Huang Hatshui stared at the bench that extended to the door of the hall, the worried look in his eyes became more and more solemn, and he said slowly for a long time: "After this incident, the strength of our Golden Dragon Gang has been greatly reduced, I am afraid that it will not be long before we will be removed from the rivers and lakes, it is sad and lamentable, even the first master of our Golden Dragon Gang has died under the knife without regrets." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After saying these words, Huang Hatshui suddenly stood up, made a big salute to Zhang Feng, and then continued: "I also hope that Zhang Daxia will look at the face of his fellow people in the rivers and lakes and help us Golden Dragon Gang, as long as this matter is done, our Golden Dragon Gang Weihuashan will be the head of the horse."

Zhang Feng's mind was quickly calculating his gains and losses, and he was defeated in the hands of no regrets one after another, his status in the Huashan faction plummeted, according to this, he will be farther and farther away from the position of the head of the Huashan faction, which is why he is stubbornly biting without regrets, if this matter can be done, their Huashan faction will not only expand its power to the Western Regions, but also regain the recognition of the master.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Hate Shui, don't worry, this matter will be handed over to me Zhang Feng! ”

Huang Hatshui once again made a big salute to Zhang Feng and said: "Thank you Zhang Daxia for your help, by the way, I have no regrets to be able to hit my Golden Dragon Gang rudder master alone, Brother Zhang must be careful." ”

Zhang Feng said proudly: "No regrets will never be my opponent, even if his skills are greatly improved, I am sure to take the head of others within ten moves!"

Zhang Feng is gone.

Only Huang Hatshui stood quietly alone in the empty hall, not moving for a long time, looking at the Golden Dragon Gang plaque hanging on the main hall in a daze, he suddenly felt inexplicable loss and sadness.

A black figure appeared in the hall, judging from his dress, he looked like a housekeeper, as soon as he entered the hall, he saluted Huang Hatshui and said: "Young Gang Master, everything is in the hands of Zhang Daxia"?.

"Zhang Daxia saw these things, did he say anything"?

"I only said two very good words" After the person finished speaking, he looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, Huang Hatshui didn't reply, and continued to stare at the plaque on the main hall and said: "You are also the old man of our Golden Dragon Gang, just open your mouth if you want to say anything?"

The housekeeper paused for a moment and said, "Young Gang Master, are we really going to merge into the Huashan Sect?"

"What do you think" Huang Hatshui didn't answer, but asked instead?

"The Golden Dragon Gang is the old gang leader who has worked hard with his brothers for more than 20 years...... If he merges into the Huashan faction because he has no regrets, the old slave is a little unwilling," the housekeeper said in a tone with a hint of weeping.

Huang Hatshui sighed, came to the housekeeper, and said: "Our Golden Dragon Gang has offended the Dugu family and Sanssouci Valley, whether it can survive in the Western Regions is unknown, rather than this, it is better to merge into the Huashan faction, as long as it is merged into the Huashan faction, our Golden Dragon Gang will continue to exist in the martial arts ......."

After Huang Hatshui said these words, he swept towards the southeast corner, he guessed correctly, Zhang Feng of the Huashan faction really sneaked into the hall under the pretext, and the words he said just now entered Zhang Feng's ears word for word.

Now Zhang Feng is already convinced that the Golden Dragon Gang will agree to merge into the Huashan faction because he is desperate, but for him, none of this matters, the most important thing is that because of him Zhang Feng, the Golden Dragon Gang will be merged into the Huashan faction, and because of him Zhang Feng, the Huashan faction will expand its power to the Western Regions.

After many inquiries, the news of no regrets continued to reach the main hall of the Golden Dragon Gang, and also to Zhang Feng, who was bent on seeking revenge on him.

In a wild place, where the hero sword Zhang Feng stood quietly, as if waiting for something, after a while, a tall figure appeared.

looked at Zhang Feng without regrets, dismounted, and then slowly walked towards Zhang Feng, who had an extraordinary bearing and an arrogant expression.

Zhang Feng smiled and said proudly: "No regrets, I will definitely take your head within ten moves!" After speaking, he took two steps forward, stood calmly with his hands behind his back, and carefully stared at Wu Regret, who still had long hair fluttering.

Zhang Feng's eyebrows were slender like a sword, although he just stood quietly on the side of the road with his hands in his hands.

But Wu Regret felt a cold chill on Zhang Feng's body, and the deep true qi made the grass on the wasteland spread forward in a strange ripple shape, and the strong murderous aura made Wu Feng's long hair flutter even more.

No regrets were forced by Zhang Feng to kill people inspired infinite fighting spirit, full of strength, the long knife behind his back was trembling slightly, as if he wanted to get rid of the constraints of the scabbard, "bang", the long knife suddenly popped out of the scabbard under the stimulation of strong murderous energy, and almost at the same time without regrets jumped into the air, holding the handle of the knife and volleying out the Seven Tiger Knife Technique.

Zhang Feng and Feiyun Sword combined into an inseparable and integrated whole, and at the moment when he took the sword, a sword qi like an iron wall, invisible but real, gushed out from him as the center, making him have to resist with luck, otherwise he would inevitably be frightened and collapse without a fight.

The long knife in the hand of no regrets immediately gave birth to a peerless sword qi, and at this moment, the long knife turned into a long rainbow across the sky, and the two invisible and silent sword qi swords struck together, only then there was a continuous sound of whining, and he floated back without regrets, standing horizontally, and the blood in his body was boiling.

Zhang Feng leisurely used the Qingfeng Sword Technique, and the Feiyun Sword suddenly burst into a rain of light in the sky, reflecting the rays of the setting sun, completely isolating the unrepentant gauge line like a light net, and each sword swing carried a strong internal force.

However, Zhang Feng also had to admit that the Seven Tigers Sword Technique was indeed exquisite, unpredictable, and had a compelling domineering spirit.

Without regrets, he slashed out the fifth move with the most variety, Zhang Feng dodged the changing sword light in the sky with a smile, took a step back leisurely, and coldly stabbed out the most proud "Liuyun Leisurely" of Qingfeng Sword Technique.

Without regrets, he looked up to the sky and roared, and he was not afraid to split the tiger jumping mountain stream, such a strange and bloody knife technique also made Zhang Feng's heart tremble, and the Feiyun Sword pulled out a dazzling little flickering sword light stabbed at countless blades like flowing water.

The fine sand on the wasteland was swayed by the strong sword wind and sword qi, and the yellow sand in the sky was stirred and filled the air, only to see the yellow sand rolling like a tide, and no one could see what was happening?

Zhang Feng looked at his left arm in disbelief, blood kept dripping, and suddenly looked at Wu Wu in the distance with some anger, he had not been injured in the rivers and lakes for a long time.

Suddenly, Zhang Feng snorted coldly, stabbed towards Wu Regret like lightning, and his fierce true qi was concentrated on the tip of the Feiyun Sword, proudly stabbing out layers of transparent air ripples.

No regrets smiled, as if there was no way to hide.

Zhang Feng's face showed a happy smile of a hunter hunting his prey, and his face was full of stern and gloomy color at the same time, which made the smile reveal a cold and cruel meaning, and a ray of sunset afterglow gently shot on the long sword in Zhang Feng's hand, reflecting a dazzling light, and he instinctively blinked his eyes slightly.

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