Double Dragon Club

Ever since a flying dragon was branded on his back that day, Leng Fei didn't know when he woke up.Perhaps Lin Ao said that the snow lotus ointment on that day was really effective, and the burn on his back seemed to have eased a lot, only a little bit of burning pain.

He sat up slowly, except for one shackle on his foot, the rest of the shackles were released.

Thinking of Lin Ao actually using such torture on him that day, Leng Fei sighed bitterly, and his back began to ache again.

He really didn't understand Lin Ao. The other party kept saying that he loved him, but all he was given was pain and suffering. If this was considered love, how could he bear it?

The surrounding stone walls are dark and hard, forming this airtight dungeon. Leng Fei glanced at the place where he was imprisoned, wondering how long he would be imprisoned.

When Leng Fei was feeling disheartened, the stone wall on one side suddenly opened slowly.

Leng Fei's heart trembled, thinking that it was Lin Ao who came again, his expression darkened immediately, he didn't even want to look over there.

However, the voice that sounded in this gloomy dungeon was so gentle and graceful.

"Sir, are you here?"

Yan Liuyun supported the stone wall and slowly walked into the dungeon. After bypassing a wall, she finally saw Leng Fei who had been thinking about him day and night.

In the mourning hall, Lin Ao and the masters of the Ssangyong Club were still fighting inextricably, but in comparison, he still had the upper hand.

The four altar masters and several other Ssangyong Association masters who stepped forward to help were injured to varying degrees by Lin Ao, while Lin Ao himself only had his hair crown knocked off and two cuts on his sleeve.

He drew up Yanyang Zhenqi, flying with the scorching Qi around him, and his golden and black hair gradually showed a dark red color. Seeing that his inner strength was so deep, everyone dared not go forward for a while, for fear of being caught by the Yanyang Zhenqi. Burn the lungs.

Lin Ao knew that they couldn't beat him, and the arrogance in his heart doubled. His admiration for Leng Fei had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years, and now that he was able to vent it, the aura was naturally frightening.

In the plain white mourning hall, Lin Ao was also dressed in plain white. He stood upright in the hall, looked around contemptuously at the masters who wanted to capture him alive or put him to death, and stroked him in the middle of the fight. With messy hair, he provocatively said loudly, "I don't have time to play with you, it's best for you all to go up together and let me solve it together, so as not to waste my time one by one!"

The four altar masters who took the lead heard Lin Ao insulting and provoking them. Although they felt resentful in their hearts, they were also very aware of the gap in power between them. However, until now, either Lin Ao died or they died. No one dared to slack off.

The four looked at each other, nodded, and decided to use the ultimate move of the four of them working together.

Lin Ao knew that they were going to make a unique move, so he didn't panic, he just straightened his waist, calmed down his dantian, and waited for the change.

All of a sudden, the four altar masters, Qinglong, Baihu, Xuanwu, and Suzaku, shouted at the same time, and rushed towards Lin Ao from different directions. Their movements were extremely fast, and in an instant, the four of them firmly grabbed Lin Ao's limbs. .

"I've caught him!" Seeing that the blow was successful, the Azure Dragon Altar Master couldn't help being overjoyed.

Lin Ao was hugged tightly by the four people and couldn't move. He glanced at the four altar masters who were still excited, and sneered at the corner of his mouth. The four of them wanted to hug a copper furnace that was constantly heating up.

"Hahahaha!" Lin Ao laughed wildly, and shook the four altar masters away with all his strength.

At this moment, his dark red hair was flying high, and his whole body was emitting red light, just like stepping on fire. !

"This guy's Yanyang Divine Art is really powerful. If we want to fight recklessly, we might not be able to. Why not attack Lin Ao directly, maybe there is still hope."

The master of the Xuanwu altar, who is good at using tactics, finally thought of the last method after several people failed repeatedly. However, martial arts practitioners know the importance of guarding the door, and they will protect the door tightly when fighting with others. Looking at Lin Ao, he saw that his lower body was as stable as a rock, with his hands clasped triumphantly, his burly body stood upright, awe-inspiring, and there seemed to be no flaws to be found.

The Master of Qinglong Altar coughed up a mouthful of blood, glared at Lin Ao who was standing in the hall like showing off his might, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, even though this person is amazing, he should have a weakness after all, we are so..."

The four of them discussed and agreed, and joined hands to attack Lin Ao.

"Humph."

