"Ah!" Hu Xiaomao was startled and almost slid down from the tree. He quickly covered his mouth with one hand and held the trunk with the other hand. He sweated coldly, fearing that someone would be discovered. Fortunately, the shock suddenly became louder, and the beggars under the tree also screamed, no one noticed the sound on his head.

I saw the rocket break through the sky, and a dense red net intertwined in the darkness, covering all the space above the fishing boat, like a fire from hell, spitting out infinite murderous aura.

A angrily shouted suddenly on the boat: "Who is the rat? You dare to attack!" The voice contained a deep internal energy, like a big drum of Hong Zhong, spreading from both sides of the Yang River. Even though it was more than twenty feet apart, Hu Xiaomao was still shocked and his scalp was numb, and his body was churning.

Before the rain of arrows fell, the boat tent was blown up by a fierce force, and countless broken wood pieces flew away, as if they had eyes, knocking the rockets into the river. Losing the cover of the boat tent, with the faint flames, five or six big men were vaguely seen standing on the boat.

"Cang!" The sound of crossbow arrows sounded again, and the second wave of arrow rain poured down from all directions.

The beggar under the tree and the man on the boat also cursed and greeted the enemy's ancestors for the eighteen generations.

The gray-haired beggar's hair was upside down, and he coldly whistled out a long roar, rushing like flying, leading his men to the depths of the reeds that fired crossbow arrows.

Facing the sharp arrows shot from powerful crossbows, no one dared to try their best with his flesh and blood unless he practiced horizontal kung fu. The people on the boat were hastily unable to discuss ways to resist. One of them rose into the sky with weapons, and the other four jumped into the river. They had just left the boat, and the sharp arrows shot into the boat board, and the buzzing sounds from the tail of the arrow were endless, and then the flames rose into the sky.

The four of them floated to the water and saw the fishing boat being swallowed by flames. They were secretly glad to escape from the dangerous place. Suddenly, they found that the undercurrents were surging under the water and the enemy had approached quietly from underwater. Before they could ask for help, they made shrill screams one after another.

The big man in the air was shocked and angry when he heard the screams of his companions. The other party first attacked with crossbow arrows. When they dived and escaped, the water ghosts who were ambushing the water under the water were waiting for an opportunity to move, which caused heavy losses to him in a blink of an eye. The other party was meticulous and cruel. He probably had no one survived. He was not good at underwater skills. If he fought with the enemy in the water, the ten successful men would probably not be able to use 10% of them, and he would be slaughtered at that time. However, he used up his true energy and fell into the river involuntarily. In the darkness, he couldn't see the direction of the killer lurking at the bottom of the water. He took a deep breath, waved his palm, and hit the water surface, and used the power of the rebound to leap into the air again, rushing to the shore like a big eagle. He had already heard the roar on the shore, and knew that the Beggar Gang disciples came to reinforce and must try to meet with them as soon as possible.

The waves rolled over, and several water lines cut through the river. The killer at the bottom finally appeared, chasing the enemy in the air. At the same time, whistles sounded everywhere on the other side of the river, reeds swayed, Lu Jiu, and Mosen led more than a dozen men in green to rush out in three fast ships. The sword lights in his hands were flashing, and murderous intent was everywhere in his eyes.

The big man's flying figure suddenly stopped in the air. Before the enemy could guess his intention, a hollow somersault flipped over, and the long stick in his hand quickly pierced into the water. A water ghost who was tracking was caught off guard and was hit by the long stick. The bloody brain spurted everywhere. The big man took advantage of the force and shook his left hand, and several copper coins shot into the bottom of the water, accurately drilling into the enemy's vital points. But when the blood surging, five good players in the water were killed instantly. He lured the enemy at the bottom of the water to reveal his traces, avenged blood revenge for his companions, and flew across the water. These few rabbits rose and fell, killing the enemy with power, without any extra movement in the middle, like flowing clouds and flowing water without a trace of fireworks.

Hu Xiaomao was dazzled. Although he was inclined to the Qinglong Society, he had to sincerely applaud this person's outstanding martial arts at this moment.

