Yang Xingzhou has been wandering in the arena of the main world for a while. Although he has not been out for a long time, he has a little understanding of this world. It seems that the two sects of Shenyin Mountain and Hell Gate have been vaguely heard from someone, but the words are not clear.

What kind of sect it is is unknown.

Now that he heard Long Jiu say these two names, Yang Xingzhou was quite curious: "These two sects seem to be hostile forces, which is interesting! It's best if they both lose and die!"

He didn't like the swordsman in white very much, and the man Long Jiu had just killed in the Black Wind Village was already Yang Xingzhou's enemy. In Yang Xingzhou's opinion, it would be best if both of them died.

At this time, the entire Black Wind Village became restless, and the bandits who had just fallen asleep ran out at high speeds with weapons in hand, shouting and cursing constantly.

Huang Heihu was the first to run out with an iron rod in his hand, and cursed: "Damn it, someone else is coming to cause trouble in our Heifeng Village!"

As soon as he ran to the street, he saw Long Jiu and the swordsman in white surnamed Zhao standing opposite each other. He was slightly startled and shouted: "What do you do?"

This kid got up in a hurry and ran out with only a pair of shorts and no shirt. Now he was barefoot in the street, with the hair on his chest and legs fluttering in the wind, like a short and stubby bear. His image was very savage.

The swordsman in white glanced at the yellow and black tiger, his face turned red and he did not dare to look again. He spat secretly and pointed at Long Jiu: "He was the one who killed the people in your village, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Huang Heihu looked at the two of them for a while, then slowly raised the iron rod in his hand and looked at Long Jiu: "Did you kill my brother?"

Long Jiu really didn't take these barbarians seriously. He turned a blind eye to the yellow and black tiger and didn't bother to reply. He only stared at the swordsman in white and said slowly: "Zhao Hairuo, Junior Sister Zhao, please enlighten me!"

Zhao Hairuo took a deep breath, and his anxious expression suddenly calmed down, his face as calm as an ancient well: "Long Jiu, are all the people at Hell Gate so despicable?"

After she just snatched Yang Xingzhou's secret book, for some reason, her palms became more and more itchy. At first, it was the five fingers, and gradually spread to the entire palm. It was really unbearable, and it seemed that the bones were itching.

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She could tolerate the pain, but the itching that reached her bone marrow was hard to resist. When the itching got to the extreme, she wanted to cut off her palms.

Just when she was in a trance, she was secretly approached by Long Jiu, who suddenly slapped her on the back of her heart. Although she reacted in time, she still couldn't dodge completely. If it weren't for the long sword behind her that blocked most of the palm force, she might have been hit.

He was about to be beaten to death on the spot.

Frightened and angry, she had no choice but to flee to Heifeng Stronghold and prepare to hide temporarily. Unexpectedly, Long Jiu was ruthless and threatened to kill the entire Black Wind Stronghold.

Zhao Hairuo didn't want to cause so many people to die because of himself, so he had no choice but to step forward and confront Long Jiufang.

In fact, her own martial arts skills were by no means weaker than Long Jiu's, but now she was injured by Long Jiu's sneak attack, and her palms were poisoned by a strange poison, which made her itchy and unbearable. With the sluggish movement of her true energy, her skills were at a loss.

Now seeing Long Jiu pretending to challenge him, Zhao Hairuo was angry and anxious. Fortunately, he had been practicing for many years and his state of mind was unusual. At this critical moment of life and death, he concentrated his mind, eliminated all distracting thoughts, and prepared for attack.

Long Jiu laughed loudly: "The way to fight the enemy is to do whatever it takes, live first, and the winner is king! Junior Sister Zhao, don't you even understand this?"

Zhao Hairuo said no more and stood quietly in the street without saying a word.

At this time, anything you say is superfluous and distracting.

Seeing her like this, Long Jiu's expression became solemn. He knew that the inheritance of the Shenyin Mountain lineage was amazing, and although Zhao Hairuo was a new generation disciple, his martial arts cultivation level was only higher than his own. If he hadn't been in a bad state today, he would never have had a chance.

He wounded her in a sneak attack.

Now that he saw her holding Yuan Shouyi in her arms, Long Jiu naturally did not dare to be careless. He pointed the long sword in his hand at the ground and walked slowly towards Zhao Hairuo step by step. Every time he set foot, the road paved with bluestone was stepped on.