Lin Ao sneered, jumped forward, and kicked the White Tiger Altar Master who was the first to step forward. Just as he was about to turn around to deal with the others, the Azure Dragon Altar Master Peeped at the right time and slammed into Lin Ao's crotch As soon as he kicked him, he thought that Lin Ao, as a man, no matter how good his martial arts is, he would be discouraged immediately after being kicked like this. Although this kind of method is too indecent, it is not the time to talk about morals when dealing with traitors.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ao just stared at him, then suddenly turned around and grabbed the chest of the Azure Dragon Altar Master, throwing him angrily onto the beams and pillars in the hall.

At this point in the fierce battle, the four altar masters were all seriously injured. They looked at Lin Ao with a haughty and complacent expression unwillingly, and still wanted to fight to the death.

"You guys, do you think that you can hurt me by resorting to such indecent means? Haha, the Yanyang Divine Art has no flaws, so you are really wasting your time!" Lin Ao's eyes turned cold, and the murderous intent was fully revealed. Tired of this house-like game, it's time to put an end to these eyesores.

When the four altar masters were in a desperate situation, a figure slowly walked in from outside the hall.

"Yanyang Divine Art takes the red dragon as its meaning, the dragon and the snake are one body, the so-called strangling the snake seven inches, why not the dragon?"

Leng Fei walked into the hall with a livid face, glaring at Lin Ao.

"That's right, that's right, the master is saying that Lin Ao's door is in his throat!" Qinglong Altar Master quickly realized what Leng Fei said, and couldn't help being ecstatic. Combined with Leng Fei's power, the seemingly invincible mighty dragon in front of him is just a dead snake.

Seeing Leng Fei appearing in front of him, Lin Ao knew that someone close to him must have leaked the news. After being startled, he quickly calmed down as usual, even his arrogant face never restrained.

"Brother, it seems that today's battle is inevitable! Although you have broken through my trap, you may not be stronger than me. I have already practiced the ninth level of the Yanyang Divine Art, but you are still staying in Xuanyin!" The seventh level of divine power, plus those four trash, you may be able to fight me!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Ao raised his sleeves and punched, and the place where the sleeves brushed brought bursts of scorching heat. Seeing this, Leng Fei immediately raised his hand to block it.

The two fists and palms intersected, and each took a step back, but Lin Ao's expression was normal, while Leng Fei's expression was uncomfortable.

Seeing this, the four altar masters hurried up to help Leng Fei regardless of their own serious injuries. For a while, the hall became a mess again.

Leng Fei also knew that he was not Lin Ao's opponent who had been tortured by imprisonment, but since he was the head of the Ssangyong Society, he naturally couldn't abandon the four loyal altar masters who were loyal to him, and the burn on his back was still aching. , It also reminds me of the fact that there is no relationship between myself and the person in front of me.

Seeing that the four altar masters were gradually weakened under Lin Ao's intimidation, Leng Fei immediately stepped forward to catch Lin Ao's frequent killing moves.

After several fights, Leng Fei felt his heart was on fire and his blood surged, but he still insisted on himself and refused to retreat.

"Brother, it's still too late for you to back off, otherwise I won't be able to distinguish the seriousness of my attack in a while!"

Lin Ao aroused Yan Yang's true energy, and the momentum became more and more powerful. He looked helplessly at Leng Fei, who was obviously weak, and was unwilling to seriously injure him.

Leng Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up straight, his body, which was already a bit thin after being tortured, his eyes were firm, without any wavering.

"If I die, what does it matter to me? Come on, let's do it!"

"Okay, since big brother is so brave, don't blame me for being merciless!"

The two of them fought together again, and the hall was filled with dust, leaving two different traces, one cold and the other hot.

Facing Lin Ao's fierce and domineering attack, Leng Fei, who was already uncomfortable, was gradually unable to resist it. Although he could clearly see the origin of Lin Ao's menacing palm, he was unable to dodge it under his sluggish body.

"Ugh……"

Leng Fei sighed lightly, knowing that if he got hit by this palm, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die. Could it be that he really lost so completely this time?

It's just that he was resolute by nature, and he would never give in. Even though he knew that he was doomed, he still kept his expression slightly restrained, showing no trace of fear or cowardice.

A gust of hot air rushed towards Leng Fei's face, and Leng Fei's hair hanging in front of his forehead was scorched.

Leng Fei opened his eyes, and sure enough, Lin Ao stood aside with his palms back, a trace of unbearable entangled in the ruthlessness on his face.

"Why don't you do it?!" Leng Fei asked sharply.

Lin Ao shook his head, smiled wryly, and clenched his palms tightly.

