Eight hundred and fortieth chapters spike three people
Chapter 843
Long Xiaoshan slowly stood up.
No matter how fierce the warriors brought by Wang Chao and the group of young masters were killed, they smashed the tables, chairs, flower pots, and all kinds of guys in the room, even the ground was covered with potholes and gloomy eyes.
It's like a hurricane passing through the border.
The two-meter radius where Long Xiaoshan was sitting was always calm and unwavering.
No matter what palm strength, fist strength, sword wind, and sword energy are all gone invisible when he comes to him.
At this time, Wang Chao retreated to him. After hearing his words, he swallowed the pill, sat down and adjusted his breathing directly, while Long Xiaoshan slowly stood up.
The hunchbacked old man, middle-aged swordsman, and the beautiful woman in red were stunned.
In their opinion, Long Xiaoshan relied on Wang Chao's strength to dare to be so unscrupulous.
As long as Wang Chao is killed, Long Xiaoshan, the underground leader of Hechuan City, is a joke in front of the real Hidden Sect powerhouse.
But Long Xiaoshan actually asked Wang Chao to retreat voluntarily.
Slightly beyond their expectations.
Could it be that this so-called leader is also a master?
Seeing Long Xiaoshan's body was dull and without any internal energy, even when he walked out, his steps were light and not as stable as an old tree like a warrior.
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 these three people also had an accident.
It’s hard to say whether they can get out of here today.
With Long Xiaoshan's decisive killing, he would not let anyone who betrayed him go.
When the hunchbacked old man and the other three heard Zheng Zhongtian's words, their faces changed slightly. The fireball burned people and blocked the bullet. The hunchbacked old man said sternly: "It turns out to be a master of the Xuanmen."
If they had said before, they would have suspected what Zheng Zhongtian said, Long Xiaoshan looked too young and unlikely to be a master of Xuanmen magic.
But Wang Chao is ahead.
They were cautious and did not dare to underestimate Long Xiaoshan, so as not to capsize in the gutter.
But what is slightly unexpected is.
Don’t magic experts usually like to hide in the distance and shoot cold arrows?
Why did Long Xiaoshan actually put his hands behind his back and move forward leisurely?
Didn't he know?
A master of magic, facing a powerful internal martial artist, once he gets close to him, life and death will no longer be allowed.
I saw Long Xiaoshan getting closer and closer, and he was approaching their ten meters.
The three of them suddenly looked cold and their murderous aura suddenly started to attack.
The beautiful woman in red floated like a ball of light smoke, and in an instant she approached Long Xiaoshan. Blasts of silver bell-like laughter came. In front of Long Xiaoshan, countless graceful women suddenly appeared, with exposed clothes and beautiful buttocks and breasts.
, faintly appeared, and the sweet and charming chanted in my ears, and there were waves of pink mist floating into the tip of Long Xiaoshan's nose, making people feel cordyceps and soft. Long Xiaoshan seemed to be trapped in a gentle country, everything around disappeared, only
Intoxicated as a dream.
The beautiful woman in red saw a look of obsession in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and a cold murderous intent flashed in her eyes, like a poisonous snake, stretched out a snow-white palm and pinched it towards Long Xiaoshan's throat. The sharp nails were shining with blue eyes.
The light obviously contains a very poison, and the throat is blocked by blood.
Just as the beautiful woman's fingers touched Long Xiaoshan's throat.
Two dazzling golden flames suddenly burned in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and bang! In a blink of an eye, they swept through Bahuang and sprayed out of their eyes, and golden flames rushed into the beautiful woman's eyes.
The beautiful woman let out a shrill scream, blood flowed out of her seven orifices, her body retreated repeatedly, covering her head, and wailing in pain, and her originally beautiful face turned like an evil ghost.
How powerful is Long Xiaoshan’s spirit?
It is the body of a god.
The beautiful woman was just a spiritual charming technique, and wanted to make Long Xiaoshan fall into a illusion, just like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, she was immediately mentally backfired.
At this time, the middle-aged swordsman followed the sword.
The long sword shook.
Dozens of sword light appeared.
The real and false, the sword stabbed Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows.
bite!
When the sword light approached Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows, it disappeared instantly. The middle-aged swordsman was shocked. Long Xiaoshan held one hand behind him, raised his other hand, stretched out two fingers to clamp the middle-aged swordsman's sword tip.
No matter how hard he used, he even bent his sword body and could not move the long sword at all.
Suddenly, a little dark red flame appeared on Long Xiaoshan's fingertips.
In an instant, it was like sparks spreading.
The dark red flame flowed along the sword and burned into the hands of the middle-aged swordsman. The middle-aged swordsman screamed and quickly threw the sword away, but the flame had already burned up along his palm.
roar!
The hunchbacked old man's attack was almost at the same time as the middle-aged swordsman.
At the moment when the flames ignited.
Long Xiaoshan's chest was already bulging high, and then, like a huge blower, suddenly sank down. He opened his mouth, exhaled, and made a sound, Hum!
A milky white air flow, condensed like a strong arrow, ejected from his mouth.
Hit the hunchbacked old man's cigarette pot.
Bang!
The smoke pot was flattened, and the white airflow was slightly shifted, and it hit the chest of the hunchbacked old man, crackling, and the bones on the old man's chest were broken, flying out, and hitting heavily on the wall.
At this time, the middle-aged swordsman screamed.
He actually cut off one of his arms and threw them on the ground.
The arm was instantly engulfed by the fire and burned to ashes.
In a blink of an eye.
Three masters of hidden sects.
One was retaliated by the spirit and his soul was severely damaged.
One broke an arm.
One of his sternum was shattered by one breath, and he didn't know how to live or die.
Everyone was stunned and could not believe their eyes.
The strength these three masters just now showed is already extremely powerful. When fighting with Wang Chao, it is like a collapse of heaven and earth.
But when I arrived in front of Long Xiaoshan, I was almost like a three-year-old child facing a strong man.
In a blink of an eye, what is gone is gone, what is gone is gone.
Everyone was frozen there and dared not move.
The middle-aged swordsman just broke one arm. His consciousness was the most sober and feared among the three. He had a different style of a deadly swordsman, and he was also considered a master in the southwest.
I encountered hundreds of battles in my life, but I have never met such a terrifying guy.
This man is ten times stronger than the most powerful guy he has ever met.
Even at this time, I even forgot the pain of the broken arm.
Fan Bian asked with his lips trembling and said, "Who are you?"
Long Xiaoshan chuckled: "You come and kill me, don't you even know who I am?"
Fan thought to himself, how could he know? He only knew that he was invited by the Cui family to deal with an underground dragon leader in Hechuan City. How could such a person fall into his eyes as a deadly swordsman? So he didn't even ask his name.
Suddenly, a nearby warrior trembled wildly, staring at Long Xiaoshan like a ghost, and said, "You, are you Master Long?"
Long Xiaoshan looked at him and said lightly: "Do you know me?"
"I, I, I," the warrior suddenly fell to the ground, kowtowed, and wailed in great tremendous wailing: "Master, please spare me, the villain has no eyes to recognize Mount Tai, offends the master, he deserves to die, and deserves to be punished by ten thousand people.