"Brother Dongzhang! That man is a murderer!!"
After clarifying the meaning of Dongzhang's words, before Hong Qigong could speak, Guo Fu excitedly stepped out of the crowd and shouted to Dongzhang in a sweet voice.
Glancing at the charming Guo Fu in surprise, Hong Qigong nodded secretly. Many things could be said by a woman, and the effect might be better than what he said himself. He then looked at Dongzhang in silence to see what he would do. What reaction.
"Miss Guo, long time no see. The murderer."
Turning his eyes slightly and looking at Guo Fu, whose face was red with excitement, Dongzhang flashed a trace of indifference in the depths of his eyes. There were some things that people like them, who pride themselves on being upright and upright, could not understand. Dongzhang had no intention of defending.
Besides, he is not a good person either. With the name of a Demon Lord, he has drifted away from them. Not to mention standing on the opposite side, but not much different.
Furthermore, I had no contact with them, so I couldn't say how good my interactions were. I just happened to save a few of their lives. Maybe they misunderstood me.
Seeing that Dongzhang was still unmoved, Guo Fu on the opposite side couldn't bear the sadness in her heart, and said again: "Brother Dongzhang, my mother's meridians were also injured by this gangster. If Grandpa Hong hadn't taken action that day, we might not have been able to see you. ”
Speaking of this, Guo Fu's tone actually had a hint of crying, as if she was begging Dongzhang to stop.
When Huang Rong heard this, she quietly pulled Guo Fu's arm, telling her to stop talking. The pull might have touched her meridians, and her pretty face suddenly became even gloomier, and she couldn't help coughing.
"mother"
The latter quickly took Huang Rong's arm, while Huang Rong shook her head and signaled her to stop talking.
"Mei Fu, what's there to say to this kind of demon? Can't you see? He and that villain are acquaintances at all. It's obvious that he is here for him."
At this time, the Wu brothers also stood up to make their presence felt, mocking Dongzhang one by one.
The latter did not look at the incomprehensible Wu brothers across from him. He raised his eyes and glanced at the pale Huang Rong, who was silent for a while, and then suddenly laughed in a low voice: "That's it. That's wronging Gang Leader Huang. I'm sorry. But that’s as far as it goes.”
Dongzhang didn't choose to say many words, and he didn't bother to explain anything. Zhang Yimeng looked at Dongzhang and Huang Rong and his daughter with interest. He didn't know what he thought of, but he became silently happy.
Withdrawing his gaze, Dongzhang slowly walked towards Zhang Yimeng who was in front of the steps, and pointed at the injured man: "Senior Hong, the culprit of your Beggar Gang incident is someone else, not him."
"What?! You said it's not the case?!"
These words naturally caused a lot of dissatisfaction within the Beggar Clan. Hong Qigong stared at the calm man in the audience with a gloomy old face, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know something? Dong Zhang. "
"Well, I know something, but that's all. I want to take this man away."
Ignoring Hong Qigong's huge air flow, Dong Zhang glanced at him with half-squinted eyes.
These words shocked everyone in the audience. How dare he? He is still alone. You must know that this is the lair of the beggar gang. There are thousands of people. Each one of them can drown him with a spit of saliva. He is also a little brave.
"Even if it wasn't him, the Beggar Clan disciples who died in his hands were enough to cost him his life. How can I explain to my disciples!"
Hong Qigong roared these words, and his chest and abdomen were still heaving violently at this moment. He must have been very angry.
Glancing slightly at Zhang Yimeng who was on the ground, Dongzhang turned his head and looked directly at Hong Qigong on the high platform, saying: "Those who kill people will always be killed. That is your own business."
"Are you really determined to protect him?!!"
"Um."
In response to Hong Qigong's question softly, Dongzhang said with a smile, "I have heard that the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon is the best palm technique in the world. I am not very talented, so I want to try it too." Woolen cloth."
"Bold!! Senior Hong dares to be so bold in front of you! You are so tired of living!!"
Dongzhang's words naturally aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, and a middle-aged swordsman who was proud of his talent immediately scolded him.
"Ah"
When Dongzhang heard the sound, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and his left leg suddenly moved quickly under his clothes, and he kicked the wooden chopsticks on the table. There was a sharp "whoosh" sound, and the chopsticks were heard.
"stop!!"
Seeing Dongzhang's intention, Hong Qigong's words were still half a beat too slow. Before he finished speaking, a scream rang out from the crowd.
"Ahhhh!!! My eyes!!"
But seeing the middle-aged swordsman kneeling down and crying in pain with his hands covering his right eye, a wooden chopstick suddenly penetrated most of the right eye socket, leaving only an inch of the chopstick head exposed to the air, and blood trickled down, soaking him. Half of his face looked extremely penetrating.
The two of them were at least thirty meters apart, and Dongzhang's chopsticks could shoot out his pupils with precision. No one in the world could do this with more than five fingers.
"you!!?"
Looking at Dong Zhang in the audience in shock, Hong Qigong felt a huge wave in his heart. Did Dong Zhang break through?