He glanced back at the four altar masters who were unable to move, as well as the corpses of his disciples who died in the fight before, and let out a long sigh.

But Lin Ao then thought about the reason why he would rather put himself in the goal of betraying his relatives, and the weakness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a cold and cruel determination.

He turned around to look at Leng Fei, and asked in a deep voice, "Brother, can you admit defeat?"

Leng Fei saw the fierce look in his eyes, and knew Yi Lin Ao's violent temper, if he didn't get a satisfactory answer, he might bloodbath the Ssangyong Club.

He had no choice but to nod heavily.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect my elder brother to be so happy! Well, please let my elder brother walk with me. In the future, I, Lin Ao, will never step into the Ssangyong Club. I will give you peace!"

Lin Ao laughed loudly, and immediately wanted to snatch Leng Fei away.

Unexpectedly, Leng Fei had plans long ago. Although he conceded defeat, he still refused to obey Lin Ao, because these days he had already understood Lin Ao's purpose in taking him away. Even if he was not good at martial arts, if he was seduced and insulted by Lin Ao again , but absolutely not.

I don’t know who left a broken sword at his feet. Leng Fei looked at the sword with a cold light, and many past events emerged in his mind. Brothers who are like brothers and sisters seem to be in the shadows. Now in front of him is nothing but a cold Cruel lunatic.

Forget it, if one dies, all things rest, if one's own blood can quell Lin Ao's madness, that would be a good thing.

Leng Fei smiled slightly, and suddenly kicked the broken sword. He took the broken sword with his bare hands, and was about to wipe it off his neck.

Standing beside Leng Fei, how could Lin Ao just sit and watch him commit suicide? With a loud shout, he recklessly stepped forward and snatched the broken sword from Leng Fei's hand, and his own hand was also cut with blood dripping from it.

Lin Ao threw away the Broken Sword, looked at Leng Fei who was bleeding from his neck, and hurriedly hugged him tightly, checking his injuries.

Leng Fei was extremely desperate, but at the moment he was lying in Lin Ao's arms, he found that this was the best chance to turn defeat into victory. Just doing this, he was too ruthless to Lin Ao, but thinking about what the other party did, Leng Fei immediately Gritting his teeth, he raised his breath secretly.

Lin Aosheng was afraid that he was too slow to strike, Leng Fei had already slit his throat, he covered Leng Fei's neck in a panic, completely oblivious to the other party's palm that was congealing his true energy.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Leng Fei nodded, his eyes turned cold, and he punched Lin Ao's throat with his right fist.

The four altar masters lying on one side of the hall saw Lin Ao, who was hugging Leng Fei, suddenly roared and fell to the ground. A mouthful of thick blood spurted out from his mouth, staining the plain curtain hanging above his head red.

As soon as the blow hit, Leng Fei immediately braced himself up, quickly jumped to Lin Ao's side, and slammed several palms on the key points on his body, until Lin Ao's whole body went limp, and he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood before he stopped. .

Seeing that Lin Ao was completely subdued, Leng Fei heaved a sigh of relief. He gasped heavily for a while, and someone around him immediately supported him.

Lin Ao, who was lying on the ground, made uh-uh sounds, but because of the heavy damage to his throat, he was unable to make a sound for a while. He looked at Leng Fei, who was in a trance, with grief and indignation, his eyes hurt, and the eye sockets slowly turned red.

Because Lin Ao was so powerful just now, even though the subordinates of the Ssangyong Club saw him lying on the ground, they still didn't dare to step forward.

On the other hand, the Azure Dragon Altar Master came up with someone's support. He stepped on Lin Ao's right knee, stomping hard as if venting his anger, and actually broke Lin Ao's knee bone.

Lin Ao groaned in pain and smiled miserably, but he couldn't move his hands and feet, only his body trembled slightly.

"Master, how do you deal with this guy?"

Leng Fei glanced at Lin Ao, turned his head away wearily, and ordered in a low voice, "Lock it up first. After a while, I will make up my own mind."

Now that Leng Fei had given the order, several disciples immediately stepped forward and dragged Lin Ao up. Lin Ao's hair was mixed with blood, covering his face which was also covered in blood, and his appearance was very frightening.

He stared at Leng Fei's back, hoarsely shouted words that no one could understand, but he saw Leng Fei turn around indifferently and leave without looking back.

Under the extreme grief and anger, Lin Ao finally couldn't hold it any longer. He roared hoarsely, and then spit out a big mouthful of blood, and slowly passed out.