Just now Wang Chao and the warriors brought by the big group no matter how fiercely they killed, the tables, chairs, flower pots, and various guys in the entire room were crushed.
It seems like hurricane transit.
The two -meter circle sitting in Long Xiaoshan is always calm.
Whatever he is, fist, sword wind, and sword gas, and the surgery of the sword gas is invisible to him.
At this time, Wang Chao retreated to him. After hearing his words, he swallowed the elixir and sat down directly to regulate the interest. Long Xiaoshan slowly stood up.
Humpback old man, middle -aged swordsman, a beautiful woman in red.
In their opinion, Long Xiaoshan rely on Wang Chao's powerful, so he dared to be so unscrupulous.
As long as Wang Chao is destroyed, the underground leader of Hechuan City, Long Xiaoshan, is a joke in front of the real hidden strong strong.
But Long Xiaoshan actually let Wang Chao take the initiative to retreat.
Slightly out of their expectations.
Could it be that this so -called leader is also a master.
Seeing that Long Xiaoshan was bland, there was no inner strength, and even when he came out, his footsteps were fluttering.
No matter how you look, you don't look like a master.
"Be careful, he is very powerful. He can throw a fireball and burn people to ashes, and block bullets." Zheng Zhongtian suddenly loudly reminded the hunchbacked old man and others.
He was afraid that the three of them would be careless and fell into Long Xiaoshan's trap.
This is their last reliance.
If the three of them have an accident.
It is difficult to say whether they can get out of this today.
With the decisive killing of Long Xiaoshan, he would not let go of the person who betrayed him.
The three old men who heard Zheng Zhongtian's words, the face changed slightly, the fireball burned people, blocked the bullet, the old man with the humpback said: "It turned out to be a master of Xuanmen."
If they said before, they would doubt what Zheng Zhongtian said, Long Xiaoshan looked too young, and it was unlikely to be a master of Xuanmen.
But there is Wang Chao.
They also became cautious, dare not underestimate Long Xiaoshan, so as not to turn the boat in the gap.
But the slightly surprising thing is.
Isn't the masterpiece master who likes to hide in the distance and put cold arrows?
Why is Long Xiaoshan who is carrying and leisurely forward.
He didn't know.
Master of surgery, facing a powerful inner force, once you are close, life and death will no longer be by him.
Seeing Long Xiaoshan getting closer and closer, they have approached their ten -meter range.
The three people suddenly looked cold, murderous, and started.
The beautiful woman in red is like a light smoke, and it is close to Long Xiaoshan, and the laughter of silver bells comes. In front of Long Xiaoshan, there are countless graceful beautiful women.
, Looming, delicate and charming, sounding into the ears, and pink fog, drifting into the tip of the nose of Longbuoshan, making people crispy, Long Xiaoshan seemed to fall into a gentle hometown at once, everything around me, only left, left only, left only
Drunk like a dream.
The beautiful woman in red seeing the obsession of Long Xiaoshan's eyes, a hint of cold killing in her eyes, like a poisonous snake, stretched out a white palm, pinched the throat of Long Xiaoshan.
Light, obviously contains high toxic, see blood sealing throat.
At the moment when the beautiful woman's fingers were attached to the throat of Long Xiaoshan.
In the eyes of Long Xiaoshan, the two dazzling golden flames were burned. In the blink of an eye, the eight wastes were swept away, and the golden flames rushed into the eyes of the beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman screamed very screaming, Qiqiao came out of blood, her body retreated, covering her head, painful and sorrowful, the original beautiful face became like a evil ghost.
How powerful is Long Xiaoshan.
It is the body of the god.
The spiritual beauty of the beautiful woman, who wants to put Long Xiaoshan into the illusion, just like a big knife in front of Guan Gong's face, and was immediately reflected by the spirit.
At this time, the middle -aged swordsman walked with the sword.
The long sword shakes.
Dozens of sword light appeared.
The virtuality is real, a sword stabs the eyebrows of Long Xiaoshan.
bite!
When Jian Guang was close to Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows, he disappeared instantly, and the middle -aged swordsman was shocked. Long Xiaoshan was behind him, lifted his other hand, stretched out two fingers, and clamped the middle -aged swordsman's sword tip.
No matter how hard he was, even the sword body was bent, and he could not let the sword move.
Suddenly, a dark red flame emerged from the fingertips of Long Xiaoshan.
Instantly, such as Xinghuo Liaoyuan.
The dark red flame flowed along the long sword, burned to the hands of the middle -aged swordsman, and the middle -aged swordsman screamed and quickly put the long sword aside, but the flame had burned down his palm.
roar!
The attack on humpback was almost at the same time as the middle -aged swordsman.
At the moment when the flame burned.
Long Xiaoshan's chest was already high, and then, like a huge weather, he fell down, he opened his mouth, spit out and opened his voice, alas!
A milky air flow, condensed like a strong arrow, sprayed out of his mouth.
Beat on the cigarette pot of the humpback old.
Bang!
The smoke pot was flattened, and the white -like airflow just shifted a little bit, and it was hit directly on the chest of the humpback old man. The crackling was broken.
At this time, the middle -aged swordsman screamed.
It was actually cutting my arms from one arm and throwing it on the ground.
The arm was swallowed in an instant, and it was burned into a burnt ash.
In a blink of an eye.
Three major hiddenmen masters.
One is rejected by the spirit, and the soul is hit hard.
One arm was broken.
One was broken by a stern bone in one breath.
Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
These three masters, the strength just shown just now is already powerful, and Wang Chao is fighting, it is almost broken.
But in front of Long Xiaoshan, how many three -year -old children face a strong man.
In a blink of an eye, abandoned, disabled.
Everyone solidifies there and dare not move.
The middle -aged swordsman only broke one arm. His consciousness was the most sober and most scary of the three people. He was ordered to be different from the southwest.
Hundreds of battles have encountered hundreds of times in your life, but you have never met such a horrible guy.
This person is ten times stronger than the most powerful guy he met.
Even at this time, the pain of broken arms was forgotten.
Fan Yu trembled his lips and asked, "You, who are you?"
Long Xiaoshan laughed: "You come to kill me, don't anyone know me?"
Fan was unwilling, how could he know that he only knew that he was invited by the Cui family to deal with the underground leader of Hechuan City. How could such a person enter the eyes of his deadly swordsman, so he didn't even ask his name.
Suddenly a warrior nearby trembled madly, like a ghost charm, staring at Long Xiaoshan Road: "You, are you a master of Long?"
Long Xiaoshan looked at him and said lightly: "Do you know me?"
"I, I, I," the warrior suddenly kneeling down to the ground and couldn't hold the hoe.