In the dark night, under the moonlight, the breeze on Dongting Lake was light, and it suddenly shimmered. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Jun is like an island in the sea, in this wide Dongting Lake. The trees glowed with phosphorescence under the moonlight, and the breeze rustled lightly, everything seemed so natural, as if everything was so perfect.

At this time, Hong Qigong, who was hiding in the dark, saw Yang Kang, who was suddenly transformed by Zhao Zhijing under the moonlight, like Nirvana, and felt a little pity in his heart. If his stupid apprentice can be the same as this person, his beggar gang also has a successor, but although his apprentice is the same size as this person, he is like a dumb melon. Hong Qigong, who secretly said pity in his heart, suddenly smiled and muttered to himself: "If Jing'er is the same as Yang Kang, then I'm afraid I won't accept him as a disciple!"

Under the moonlight, Zhao Zhijing, who heard Yang Kang's words, the smile on his face remained unchanged at all. In the eyes of everyone, he suddenly laughed and said: "Senior Brother Yang is really not simple, I must have seen a lot of winds and waves, Senior Brother, this little trick of mine will naturally not be put in your eyes." It's just that there was an insult in the words of the junior and younger brother before, and even his own master did not scruple about it, which can be described as bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors. Senior brother, as a senior disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, I have no choice but to clean up the portal for my uncle, and I hope that my junior brother will not be surprised!"

Zhao Zhijing's face remained unchanged, and the cold words kept echoing above this Jun Mountain, but that smile was still so sincere, as if he was really asking Yang Kang for his opinion. Looking at this white figure, everyone immediately remembered it deeply in their hearts, only to see such a conversation and laughter, how could a person who asked others to take his life be a soft-handed person, I am afraid that someone will make him unhappy, and the head on his neck will be lost!

"Senior brother is serious, but what I said is true, for the sake of morality in this river and lake, junior brother I have no choice but to tell the truth, if there is anything to live in, I hope that senior brother Haihan. As for what Senior Brother said about cleaning up the portal, I'm afraid I can't say it. Today, the junior disciple is already the leader of the beggar gang and has nothing to do with the Quanzhen Sect, so how can he clean up the portal. If the senior brother wants the senior brother's head, just come. As he spoke, the divine light in Yang Kang's eyes became even stronger, and a general trend condensed in his body.

After saying that, Yang Kang's eyes swept away the many beggar gang disciples standing on the side at this time, and suddenly the spiritual qi of many disciples seemed to be transformed at this moment, Zhao Zhijing The innate god in the sea opened his eyes, and saw tiny pillars of qi standing upright from the heads of many beggar gang disciples, although it was small, but the strong aura was very strong. At this time, Zhao Zhijing secretly said in his heart: "If it weren't for his own existence, as long as these people survive tonight, with the spirit of this body, maybe the strength of the beggar gang will increase again in the near future." But having one's own existence can only mean that everything is over!"

After thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing, who was holding on the hilt of the sword with one hand, slowly spoke: "Senior brother, maybe you have forgotten one thing! No matter what the wisdom in your heart is, you always need the support of strength in this world. It's just that none of the beggars on this Jun Mountain are the enemies of my brother, and your life will be understood today!"

As the words fell, the Purple Emperor Sword that was not in the scabbard was slowly pulled out, and the purple jade-like sword body shone with wisps of purple brilliance under the moonlight, sliding out of the scabbard inch by inch, and the wisps of sword qi had already stirred up around Zhao Zhijing at this moment. Suddenly, Yang Kang felt a slight tingling sensation coming from his arm clenching the dog-beating stick.

At a closer look, he saw several thin lines of blood appearing on his arm, and it turned out that Zhao Zhijing's fluttering sword qi slid by, and immediately tore the skin on Yang Kang's arm silently. At this moment, Yang Kang, who looked at the blood stains on his arm, suddenly sighed in his heart: "This person is really a superb cultivator, if this sword qi slides through his throat, as long as he increases his strength, he will already go to see the king of Hades." ”

Thinking about it, ignoring the slight stinging pain on his arm, Yang Kang saw that the Purple Emperor Sword that was not in the scabbard before had been pulled out at this time, and the sword body of more than three feet was glowing with a gentle color like purple jade under the moonlight, but in this mild color, Yang Kang felt a dangerous sense of sharpness, as if his life was under this wisp of breath, just like an ant, as long as a finger was gently crushed, his life would end.

Ignoring the strong fear in his heart, Yang Kang swept his eyes and saw that the disciples of the beggar gang who were surrounding at this time had already held their bamboo canes tightly in their hands, as long as Zhao Zhijing had the slightest movement, it would be followed by the attack of everyone on this Jun Mountain, even if his martial arts cultivation was strong, he would inevitably be injured!

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the wisps of sword roar like a dragon's groan sounded at this moment. Zhao Zhijing, who was holding a long sword, was no longer gentle as before, but a sharp aura that pierced the sky. Sweeping his eyes, Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Senior brother, do you really think that these people can hurt senior brother? Senior brother let you see, all schemes are useless in the face of overwhelming strength. ”

When the words fell, Zhao Zhijing suddenly let out a clear whistle. I saw Zhao Zhijing's figure flash under the moonlight, and suddenly phantoms appeared. The figure moved rapidly, like a streamer. The evening breeze was blowing, and the leaves were rolling up and rustling. Just in an instant, or in an instant, Yang Kang, who had two eyes in his eyes, came back to his senses and saw that Zhao Zhijing was standing in front of him again.

Under the moonlight, Yang Kang's eyes swept away, and the beggar disciples in front of him were still standing on the ground one by one, but the expressions on their faces were as petrified as if they had not changed in the slightest. In this short period of time, Zhao Zhijing actually **** out his true yuan like rain, and the beggar disciples couldn't move one by one.

Regardless of the horror on Yang Kang's face, the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand suddenly flashed, and the sword sank into the scabbard. Yang Kang, who thought that Zhao Zhijing was going to take his life, didn't feel the slightest tingle, but just watched a strand of hair fall out in front of his eyes. Zhao Zhijing, who stretched out his hand to take the jasper bamboo cane in Yang Kang's hand, suddenly shouted: "Qigong, you still have to deal with the affairs of your beggar gang! ”

After saying that, the jasper bamboo cane in Zhao Zhijing's hand was suddenly thrown away. Suddenly, a figure shot out from the shadows, grabbing the jasper bamboo cane in the air in his hand. Everyone saw that this person was dressed in ragged robes, and a big vermilion gourd hung on his waist, it was Hong Qigong. (To be continued.) )