The Tang Sect in Shu has a long history. It is said that it was established in the late Shu Han period. Almost everyone in the world knows that the children of the Tang Sect are famous for their two unique skills: poison and hidden weapons. If they get involved, then half of their feet will step into the Hall of Yama.

However, it was able to occupy Shu, and it has been standing firm for hundreds of years after the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. The Tang Sect only has two abilities: poison and hidden weapons? According to the intelligence dealer of the Jianghu Lake, there are 36 kinds of extraordinary skills in the Tang Sect. No matter each, it is enough to be famous in the Jianghu Lake. In addition to the 36 kinds of extraordinary skills, there are also the so-called "Four Artifacts of the Gate", which are for "kill, sword, dark, and poison". Among them, the two supernatural skills of the killer and sword weapon have never appeared in the Jianghu Lake. No one can know how powerful it is.

However, although the Tang Sect is famous in the world, it has always been a wealthy family rooted in Shu. Since ancient times, the poor have not fought against the rich, and the wealth has not fought against the officials. No matter how powerful the Tang Sect is, can it still be a great royal relative, Li Yuan, one of the eight generals of the founding state of the Sui Dynasty? Therefore, in order to make a living, the idea of ​​killing Li Shentong and all the witnesses is not wrong from a certain perspective.

The two sickles came out at the same time, and there was only silence. Because the speed of the moves east and west alone had exceeded the speed of the sound spreading to the ears. With this hand alone, there were not many people who could escape by chance in the martial arts world. And even fewer could be taken. Before, Yang Zhao and Mingyue and Xiao Qu had never shown any martial arts. Therefore, Dongxiu had confidence and could definitely cut the target's head down with one knife!

Unfortunately, the world is not satisfactory. A pair of fleshy palms do not dodge or avoid, and they turn over their wrists and meet them. A bright light suddenly appears in the palm of their palm, forming the shape of the "Gen" hexagram. The two clear sounds of "dang, dang" are the two sickles of Qimen made of Wujin in the east and west, which are like iron stones. Not only can't cut the opponent's palm, they are shocked to make the tiger's mouth ache. The two arms are shocked upward at the same time, and the empty gate is exposed.

This shock was extraordinary, and he was shocked in the same situation. However, he was in mid-air and it was too late to change his moves to breathe. He took the time to take the initiative to activate his body without thinking, and at the same time, he subconsciously activated the mysterious skill to protect his body, preparing to take over the enemy's counterattack. Unexpectedly, the black shadow in front of him swayed lightly, and the person they were going to kill passed straight through the middle of his two brothers in a dignified manner. Just like an arrow from a string, it shot straight towards Li Shentong and Tang Siwen in the middle of the street!

The first word that emerged in my mind was: Master!

The second word that emerges is: Danger!

Without any hesitation, the two Tangmen guards turned sharply and threw the Qimen sickle in their hands. Two plates of black lights chased the wind, the sharp whirlwind power, the black gold Xuanfeng and the inner true energy they had practiced throughout their lives were invincible and powerful. Fan Qinghui's eyes shrank rapidly, and the sword finger hidden under her sleeve was about to be released, but before it was about to be released, a few hesitation flashed between her eyebrows, and finally she did not take action.

But even if this rescue is implemented, it is all unnecessary for the black shadow. In the lightning, the dive cast suddenly turned upwards. The black shadow rotated half a circle in a strange posture in the air, bowed his waist and stepped forward and pushed down, just at the junction of the two Qimen weapons handles and blades. The black light suffocated, and then suddenly burst out with strange sobs, changing direction and slashing Tang Siwen's back. Tang Siwen didn't have eyes behind him, and he didn't see a series of changes behind him. The rabbits suddenly changed and became horizontal, and even had no room for half of the reaction. But when he heard the "puff" sound of entering the flesh, two sickles slashed into the left and right shoulder blades of the Tang Sect master at the same time.

Blood was flowing like a rush, and the pain was hitting his heart. Tang Siwen, who was slamming Li Shentong, suddenly stopped. For two or three moments, he was completely stunned, as if he didn't understand what was going on. But then, he burst out with a loud roar that shocked the earth.

In a hurry to protect himself, Pure Yang Wuji's skill was urged to a unprecedented state of despair. The fierce sun fire was surging, and the air within three feet of his side was also baked into a blur. The muscles of his body were even more tense and harder than iron. The two black gold sickles were not only unable to penetrate half an inch, but were stimulated by the powerful internal force and immediately flew out into the sky. Dongxixi, who came to help, didn't even bother to take back his weapons. They looked at each other in shock and shouted in horror: "Ten days to return, gather the Yang and merge together!"

