Facing the five masters of the Qinglong Association who are fully alert, unless they are top-notch figures in the martial arts world, it is not easy for anyone to win in a life-and-death battle. The safest strategy is to first use defense to consume the opponent's skills, find the opponent's fatal weakness in the fight, and then launch a counterattack unexpectedly, defeat each one, and exchange victory at the least cost. Unfortunately, Yi Hui's blood flows continuously and cannot delay time at all. The only way is to launch a strong attack and use Thunder Thunder to solve the opponent before losing his combat power. Otherwise, once the battle situation enters a stalemate, his weakness that is unsustainable will be exposed, and he must die at that time.

Yi Hui definitely doesn't want to fall in this nameless wilderness. He still has countless things to complete, and the position of the leader of the Beggars' Sect is waiting for him to sit. Sooner or later, he will become a great master admired by thousands of people in the martial arts world. He is the most outstanding figure in the young generation in the martial arts world. How can he die in obscurity by the enemy's sneak attack? Even if he really wants to die, he must die in a fierce battle under the attention of the public! This will not be in vain for his hard work in martial arts for twenty years, be worthy of the teachings of his mentor, and be called a true hero.

The strong hope of survival was swelling in his heart, driving his fighting spirit to burn like a flame, exuding an invincible momentum.

However, the five members of the Qinglong Association were thinking of burning their boats and dying together, completely putting their own safety aside, hoping to try to kill the enemy. As for whether they can survive after killing the enemy, they are not considered. The Qinglong Association is as strict as iron, and adheres to the principle of heavy rewards and heavy punishments. If they fail to complete the task, even if they escape by chance, they will be tortured, which is a hundred times more painful than death. Therefore, in order to complete the task, they will sacrifice their lives.

Although they were not afraid of death, they did not want to die stupidly and unnecessary death. When surrounding Yi Hui, He Tieyi, Mosen, and He Haifeng intentionally formed a triangular formation, approaching the opponent slightly, and the injured Lu Jiu, and Chang Lewen supported the situation outside the formation and changed flexibly. They had experienced many battles and knew very well how to stand to exert the strongest power of the joint attack. After all, Yi Hui's martial arts skills were too strong, and they had to seize any favorable factors and not be careless and negligent.

One side wants to survive in death, the other side regards death as if it is home. Both sides are in a state of conflict and no equal.

Hu Xiaomao looked at the cruel and fierce battle between the two sides, and couldn't help but be frightened and his teeth trembled. In just half a meal, dozens of people died in the field, and only a few masters were left to confront each other. Thinking about the scenes of fighting with people in the past, it was simply not worth mentioning. Is this the world? Both sides have reached the critical moment of fighting to the death, and they have to hold back the feeling of nausea and vomiting, and they have to persist in seeing the ending. From the bottom of their hearts, he certainly hopes that the Qinglong Association can defeat it, after all, he almost joined the Qinglong Association.

Yi Hui will start the attack first, but the five people in the Qinglong Association were not surprised. What was unexpected was that he actually went far and attacked Chang Lewen standing on the periphery. If he did not change the attack route, he had to pass between Mosen and He Haifeng first. Mo and He must have to intercept. After spending most of his skills by then, how could his killing move threaten Chang Lewen? If the first move cannot severely damage the enemy, it is inevitable that the opponent will be given the opportunity to organize calmly. With Yi Hui's shrewdness, how could he do such a waste of effort?

Under the pull of the energy of both sides, Yi Hui moved, and the people in the Qinglong Association had no time to think carefully and reacted at the same time. He Tieyi was behind, Mosen was on the left, He Haifeng was on the right, and the three people in the inner circle attacked Yi Hui in the air.

Chang Lewen had only a short gun left in his hand. He never thought that he would be attacked first. He immediately danced in a daze, kicked his toes, and a single sword without a master flew up and shot at the opponent's face. Five gun flowers shook out of the tip of the gun, guarding the vital parts in front of him, almost without any leakage.

