"Damn," Zhao Lang's face was ugly, he took out a bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and handed it to Ye Xiaomei, "Xiaomei, take the antidote and follow me." ”

After Ye Xiaomei took the antidote, Zhao Lang sneered, took out a pack of peach blossom cigarettes from his arms, and spilled it.

The Tiger Gang members who were close to Zhao Lang fell down one by one, and for most of these ordinary gangsters who didn't even feel their sense of qi, the onset time of Peach Blossom Smoke didn't even need ten breaths, a few seconds were enough.

However, even so, there were still many gangsters who came to Zhao Lang before the poison, waved the iron rod and steel knife in their hands, and slashed at Zhao Lang and Ye Xiaomei.

"I shouldn't have been merciful before I knew it," Zhao Lang sneered, originally he still wanted to do things alone, only kill Tiehu and Tong Hu, and not embarrass these gangs, but when they came in, no one was killed, but I didn't expect it to become a scourge at this time, it seems that in the rivers and lakes, soft-heartedness is really a fatal weakness.

"Do you think that if I can't use my left hand, I'm afraid of you?" Zhao Lang smiled coldly, and the thin sword in his hand was like rain, stabbing out again and again, transforming into thousands of cold rains.

Fallen Hero Excalibur!!

The origin of the title of Zhao Langluoying's Drifting Snow Sword is precisely because of the mastery of this Peach Blossom Island, the so-called sword shaking Ying Drifting Blood, and the thin sword is the best weapon that brings this swordsmanship known for its speed and change to the fullest.

Zhao Lang's sword constantly slashed through the throats of one Tiger Gang after another, and the sword blade pointed at it, floating blood like Qiongying flying flowers, bloody and beautiful.

Ye Xiaomei was held by Zhao Lang's left hand, protected in her arms, looked up at her eldest brother who was half a head taller than herself, and looked at the perseverance and recklessness on his slightly pale face, Ye Xiaomei's face showed a trace of crimson and distress.

Where Brother Zhao is, it seems that it is a safe sky.

"Even if you only have your right hand, it's enough to deal with you waste materials," Zhao Lang smiled coldly, the sword style was faster, and in a blink of an eye, he harvested more than a dozen lives, his face was splashed with a little bit of blood, like an immortal but like a demon.

When this sword fell, it was when Zhao Lang's sword was exhausted, and it was difficult to recover the force, and suddenly a strong figure jumped out of the crowd and rushed straight towards Zhao Lang, with a pair of claws like a tiger, terrifying.

Zhao Lang smiled coldly, and his figure did not retreat but advanced: "I have been guarding against you for a long time!"

The stick sword momentum has been exhausted, and it is difficult to exert force, Zhao Lang directly let go of the hilt of the stick sword, kicked on the hilt, and suddenly, the stick sword gained another stabbing force and stabbed straight into Tong Hu's eyes.

I was fooled once, how could Zhao Lang be so easily hit again, Tong Hu's strategy of sneak attack had actually been understood by Zhao Lang, and at this time, Zhao Lang planned to do it, but he suddenly reversed the passive situation.

Sure enough, the stick sword shot straight at the eye, even if Tong Hu was ruthless, it was impossible to turn a blind eye, his hands changed his moves, and he had already firmly buckled the thin sword, and grabbed it steadily, his hand was covered with a pair of steel claws, although it was not comparable to the silkworm gloves, but it was enough to block this thin sword.

"Die!" Zhao Lang snorted coldly, and at some point, he had already pinched an ice spirit silver needle in his hand, and at this critical moment, he shot out without hesitation, shooting straight at Tong Hu.

This is Zhao Lang's planned offensive, and he has been preparing for a long time, just for this thunderous blow.

At this time, Tong Hu held the stick sword tightly with both hands, he couldn't stop it, the distance was so close, dodging was even more foolish, after all, the ice spirit silver needle still fell on Tong Hu's body.

However, what made Zhao Lang's face change greatly was that the ice spirit silver needle pierced Tong Hu's body, but it didn't pierce his skin at all, but made a "dang" sound, like the sound of gold and iron colliding, and it flew out.

"How is it possible!" Ye Xiaomei exclaimed.

Tong Hu's face showed a hideous and cruel smile: "How could it be!"

After that, Tong Hu threw the stick sword, clenched his claws into a fist, and hammered towards Zhao Lang fiercely: "Ha, Luohan Fuhu fist!"

Bang!

Zhao Lang pushed Ye Xiaomei away, and the iron rod was horizontal in front of his chest, blocking Tong Hu's blow.

Bang!

Beyond imagination, the iron rod on Zhao Lang's chest bent, and his chest seemed to have been hit by a mountain.

Zhao Lang flew out sideways, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, but he was not lightly injured.

"This is the first-class power !! ahem"

When that punch really hit Zhao Lang's body, Zhao Lang realized that he had underestimated Tong Hu, or rather, all the people in the entire Xiangyang City had underestimated Tong Hu, he, the leader of a small gang, was actually a first-class master, a first-class master comparable to the head of the Great Gate Sect!!

"Shaolin Luohan Boxing!" Zhao Lang looked at Tong Hu, his eyes full of surprise, "You are from Shaolin"

Tong Hu's eyes showed a hint of murderous intent, and with one claw, he crushed the throats of several Tiger Gang members who were still awake and not fascinated by the peach blossom smoke, looked at Zhao Lang, and said with a smile: "Anyway, you are also a dying person, I won't hide it from you, I did use to be a Shaolin disciple, but now I am not."

Tong Hu snorted coldly, exuding a powerful aura all over his body, and his naked upper body even emitted a little golden light, at this time, he was pure Buddhism.

Zhao Lang took a deep breath and stood up with pain and chest tightness: "If I guessed correctly, if you practice, it should be the horizontal martial arts in the Shaolin seventy-two stunts, King Kong is not bad or an iron cloth shirt!"

Tong Hu sneered, and slowly walked towards Zhao Lang: "You have a little knowledge, but you still guessed wrong, I practiced, it is one of the four great magic skills of Shaolin, the golden bell jar!"

"Everyone who knows this secret is already dead, and you will be no exception," Tong Hu's momentum had climbed to the peak, he suddenly reached out his claws and grabbed Zhao Lang's chest, "Go die!"

At this moment, Tong Hu's attack was only a few feet away from Zhao Lang, and in Zhao Lang's hand, the last Ice Spirit Silver Needle had been tightened, and the true qi had completely gathered to the soles of his feet, ready to perform Ling Bo Weibu at any time. Try to attack Tong Hu's cover door, but obviously, for his own cover door, Tong Hu will definitely focus on protecting, whether it can be done, it's hard to say.

Whether it is life or death depends on this final blow.

"Stop !!"

Just as Zhao Lang was about to launch the Ice Spirit Silver Needle in his hand, a woman's scolding suddenly sounded not far away, and then, several cold lights shot directly towards Tong Hu, the needle was crystal transparent, and the cold air on it was awe-inspiring, and it was the Ice Spirit Silver Needle.

Tong Hu's pupils shrank, and when he turned around, most of the Ice Spirit Silver Needles flashed sideways, and the remaining few were also blocked by his Golden Bell Jar Divine Skill, which failed to hurt him.

Zhao Lang turned around, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

PS: Ahem, the beauty saved the hero, the beauty saved the hero, everyone guess, guess who this woman is.

I took the train back to school today, and the evening update may be a little later.

Also, the golden bell jar here is not the kind of perverted goods in the Dragon and Tiger Gate of Hong Kong Man, it can't reach the point where no planet explodes and the universe can't hurt a single hair, don't sit down.