Chen Wentian, who was extremely angry, took action as the first move of the Eight Desolate Iron Palm. The iron palm pioneered the wilderness and slashed it with one palm. When Chen Wentian passed the Eight Desolate Iron Palm to his junior brother, he was so disappointed at this moment. He thought that this dull and taciturn junior brother who always stood behind him and firmly supported him was a gift from God to him, but he did not expect that in the end, the closest junior brother was his biggest enemy in his life. It was a great irony.

Li Xinling knew that the Eight Desert Iron Palm Technique was powerful, but did not take it in a force, but dodged it, and turned around Chen Wentian, occasionally teasing it. Then he retreated and wandered around Chen Wentian. Li Xinling was erratic, like a ghost, showing extremely strong light skills, but his light skills were unprecedented in Chen Wentian. Li Xinling also practiced the Eight Desert Iron Palm Technique, knowing that this technique is powerful, but he also knows its weakness, which is that it is extremely strong, which leads to huge consumption of energy and is difficult to last.

Li Xinling knew very well that at this time, his reinforcements were around him, but he had not come. He didn't want to do his best at this time, otherwise he would die here if he failed. He had already made up his mind that once he broke out of the siege, he would go straight to the branches of various roads, and he could take away a few branches. With his ability to Li Xinling, he could just pull away a group of backbone elites and create a new Luoyu Pavilion in a very short time.

Chen Wentian, wearing a blue shirt, had a big sleeve swaying, and the mist was steaming on his head. He had obviously put all his strength into attacking Li Xinling. Chen Wentian only attacked but not defended, and was full of murderous intent. He just wanted to slap Li Xinling's head on his neck with one palm. Li Xinling was also anxious, afraid that Tang Jiusheng and others would rush up to attack. He didn't want to be beaten to death here like a dead dog. He still had a great life to enjoy.

Chen Wentian's offensive became more and more fierce, and his thriving aura was like a tide. One wave had just faded, and another wave had risen again and again. If Li Xinling had not escaped by relying on his brilliant light skills several times, he would have been injured under Chen Wentian's palm at this moment. Even so, Li Xinling's figure was like a small boat in the sea, swaying in Shen Wentian's strong palm wind, as if he was at risk of overturning at any time.

Li Xinling was secretly shocked. He didn't expect that his senior brother's Eight Desolate Iron Palm can reach such a level. Although he also practiced the Eight Desolate Iron Palm Palm, he asked himself that his skill is not only slightly inferior to his senior brother, but also slightly inferior to his senior brother. Li Xinling had a more murderous intention. Such a senior brother could not stay, otherwise one day he would definitely be a big trouble. Although Chen Wentian was plotted by Li Xinling before, it was just Chen Wentian was careless and believed in his junior brother and Lu Lianyue too much.

Tang Jiusheng and others were also very surprised. They all felt that Chen Wentian's aura was long and abundant, just like the water of the big river in spring, endlessly, without showing any fatigue at all. It is hard to imagine that this is an old man in his sixties, and his opponent is his junior brother who is in his prime. His junior brother was forced by him and could only keep wandering and dodging. As expected, he is worthy of being the head of the world's number one killer organization and has the ability.

Tang Jiu looked at Chen Wentian and killed Li Xinling. Only this kind of moves used to fight for life and death would be more reference-based. He has always been good at learning the other party's moves when fighting with others. Now he has a ready-made opportunity for his own reference, and he doesn't have to play with his own life. How could Tang Jiusheng let go of such a rare opportunity? Tang Jiusheng was fascinated by seeing it. Even Cheng Zifei woke up the fat man, and Xiahou Lingyu didn't even see the fact that he greeted the fat woman Du Qingling in the past.

Li Xinling was finally forced to be forced by Chen Wentian. His senior brother was hit hard by the moves. He could no longer hide. His already ragged linen clothes were already pulled by Chen Wentian's aura.

He was like a beggar. Li Xinling was anxious and suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside the courtyard. It seemed that many people ran over. Then Li Xinling heard someone shouting: "Hurry, hurry up, go in, the deputy pavilion master is fighting with someone inside!"