Yi Hui's actions can be said to be completely beyond the expectations of the people in the Qinglong Society, disrupting their plans. Originally, they wanted to rely on three people with good martial arts in the inner circle to deal with Yi Hui, and take on the heavy responsibility of offense and defense. The other two assisted and supported, looking for opportunities to shoot cold arrows. No matter if Yi Hui attacked any person in the inner circle, as long as this person defended with all his strength, was not greedy for merit and waited patiently for reinforcements from his companions, Yi Hui would not be able to defeat him in one encounter and force him to give up his defensive position. If they cooperated with each other and had proper offense and defense, it would be no problem to trap Yi Hui in the formation. Unexpectedly, Yi Hui used a sudden move, forcing the three people in the inner circle to give up their established strategies and all used offensive tricks. Although he knew that this would hit the opponent's mind, he had to take action to rescue his companions.

It is precisely because of unexpected that Yi Hui's attack has received miraculous effects, just like a master playing chess, and even if ordinary people rack their brains, they will still predict mistakes in the end. Whether playing chess and using force to predict the enemy's initiative, grasping the initiative is the only way to win.

Before Yi Hui took action, he carefully observed the positions occupied by the five opponents. Seeing that their strength and weakness were arranged in an orderly manner, he couldn't help but admire him. He knew that his opponent was not a mob, but a very difficult bone to crack. If he did not take any dangerous moves this time, he would firmly control the situation. If he fell into the formation set up by the opponent, he would not escape. The victory or defeat of the battle depends not only on the strength of both sides, but also on the wisdom and courage of both sides.

The long stick in his hand suddenly tilted, using the trick of the "Dog Beating Stick Technique". The head of the stick swung sharply in a small range, and rushed straight to the enemy with the stick. The long stick had just unfolded, and the pressure around his body suddenly increased. The wind on the left palm was as strong as fire, and the sword on the right flashed, and the attack was in no particular order. He Tieyi's iron fist was far away, and the hot fist force had to reach three points slowly. Lu Jiu stood the farthest and could not attack him for a while.

The cold light flashed in front of him, but the single sword that Chang Lewen kicked was the first to shoot closer. The cold wind blew on his face, and the momentum was very sharp. Yi Hui's head was slightly tilted, and the steel knife brushed through his ears, barely cutting off a few strands of hair, flying towards He Tieyi who was slamming fists and angrily hitting him.

He Tieyi exclaimed in surprise, and his left fist slightly avoided the blade, then his fist eyes hit the blade, knocking the flying knife down, and the original posture of his right fist remained unchanged, and he hit his opponent's lower plate from afar.

Yi Hui's body suddenly sank, his toes touched the ground, and the true energy in his body flowed. He turned around and rushed to the side, like a tiger going down the mountain, and used the Yang family spear technique. The long stick stabbed He Haifeng's chest like a dragon. As the long stick moved forward, the stick body kept rotating, bringing countless spiral airflows. The stick head drew spiral arcs, and the landing point was unpredictable, making people unable to grasp it.

When the Qifeng suddenly emerged, the Qinglong Club masters all felt deceived and rushed to help. Especially He Haifeng, who suddenly realized that he had become the first prey of his opponent, was shocked in his heart. He had just fought with Yi Hui twice, and the first time he was almost knocked away the sword, and the second time he could not use seven sword moves. His confidence had actually shook. At this time, he saw the opponent's fierce momentum, and he could not help but feel a little afraid in his subconscious. He hurriedly returned to his sword as his chest to block the enemy stick. However, the sword was slashed down, but it was wrapped by countless cyclones around the stick, as if he was trapped in turbulent flowing water. The sword edge slipped away involuntarily, and could not stop the coming of the stick! He jumped back with his toes, and the sword swung quickly, and the lightning intertwined, laying a layer of sword curtain.

Yi Hui shouted loudly, with a long stick left his hand, passing through the sword curtain like a long rainbow, plunged into He Haifeng's chest, penetrated straight into the back, and a bloody stick tip emerged from the vest. This move "Flying Dragon in the Sky" is the last move of the Yang family's gun, and it is also the most powerful move. People who don't know the details can hardly resist it at close range, and there is only one way to die.

