Yi Hui did not use all his strength before fighting with Lu Jiu, because he felt that there was a master lurking on the side of the opponent. In order to prevent the enemy's sneak attack, he still left three points of strength when he took action. However, Lu Jiu used the magic subduing stick technique to open and close, with amazing strength. A gust of storms like a storm just now forced him to be unable to retain his strength, otherwise he would not be able to injure the opponent in a blink of an eye. At this time, the old power in his body had just ended, and the new power was born, and his heart was cold in the face of the sudden attack.

This ghostly master is Chang Lewen. He used his skillful body dance technique and fully used his light skills. He took advantage of Yi Hui's moves and had no time to care about it. He quietly jumped up to the sky, and saw the opportunity of exhaustion of true energy in his body. He suddenly glided and approached, and stabbed his opponent's key point smoothly. He knew that Yi Hui was very skilled in martial arts. Once such an opportunity was missed, he might have to exchange his life. Therefore, when he took action, he devoted all his strength, without any defense, and was very stance to die together. Anyway, if the mission failed, he could not escape the punishment of the head coach, which would be more sad than death. It would be better to seize the opportunity to gamble for his life. With a desperate mentality, the gun force was more than twice as fierce as usual, which was his limit.

Underworld figures have always used all means to achieve their goals. If they change to white masters, they may not choose to attack for their reputation.

Yi Hui lived a life of licking blood from a knife. He fought with underworld characters many times. He had long been familiar with the style of underworld. He would not be so stupid that he was distracted and scolded his opponent for being unethical. When a crisis was in the beginning, he could only concentrate on resolving it. Even if the opportunity was slim, it was better than dying in the wilderness. As the saying goes, "One inch long and one inch short and one inch short and one inch short and one inch dangerous." Long weapons are suitable for long attacks, and short weapons are conducive to melee combat. The opponent's short spear has already attacked three feet of the side, which can just exert its flexibility and danger, but his long stick has lost its power. Only by playing to the strengths and avoiding the weaknesses and setting a distance between the two sides can you have a chance to equalize the disadvantages. Countless thoughts in his mind flashed by, forcing a breath of true energy, and he did not care about the sting of the meridians. He twisted his body, changing directions and flying in a slant, avoiding the venomous spear like a spear.

Chang Lewen sneered. If only light skills are strong and weak, does Yi Hui think he can beat himself in this regard? A short gun attack is like a maggot attached to the bone, and he pointed to the opponent's vital points tightly. Yi Hui felt that the gun in his heart was cold invading his skin. He guessed that the opponent was good at fighting in the air, so he quickly made Qianjin fall down. Chang Lewen swung his short gun and stabbed the arteries on both sides of his neck. Yi Hui tightened his abdomen and neck in a critical moment, reversed his wrist, and stabbed the long stick from his armpit backwards and above, using the Yang Family Gun's gun's gun's gun return technique. Although he did not look back, the head of the stick accurately hit Chang Lewen's lower abdomen. This counterattack pointed directly at the fatal part of the enemy. If the opponent did not change his move to defend, it would be a loss-win situation.

Chang Lewen did not expect that his counterattack was so sharp. Seeing that the long stick was coming quickly and fiercely, if it was stabbed, the lower abdomen would definitely pierce. The short spear in his left hand was outward, and the gun body was shaking violently. A strong internal force rushed straight to the meridian gate. When his heart was secretly screaming, his whole person was knocked away, and his throat was sweet, and countless blood was sprayed out.

The cold light flashed, and the short gun in his right hand took off his hand, and shot it at Yihui's vest as a hidden weapon.

Yi Hui tried all his strength, and at this time he could not avoid it. A bitter smile appeared on his face. He had been living in the world for many years. Could it be that he would be buried here tonight?

He Tieyi and others cooperated tacitly and immediately spread out on the ground to form a formation. The four of them each occupied a corner, waiting for him to fall into the encirclement. After Yi Hui was shot in the vest, he would have adopted the tactic of wandering and fighting, and the bleeding would be enough to kill him. Now he was most afraid that he would have the idea of ​​burning all the jade and stones, and he would have to pull people to take the back before he died, so the four of them took a defensive move and made up their minds to waste time with him and not let him break through and escape.

Suddenly, a sharp roar was heard, and the black shadow broke into the air. A bamboo stick shot from the horizontal and shot at high speed, hitting the gun head, and fell into the reeds together and disappeared.

