"Uncle" looked at the old man in front of him who still looked the same, but his temperament and prestige were completely different, Zhao Lang smiled bitterly, "Or, should I call you Senior Ouyang?"

The smile on Ouyang Feng's face was inexplicable, the light in his eyes was deep and bottomless, and he said, "Uncle, Lang Haoren, you junior has the courage to play with me who has lost my memory." Since the old man walked the rivers and lakes, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of me!"

It turns out that Ouyang Feng still remembers what happened when he lost his memory, and he thinks about it, these two memories are not in conflict, they should be fused now, this Ouyang Feng should be regarded as a combination of Western Poison and "Lang Good People".

Zhao Lang smiled bitterly: "Senior, it is my fault to conceal and offend you, if you want to kill or chop, although the seniors rushed at me, please let Shuang'er and Xiaomei go." ”

Xi Poison looked at Zhao Lang, his face was calm, like a vast ocean, and he couldn't see the depth: "Why should I agree to your request?"

Zhao Lang's face changed slightly: "It was the juniors who deceived the seniors, and it was also the juniors who used the mind-setting technique to make the seniors unable to recall the past, and they were innocent." ”

Zhao Lang didn't think about escaping, in front of Ouyang Feng, who had regained his senses, he had no chance to escape at all, even if his Ling Bo microstep was already slightly smaller. After all, the gap in true qi is too big, just because the true qi erupts from the acupoints on the soles of the feet, providing oneself with the ability to leap and recoil, the two are completely incomparable.

To put it figuratively, it is also a "biological plane", Zhao Lang has more than a dozen fumaroles, and Ouyang Feng has more than 70 fumaroles, according to the relationship between acceleration and force in physics

Ahem, is there a Fabi for that?!!

Now Zhao Lang only hopes that Ouyang Feng can release Lu Wushuang and Ye Xiaomei, as for himself, it is not the first time he has died anyway, it is a big deal to cross again, maybe he will be lucky and wear it back!

Ouyang Feng showed a playful smile on his face, which did not seem to be angry, and it definitely had nothing to do with gentleness, which made Zhao Lang look up and down in his heart.

After a long time, Ouyang Feng said slowly: "Boy, have you forgotten, what is the old man's name in the rivers and lakes?"

Western poison, among the five uniques, Ouyang Feng used poison as the number, not only martial arts poison, means poison, heart, but also poison, in order to show Zhou Botong his ability, he even did not hesitate to poison the shark in the entire sea area.

There is a wrong, there is a debtor, don't be angry with others, is this sentence really possible for Ouyang Feng?

Zhao Lang's pupils shrank, and he stared at Ouyang Feng deadly: "What's wrong with you Shuang'er?"

Ouyang Feng said with a smile: "When I lost my memory, she learned the martial arts of my White Camel Mountain, and my martial arts of White Camel Mountain are never passed on.

What, Zhao Lang only felt that his heart was shocked, Lu Wushuang, that lovely sister, that strong girl who fought with him in the Tiger Gang, is it

"No, I don't believe it," Zhao Lang shook his head, forgetting what a terrible opponent he was facing in front of him, and swung a move towards Ouyang Feng, "Quickly hand over Shuang'er!"

Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed, and he shouted, "It's good", his right hand clenched into a fist, and it was extremely smart, like a big snake swallowing the sky, tearing through the air, making a whistling sound, and collided with Zhao Lang's Kang Longyou.

This move is the most advanced boxing martial arts in the White Camel Villa in addition to the toad skill, the spirit snake fist, and the condor shooting plot, Ouyang Ke relied on this martial art to suppress Guo Jing for a while, until Guo Jing learned to descend the dragon eighteen palms, and then won Ouyang Ke.

Eighteen palms of the dragon descending, for the dragon of the nine heavens, the power is naturally not comparable to the spirit snake fist, however, this is also relative, just as the dragon roars for nine days, and the snakes are deterred, but if the dragon is just a young dragon that has just been born, and the snake is a big python that swallows the sky, then the snake swallowing the dragon is not unthinkable.

Ouyang Feng is a generation of martial arts masters, and Spirit Snake Fist is a martial art that he has been immersed in for decades. After decades of cultivation, Ouyang Feng had already deduced the power of this martial art to the extreme, and Zhao Lang's Dragon Descending Palm had only been cultivated for less than three days, and there were only nine forms, how could he resist Ouyang Feng's violent attack.

Under Ouyang Feng's repeated attacks, Zhao Lang only felt that he was like a lonely boat in the sea under the storm, and the waves hit layer by layer, making him in danger of capsizing at any time.

However, no matter how strong Ouyang Feng is, Zhao Lang has no idea of retreating, if a person is not afraid of death, or even has already died once, then even if he is the strongest person in the world in front of him, why not fight heartily again.

"Good boy, it's only been three days, and the eighteen dragon-descending palms of the old man named Huazi have actually been practiced by you so well, this talent, even if it is Wang Chongyang, can't be compared!" Ouyang Feng laughed, but the movements in his hands were faster, and his hands were like a hundred snakes dancing wildly, constantly impacting Zhao Lang's whole body.

Zhao Lang's nerves were very tense, he didn't think about defeating Ouyang Feng, it was unrealistic, he just wanted to fight Ouyang Feng heartily. If Lu Wushuang and Ye Xiaomei really had an accident, as their brother Lang, he had to do something for them, even if it didn't make any sense.

This is his persistence, or rather, stubbornness.

At this moment, all of Zhao Lang's mind was put into the battle, Ling Bo Weibu, Loach Gong, Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon, Kongming Fist, Jade Girl Suxin Sword Technique, and Beidou Su Sword Technique

Zhao Lang forgot the routine, forgot everything, everything followed his intuition, swaying at will, every move and every style was a peerless martial art that people in the rivers and lakes could not think of, and it was incomparable, as if he had been practicing for many years.

Under this strong pressure, in this extreme critical battle that was almost a battle of life and death, Zhao Lang's progress was fast enough to make anyone staggered, and all the martial arts he had learned were skillfully improving at a non-human speed.

Epiphany, see epiphany again, the epiphany that others find in their lives, here in Zhao Lang, it is as commonplace, at this moment, he is immersed in the battle with all his heart, as if he has an epiphany again!!

Both hands come out, the left hand, is the infinite stamina of Kang Long regrets, the right hand, is the most fierce to see the dragon in the field, descending the dragon eighteen palms, one palm is enough to descend the dragon, two palms together, the power is more pressing, there is the power of opening the mountain and cracking the stone.

Moreover, after the palms came out together, between the gods and the bright, Zhao Lang seemed to have touched something, in the main vein of the dantian, the dragon elephant like the true qi, the kui qian true qi, and the Jiuyang true qi, the three true qi of the strongest and strongest, actually found a meeting point, and quickly fused together, turning into a new red true qi.

As soon as this true qi came out, Zhao Lang's whole body suddenly exuded an extremely strong aggressiveness, his aura skyrocketed several times, his arms moved slightly, and his whole body trembled violently.

In the midst of this tremor, that new breath of new true qi quickly surged all over the body, and the Yang Wei vein, which had already been loosened, was completely opened up in just one breath under the impact of this true qi.

Whew!!

In the void, the dragon's groan seemed to be condensed into substance, Zhao Lang flew wildly, and suddenly slammed out his palm, and two red true dragons roared out

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