The footprints and five toes were clearly visible, as if he were walking barefoot on the beach, but his feet were clearly wearing shoes.

Yang Xingzhou's eyes twitched when he looked at it from a distance, knowing that the Dragon Nine Kung Fu was strange and completely different from the mentality of ordinary practitioners.

With Yang Xingzhou's cultivation at this time, he could naturally make footprints on the bluestone, but these footprints could only be shoe prints, and he could not put his five toes in them.

If he stepped on his toes and made footprints, the soles of his shoes would definitely be damaged, and it would be impossible for him to lift as lightly as Long Jiu.

"interesting!"

Yang Xingzhou was greatly surprised: "I'll catch Long Jiu soon. I need to interrogate him to see how he did it."

Long Jiu was already getting closer and closer to Zhao Hairuo on the long street, but the footprints on the street were getting shallower and shallower. Both Yang Xingzhou and Zhao Hairuo could see clearly that when the inner strength of Long Jiu's feet was completely restrained, it was

The moment when he struck a thunderous blow.

Seeing the long sword in Long Jiu's hand trembling continuously and about to take action, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the side. Huang Heihu rose into the sky with an iron rod in his hand, threw his head and head at Long Jiu: "Fuck your grandma!"

Huang Heihu was already grumpy, but Long Jiu actually ignored his existence and didn't even bother to speak to him. This showed that he had extreme contempt for him. How could Huang Heihu not be angry?

In anger, he ignored it and struck Long Jiu with the iron rod in his hand with a thunderous sound.

Huang Heihu was born with supernatural power, and was taught the profound martial arts from the Shenzhao Sutra by Yang Xingzhou. He had been practicing for about half a year. His mind was pure, and he had no distracting thoughts when practicing his internal skills. He actually advanced very quickly. At this time, the iron rod hit him, and his internal strength and external strength were

Together, the power is astonishing.

Long Jiu didn't take Huang Heihu seriously at all. In his opinion, how capable could a person in a small village be? So he didn't pay attention to Huang Heihu's previous inquiry. Until Huang Heihu took action at this time, Long Jiufang became frightened.

He was ready to attack, and he was about to attack at this moment. He knew that Zhao Hairuo was right in front of him, but under the pull of Qi, his internal energy suddenly exploded. As his body flashed, the long sword let out a long and shrill cry, turned into a bolt of lightning, and slashed towards the yellow and black tiger.

puff!

Huang Heihu's long iron stick was instantly cut off by the electric light, and the unparalleled energy attached to the long sword moved along the iron rod towards Huang Heihu's heart veins.

The yellow and black tiger roared loudly, spitting blood from its mouth, and was thrown backwards. Its eyeballs protruded more than an inch high, and almost exploded on the spot. After landing, it rolled a few feet, and then sat up from the ground, vomiting blood.

Just as his body was flying in the air, Zhao Hairuo's body that had been motionless suddenly flew up, and the long sword behind him jumped into his hand like a living thing. The sword flashed and stabbed Long Jiu's left rib.

She didn't move. When she moved, she was as fast as lightning. Although Long Jiu slashed Huang Heihu away with one sword, Huang Heihu's strength was also extraordinary. His hands were numb from the shock, and his true energy was slightly scattered. At this time, he faced Zhao Hairuo again.

This full force blow was extremely difficult to dodge.

He had no choice but to exchange injuries for injuries. He barely avoided the vital point, withdrew the long sword and stabbed Zhao Hairuo's chest regardless. In this way, even if Zhao Hairuo could stab him, he would still be hit by the sword in the chest.

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Unexpectedly, Zhao Hairuo paid no attention to his long sword, and the power of the attack did not decrease at all. With a "pop" sound, the two of them were hit by the sword at the same time.

The difference is that Long Jiu's ribs were pierced by Zhao Hairuo's long sword and his head turned sideways, while Zhao Hairuo's shoulder was pierced by Long Jiu's long sword.

Long Jiu only reacted after being hit by the sword: "She was already injured and could not last long. Now I am exchanging injuries for injuries, which is exactly what she wants. As long as I am injured more seriously than her, she will win!"
Chapter completed!