The incident happened suddenly, unexpectedly.

The masters of the Qinglong Congregation were shocked and angry. They finally found an opportunity to severely damage Yi Hui, but were destroyed by others. They watched the cooked duck fly again. The anger in their hearts cannot be described by the pen and ink. Before they could change to defense to offense, Yi Hui had already landed on the ground lightly.

The one who took action was Wei Xing, a six-bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect who led the crowd to reinforce. He killed several people when he first started to attack, and he also cut several wounds with a sharp knife. However, after being injured, the power of the bamboo stick was greatly reduced and he was besieged by six or seven ordinary Qinglong Society disciples, and he could not escape for a while. His martial arts skills were far higher than that of his opponents, and he could have easily solved them, but the Qinglong Society disciples were not afraid of death. Everyone went down the mountain like a tiger. With his aura of death, he actually stopped him. He was always paying attention to Yi Hui's condition. When he found Yi Hui was in danger, he immediately threw the bamboo stick out of the crack of the man, with accurate eyesight and knocked the short gun away just right.

Hu Xiaomao looked at Yi Hui's escape from death several times, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. Finally, seeing him safely landing, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. In his young heart, Yi Hui can fight against five without losing money, of course, a hero worthy of respect. But he should support the Qinglong Society rationally. If you think about it carefully, it's really a headache.

Yi Hui's feet touched the ground, and he could no longer suppress the hidden injuries in his body. He vomited two mouthfuls of blood, his blood was dark red and his hair was black, and his injuries were obviously not light. He changed his figure several times just now, and he used a move to shake off Chang Lewen, almost dead, but after all, it was not a body that was hit. The lurking old injuries started to occur inappropriately.

He Tieyi and others inexplicably exchanged a surprised look with each other. With Chang Lewen's martial arts, how could he tremble Yi Hui in one move? Chang Lewen staggered after landing and said with hissing: "He must have been secretly injured during the fight last night!" He Tieyi and others suddenly realized, were excited, and attacked at the same time.

The four men besieged their opponents for the second time, learned the lesson of the first move, and locked Yi Hui with spiritual sense. No matter what tricks he made, they aimed at him and attacked him without giving him time to breathe back.

Yi Hui responded very quickly, and his left hand quickly raised, and a copper coin turned into dozens of black dots, like a deadly locust, pounced on Mosen and Lu Jiu with a whimper. At the same time, he slipped his footsteps to avoid He Tieyi's heavy punch, and his stick head was scattered. Each stroke pointed to the flaws of the sword move, blocking He Haifeng's fast sword path. He Haifeng stabbed seven swords in a blink of an eye. Each sword only attacked halfway, and had to change his moves. The sword energy in his body could not be vented, and he was so sad that he was almost vomiting blood.

Mosen, Lu Jiu's momentum was not slow in rushing forward, but his steps were faster in retreat, and he was in a mess to avoid the hidden weapon shot by his opponent with the "flowering rain" technique. Lu Jiu retreated while dancing with his long stick, protecting the figures of the two of them, and knocking the copper coins he shot away. Occasionally, a fish that escaped the net drilled into the gap of the stick, penetrated the two of them, and flew into the depths of the night.

At the same time, the Beggars' Gang disciples who came to help were in a tough battle, and only Wei Xing and three others were left to barely stand. Most of the disciples of the Qinglong Society were injured and killed, and ten people were fighting with injuries and blood. Wei Xing lost the bamboo stick in his hand, and the pressure around him suddenly doubled. The disciples of the Qinglong Society were red in their eyes, and they would never slow down the offensive because he had no weapons. On the contrary, the fighting spirit was even stronger, and the sword light flew like snow, and they rushed forward one after another.

As soon as Wei Xingbang left his hand, he thought that the enemy would take the opportunity to attack wildly, and his internal strength was transported down the plate. His toes were slashed in front of him and shoveled up a large area of ​​mud and sand. The three people attacked from the front were caught off guard, and quickly closed their eyes and raised their sleeves to cover them. One of them reacted half a beat slower, and the mud and sand were hit into his eyes, and bleeding immediately broke out, and the offensive naturally collapsed.