The one who led the ambush was He Tieyi from the Qinglong Society. Seeing that the enemy raised his hands and killed several people, they were shocked and admired. Both sides had already started killing and had no room for rotation and maneuver. The man was flying towards the shore and had nowhere to leverage in the air. It was the best time to intercept. Otherwise, when he stepped onto the ground, he would have to fight hard. He said loudly: "I heard that Elder Yi of the Beggar Gang was so powerful that he was so skilled in martial arts. He dared to ask for advice!" He jumped up violently, and the "Chinyang Power" in his body was fully improved. His fists were unfolding, and a fiery fist force spread out the air, slamming the opponent head-on like a mountain and cracking stones. He admired his opponent's martial arts skills, so he spoke to remind him before punching.

When the iron fist was hit, the temperature around it suddenly increased, ten times more uncomfortable than the scorching sun. From afar, Hu Xiaomao saw a faint dark red light emitted from his fists, like a burning iron hammer, and couldn't help but be amazed. What an amazing martial art! He couldn't imagine whether his body could be kept intact if he was hit. He Tieyi was originally a powerful figure. At this time, he looked like a god descending to earth, and was unstoppable.

Elder Yi said angrily: "Chimang Gong! It turns out that he is the leader of the Qinglong Club!" Seeing that the opponent's fist was fierce and heavy, the long stick in his hand slashed in front of him, breaking the opponent's fist strength, and then quickly recovered behind him, with his legs flying and kicking the enemy's fist.

The powerful energy burst in the air, and the two fell to the ground as soon as they touched each other. Their eyes intersected, and they were a little surprised.

He Tieyi had already used all his strength to punch and had the advantage of waiting for work. However, with one move, his arms were slightly numb by the opponent's internal strength, and the breath in his dantian was chaotic, and he almost went through the meridians. The opponent not only had profound internal skills, but also had superb legs. If the two were just practicing martial arts, he had to be at a disadvantage. Unfortunately, the situation tonight was either you or I died, and there was no third way at all. He knew he would be defeated. Even though he was unable to defeat, he would fight to the death with all his might.

Elder Yi on the opposite side also looked at him with admiration. In order to make a quick battle, he took the risk of using eight successful forces to make moves. He thought he could hurt He Tieyi and retreat, but his opponent seemed to be fine. Now, with a head-on battle, the suppressed internal injuries hurt slightly, and there was a tendency to attack. The legs and feet that were in contact with the opponent's iron fist came with a feeling of swelling and pain. "Chinyang Gong" was indeed well-known and had to deal with it carefully. The spiritual consciousness in his heart also felt four huge mental pressure. The other party obviously had some experts who had not shown up. He was against the crowd with few, and the situation was not optimistic.

At this time, the Beggars' Sect's reinforcements had arrived and handed over to the disciples guarding outside the Qinglong Association. They could only hear shouts, screams, broken bones, and collisions of weapons intertwined in an instant, echoing in the night sky, bloody and shrill.

Elder Yi seemed to ignore the movements outside his body, his eyes narrowed his opponent, his mind entered a state of emptiness and transparency, and he threw away all kinds of thoughts, his energy wandered around him, and his aura was extremely powerful, and his aura as heavy as a mountain spread out. He saw dead leaves flying, and fragile reeds fell down like they were cut by a sickle, forming a three-meter-meter-a-round flat ground with him as the center of the circle.

He Tieyi was the first to be affected. He felt that the energy emitted by the other party was as real as the essence, which made him unable to breathe. The idea of ​​retreat flashed by. The masters fought with each other, and if the momentum was taken away, the end of blood splattering in the underworld. He felt a little nervous in his heart, his breath was sinking into his feet, and he remained firm like a nail.

Elder Yi is named Yi Hui. In fact, he is less than thirty years old. He has eight sacks on his body, his hair is drooping on his shoulders, his feet are wearing straw sandals, and a red painted wine gourd tied on his belt. His slightly thin figure contains infinite energy, like a majestic mountain. His eyes are shining brightly, which makes people look scared. "My Beggars' Sect and Qinglong meet the wells will not interfere with the rivers. He led people to block Yi's rank and killed the disciples in my rank. I wonder what the reason is? If the Lord Henry can't give Yi a satisfactory explanation, tens of thousands of disciples of the Beggars' Sect will never give up!"