"Naochao, I want to take someone, when will it be your turn to talk again?"
Glancing slightly at Hong Qigong, who still had a look of shock on his face, Dongzhang smiled and said, "Senior, I will take this person away no matter what happens today. Mark the line and I will pick him up."
"Brother Dongzhang!"
Looking sadly at the man she admired, Guo Fu's eyes turned red quickly. She couldn't tell what she was feeling. She just felt that the man at this moment was unusually strange.
"Okay, okay! Then let me see if a junior like you has this ability!"
But seeing that there was no wind in Hong Qigong's hair at this moment, he raised his left palm slightly, pushed the left hook with the right to make a half circle, bent the two index fingers of the right palm, half fist and half palm, and the terrifying air wave was all over his body. He stirred up the energy and twisted his waist, and the figure disappeared from the high platform in an instant.
Woohoo! ! ! !
The violent air waves pushed straight to the front of the stage, pushing everyone back, and the terrifying air waves made bursts of roars like dragon roars.
Do not use Qianlong!
Dong Zhang, who was the first to bear the brunt, was blown by the air wave, making his clothes rustle, and the black hair on his forehead was blown back by the strong wind.
"Well done!"
Dongzhang advanced instead of retreating, leaped out in two steps, and at the moment of rapid movement, his right hand immediately grasped the hilt of the sword behind his waist, and drew the sword with his backhand.
Zheng! ! !
A crisp sword chant suddenly resounded throughout the inner hall, a flash of cold light quickly passed through the air, and Dong Zhang slashed the swooping Hong Qigong with a backhand sword.
The latter's expression changed slightly when the long sword was unsheathed. The sharp sword energy on the iron sword could be felt from a distance with his pair of iron palms, and there was a faint tingling sensation in both palms.
Dang! ! !
The two faced each other head-on, one from top to bottom, and the other from bottom to top. The two figures collided in mid-air, creating waves of powerful air waves that blew away the people around them again. Standing at the back, looking at the two people fighting, his eyes were full of shock.
Zhang Yimeng, who was in the center, was lifted by the air wave and rolled out twice before he could stop himself. After looking at the decisive battle between the two, Zhang Yimeng grimaced in pain and couldn't help coughing twice, his face He smiled slightly and said: "This bastard"
Hong Qigong's long sword was shaken to the spine by Hong Qigong's palm, lowering the sword's strength. The latter took advantage of the situation and turned his wrist to block the waist, slashing straight towards the opponent's waist and abdomen.
Hong Qigong was not just a cat or a dog, he had a lot of fighting experience. Before the two of them landed, he had already raised his foot to hook Dong Zhang's sword-holding wrist and pushed it outward.
thumping!
The two of them finally landed on the ground and stood on the steps. Seeing a smile on Dongzhang's face, he took off his sword with his right hand and threw it to the left. The long sword quickly spun between the two of them, and Hong Qigong had to shrink his waist. avoid.
Unexpectedly, Dong Zhang suddenly raised his right leg and kicked it on the hilt of the sword.
call out! ! !
At this distance, even Hong Qigong would inevitably have a headache, but when he saw the long sword being kicked by Dong Zhang, it shot directly towards Hong Qigong's head. Although the latter was surprised, he had already been on guard.
The left palm was round and strong, and the right palm was straight to slap away the long sword. When he raised his head and lowered his waist, the left palm carried an invincible force and blasted towards Dong Zhang who was approaching, seeing the dragon in the field.
This move is purely defensive, but it builds a strong wall between himself and Dongzhang. If the enemy comes, he will block it. If the enemy does not come, it will disappear.
"Hey, ginger is still old and spicy, senior Hong has mastered the magic of palm"
But when he saw Dong Zhang, he immediately jumped up and stepped on Hong Qigong's left arm. His right hand quickly chased the long sword that flew away. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and turned his wrist towards Hong Qigong. Qi Gongzha went.
boom! ! ! !
A huge sound spread throughout the inner hall, Dong Zhang pierced the steps with his sword, and the iron sword blessed by the internal force actually split the steps into two halves with one strike.
But underneath him, there was no trace of Hong Qigong.
Without looking back, Dongzhang held the sword in his left hand and stepped forward with the sword behind his back.
Dang! !
A huge force immediately came from the sword. Needless to say, it must have been caused by Hong Qigong clapping his hands. He slid around the high platform, Dong Zhang pressed the long sword behind him and ran quickly, and soon appeared beside him. The figure of Hong Qigong.
Dong Zhang, who was on the run, soon felt a strong wind coming over him, but he was unmoved. He trembled his arms and thrust his sword seven inches forward to stab Hong Qigong on the opposite side. The latter used both palms to slap away the long sword. When Zhang saw him, he immediately turned over his sword and slashed his throat.
The sword went straight to the opponent's vital point. No one dared to approach wherever the two of them passed. They all stayed away and turned to watch. As the fierce battle was getting thicker, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out of the sea of people.
