The King of Henan was frightened and shouted./In an instant, the tiles on the roof of the casino were jiggled and till they were pounding. Hundreds of gamblers and dozens of Luoyang Gangs present felt their ears buzzing, and their minds were dizzy, and they almost couldn't stand steadily. Then He's face changed drastically, and he knew that he had an affair with someone he absolutely could not afford to offend. It's a pity that he was already a tycoon at this moment, so there was no regret to take medicine for regret? What's worse is that the Luoyang Gang had a big deal to do tonight, so the gang leader Shangguan Long and two deputy gang leaders went to Tianjin Bridge Wharf to pick up the goods. He wanted to find a big tree to enjoy the cool air.

Most of the Luoyang Gangs are desperate people who rely on licking blood on the edge of the knife to make a living. Although He is not very good at martial arts, he is extremely decisive and ruthless in dealing with people. Anyway, he has offended the young man with extremely high martial arts skills in front of him. Even if he begs for mercy immediately, he will not know how to eat it. He will kill someone to silence him! In the blink of an eye, he has made up his mind and pulled his throat to shout: Senior Zhou should take action. Fifty kilograms of gold, never go back on his word! Before the screams fell, he suddenly heard a gulp, and a strange cry broke the roof and fell from the sky, aiming at the sky spirit above the little prince's head with a palm. His aura was fierce, and he was even more powerful than Mount Tai. He was actually an extremely powerful master.

But this so-called power is from the perspective of ordinary people in the martial arts world. Just from the unexpected sneak attack, the martial arts cultivation of the visitor is just about the same as the demon hiding side. For the little prince, it is nothing. The intention is as he moves his heart, and the thoughts are born. Kunyue's heart method urges to reach the sixth level of realm, raises his palm to the sky and slapped it. Bang~ a muffled sound, and the energy is overflowing like a strong wind. The gambling tables around were made of sandalwood and marble, which was extremely heavy. But at this time, he couldn't help but rub the floor with his legs, creaking and moving backwards of half a foot of the courtyard. The gambling tools on the table, along with the unshelved copper coins and silver and other things, were blown all over the ground by the wind.

During the huddle, I don’t know who shouted first, took out the strength to take care of her breasts, pulled up her legs and ran outward. One person took the lead, and a hundred people followed. In an instant, except for the Luoyang gang members and Mei Niang who had been lit by the acupoints, everyone in the hall also ran without a trace. Manager He also wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but after the black shadow falling from the sky, he used the power of the little prince’s palm to flip it and took off his energy, and just fell down beside Manager He. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of his neck and said in a rough voice: The idea is so thrilling. The surname of He also wanted to escape, fifty gold is not enough, so he can get one hundred pounds.

This black shadow is a famous murderer in the evil path. When Manager He fell into his hands, he was so scared that his legs were weak and he couldn't even speak. He just nodded desperately with trembling trembling. The murderer sneered and threw away Manager He. Dalala walked up and shouted: Boy, you can kill yourself quickly and don't delay your uncle's precious time. Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to teach you naked, and you can't die.

The naked hand teaching? Yang Zhao was moved lightly, focused his eyes and looked at the other party carefully. He saw that the man's face was as wide as a basin, his chin was bulging, his two thick lips were protruding like birds, and his cow eyes looked like two balls of ghost fire. His body was very short and fat, his hands were as thick as a tree trunk. His head was bare like a peeled egg, and there were two extremely long rat whiskers on his mouth. He was wearing a patchwork robe of a monk, but he did not have the slightest demeanor of an outsider, just like a devil who killed people like numb. Three points were not like a human, seven points were like a ghost, which really stopped the child from crying at night. This description was really impressive. In an instant, the little prince naturally remembered a person in his heart, frowned and asked: Are you the leader of the bare hands? Mr. Zhou sighed?

The weird man, who described the ugly, was stunned and then laughed fiercely at the sky and shouted: OK, OK! I didn’t expect that you were young and you actually knew the reputation of this master. Since that’s the case, it would be much easier. Why don’t you commit suicide quickly, but what are you waiting for?

Yang Zhao sneered disdainfully: Do you want me to commit suicide? Haha, do you think you are the evil emperor Xiang Yutian? If the leader Xiang is alive, I would respect him a little. Just by your old man Zhou sighs, you are just a clown who jumps over the beam.

