small rivers and lakes

Le Wuyou's body moved violently, and just about to stand up, a hand stretched out obliquely, holding him firmly.

"Don't move," Zhong Yi whispered, "If Long Yunteng recognizes it, it will cause a lot of trouble."

Le Wuyou glanced at him, under the flickering lights, Zhong Yi smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, for some reason, he trusted this young man very much for no reason, nodded, and stabilized his figure.

Long Yunteng strode into the door and slashed at Su Yuhen, but instead of chasing him, he blocked Chang Zixuan behind him and stood up to face Su Yuhen.

Chang Zixuan said in surprise, "Brother!"

"Stay back." Long Yunteng said in a deep voice, holding the long knife in his big bony hands, and blocking the horizontal knife in front of him, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Su Yuhen was very angry when his ultimate move was broken, and without saying a word, his bloody hands were as fast as lightning, and they grabbed Long Yunteng's face fiercely.

But when she was less than half an inch away from him, she suddenly stopped, Lingxiu's eyes were full of shock, and she cried out: "A Tong!"

An Ji hid behind Chang Zixuan, poked his head out and shouted: "Devil, what are you talking about? This is the Lord of Longyun Tenglong! Are you afraid?"

Su Yu hated losing his composure for only a moment, and withdrew his bloody hand to stroke the hair on his sideburns. There was a trace of blood on the black hair, revealing a forehead as bright as the bright moon.

He raised his eyebrows, glanced at Long Yunteng, and said with an evil smile: "Long Yunteng? I don't know you, but I think you look pretty good, and you have a bit of my son's beauty. Why don't you go with me. How about I teach you all the martial arts?"

"It's really deceiving!" Anji yelled angrily, "Who would be like your son, aren't you cursing?"

"Noisy." A sullen look flashed across Su Yuhen's face, and he raised his hand suddenly, and a drop of blood shot straight away like an arrow.

Anji was still cursing, but suddenly Long Yunteng moved, and the long knife suddenly blocked Anji's body, there was only a crisp sound, blood beads hit the blade, and there were seven cracks on the black long knife made of fine steel Appeared inch by inch.

The scolding stopped abruptly, Anji gasped, his eyes widened, he stared at the black long knife in horror, slowly raised his eyes, looked at Su Yuhen, and said angrily, "You almost killed me..."

"Your voice is too ugly," Su Yuhen said lightly, "Like a duck."

"You fart!" Anzi was furious, "You are like a duck! You are like a crow! You are like a magpie! You are like a vulture!"

Chang Zixuan said: "Aji, shut up."

Su Yuhen picked up the wine jar with one hand, raised his face and took a sip, and looked at Long Yunteng calmly: "You don't want to be my son?"

Long Yunteng said blankly: "Absurd."

"This seat has passed on all the martial arts to you." Su Yu smiled bitterly, "Aren't you all afraid of this seat? My seat's bone-breaking hand, my Quantai Yizhi, as long as you want to learn, you can teach everything you."

"Are you sick?" Anji yelled, "Brother Long's sea and sky are incomparably rich, what peerless martial arts do you have? That's why I don't like your evil heretics."

Su Yuhen's expression changed, and he asked viciously, "Haitian Liancheng? Are you from Haitian Liancheng?"

Long Yunteng's eyes darkened: "Yes."

"I hate Haitian Liancheng the most." Su Yuhen yelled, with extreme hatred bursting out of his eyes, his figure jumped up suddenly, and he flew up like a lance falcon, his blood-stained hands were like eagle claws, ruthlessly Grab to his heart.

Everyone never expected him to turn his face suddenly, and quickly raised his sword to deal with it.

Chang Zixuan stepped forward with his sword upright, joined Long Yunteng's sword and sword, and fought with Su Yuhen.Although one of them is from Mingri Pavilion and the other is in charge of Haitian Liancheng, both of them have worshiped Le Qishu as their teacher and practiced Condensing Light Art.