Wei Xing used the small skill of entering the blade with empty hands. He stretched out his left hand and held the elbow of a person on the left. He snatched his single sword with his right hand and swung it backwards. At the critical moment, he blocked the blade that was slashed behind him, but the right flank was cold, and a deep wound was cut by the man who was besieging the right side. He accidentally checked the depth of the wound, and he jumped forward with pain, hit the enemy's chest with his left elbow, and hit the enemy's chest with a crisp sound. He kicked the blind enemy in front of him. As the other two were closed, the steel knife in his hand swept across, and the two heads flew into the sky, and the blood column was sprayed high. In desperation, the seriously injured man on his left suddenly opened his arms and swept him firmly, holding him firmly.

Wei Xing was shocked and blew his left palm and hit the enemy's forehead with a bang. The palm force was everywhere, and the skull was split. The man's seven holes were bleeding, and his arms were still surrounding Wei Xing's waist like an iron hoop, and he refused to let go until his death. Wei Xing struggled hard but failed to break free from the constraints of his body. He heard the two sword winds approaching, but he had no choice but to turn his back to block the knife, and his posture was quite awkward.

When the disciples of the Qinglong Society saw him killing several companions in succession, hatred attacked his heart, and the corners of his eyes were about to burst. He heard two sounds of fire and sparks flew around, and actually knocked Wei Xing back.

Wei Xingdao handed over his left hand, and stabbed him unexpectedly. Another person was stabbed in the throat and fell to the ground and died. At this moment, a sudden burst of cramps came from his chest. He looked back in surprise. The man with bloody eyes half kneeled on the ground, slightly turned his head to listen. Half of the steel knife in his hand was inserted into his body. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his chest, and slashed it with one knife, and tried his best to kill the person in front of him. Suddenly, he heard a wind coming from behind his head, and the remaining enemy slashed, but the knife in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds. At this time, he couldn't lift it up, and he sighed and closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, Yi Hui fell from the sky and swept away with a stick. The disciples of the Qinglong Society broke their muscles and bones and rolled out five feet away. Yi Hui resolved the attacks of He Tieyi and others, and saw Wei Xing in danger from afar. He was grateful for his kindness to rescue him, so he quickly flew to rescue him, but unfortunately he was still one step late. He Tieyi and others followed him like shadows and surrounded him in the core.

Yi Hui ignored the enemy who was staring beside him and reached out to hold Wei Xing's shoulder. Seeing a bright steel knife inserted into his chest, it would immediately be scattered and he would not dare to move any abnormally. The injury was so severe that even the god Daluo was present, he would probably have no way to turn things around. Wei Xing knew his injuries well and whispered: "Elder Yi, the disciple is useless, you can't escort the elder back to the steward to report. Elders don't care about me, please break through quickly!"

Yi Hui refused to say anything: "You saved my life just now, and I don't know your name yet." The palm of your hand pressed against his vest acupoint, continuously transporting true energy to temporarily maintain his life.

Wei Xing's eyes lit up, and his dark gray face suddenly shone with radiance. He said excitedly: "The disciple is Wei Xing, the deacon of Jianyang Branch of Jiangnan Road. He has learned martial arts with the late Feng Zhengzhixiang." He was filled with tears and his face was full of glory. Even if he died, he was worth it. There were tens of thousands of formal disciples of the Beggars' Sect, but he only led dozens of people, most of whom did not know martial arts. In terms of talent, his status was really ordinary. If it weren't for the old age of qualifications, it would be difficult to get into six bags of disciples. At this moment, he received the care and questioning of the youngest and promising elders in the gang, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. That was a glory that he had never seen in his life.

Yi Hui nodded and whispered: "Deacon Wei, you did a good job this time! After I return to the head office, I will report the incident to the gang leader truthfully and reward you with my merits."

Wei Xing was surprised and intertwined: "Really? Thank you elder!" He laughed twice, very happy and proud, and the laughter had not stopped, and he was already extinguished.

When Yi Hui saw him laughing and died, he sighed in his heart that he had a clear distinction in his life, but this time he could not repay his benefactor. He slowly closed Wei Xing's eyes and looked around. The war had stopped. There were broken limbs and hands everywhere. All the disciples of the Beggars' Gang who were reinforced were all sacrificed heroically. For a dead object, so many brothers sacrificed their lives, but they were alive all of them. Is it a kind of irony? A sudden grief surged into his heart, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long sorrow roar, shaking all over the field.