Mr. Zhou created a bare-handed teaching, and persisted in the world for twenty years, and killed countless people under his command, which was a very famous reputation. It was not surprising that this young man could see through his origins. However, Mr. Zhou never kept silent about his master's origin. Therefore, except for a few fellow disciples, the people in the world never knew which sect he originated from. At this moment, the little prince suddenly revealed the origin. Mr. Zhou could not help but feel shocked, and the fat on his cheeks trembled a few times, and his originally indifferent appearance turned into extremely gloomy. He slapped his right foot heavily on the ground, and immediately left a neat footprint of two inches deep on the solid stone slab, shouting in a deep voice: Boy, who are you?

Yang Zhao said coldly: Who I am doesn't matter, but what is really important is that people like you are unforgivable, and everyone in the world can punish him. If you can't hit me, then forget it. Today, if you hit me, then if you don't kill you, teach me how to be worthy of the innocent people who have been poisoned by you? Mr. Zhou sighed, take your life. Before he finished speaking, he was full of murderous intentions. Mr. Zhou sighed but felt that several fatal vitals on his body were tightened at the same time, as if they were bound by invisible shackles. He knew very well that this was a sign that the other party's aura had locked him firmly. The cultivation level in front of him was so deep that it seemed to be at the same level as his master, Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, and he couldn't help but feel even more shocked.

The little prince had already decided to kill himself, and even if he begged for mercy, he would have been useless. Old Zhou sighed and immediately let out a sound, and then whispered like a frog. He stepped forward with his left foot, poked his right hand out of his sleeve, and slashed wildly from the air. The already thick and thick long suddenly expanded nearly half, and the color turned bright red. The air around him seemed to be pulled over by his expanding blood-red giant hand, and then turned into a rolling and smelly heat wave, rolling and storming like a mountain. It was the unique magical sect master whom he relied on to become famous.

The sound of the naked-handed flame is also very amazing, but in terms of power alone, it can only slightly surpass the sixth level of Qianyang's mind method, but not as good as the seventh level. With Yang Zhao's current cultivation level, he naturally did not take it seriously. After he reached the Yuanshi chapter realm, not only did he practice Qianyang skills, but also Kunyue skills had also reached the ninth level of perfection. At the moment, his right palm was raised, and a crescent moon suddenly appeared in his palm. His arm swept half a circle, and he was hushed to the ground to meet Zhou Laotan's naked-handed flame. His two palms faced him directly without any fancy, but they were silent and silent.

The Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, the leader of the Evil Dao, was actually a shocking and genius in the Demon Sect. When he was alive, he was overwhelmed by the two sects and six paths, and he followed the Dharma. No one dared not to follow it. At that time, all the Evil King Yin and the Eight Masters had not yet become a climate, and it was difficult to compete with Xiang Yutian for a day. As his disciple, Zhou Lao Tan, although his achievements were hard to match his master, his cultivation was extraordinary. His bare hands flames not only had a strong palm force, but also had a violent poisonous force in his palm. Once he invaded the enemy's body, he could immediately burn the other party to melt the bones and flesh, and died tragically on the spot. Therefore, seeing that the young life in front of him dared to entrust Dalai and himself to the palm, Zhou Lao Tan couldn't help but feel happy.

However, as soon as the joy arose, he was shocked. But he felt that the opponent's palm power was yin but not evil, and cold but not evil, which was his natural nemesis. The internal strength of the poisonous fire in the naked hand flame was like hitting a solid ice wall. Not only was it difficult to cross the line, but it was also forced by the opponent to rewind and backfire. He suddenly turned the spear head and rushed into Mr. Zhou's body. If the enemy attacked each other, Mr. Zhou would resist with his deep true energy, and would never be fatal even if he was injured. However, the backlash of the palm power at this moment was equivalent to hitting himself and there was no room for resistance. He himself knew the power of the naked hand flame. If the internal strength of the poisonous fire was allowed to be involved in the heart meridian, how could he have life?

In an instant, Mr. Zhou was so scared that he was so scared that he was scattered! At the critical moment of life and death, he couldn't care about anything. He tried his best to slash his shoulder with his left hand. The two forces were striking, and he immediately burst into pieces. His right arm could not withstand the force of two internal forces, and he was immediately blown out and his skin was broken, and his tendons were broken, which was equivalent to being completely useless. But because of this, he finally avoided the miserable end of the poisonous fire.