Yi Hui has a lot of experience in fighting. When observing his opponent, he has already selected He Haifeng, who has strong offense and weak defense as his target. But if he attacks He Haifeng directly, the opponent will be alert to defend with all his strength, and it will not be easy to break. Only by surprise and unprepared attacks can he succeed. So he deliberately bluffs to lure He Haifeng into attack, and then seizes the flaws in his moves and kills him.

He Haifeng's chest was painful, but he felt that his heart meridian was cut by the knife, and his true energy was completely broken by the long stick. His whole body's energy dissipated. The sword could no longer be grasped and fell to the ground. He looked down at the long stick inserted into his chest in disbelief, and his eyes instantly showed many expressions of reluctance, panic, surprise, etc.

At this moment, Mosen's palms hit Yi Hui's back with a slam, and the two true qi collided, making a dull loud noise.

Yi Hui rushed forward with the palm force and led the palm force to the lower plate. Every time he took a step, he stepped on a pit more than half a foot deep on the ground. He grabbed the tail of the stick with one hand and pulled it back behind him. He Haifeng's huge body was shaken by his hidden force, his limbs twitched, and blood was sprayed out from the wounds on the front, chest and back.

Lu Jiu jumped up and hugged He Haifeng's body, looked into hissing, and said, "Xiao He is dead!"

Mosen succeeded with a blow and was overjoyed. His Shasha Palm was an extremely domineering martial art. After hitting the opponent, it could make the blood in the body heat up sharply, and the internal fire burned to death. Although Yi Hui's martial arts skills were strong, he was slapped in real time. The internal injuries were definitely not shallow. His left palm was swayed, and his right palm cut into the empty gate and hit him down. He Tieyi saw a brother dead, and his fist strength became even stronger, slashing a storm, attacking the opponent's vital points.

Yi Hui unexpectedly killed a powerful enemy with his wisdom and martial arts. It was somewhat of a lucky thing, but the palm on his back really hurt him. The middle palm was like burned by a fire, and there was a strange pain in his body, blood boiling all over his body, and stars appeared in his eyes. Despite this, the movements within the three feet of his body could not escape his spiritual consciousness. He immediately suppressed his chest and took three steps in a slant, flashed through the opponent's attack, aiming at Lu Jiu, who was not prepared for it, and smashed it down with a stick.

Lu Jiu usually had a very good relationship with He Haifeng. At this time, he saw He Haifeng tragically die, and his tiger's eyes were filled with tears. He was a little slow to see the changes around him. When the stick Feng Rushan pressed down, he suddenly realized that he hurriedly picked up the long stick beside him to block it. With a click, the long stick in his hand was broken into two pieces. The enemy stick fell constantly and headed straight for his forehead. At the critical moment, his head turned to the left, and the enemy stick fell tightly against his cheek, and knocked heavily on his right shoulder.

Bang! Lu Jiu's shoulder bone was shattered on the spot, and a strong force penetrated into the body, attacking the heart against blood. A blood arrow rushed out and sprayed towards the opponent's face. He was seriously injured and spurted blood. In addition to dissolving the stick force in his body, he also took this opportunity to counterattack and prevent the opponent from changing his moves easily. This blood arrow not only contains the remaining power of Yi Hui, but also has his internal strength, which is so fast and powerful that it is no worse than a powerful crossbow. He cuts the stick with his left hand to "sweep thousands of troops" and sweeps across the enemy's knees.

As long as Yi Hui shook the stick in his hand, the tip of the stick could pierce Lu Jiu's temple and take his life. But Lu Jiu was not a vegetarian, and the qi arrows formed by blood were extremely fast. If he didn't try to resist, it would be a situation where both sides suffered losses. He hurriedly raised his energy and leaped up, and his sleeves were swung to block the blood arrows like a shield. He shook his waist and had already hit He Tieyi's punch in the air. He vomited blood and flew away. After landing, his footsteps staggered, and his long stick trembled, and his movements were a bit embarrassing.

He Tieyi shouted: "Brother Lu retreated from the formation!" He finally injured the enemy, so of course he had to take advantage of the heat to strike the iron and immediately tracked up. He raised his fists over his head, crossed like an iron cone, and hit the back of the enemy's head with a loud shout. Chang Lewen slashed like an eagle, stabbed a short spear, and used the technique of a goshawk to the rabbit, and the wind sounded loudly.