Then everyone saw Li Xinling's general manager, Lord Qiu and the second guardian You Zhengwei, and led more than ten black-clothed warriors carrying copper swords, breaking into the main courtyard of Fengwuyuan. The Xiaowei and the Dongwei people who were watching the fun in the courtyard immediately retreated, leaving them a passage to walk inside. At the end of the passage, Chen Wentian and Li Xinling were fighting wildly. It seemed that Xiaowei and Dongwei had made up their minds not to participate in the internal fight in Luoyu Pavilion.

Seeing that Li Xinling was in a critical situation, Lord Qiu was already dodging left and right by Chen Wentian, and immediately shook the whisk and shouted, "Hurry up, go and gang the deputy head of the gang!" More than ten black-clothed warriors agreed, holding a bronze sword in their hands and rushed forward. Shui Ruyue and Shen Xiaoyu looked at Tang Jiusheng at the same time, and both asked for help from him with their eyes, wanting the Xiaowei people to rush up to stop the black-clothed warriors, but Tang Jiusheng shook his head and did not agree that Xiaowei was involved in the battle now.

Seeing that Tang Jiusheng insisted on refusing to save his father, Chen Xiaoyu was very angry and wanted to rush forward to help, but was pulled by Tang Jiusheng. Tang Jiusheng whispered: "Your father is so brave. Not to mention the past dozen warriors, even if there are fifty warriors, they will not be able to gain any advantage. Your father has his ideas. Don't ruin your father's good things!" Chen Xiaoyu struggled for a long time, but he couldn't get rid of Tang Jiusheng's hand. He stomped his feet in anger, took the opportunity to lower his head and bit Tang Jiusheng's hand hard. Tang Jiusheng shook in pain, but hugged him tighter.

Lord Qiu, who brought people to "rescue", was Li Xinling's iron-kung confidant. He was loyal to Li Xinling, but he was not interested in Chen Wentian. He even sneered at Chen Wentian behind his back. Lord Qiu laughed at Chen Wentian many times, only knowing how to make money by killing people, but he has no ambitions and is not in the world. Lord Qiu admired Li Xinling very much and always believed that men should have great ambitions and ambitions in the world like their deputy cabinet leader. That is a real man.

Chen Wentian became more angry when he saw Li Xinling come to help. A blue aura appeared on his pair of fleshy palms, which was quite out of the dust. Chen Wentian suddenly turned around, and several rabbits slapped the heads of six or seven black-clothed warriors with their iron palms. After a while, with Chen Wentian as the center of the circle, seven or eight black-clothed warriors lay on the ground. One by one, the brains were cracked. The other eight or nine black-clothed warriors looked fearful and dared not go forward. They just shouted bluffingly, and no one dared to go forward.

Seeing that the number of warriors in black was so small, Li Xinling couldn't help but angrily said, "Mr. Qiu, why did you bring only these people here at this critical moment of life and death? Ah?" Li Xinling was anxious. Just a few people were not enough to get people in between. Lord Qiu has been with him for so many years, and he doesn't look like an unstable person. What's wrong today?

Lord Qiu shouted: "Your Majesty, the deputy minister, and his subordinates have surrounded the Fengwu Garden with hundreds of black-clothed warriors. Don't worry, they can't escape!" Li Xinling felt a little relieved when he heard Lord Qiu say this. He was anxious just now and didn't care about anything. Now, after Lord Qiu says this, he seems to have suddenly come back.

Chen Wentian defeated seven or eight black-clothed warriors, all of whom were killed with one palm. Now whoever helps Li Xinling is his enemy, he will never be ruthless. Chen Wentian saw that the other warriors were scared and did not dare to come forward. Then he turned around and rushed to Li Xinling again. When Li Xinling saw reinforcements, he felt relieved, so he became arrogant and rushed to Chen Wentian, fisting and no longer retained his strength. The two brothers and brothers jumped up at the same time, and slapped each other's chest with their palms.