The fierce air waves broke through the air and shot straight towards Dongzhang's Shangsan Road.
"Um?"
In the midst of the battle, Dongzhang was surprised, but seeing that this man's skill was not inferior to that of Hong Qigong, he stopped holding back and cut the air waves with his left and right swords with his backhand, and jumped onto the long table with a high jump.
At this time, the two men attacked at the same time. Hong Qigong used his strongest move, Kanglong Yougui, but when he saw that his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, he made a circle with his right palm, and with a cry, he went straight to the long table. Dong Zhang from the top pushed over.
On the right, the mysterious master stretched out his index fingers with both hands and continuously struck at the key points on Dongzhang's body, with strong finger power shooting out one after another.
boom! ! ! !
Under the pressure of the three masters, the table, which was more than ten meters long, could no longer hold on. It broke in the middle and fell to the ground. Dust filled the inner hall, and everyone left in shock.
Dong Zhang, who was in the center, was seen holding a sword around his shoulder with one hand and holding it behind his back. At this moment, Hong Qigong hit the iron sword with both palms, bending the long sword to the extreme, while Dong Zhang's right palm was in contact with another high man. Fingertips touching.
A three-person force formed, and it was actually two people who joined forces to attack Dong Zhang.
"Dongzhang! The lives of several of my disciples must be repaid today!"
The voice was gentle in the middle, but there was a majesty that could not be underestimated in the gentleness. When the dust dispersed, the figure of the mysterious man suddenly jumped into everyone's sight. Huo Ran was the long-lost Master Yideng.
Dong Zhang resisted the attacks of two peerless masters by himself. At this moment, his face finally darkened. He shook off Hong Qigong behind him with a sword. Dong Zhang's right arm suddenly swelled twice in size.
Buzz! ! !
A colorless and invisible wave of hot air immediately came out of his palm, and Yideng's face changed slightly and he jumped sideways.
boom! ! ! !
With one palm, he smashed several tables and chairs in front of him. Dongzhang stood up and looked at the iron sword in his hand that was bent by Hong Qigong. He lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then a terrifyingly calm voice resounded through the inner hall: "Hong Old man, I took him away."
After speaking, he jumped off the long table and walked to Zhang Yimeng who was standing aside.
"Can you take it away?!"
Hong Qigong was happy to see his old friend, but he still walked towards Zhang Yimeng's father with a sullen face.
After helping the man up on the ground, Zhang Yimeng let Zhang Yimeng lie on his shoulders. He turned to look at Hong Qigong opposite and grinned: "I can take him away with the lives of several elders and the chief helmsman of your beggar sect."
"!!!!!!?"
Ignoring Hong Qigong, who had a shocked face across from him, Zhang Yimeng helped Zhang Yimeng and walked slowly to the door. No one dared to stop him wherever he passed. He could only look at Hong Qigong and Master Yideng with helpless eyes. Dongzhang walked away.
Dongzhang's words undoubtedly sent many signals to Hong Qigong. He immediately turned to look at the crowd and found that the two elders and the chief helmsman were not among them. He was so shocked that he hurriedly followed Dongzhang out of the main altar. Although Yideng was unclear, Therefore, he still followed Hong Qigong out of the inner hall. Next to him, there was a woman he had not seen for a long time, Gongsun Lu'e.
When everyone saw this, they cheered and walked out.
At this time, the moon was on the branches, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the branches.
As soon as he went out, Hong Qigong's expression changed drastically, as did Master Yideng beside him.
But I saw three blood-stained people hanging between a few big trees. Invisible threads hung them in the middle, like human puppets, with drops of blood sliding to the ground. They were the two missing people from the Beggar Gang. The famous elder and chief helmsman Wang Wencheng.
On the tree, a mysterious man wearing a bamboo hat was sitting astride the tree, holding an invisible thread with one hand. Under the tree, a woman shrouded in black jumped to the ground holding a long sword. Beside her, Sitting on a big rock was a tall and round-waisted man, looking at Dong Zhang who was slowly approaching with a smile.
Beside him, a woman with a cold temperament leaned against the tree and crossed her arms and looked over. Her face was covered with stab wounds and sword marks, and she was looking at everyone with a sneer.
At the end, there was a white-haired old man with his hands behind his back. When he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yimeng on Dong Zhang's shoulder.
This group of people was none other than Baicao Xian, Han Wugou, Master Shengyin, Human Cook, and Yanbo Diaosou who had retired for many years.
It can be said that everyone is evil.
Slowly walking in front of a few people, Dongzhang stopped immediately and helped Zhang Yimeng, who was unsteady on his feet, under the moonlight. He turned his face and smiled: "Master Yideng, Senior Hong, if you want to avenge your apprentice (disciple) , three months later, at the top of Mount Huashan, I will wait for you."
After speaking, Zhang Yimeng immediately turned around and helped Zhang Yimeng walk into the depths of the dense forest. Behind him, these evil men with unknown reputations followed.
(End of chapter)
