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Sora Aoi giggled happily, and then a dreamlike pink sword light swept across the sky.

The young man screamed and retreated, a cloud of blood mist rose in front of him, and half of his arm was cut off by Aoi Kuko's magic knife "Woman Flower" at elbow.

He didn't take any precautions when he made a move, but he never dreamed that Li Jing didn't make a move, and the seemingly sweet and lovely girl would suddenly be cut down with a knife; more importantly, he was not facing an ordinary female disciple of the Demon Sect, but one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Secret Moon Demon Sect, the "Flower of the East" Soko Aoi!

After suffering such a big loss, the young man naturally refused to give up. A scream was followed by a scream. A hideous aura surged out of his face, and the red light in his body flashed, and his condensing fist bombarded Aoi Kongzi.

"Woo-" The wind roared like a wolf, and the red mist in the sky drummed faintly from behind, a blood wolf more than two feet long and more than one person tall faintly appeared, and the fangs and halberds broke through the air and tore the small fishing boat to pieces in an instant.

"Hey, Yinshan Heavenly Wolf Fist, you're Lang Xianping's son, it's terrible-" Sorako Aoi frowned.

Li Jing immediately guessed the reason why Sora Aoi frowned.

Yinshan Old Ancestor Lang Xianping is one of the seven demon kings, and he has been the only demon gate giant for more than 60 years, and he has cultivated to the realm of Mahayana, almost catching up with Yan ruthless back then.

This time, the Secret Moon Demon Sect and the Yinchen Demon Sect formed an alliance, and the main purpose was to pacify Li Yuan's backstage Qingcheng Sword Sect, so Matsushima Nanako specially invited Lang Xianping to help.

God knows that before he had time to start a war with the Qingcheng Sword Sect, Lang Xianping's only precious son, Lang Wolf, taught Sora Aoi to cut off an arm. With the temperament of the Yinshan Ancestor who must be retribution, it is absolutely impossible to swallow this breath, and it is bound to take revenge on Aoi Kongzi and Li Jing.

Thinking of this, Sora Aoi swung his knife and slashed out. The brilliance of the "Woman Flower" was drowned in a thick red mist, and the cold moon cut the huge head of the blood wolf like a hook, cutting at the throat of the wolf like a bamboo, and was actually ready to kill and extinguish the mouth.

A hint of panic appeared on Lang Wolf's face. If he was cut off by Sora Aoi just now, he can also blame his carelessness and contempt for the enemy. Then in the second round of hand-to-hand combat, the huge gap in strength was impressive. The seemingly delicate and delicious girl in front of him was transformed into a terrifying hell rakshasa in his eyes at this moment.

At the moment of life and death, a majestic and desolate howl suddenly sounded on the riverbank, like a lonely wolf standing on the wilderness, and howling against the sky towards the full moon like frost in the night sky.

Li Jing was taken aback, the Lingtai, which was as flat as a mirror, was shaken violently by this howling sound in an instant, obviously the other party's skill had reached the peak of the unbelievable level.

He looked in the direction where the howling sound came from, and saw an old man in yellow who was as thin as a gun, and the cloak behind his back fluttered violently, like the desert wind and dust covering the clouds, and he raised his arms and fists to blast out a strange and open storm.

"Boom-" The tide was turbulent, gushing out the light and shadow of a fiery red wolf, and he pounced on Aoi Kongzi with his teeth and claws, and the momentum was so great and wild that he didn't know how many times stronger than the "Yinshan Heavenly Wolf Fist" played by the young man just now.

"Yinshan wolves fighting!" Li Jing immediately guessed that the old man in yellow was the old ancestor of Yinshan Xianping.

He did not hesitate at all to perform the "Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun", and the white clothes rushed into the overwhelming wolves like snow.

"Woo-" The wolves roared, and Li Jing instantly had an illusion, as if he was in a red and dark wasteland, surrounded by demons, countless black lights and shadows showed sharp fangs, which could tear him to pieces at any time.

Lang Xianping's boxing style is very different from that of a young man, and each punch will be condensed into a beam of fire out of thin air, and in an instant, it will transform into a giant demon wolf that looks like a real body, roaring and galloping. They burned with dark red flames, revealing a dark and gloomy color in a dazzling red mist.

On Li Jing's spiritual platform, eighty-nine demon wolf fire shadows were fully reflected. In other words, Lang Xianping blasted out eighty-nine punches in one move of lightning and stone fire!

Li Jing's family history also has an understanding of the "Yinshan Wolves Fighting", and he knows that the fist method of the Dao has been cultivated to the highest level, and he can blast out ninety-nine demon wolf fireshadows with one move, forming a "Yinshan Wolf Douluo Array".

Although Lang Xianping's cultivation is not enough to urge the "Yinshan Wolves Fight" to the extreme realm, it is terrifying enough, and it is not something that he can carry it by himself.

Fortunately, Li Jing had no intention of carrying it from the beginning. His figure flickered back and forth in the layers of fireshadows, his palms seemed to shoot out without a trace of strength, like antelope hanging horns, like white clouds coming out, and between a push and a lead, the fierce and violent demon wolf body involuntarily deviated from the target.

However, even so, every time Li Jing struck out with his palm, the qi and blood in his chest would produce a violent shock, and the meridians around his body would also fluctuate, and the demonic qi would gradually condense and stagnate.

At this moment, a flash of pink sword light split through the vast blood mist like a rainbow in the sky, and fell to the endless wasteland.