Since both sides tore their faces apart, He Tieyi unintentionally concealed it and said in a deep voice: "Elder Yi, don't say secret words in front of the wise man. My Qinglong will definitely win the things in your arms. If you can't succeed tonight, He has to raise his head to apologize to the host!" Yi Hui is the youngest elder of the Beggars' Sect. After his debut, he has experienced many adventures and made great progress in martial arts. He is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, known as the "Top Ten Masters of the World", and is a popular candidate for the next leader of the Beggars' Sect. He has super strength that is inconsistent with his age. He is definitely one of the top experts in the world. Although the Jianyang Branch is one of the eight branches of the Qinglong Club, He Tieyi and others are also famous masters in the world, but it is still hard to predict who will win against such a powerful enemy.

Yi Hui frowned slightly: "Yi doesn't remember when he took the things from the Qinglong Club, and he actually asked Master He to ask for it back."

"Everyone has a fight for something without a master. Elder Yi will look down on He if he refuses!"

Yi Hui's face became colder: "How did Master He know that there is something in my arms that I would be interested in? Are you not afraid of finding the wrong person?"

He Tieyi said: "As the saying goes, if you don't know, don't do it yourself! Elder Yi killed Yanyu Tower, Tianxiahui, Liusha Castle and Taishan Sect in the deserted mountains in northern Fujian, thirteen experts from all walks of life, without any harm. How could I, Qinglong, not care about such a major event that caused a sensation in the world?"

Yi Hui was furious: "Nonsense, the two senior brothers of the Taishan Sect were killed by masters from Yanyulou. It has nothing to do with me. Don't swear!" He couldn't help but feel awesome. The Qinglong Association could actually find out what happened last night. If they deliberately spread rumors, it would bring bloody storms to the Beggars' Sect. But letting him hand over the things in his arms would never work.

He Tieyi sneered: "Everyone is dead, of course you will be completely defeated! The so-called heroes in the world, who use any means to kill people to silence their penitentiaries, are different from our gangsters? Elder Yi is called the "Jiangnan Hero Beggar". Once fame and fortune are in hand, he can't control it!"

"Stop it! Yi is upright and honest, so how can you slander it?" Although Yi Hui was well-educated, he was still so angry that his hands and feet were trembling and his face turned pale.

He Tieyi felt that his opponent's mood was fluctuating and his momentum was no longer in an impeccable state. He immediately made a fist and snatched the attack. The reason why he angered his opponent with words was mainly to delay time. When Lu Jiu, who had originally ambushed on the other side, Mosen rushed over to meet. At this time, he saw that Lu Jiu and others had already arrived on the shore in a fast boat, so hesitated. He shouted a tiger roar, and his fists merged and hit the opponent's chest and abdomen. The fist suddenly changed his moves in the middle of the fist, his arms were intertwined up and down, and his fist strength increased by three points, and he bombed out with a momentum of no return.

At the same time, a lightning slashed through the sky, causing a strange sound of wind and thunder, and directly took Yi Hui's left neck artery.

Lu Jiu and Mosen jumped onto the river bank, each using his own death-taking moves to block the opponent's retreat. The Qinglong Society disciples who followed them ashore by bypassed them and killed the reinforcements of the Beggars' Gang.

The four of them took action at the same time, cooperated with tacit understanding, and their power was enough to change the color of the wind and clouds. He Tieyi's fist, He Haifeng's sword, Lu Jiu's stick, and Mosen's palms were all powerful tools that had been tempered and killed countless people. Who dares to underestimate them!

Yi Hui has been in the world for many years and has rich experience. How can he not tell that He Tieyi is deliberately speaking and delaying time? But he also needs time to regulate his injuries and calm his blood, so he does not point it out. Last night, he fought in the deserted mountains in northern Fujian. Although he finally killed all the good players who came to compete for, he was hit by Yanyu Louhua Wanqing's left leg, and was stabbed by Chu State in the world. The enemy's dying counterattack caused him to suffer a lot of damage. It was precisely because he needed healing that he chose to return by water. He was too big just now, and the wound on his left leg burst out and blood had penetrated his clothes. Faced with various unfavorable situations, he could only show his weakness to the enemy, deliberately pretending to be angry and unable to calm down, luring the other party to take action first, then find gaps, and then take action.

