They have been brothers for many years, how could Huang Zhonggong not guess the thoughts of Bitu Weng and Dan Qingsheng.
He let out a long sigh and said: "That's all, I hope to find a place where no one is and hide my name from now on. I hope the young master can save my life."
Jing Zhou glanced at Hei Baizi meaningfully and put away his sword. Before coming here, he had prepared for a sword fight, and Hei Heizi's words saved him a lot of trouble.
this. . . What a fucking talent!
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In the Meizhuang dungeon, the four of them opened locks one after another. When they arrived at the last iron door, Huang Zhonggong said: "Sir, this is the last door. Master Ren is inside, but we brothers have no face to go in." ." After saying that, he took off a key from his waist and handed it to Jingzhou with both hands.
"In this case, the four of you will wait here for me until I go in and take a look."
Originally, Huang Zhonggong and others thought that Jingzhou was here to rescue Ren Woxing, but now it seems that he is not. This is better. There was also a hint of joy on their faces, and their expressions relaxed, and they agreed: "I Wait here for the young master!"
"Who, who?"
As soon as he opened the big iron door and before he stepped into the dungeon, Jing Zhou heard a loud roar.
The sound was so loud that the whole cell buzzed.
"Master Ren, after so many years, it seems that your martial arts has not declined, which is gratifying."
"Junior is seeking death!"
Ren Woxing had been imprisoned for many years, and he already had resentment in his heart. When he heard Jingzhou's slightly mocking words, he became angry and pulled the iron chain beside him with a crackling sound. He raised his head, mobilized all his inner strength, and unscrupulously yelled.
Ren Woxing wanted to shock this boy who ridiculed him to death!
Even though he is imprisoned in this dungeon, not everyone can make fun of him, let alone a young boy!
Ren Woxing's roar made the four people waiting for Jingzhou outside the door feel dizzy, and their eardrums seemed about to burst.
The four of them didn't care about their appearance, endured the discomfort, and escaped from the dungeon in embarrassment. Except for Black and White, the other three had horrified expressions on their faces, secretly sighing in their hearts that the Star Absorbing Technique was indeed the best in the world!
"Old man, don't be so shameless! I call you the leader of the church, do you really think that you are the second boss?"
Although he came to save Ren Woxing, it didn't mean that Jingzhou could tolerate him.
You're too polite to him, I'm afraid he doesn't know how many eyes Lord Ma has.
"Although your voice is extraordinary, it can't do anything to you, Master. On the contrary, Master, there are dozens of ways to kill you!"
Jing Zhou looked at Ren Woxing with disdain, as if he was killing a chicken but a fish.
If Ren Woxing hadn't been locked up in a dungeon all these years, Jingzhou would still be afraid of him.
But after so many years, not to mention that Ren Wo has not improved much in martial arts. If he stays in this dark and humid environment for decades, even if his martial arts is strong, his body and bones may not be able to survive.
When an old and frail person fights against another, the impact of thirty or fifty moves may not be significant, but if the opponent cannot be defeated in a short period of time, it will be more than a deadlock.
The longer I am delayed, the more I am beaten!
What else does this old man have to be afraid of?
Without taking the sword out of its scabbard, Jing Zhou casually took hold of it, took a few steps forward, and stabbed Ren Woxing in both eyes.
"The East is undefeated!"
Ren Woxing saw that Jingzhou's sword was extremely fast and his movements were full of weirdness, as if he had seen Dongfang Bubai.
"Who are you, that thief from Dongfang Bubai?" Ren Woxing was confused and kept shouting.
He hated Dongfang Bubai in his heart. If it weren't for that insidious villain, how could he have ended up in such a situation? He was in vain for his previous respect for him. Now it seems that Dongfang Bubai is just an ignorant wolf. !
He looked forward to a good night and wished he could go out and kill Dongfang Bubai right now, drink his blood and eat his flesh!
Now he saw that Jingzhou's skills were very similar to Dongfang Bubai's, and he was sure that the two must have an inexplicable relationship, so he implicated his anger on Jingzhou.