He Tieyi and others are lucky enough to protect themselves and be close to each other step. This operation, the Qinglong Association also suffered heavy losses. All the twenty-eight ordinary disciples in the branch were killed. Lu Jiu and Chang Lewen were injured, and the things they were trying to seize were still missing. He Tieyi secretly scolded the supporters of the association to act too slowly. When they arrived here, they would probably have to collect the corpses for themselves and their group. At such a big price, if they could not achieve their goal, how would the Qinglong Association go in the future Taking a foothold in the world? If the tiger returns to the mountain tonight, not only will the reputation of the Qinglong Association plummet, but the revenge actions that followed the Beggars' Sect will not be a joke. If other gangs take advantage of the situation, the foundation of the Qinglong Association will be shaken and their dream of hegemony will be lost. On the contrary, if Yi Hui can be solved and the things in his arms can be seized, it can not only cover up the truth of the Battle of Yanghe, avoid establishing a strong enemy, but also revitalizing the gang, the reward of the leader will inevitably be very generous.

All five people understood that this battle involved the safety of the Qinglong Society. Xu Sheng was not allowed to be defeated, and there was no way out. They could only make up their minds to fight to the death.

Yi Hui felt the momentum formed by the opponent's fight to the death, and the roar stopped, and his divine eyes flew past the enemy one by one. His eyes clashed, like invisible swords fighting in the air, and almost a clanging sound could be heard. The five people from the Qinglong Association simultaneously felt absurd feeling, and the opponent was declaring war on them, and it was a battle situation that was endless!

Yi Hui stood up straight, and his unparalleled momentum spread out, rushing to the enemy's position. It seemed as if a strong wind suddenly rose in the field, blowing the five people in the Qinglong Club to raise their necks.

He Tieyi shouted loudly: "What's the point of strength? Yi Hui, don't be fooled by it, take out all your skills in the bottom of the box!"

Yi Hui said: "If Yi had not been injured first, haha, how could you be allowed to speak loudly! The Qinglong Club is just a fame. Even if you attack the few tonight, there will never be any good results. Since you want to die, Yi will let you see the power of the Beggars' Sect with your own eyes and help you!" The stick head hangs slightly, pointing to the enemy beside him, holding his other hand, holding his chest with his feet, standing like attacking and defending, as if it is integrated with the heaven and earth, giving people a strange feeling that they cannot defeat.

In the battle between experts, the momentum is the first. Both sides attempt to use words to suppress their opponents and gain psychological advantages. Once their will is not firm enough and the opponent is planted with the shadow of failure, it is unknown how the final battle will be achieved.

He Haifeng's eyes were sharp. Seeing that the blood on Yi Hui's left leg was slowly expanding, he immediately spoke: "If there is an injury on his left leg, attack him from the plate!" He has never liked to speak, and he was concise when talking to others. This sentence means "The enemy's old injury on his left leg recurses and is inconvenient to move. We should pay attention to attacking him from the plate." People in the Qinglong Society can guess the meaning of his words after spending a long time with him.

Yi Hui felt awesome in his heart. When the wound on his left leg jumped and turned, it would affect his speed. No matter whether it was attack or defense, he could not do whatever he wanted. However, the opponent had seen through his weaknesses and would definitely use heavy hand attacks later to force him to move and dodge, and then cause the wound to tear and continue to lose blood. No matter how powerful his martial arts are, once he loses too much blood and his hands and feet are sore and weak, he will end up dead without a complete corpse. In addition, the hidden injuries in his body made his skills only 80% of his usual skills, and the situation was actually extremely unfavorable. Only by fighting quickly before the injury worsened to avoid the battle for too long, otherwise he would be unable to escape death. However, his face was as calm as usual, and he said loudly: "No matter what the result of this battle is, Yi dared to ask He Zhuang to agree to the next request."

He Tieyi secretly admired the other party's fearless style and said, "As long as it is within He's ability, Elder Yi will say it's okay!"

Yi Hui glanced at the scattered corpses of the Beggar Gang disciples and sighed: "For the sake of his fellow gangs, he will bury my disciples together in one place and put them in peace, so that they will not be swallowed by wild dogs."

He Tieyi said with gaze: "Please rest assured!" The experts who supported the Qinglong Association are probably on their way here. If they fail and die, someone will be kind enough, so there is no need to worry about this issue.

"Thank you!"

Yi Hui's footsteps shook, and suddenly moved from quietness. The long stick was slightly retracted and released, like an evil dragon going out to sea, rolling up strong wind, and attacking Chang Lewen who was guarding the northwest corner. Under the sensing of the energy, the Qinglong Association masters sang loudly at the same time. The air flow in the field ran wildly, and the murderous aura was in an instant.
Chapter completed!