With just one move, Mr. Zhou knew that his ability was too far from his life in front of him, and he could not even compete. If he continued to resist, he would be his own death today. He has always been greedy for life and fear of death, and bullying good and evil. Seeing that he was defeated, he didn't even hesitate at the moment. He turned around directly, spread his legs and ran away. He ran after only two steps, and from the corner of his eyes he glanced at the manager He, who was pale and curled tightly in the corner of the wall. Mr. Zhou was terrified.

Da, cursed fiercely: "The thief dog breed has caused Mr. Zhou to cheat. I have a hard time, so don't even think about peace. Get out and see the King of Hell. He casually slap his hand and hit He Tianling. Poor He is a low-level martial arts master, how can he withstand the angry blow that the master of the Demon Sect intends to vent his anger? However, he didn't even have time to spit out a word for defending and begging for mercy. His whole head was beaten like a rotten watermelon. Old Zhou sighed and did not dare to stop at all, and rushed out of the casino.

If Yang Zhao wanted to stop Zhou Lao Tan from killing people, it would be simpler. But this is not a good person, and the little prince has no reason to save him. As for Zhou Lao Tan himself, as the little prince said just now, since he had come to the door on his own initiative today, it would be just right to eliminate harm for the people, and he would not tolerate him anyway. After pondering slightly, Yang Zhao pulled off the purse full of golden seeds from his waist and threw it to Mei Niang, and smiled and said: Mei Niang took the money and redeem herself. In the future, she found a good family to marry, so don't roll in the dust anymore. Without waiting for her to answer, her body moved and chased Zhou Lao Tan and flew out of the gate.

In terms of the best light skills in the world, no one can beat Feitian Situ Ya. But in terms of the speed of taking off and escaping, Yang Zhao also has two unique skills, authentic Thunder God and Infinite Electric, and no one can surpass him in this category. Although Zhou Lao Tan is a master of the Demon Sect, his light skills are only mediocre. Although he took a little advantage in the first start, he only felt the sound of wind behind him between two or three rising and falling. The little prince came to the ground and rushed to chase him. He sneered: Zhou Lao Tan, you can't escape from the Wujie Mountain of the Master. Let's save trouble. Kunyue's heart technique has been upgraded to the eighth level, and Kuntian is aimed at the enemy's vest and the vital point of the yang point.

Although the palm power of Bagua Palm is soft, it cannot be resisted. Mr. Zhou can't avoid it, so he can only help but get the body-protecting true energy to block it. The sound of the sound of the naked-handed leader was like a fallen leaf blowing by the wind. He couldn't help but throw it up and rolled in the air, falling hard into the distance, and his whole body was broken and about to break. Before he could get up, the cold palm power rolled back like a shadow. Mr. Zhou can't help but lose his heart. What's the matter

The master's demeanor was thrown away from Jiuxiaoyun. He used his hands and feet at the same time, rolling and crawling, rolling forward with a scream, in a squeak, in such a sense of embarrassment that he was indescribable. But no matter how he moved and leaped, the little prince's energy always threatened his back like a maggot with bones. Old Zhou sighed helplessly and shouted loudly: Madam Mei, *** Slut, your husband's life is almost over, and he doesn't come out to help, do you want to be a little widow?

Before the roar fell, a faint chuckle suddenly came from the dark night. Then, a strange sound suddenly sounded. When I first heard it, it seemed like the sound of a baby crying, and then it turned into a woman's cry. At the same time, it was sometimes forward and behind, rising and falling left and right, floating in a vague manner, and finally became a ghost chirping. When it fell into the ears of the listener, it seemed like a sudden arrival at the Shura Underworld, where thousands of tragic evil ghosts were rushing towards them to demand their lives. The phantoms were everywhere, and the murderous intent was hidden. Even if they were not seen or touched, the soul-chasing demon sound itself was worthy of its name, enough to capture the soul. It was actually an extremely brilliant evil skill in the left and right path.

With such ability and being with Mr. Zhou, who would not be the charming lady Jin Huanzhen, who is one of the four disciples of the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, who could be? Her soul-catching demon sound of the charming sect can kill people invisibly. If her cultivation is similar to her, it will be extremely difficult to resist. However, the little prince was so profound at this time that even the ten golden rings were worse than that of the combined ones. How could he be afraid of her such a ghost trick? The King of Henan was lucky and shouted suddenly: Jin Huanzhen, get out of here!

I apologize for the dividing line

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