Before he finished speaking, the Yanghuo suddenly stopped from the interruption. The "click" sound, and the tall and burly Tang Siwen was paralyzed on the ground like a lump of mud. He hurriedly rushed to check it out. After exploring it, he felt that although his breathing was extremely thin and small, his pulse was still stable. He just fainted due to exhaustion and was not in danger of life. He didn't happen to be at this deadly moment to survive the "deadly death disaster".

Two big rocks in their hearts fell safely, their faces slanted east and west were gloomy and looked coldly, and they saw the black shadows falling steadily. It turned out to be the young man who had not taken him seriously from beginning to end. The two exchanged their eyes and said in their hearts: "Go to the point." However, although they felt a little annoyed, they did not have the idea of ​​retreating.

The Dongxie Feng and the Xidu Wushuang Blade are both listed as the best among the 36 kinds of extraordinary skills of the Tang Sect. They are used together and their power is even more powerful. In addition, the Dongxie Feng and Xidu are twin brothers, and they are in harmony with each other. Therefore, they have been rampant in Shu for twenty years and have almost never encountered any setbacks. The two are arrogant and always very conceited. Although they were determined to kill people just now, Yang Zhao was introverted and did not show any trace of martial arts. Even though the sickle was cruel and sharp, they only used five success forces. If they tried their best, even though Yang Zhao was extremely tricky, they were still confident that they could cut off his head.

As for the others? Two delicate and weak little girls, a young man who has been beaten to death with 5 tuberculosis and seven injuries. If he can't even deal with such three people, he will no longer have to roll around in the world in the future. He will simply abandon his martial arts and go home to take care of his old age.

All kinds of thoughts changed, but in the blink of an eye, Tang Dong leaned forward and laughed dryly, "This little brother is so handsome. My two brothers have not walked out of Shu for more than ten years, and they have become frogs in the well. Haven't you asked for the name of the surname?"

Yang Zhao pressed Li Shentong's back with one hand and slowly input his internal strength to help him get angry. After all, he should be repaid by someone's grace. The kindness is ten times, and the grudge is a hundred times. Li Shentong finally became a sucker for so many days and invited him to eat rice for so many days. At this time, it was nothing to help him with a little help. Hearing Tang Dong asked a question in a slanted way, Yang Zhao raised his head and smiled and said, "Don't be your surname Yang. I dare not be a good name, just a word Yu. Two old men, what happened tonight is just a misunderstanding, there is no need to kill people, right? It's better to give in each step, everyone goes home to take a hot bath and then go to bed. When they wake up tomorrow morning, they will forget everything about tonight as a dream. Wouldn't everyone be happy?"

"Haha, it's really easy to make a suggestion." Tang Dong smiled strangely and said, "Old Du, what do you think."

Tang Xidu said in a deep voice: "A word is determined. Lao Xi, go and help the young master get up, let's go."

Tang Dong snapped his fingers in a slanted "click" and casually inserted the black golden sickle back onto his belt. He turned his back to Yang Zhao, bent down and gestured, and reached out to support Tang Siwen. He took only half a step on his right leg. The slanted man suddenly didn't know how to twist and swing, and slid in a slanted seven steps against the ground. He just turned to Yang Zhao's right side, "slanted rolling the sad edge", and slashed from bottom to top. He sliced ​​together a fireworks, which was really difficult to prevent and stop.

The golden light bursts with four blooms, and the shape of the hexagram in the palm of his palm appeared. The little prince sneered and said, "I have been waiting for this move for a long time!" He swung his palms and slapped them quickly, and used the straight and slanted. How could he fight against a righteous army? "Dangwu~" The strange sound trembled angrily, and the palm power of Gantian rushed forward, swung the black golden sickle, and slapped the chest to Tang Dong.

Unexpectedly, his palm touched the enemy's chest and clothes. The slanted man suddenly looked like a bent bamboo. His waist suddenly bending back from oblique to straightening, and he avoided the killing attack in an almost impossible situation. His sickle handle turned back and threw it out and chopped Yang Zhao's back to the back of his head, and said with a long smile: "Children, his vision is too bad. Since he can't hit it, he deserves to suffer a little."

"What a crooked way? What a dog? Fart!" Yang Zhao missed his palm and immediately changed his move. He fell into his body, and used the mantis' fingers to slid his arms, "Ding~" firmly clamped the three-inch blade at the front of the sickle. The water power of the "Kan" appeared in the palm of his right palm, which made Li Shentong, who was exhausted and unable to help, would only be hindered. He took the opportunity to pat Tang Dong's slanted Tianling Cap with his back.

The wind was stern, and the sharp blade broke through the air. Tang Xidu slashed his neck without a sound, using the strategy of surrounding Wei to save Zhao just right. Yang Zhao had never learned any body protection qigong, so he naturally did not dare to block the sickle with his body. The Diaowei had no choice but to give up clamping Tang Dongxi and use the mantis' heart circle to rotate and block the troll. The "pop" sounded, and Tang Dongxi's scream was even more unpleasant than killing a pig. The slanted man's left hand was soft and hung down. Although he avoided the attack of the Tianling in time, his shoulder was a scapegoat, and he was already dislocated.