Lu Jiu said angrily: "No, I want to avenge Xiaohe!" Despite the severe shoulder injury, he broke his left stick and rushed forward quickly, like a poisonous snake hunting, fast and fierce. He attacked with anger, but blocked Mosen's route of palming. Mosen had no choice but to follow him, ready to provide palming support at any time.

Yi Hui suffered repeated injuries, and his injuries were even worse. In fact, his skills were very severe. He was at a loss when fighting alone, and his true energy was running at high speed almost for a moment, unlike the opponent who could rely on cooperation to adjust his physical strength. Therefore, the longer the time was delayed, the less good it would be for him. Among these opponents, He Tieyi was undoubtedly the number one enemy, followed by Mosen, Chang Lewen, and Lu Jiu was not very threatening due to injury. He followed the wind and argued, immediately rolled on the ground, rolling out of the range covered by the enemy's energy. Although the posture was ugly, it was very useful and could also gain valuable breathing time. As soon as he turned over and jumped up, he saw Lu Jiu pounced in front of him like a crazy tiger, stretched out his long stick and tripped him up.

Although Lu Jiu was large in shape, he was as quick as a cat. He rolled forward with the trend and stabbed the opponent from bottom to top to the vital point of his opponent's lower abdomen. Mosen, who was immediately following, hurriedly attacked him with his palm.

Yi Hui moved his right leg slightly, kicking the stabbed broken stick into two pieces. The stick in his hand was first used to hit Mosen's main point, forcing his opponent to change his moves. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his right leg, and it turned out that Lu Jiu opened his bloody mouth and bit him hard. He hugged his calf with one arm, like a hungry wolf fighting for food, and a terrifying red light shot out from his eyes. He was silently exerting his internal strength, and his leg muscles were as hard as iron, which made Lu Jiu's teeth loose and his mouth bleeding.

He Tieyi was anxious and angry: "Lu Jiu, don't act recklessly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jiu suddenly jumped up and knocked Yi Hui's lower abdomen with his head down. This record of the powerful force of the head, Yi Hui was so painful that he could hardly lift it up in one breath. He staggered back and took a little longer, hitting the Baihui acupoint on Lu Jiu's head.

With a sound of waves, blood rain flew, Lu Jiu's whole body stiffened, and his huge body fell down like a scarecrow.

"Brother Nine!" Mosen reached out and put his hand on his tiger waist and turned him over. Lu Jiu's eyes wide open, red blood and white brains flowed, and he said sadly: "Master, Brother Nine... He can't do it anymore!"

"What?!" He Tieyi and Chang Lewen clamped Yi Hui one after another to prevent him from exercising his light skills and escorted him in a deep voice: "Let go down Lu Jiu and deal with the enemy first!"

"yes!"

Mosen grew up, raised his eyebrows and glared at the enemy, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't tear you apart today, and I'm sorry for my brothers' spirit in heaven!"

Yi Hui coughed a few times, and spit out a mouthful of blood every time he coughed. His face turned pale due to excessive blood loss. He said coldly: "Today's battle, you either die or I die. You have been in the world for so many years. Can't you still see it? Yes, I killed your brother, Yi's great head is here. If you have the ability, come and avenge them!"

At this point, although he successfully killed two masters of the Qinglong Association, the internal injuries he suffered were unprecedented. Now every breath he took, his internal organs seemed to be grilled by fire, his meridians were blocked layer by layer, and there was a sign of exhaustion when the true qi was running. The wound on his left leg was numb, and the blood from the wound had been soaked in his pants, and an unstoppable sense of weakness hit his heart, swallowing his fighting spirit. The opponent's figure began to blur and twist in his eyes. He didn't know how long he could last. For the first time in his life, he felt that the wings of the god of death were so close.

"I want to kill you!" Mosen was furious and was about to take action, but was stopped by He Tieyi's eyes. Everyone listened intently, and their faces changed a little.

In the distance, two stars jumped into balls and were running towards them quickly.

In the dark night, the wind is sobbing, and the sound of water flowing is like crying and telling.
Chapter completed!