The flowing stars and the black long knife formed a dense sword curtain, full of blades, always full of murderous intent, it was able to temporarily suppress Su Yuhen's arrogance.

Anji also wanted to draw his sword to join the battle, but his long sword was broken, so he had to hide outside the battle circle, watching the three fighting nervously.

After a while, as if suddenly remembered, he suddenly raised his head, whistled at the roof, only heard a burst of wind, and dozens of figures jumped in from the door and window, all holding weapons in their hands, all besieged.

"So many people beat one?" Jiubao said angrily, "It's too bullying!"

"If it's a one-on-one fight, I'm afraid no one here can go through ten rounds under Su Yuhen's hands." Zhong Yi shook his head while holding the wine cup, "Besides, from what Chang Zixuan said just now, they were led by President Meng to cut him off." If the killing order comes, then there is no need to pay attention to martial arts rules, the big devil Su Yuhen, everyone can get it and kill him."

Jiu Bao tore at the chicken leg, mumbling: "Su Yuhen is so pretty, how could he be a big devil..."

"Su Yu hates beauty, but beauty is beautiful, but stabbing hurts the hand," Zhong Yi said, "Such a beautiful woman who overwhelmed the country and destroyed the entire Heluo Villa in one night, can't she still be a big devil?" head?"

"No!" Jiu Bao cried, "Heluo Villa is obviously..."

"You were only six years old when the Heluo Mountain Villa was destroyed. You know nothing." Zhong Yi snatched a piece of chicken from him, threw it into his mouth, and said with a sneer, "I think that kid Anji is also very good-looking, with bright eyes. Teeth, smiling eyes and bright eyebrows, why don't you sympathize with him?"

Jiubao scoffed: "As for that little Hades, no matter how good-looking he is, I can only sympathize with the one opposite him."

Little Hades... Zhong Yi's heart moved, and he looked at Le Wuyou in a blink of an eye, and an old joke appeared in his mind: Hey, you are a high incense burner for eight generations. When you meet this little Hades...

Le Wuyou was biting her lower lip, looking nervously at the people fighting in the battle circle, and saw Su Yuhen's ethereal figure, coming and going like the wind, with a pair of bloody hands facing knives, guns and sticks, should be at an absolute disadvantage, but At this time, it is like the hand of good fortune, destroying the dead and doing whatever they want.

In a short while, more than half of Mingri Pavilion was dead or injured. Su Yu hated the blood on his clothes, smashed the throat of a Jianghu man, turned around and grabbed Chang Zixuan.

A black long knife slashed towards Chang Zixuan, blocking Chang Zixuan's face, Su Yuhen suddenly changed his gesture, and clamped the blade firmly with his two fingers.

Long Yunteng couldn't move, and stabbed the long knife towards Su Yuhen's chest with force. He was able to pull up the mountain, pushing Su Yuhen back two steps, but his two fingers were like iron claws, clamping The blade didn't move at all.

The night wind came in through the broken window, blowing Su Yuhen's hair flying. He was weak and pale, but his red lips were as bright as drinking blood. He looked at Long Yunteng with an evil smile, and his red lips parted slightly: "I like You, but you hate Haitian Liancheng very much, you go and cut off the head of the old Dragon King, and I will accept you as a godson."

Long Yunteng's eyes were stern, he held a knife in both hands, stabbed hard, and said in a deep voice: "Ridiculous!"

The smile on Su Yuhen's lips disappeared, and a trace of cruelty emerged, and he said indifferently, "Then you can go to die."

Before he finished speaking, he exerted force with his two fingers, only to hear a crackling sound, and the long knife that was already full of cracks was snapped off. With the sharp tip of the knife between his thin fingers, he swiped at Long Yunteng's neck with his backhand. go.

The author has something to say: Su Yuhen cut Long Yunteng's throat with a knife [Long Yunteng, died at the age of 30]

"Wait..." Su Yu hated Erkang's hand, "Why is it different from the script? I don't want to be a widow!!!"