Brothers were connected to each other and were injured in Dongxie. Xidu immediately turned red and shouted, "Old Edge, how are you?" Tang Dongxie gritted his teeth and shouted, "I can't die. He, the son of Maba Bazi, is very hard on his hands. Lao Du, stands shoulder to shoulder." The black gold sickle lit up again, tilted forward and backward to the left and right, and the sword technique was fully developed, complex and tricky and strange tricks emerged one after another. Tang Xidu grabbed it at the same time and used the "Invincible Blade" to cooperate from the side. In an instant, he was transformed into two, transformed into four, transformed into eight, and rushed up from all directions, and was injured in all directions. The shadows were all hurt, and the few were dominated by the few.

These two strange men are not only inferior to Fan Qinghui in terms of real skills, but they are not even as good as those of the monks in the Indians. However, their moves are all strange and unpredictable, and every attack is unexpected. If you are not careful, you may feel regretful on the spot at any time. Yang Zhao was so energetic that he stepped on the innate Eight Trigrams and walked forward and retreat; his right palm picked the baton and moved the four hexagrams, and the four hexagrams of Kan, Gen, Xun and Dui alternated in a series, protecting himself as solid as a golden soup. The left hand mantis twitched his eyes and broke his throat, cracked his bones and ripped his tendons, and his moves were cruel and fierce. Although he was bare-handed, the two strange men could never get any advantage.

It's just that the crooked edge is easy to block, but it's hard to be unparalleled. Even though Tang Dong's slanting moves are tricky, there is only one sickle after all. However, Tang Xidu's body movements are fantastic, and the reality is born together. When he is in front and suddenly comes, one person can treat it as seven or eight people. Yang Zhao even made a harsh move, but he only hit the remaining statue. Instead, because he was unable to take action, he was scratched three times on the back and forearm by two black gold sickles. Even if he was only injured by the skin and flesh, he would still suffer a loss.

The Heavenly Sword is connected to the spirit and tempers the mind. The enemy is facing the enemy, the more he suffers, the more calm Yang Zhao becomes. While he is calm, he carefully observes Tang Xi's singleness. He sees him as if the wind is swaying the lotus leaves and swaying left and right. Suddenly, he touches the inspiration and shouts: "The reality produces the false, the upper is fake, the lower is real! I understand." He uses both hands to make the Lihuo hexagram at the same time, and the mantis's hands are intertwined and slashed, and Liaoyuan quickly rolls and attacks the plate.

Tang Dong's face changed drastically. He was about to swing the black golden sickle that was slashing Yang Zhao's calf and quickly returned to the ground. "Dang~" with the help of the reaction force, he slid backwards and shouted: "Old Du, he has seen through you!" Before he could finish his voice, Tang Xidu roared and jumped quickly. It was almost as fast as the "fire mantis cutting the wheat" that came to pursue his soul and life.

With feet instead of hands, water and fire are incompatible! The two hexagrams of Li Kan appeared at the same time. Yang Zhao, who saw that the outbreak had reached all the time, suddenly gained power like a rocket propeller installed under his feet. The gap that was opened in half a moment became meaningless in the blink of an eye. The little prince hit Tang Xidu's belly, and the two of them rushed out, colliding through the wall of Jinguan Tower with a "boom~" and inserted straight into the lobby inside the building.

Tang Dong shouted in dismay: "Old Du!" He followed closely without thinking. Under the light, Tang Xidu's eyes were radiant by the unparalleled blow, and blood oozed out of his mouth and nose at the same time. The sickle was out of his hand, and he had no ability to resist. Yang Zhao shook his head and stood up, lifted his right foot and aimed at the enemy's one leg, and made a gesture to step on it.

Tang Xidu had only one leg. If Yang Zhao broke it again, his ability would be ruined from now on. Tang Dongxie flew out in shock, and the black golden sickle was "divided into the right direction", aimed at Yang Zhao from bottom to top, and shouted, "Stop!"

"I'm going to fall into the net? It's good." Yang Zhao sneered and tried hard under his feet. The cracking sound directly slashed Tang Xidu's condyle bone into pieces. His right palm was slapped and blocked the crack of the sickle, and stepped forward. The mantis broke the chariot. The iron bridge was slashed with fingers. Tang Dong was in a dilemma, so where could he dodge and resist?

The cracked bones were brittle and neat. After dislocating the left hand, Tang Dong's right shoulder blade was also broken inch by inch, and he could no longer hold on to his weapon. The black gold sickle fell to the ground with a "clang" and called out for the end of the fierce battle. The most beautiful sound of gold and iron was sounded.

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I wonder if readers of this book have any friends in Sichuan? If so, would you like to provide Sichuan's vicious swear words and add some local features...
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