He wants to kill this kid, and then kill Dongfang Bubai and regain his position as leader!
Jingzhou stabbed with his sword, and a ray of light reflected from the scabbard, shining on Ren Woxing's eyes. He quickly closed his eyes in pain.
"Guess? If you guess it right, there will be something unexpected for you!"
While Jing Zhou was answering, he turned his long sword, moved it from top to bottom, and touched Ren Wo Xing's chest.
Ren Woxing pulled the iron chain across his chest with both hands, trying to block the sword, but he never expected the depth of Jingzhou's skills.
There was a "clang" sound, and the long sword vibrated repeatedly, passing through the iron chain, and sparked a spark, which hit Ren Woxing's chest without any hesitation in his surprise.
If the sword hadn't been unsheathed, this sword would have drawn blood.
Even so, Ren Woxing felt uncomfortable, as if his chest had been hit by a sledgehammer, and the force from the sword made his blood boil. . .
"Teacher Ren, how does this sword feel? I think it will be painless and itchy given the depth of the leader's inner strength."
Jingzhou would not be polite to Ren Wo because he knew Ren Yingying. He was now fighting in the world just to have one idea flowing through his mind.
If someone respects him even an inch, he will kill his whole family if someone offends him even an inch!
"Junior is seeking death!" Ren Woxing was furious. The veins on his arms were bulging, his eyes were full of cold light, and he was gnashing his teeth with murderous intent.
The waving iron ropes rolled like two giant pythons, hitting Jingzhou's head one after the other. If you are hit by this iron lock, no matter how high your skill is, you can't avoid flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Ren Woxing swung the iron lock so violently that the air crackled as it hit him. He had absorbed the internal energy for countless years, and now he used it even more unscrupulously. His beard and hair moved automatically without wind, and his whole body exuded bloodlust. breath.
Jingzhou leaned up and dodged the oncoming iron lock. At the same time, he clicked the sword in his hand nine times in the blink of an eye, removing the strength from the second iron lock. Then he jumped into the air, as if It floated to Ren Woxing's side like a ghost. When the sword turned over, three sword lights stabbed at Ren Woxing's eyes, ears, and chest.
There was a faint light shining on the tip of the sword, and even if I did whatever I wanted, I could feel the pain from being stabbed in the face.
This young man's swordsmanship was very fierce and his internal strength was deep. In his impression, only Dongfang Bubai could rival him.
Bang bang bang, the two of them passed dozens of moves again. In this small dungeon, sword shadows criss-crossed, the iron ropes rolled, the swords and ropes intersected, and sparks shot out.
The internal energy surged, and the explosions were loud, like thunder on the ground. The shaking caused the soil on the cell to fall off, and water pillars sprang up in the small pool next to it.
Although Ren Woxing was furious, after fighting for so long, he could see Jingzhou's martial arts skills.
It’s true that there are talented people from all over the world!
If he were not restrained by iron chains, he could still use 80% to 90% of his skills. Now that he is restrained, he has been imprisoned for more than ten years. After fighting for so long, he can't even use 70% or 80% of his skills.
Although there is a lot of internal power in his body, he may be able to mobilize only a part of it, and a lot of that part is used to suppress the alien internal power.
Facing Jingzhou's sword shadow that filled the sky, it was a bit difficult for him to deal with it. The key was that the person in front of him was slippery. Even though he had deep internal strength, he probably didn't have much strength that could really fall on him.
Jingzhou's swordsmanship was like the wind, and the sword shadows that filled the sky were all-pervasive. Even if Ren Woxing was rude, he had to admit that the swordsmanship of the man in front of him was much better than his own.
At this time, the four friends of Meizhuang who were waiting outside heard the roar, and their eyes widened with disbelief.
How much inner strength does it take to fight with such momentum?
One of them asked: "Brother, who do you think is more powerful, this evil-dispelling master or Ren Woxing?"
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