robed people knew the temperament of this group of fellow disciples, and if they could beat their opponents, they would flatter and curry favor, and if they lost to their opponents, they would use themselves as shields. He was not angry, and said coldly: "Shura Ghost Chang Diao, he said that he would kill us all, can it be fake?" As soon as these words came out, the three black-robed people and Su Wanling were moved, staring at the surnamed Chang Lao together, asking him for confirmation.

The old man surnamed Chang smiled and said, "You little ghost is fighting with Lao Tzu's true anger, and you can see through Lao Tzu's origin, so you have insight." This is undoubtedly a self-confession.

Su Wanling glanced at his left hand, and saw that the little finger and ring finger of his left hand were cut off together, and said in her heart: "Sure enough, it's him." When she listened to her father tell about martial arts characters and allusions, she mentioned that Shura Ghost Changdiao, this person is cruel and hot, does things both right and evil, martial arts cultivation is extremely high, seems to have reached the ground level, and is extremely trustworthy, what he says definitely counts, and he bets with others, and never loses his account.

He gambled in the casino back then, and when he lost sexually, he had no money on him, so he used his little finger and ring finger as bets, and finally lost two fingers. With his ability at that time, it was easy to escape or kill, but he did what he said, which was extremely valuable. Although his father sneered at many people whose martial arts realm was higher than him, he praised him. Listening to his conversation with Zheng Lang, it can be inferred that he had made a bet with Zheng Lang's father, and if he lost the bet, he wanted to protect Zheng Lang's safety.

The three black-robed people thought of the rumors about the Shura ghost, and compared it with the image of the old man in front of them, they found that there was a good fit, and their bodies were half cold. The Shura ghost is ruthless, and I don't know how many dead souls there are under the Shura knife in his hand, even if the words just now are rising, even if they have said it, they will definitely do it, and the four of them are not as good as him, so they have to besiege him together, hoping to get some chance to escape.

The black-robed man at the head of the group opened up his breath for a while, and shouted, "Thousand Crows Killing Array!" The six crows fell on the arms of the other three in twos, turning into black qi and merging into each person's arms. The four of them picked up the sickle, stood in four directions, east, west, north and south, and kept the formation and rushed towards Changdiao.

Chang Diao sneered: "The Thousand Crow Killing Formation of the noisy old monster is a single martial art, not a formation, and the four of you can't cultivate it, you really treat the jade as a stubborn stone." With a long roar, his body pulled up, and he reached the middle of the four people, turned the Shura knife in his hand a few times, and said nonchalantly: "Lao Tzu is playing with you!"

When the four of them saw him break into the center, they said in their hearts: "You are facing us head-on, the power of the Thousand Crows Killing Array is enough for you to drink a pot, and now you are breaking into the formation and being attacked from all sides, if you still let you win, we can cultivate in vain!"

Chang Diao danced the blue seal of the Shura knife frame, "Ping Pong" After a burst of blade intersecting sounds, there was a strange cry of "quack" in the sky, and after a while, the whole sky was noisy and disturbed.

Su Wanling and Zheng Lang looked up, only to see that the entire sky was black and oppressive, all of them were crows, which darkened the Xiangfei stream a lot, and the crows flew towards Changdiao, the sharp beak flashed with yellow light, coupled with the momentum of the swoop, its lethality was no less than that of a sharp sword and a sword.