The next moment, Yi Hui returned to his calm expression, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He Tieyi saw his expression change clearly, and his heart couldn't help but sink. He still underestimated his opponent! At the same time, he felt that the pressure increased sharply, and there seemed to be a transparent wall between the two of them. Every step forward, he had to put in twelve points of strength. The originally rapid fist slowed down uncontrollably. He was shocked. Before the opponent could use his momentum to make him illusion and fall into an illusion. He bit his tongue in a hurry, and he regained his rationality in the severe pain. The fist force was secretly spitting out, and the heat waves rolled away.

Yi Hui secretly called it a pity that He Tieyi recovered so quickly! However, his fist paused a little just now, one line slower than the other three, revealing the gap of the original perfect attack combination. Although the gap is so small that it is almost insignificant, it is enough for a master of Yi Hui. Even if the master fights, even if it is only a slight difference, it is often enough to decide the victory or defeat.

Yi Hui had originally held the long stick behind him and stabbed it out from his waist, and then came first. With a sound, he knocked off He Haifeng's long sword. He Haifeng's tiger's mouth was hot, and his five fingers were as if they were electric. A sword almost flew away from his hand. All the thoughts were unused. Yi Hui's stick kept coiling around his body like a dragon, and people followed the stick and rushed into the air like a tornado. He Tieyi's fist, Lu Jiu's stick, and Mosen's palm hits successively on the air wall he protected, and were all unloaded by the spiral coiled dark force, hitting the ground with a bang, and the soil flew.

The four masters' full force hit turned back in vain.

Yi Hui waved his long stick in the air, rolling up a strong wind, and hitting the four people below like a dark cloud covering the top of the roof. But when he saw his long stick swaying under the stick, the shadows of the stick changed countlessly, and the virtual and real were intertwined, and he could not see which direction the main attack was.

Lu Jiuqi said: "This is the Dharma stick method!" Both the masters of stick art were happy when they saw the hunting. They stood up in their hands and used the magic stick method to "reincarnate and reincarnate", and the man and the sticks were united and rushed forward. The magic stick method and the Dharma stick method were both from Buddhism. The difference is that the magic stick method emphasizes strength and force to subdue people, while the Dharma stick method emphasizes endless changes and wins with skills. Both have their own advantages.

I heard the sound of long sticks fighting like rain, and dozens of sticks had been replaced when they met. The two figures were entangled, fighting quickly and not allowing others to interfere.

He Tieyi and others secretly complained that Lu Jiuyi had forgotten the original joint attack strategy and fought alone with Yi Hui. Isn’t it obvious that he was at a loss? Just as he was about to take reinforcements, Lu Jiu groaned and was hit on the ground with a stick. He looked at his opponent in the air unwillingly, opened his mouth and spit out blood, and said hatefully: "You are not using the authentic Dharma stick method!"

Yi Hui smiled and said, "I use the Beggars' Sect's 'Dog Beat Stick Technique'. Are you convinced?" The Dog Beats' Sect's unique skill is a unique skill. It is also well-known in the world and is known as the champion of the world's stick technique. All the leaders of the Beggars' Sect have relied on this set of stick techniques to travel around the world, subduing demons and maintaining the reputation of the Beggars' Sect. Only senior disciples who have made great contributions to this gang can get a move and half a move to the leader.

Lu Jiu opened his mouth wide and murmured, "It turns out it is a dog-beating stick technique!" He thought to himself that losing to the world's number one stick technique is not unfair.

Yi Hui took advantage of the force to soar into the air, and suddenly felt murderous aura. When he turned his head, he saw a man in blue rushing down from a high altitude. Two short guns in his hand trembled, causing the lost golden silk dragon-bound acupoint technique in Lingnan to cover the seventeen key acupoints behind him.
Chapter completed!