Four palms

It collided in the air, and there was a loud bang, like spring thunder blooming. The two of them flipped in the air and fell back to their original position. Chen Wentian seemed to have a little less internal strength. After landing, he quietly took two steps before he could barely stand firm. However, when Chen Wentian tried to stabilize his body, he accidentally broke a bluestone slab under his feet. It was obviously because his internal strength was slightly inferior to Li Xinling and he did not control his strength. A trace of fatigue suddenly flashed in Chen Wentian's eyes, but it was fleeting. All of this did not escape from Li Xinling's eyes.

Li Xinling was ecstatic. Although this old guy fought hard, he felt that he was a little powerless at this time. Sure enough, the Eight Desert Iron Palm was extremely exhausted, and the transformation of power and soft muscles were still playing a role. Li Xinling finally began to take the initiative to attack. He picked up a long copper sword from the dead black-clothed warrior, played two sword flowers, then picked up the sword and rolled over to Chen Wentian. Li Xinling rarely made a sword in normal times, and he would only make a sword when he met a strong enemy, but as long as he made a sword, he would definitely hurt people. For more than ten years, he had no exception.

Chen Wentian looked at Li Xinling's bronze sword wielding, and the sword energy was like a craze, but stood on the spot with expressionless face, allowing Li Xinling to control the sword energy and roll into his arms. When the first wave of sword energy finally reached Chen Wentian, Chen Wentian finally began to move. He stepped on the ground with his feet and stepped out two deep pits on the ground. The man jumped up like a meteor, quickly escaped from the coverage of the sword energy and rushed into the air, as if he knew he was unable to defeat him, and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Li Xinling looked up at Chen Wentian who was rushing away in the air at a very fast speed, and said with a grim face: "I want to leave? It's not that easy!" Li Xinling rose from the ground, followed the sword and stabbed Chen Wentian's back heart, and a black light hit Chen Wentian. However, Chen Wentian suddenly had a thousand-pound pendant and quickly fell back to the ground again. He picked up a copper sword that the dead black-clothed warrior dropped on the ground, lifted up several scenes of sword rain, and the sword energy was scattered, killing the remaining black-clothed warriors under the sword. The general manager Qiu and the second guardian You Zhengwei were in a hurry and finally avoided Chen Wentian's killing move.

Chen Wentian turned around, looked at Lord Qiu and the second guardian You Zhengwei, and said gloomyly: "All the people in this pavilion who follow this traitor must die! If you don't want to die, put down your weapons and withdraw. I can leave your arms and leave! Otherwise, I will be the same as this traitor!" Before Chen Wentian finished speaking, Li Xinling had already pounced in the air and stabbed Chen Wentian's head with a sword. The bronze sword in Chen Wentian's hand suddenly stabbed out, and the tips of the two bronze swords pressed together like lightning. Li Xinling took advantage of the momentum to suppress and wanted to kill Chen Wentian.

The sword tips of the two brothers were tightly pressed together. Li Xinling held the sword in both hands, constantly urging the energy to increase the force, trying to kill Chen Wentian in one fell swoop. Chen Wentian looked solemn, holding the sword in his right hand, and he went up with his junior brother Mao. Chen Wentian neither dodged nor refused to give in. Li Xinling floated in the air, and the man and the sword formed a word with Chen Wentian's sword, saying one by one: "Senior Brother, how about we decide our life and death now?"

Chen Wentian had no expression on his face and replied calmly: "It's not about life and death, it's about you!"

The onlooker Qiu and the second guardian You Zhengwei looked at each other and nodded together. The two brothers were in a stalemate at this time. When would they wait if they didn't go up to help? The two shouted, and Lord Qiu swung the whisk. You Zhengwei held a long sword in his hand and pounced on him. He killed Chen Wentian, who was unable to split his sword with Li Xinling. Chen Xiaoyu was so anxious that he sweated on his head, and wanted to pounce on her to help her father, but Tang Jiusheng tightly wrapped his waist and could not move at all. Chen Xiaoyu kept hitting Tang Jiusheng's hand in anger. Tang Jiusheng just laughed, and he didn't say anything since he let go.

Lord Qiu's whisk hit Chen Wentian's head heavily, and You Zhengwei's sword was about to stab Chen Wentian's back heart. The two of them were ecstatic. It seemed that today was Chen Wentian's death period!
Chapter completed!