Aoi Kongzi gave up the wolf, and his delicate body was like water, like a clear spring in a deep valley and a mountain in the mountains, and he entered the wolf fight in the Yin Mountain. The murderous aura of the "Water Flower" is like a phantom, like dew like electricity, and the demon wolves melt and disperse one after another, finally revealing a giant fist as crimson as a diamond.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Almost in no particular order, Lang Xianping's fist met Li Jing and Aoi Kongzi's palm and knife, bursting out of a dazzling burst of light, like a sprinkler of fireworks falling from the sky.

Li Jing and Sora Aoi each snorted, retreated to the surface of the river, stood side by side, and reopened the door.

Lang Xianping's body shook, and a cloud of crimson turbidity spewed out from his mouth, and he looked at the two of them in surprise.

"Dad, my hand is broken—" Lang Wolf hugged the broken arm and shouted, "Kill that man!"

Before the words fell, I heard someone on the river bank shouting: "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding-" The figure fluttered, and Feng Wuyi and the flower demon girl both arrived.

It turned out that these two people broke into the Forbidden City more than three years ago, trying to fish in troubled waters and get a piece of the Qin Emperor's mausoleum, but they were severely pitted by Diao Xiaosi, and almost shaved off all the family background of Feng Wuyi.

The two did not dare to stay in Chang'an City for long, and returned to the Southern Wilderness in despair, preparing to retreat and practice to avoid the limelight by the way. A few months ago, Yamamoto Qiba, one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Secret Moon Demon Sect, suddenly came to the door and warmly invited the two of them to go back out of the mountain to deal with the Qingcheng Sword Sect together, and promised all kinds of benefits.

The wind has no clothes and no ambitions, and I wanted to retreat and refuse, but unfortunately I couldn't stand the flower demon girl blowing the wind on the pillow every day, so I agreed, and volunteered to go to Yinshan to match the Secret Moon Demon Sect and invite Lang Xianping.

Today is the first seven days of Tang Taijun, according to the original plan, Lu Feng Wuyi and the flower demon girl accompanied Lang Xianping and his son to Fengdu, and wanted to rest in a restaurant at Wanzhou Wharf, but unexpectedly, there were branches.

Feng Wuyi and Hua Demon Niang had all seen Li Jing and knew that he was the third son of the Tang Sect, so they hurriedly said: "Brother Lang, this is the third son of Tang Bohu and the master of the Tang Sect......

Lang Xian's face was cold, his heart was furious, and he said: "I don't care whose son he is, let's kill him!"

Sora Aoi giggled and said, "Old Ancestor Lang has a big breath, but it's a pity that he got the wrong person." I cut off your son's arm, do you want people to take their lives?"

When Lang Xianping heard this, he looked at Aoi Kongzi, and when he saw that she was as charming as a flower, his heart moved slightly: "Whose disciple are you?"

Sora Aoi's face bloomed with an angelic innocent and lovely smile, and she bowed deeply with her hands in front of her knees: "My name is Sora Aoi, please take care of me!"

Lang Xianping was stunned and said, "Are you from the Secret Moon Demon Sect?"

It's no wonder that he didn't recognize the origin of Sora Aoi at first, the four great Dharma Kings of the Secret Moon Demon Sect have always had strange whereabouts, and they have lived in Fusang for a long time, and their reputation in the two realms of Middle Earth is not obvious, and Lang Xianping has always lived in Yinshan Mountain, rarely set foot in the Central Plains, so he doesn't know her anymore.

Aoi Kongzi slowly straightened up his waist, and his porcelain-like delicate jade face contained a delicate smile, and said, "Yes, he is the Dharma King of the Moon Sect." ”

Lang Xianping's cold wolf eyes slowly merged into a line, nailed to the face of Aoi Sorako's love baby like a blade, nodded and said, "No wonder you have such courage." Tell me, how are you going to end this matter?"

Lang Wolf listened to Lang Xianping's tone softened, and seemed to be a little jealous of Aoi Kongzi's identity, and couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Dad, this girl-"

"Smack!" Without waiting for his words to finish, Lang Xianping didn't look at it, shook his hand and slapped it, and snorted coldly: "Waste, lose the old man's face!"

Lang Wolf was caught off guard and fell out of the river, fell on the gravel beach by the river, covered his high swollen cheeks with his hands and stared at Lang Xianping blankly, not daring to speak again.

Li Jing said lightly: "I also have a part in this matter, and if Lang Laozu has any teachings, just show me." ”

This is the difference between the Demon Gate and the Righteous Path. If this incident happens between the righteous sects, most of them will ask the reason to clarify right and wrong, and then hand it over to the respected elders of each faction to decide.

But once there is a conflict between the demon gates, there are few people who really care about right and wrong, everything is straightforward and speaks with strength, which fist is hard and strong, his words represent justice and justice.

The flower demon girl's former concubine Colorful Ancestor was planted in the hands of Diao Xiaosi and Li Jing and others, she didn't dare to directly seek revenge on Li Jing, but she didn't want to miss such a good opportunity to fan the flames and fall into the ground, so she deliberately provoked the general: "Ancestor, in my opinion, forget it." He is Tang Bohu's son-in-law, if there is a mistake, I am afraid that the Yinchen Demon Sect will not give up. ”

Lang Xianping sneered: "Tang Bohu, what about his son, is it possible that if he is not the son of an old man, he deserves to be crippled? I have my own plans for this matter, and I don't need you to be verbose!"

Lang Wolf was stunned, and hurriedly chased forward and shouted, "Daddy, Daddy-"

Feng Wuyi didn't expect such an ending, and shook his head at Li Jing and Aoi Kongzi and said, "How did you say this......?"

The flower demon girl never thought that Lang Xianping would be so cowardly, and actually retreated first after only dropping a sentence.

She dragged the wind without clothes, and said angrily: "People want to be here to talk to me and me, what are we doing here? Let's go, Lang Laozu has gone far away." "Drag him away in a flash.