The man in black saw Lang Tingting vomiting blood and knew that she had been seriously injured. How can such an opportunity be missed? Regardless of the fact that he was bruised and bruised by Lang Tingting, he immediately roared and rushed up again. Lang Tingting was lying on the ground, watching the black-clothed killer jumping and jumping down, she curled up one leg and prepared to kick the ground to dodge. Just as she was about to kick the ground, there was another slamming sound. Then his calf was hit by a hard object, and the whole leg suddenly became sore and lost its strength.

At this time, the black-clothed killer had already smashed straight down from the air. Lang Tingting let out a panicked "Ah!", thinking that I must die this time.

Who knows, just at this critical moment, Lang Tingting suddenly had a black shadow next to him. The man flew and kicked the black-clothed killer who was flying down. With a scream, the black-clothed killer's heavy body. It flew out more than ten meters away like a fluff, and it really hit the ground. A scream accompanied by a mouthful of blood splattered out, and the black-clothed killer throbbed in pain, and he could feel that the opponent's kick actually broke his sternum. At this time, the shadow did not dare to be careless. His eyes were fixed on the old beggar squatting on the street corner. The old beggar squatted far away in the corner with his head lowered slightly, looking weak . He was holding a few small stones in his hand. Lang Tingting also understood at this moment that it was this old beggar who secretly opposes her, and she was too careless, and she didn't find this powerful enemy just now.

Hei Ying stood beside Lang Tingting and was fully alert. The old beggar just squatted on the ground and didn't get up. The situation at the scene was indescribably weird, and the dark night returned to its tranquility at this moment.

"Haha, to deal with an old beggar of mine, don't use so many people?" The old beggar said as he slowly stood up. The man in black standing in front of Lang Tingting whistled, and four black shadows suddenly jumped out of the shadows around the old beggar. Without shouting loudly, the fist wind and palm shadow had already attacked the old beggar.

The old beggar looked slow and listless, but as he raised his hands together, his footsteps were erratic, and the two shadows who attacked him first groaned and each took four or five steps back.

The other two shadows were more dignified at the moment, and they adjusted their states. The two of them shouted and rushed up at the same time. One of them punched the old beggar's upper plate, and the other specialized in his lower three lanes. The two attacked the old beggar at the same time. The two people who were shaken by the old beggar just now also shouted and joined the battle group with their fists. In the shadow of the fist and the legs. The four black figures and the old beggar were tightly intertwined, like a black whirlwind, punching wind everywhere, and they heard each other. In the pincer attack of the four, the old beggar was like a dancing black crane, with a graceful figure.

Obviously, the old beggar is the real master. Although the four black shadows fought hard around the old beggar for a long time, they still did not have a punch and a kick to break into the tight and seamless inner perimeter of the old beggar's defense. His seemingly soft and powerless palm hit him.

It seems that the old beggar still has the upper hand with one enemy and four. The four people were hit by the old beggar. The sound of "bang bang" continued to sound, and the four people kept making a few muffled groans. However, what was the situation on the field, only the double-haired in the fight knew in his heart.

The old beggar's palm strength is enough to crack the stone tablet, but when the four people in front of him are hit, it is like hitting steel, and the palm of his hand hurts. , the four black shadows are like Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, they are completely desperate and fierce. In the blink of an eye, the old beggar has already attacked 108 palms and 72 feet, but still can't rush out of the four people's encirclement. circle.

There is still one person on the other side who has not joined the battle group. If the fight continues like this, even if he can rush out of the encirclement, he will definitely exhaust his whole body's skills. will take his own life.

Although he also understood that the situation was not good for him, the old beggar had no way to stop and take a breath under the struggle of the four black shadows.

Lang Tingting was lying on the ground with her chest rising and falling violently. She didn't know whether these shadows were helping her, or whether she had a grudge against the old beggar and happened to save herself.

The man standing beside him stared at the fighting people, without even looking at himself. If I can't adjust my breath and straighten my true qi in the shortest time, I don't know what the ending will be.

Just when Lang Tingting was trying to adjust his breath, he suddenly found that there was another pair of big feet wearing black leather shoes in front of his eyes. Immediately after, a smiling face that made him hate to death and worked hard to forget appeared in front of him.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again under such circumstances." His voice was still so magnetic and so gentle.

Lang Tingting's tears flowed out unsatisfactorily.

The man's big hand placed a fiery heat on Lang Tingting's constantly undulating lower abdomen, and a stream of people followed his palm into her body. Lang Tingting suddenly felt a coolness in the area that was still aching like a tear just now, why? The inner breath, which could not be connected, suddenly penetrated in the dantian.

"Don't move, you slowly adjust your breath and watch me avenge you." As the man spoke, he stood up slowly and shouted in a slow voice, "Xiao Bing, let them stop and you all step back. , let you all stare at Mr. Sima, who asked you to do it with him? It's too disgraceful to treat the old man like this."

The dark shadows who were fighting around the old beggar retreated after hearing the sound, and all retreated behind this man who didn't know when he appeared.

The old beggar rolled his eyes and snorted, "You know me?"

The young man smiled softly: "I don't know, but I know who you are. You are from the capital of the mainland, your name is Sima Qinglong, you were originally the personal guard of the old man of the Sima family, and one of the three existing masters of the Sima family. Tianhao's master. The word 'dragon' of the Dragon Tiger Gang that I destroyed is your name. Haha, am I right?"

The old beggar's skin was almost squinted together, but a sharp look was firmly on the young man's body: "Are you Li Jun?"

Li Jun smiled: "Well, Li Jun is me, isn't it different from what you imagined?"

"Looking for death..." The old beggar said, and while his wrists were shaking, three piercing voices flew towards Li Jun. Li Jun smiled, and raised his arms, he had already caught the stone that the old beggar had hit in his hand. He stared at the old beggar and asked softly, "Are you ready? Don't say I'm bullying you in a wheel battle."

The old beggar shouted angrily: "The yellow mouth child will play tricks, do you really dare to fight against me alone?"

Li Jun laughed: "Don't hold me back, I know you're afraid that I'll go up with them and deal with you together. To be honest, if you didn't offend my woman, I'd really like to ask me to do it myself. They don't have that interest. Just the four of them, killing you is just a waste of time."

"Hey, stop talking nonsense, look at the tricks..." Sima Qinglong saw that Li Jun saw through his plan, but Li Jun immediately retorted, trying to anger himself. There are so many people on the other side who are staring at him, and waiting any longer will only do him no good. As long as this young man can fight against him alone, and he does not seek merit, there is no problem in taking advantage of it to escape.

So, without waiting for Li Jun to finish speaking, Sima Qinglong shouted and shook his figure, one arm turned into a thousand arm shadows, and his footsteps were erratic and attacked Li Jun.

Li Jun laughed. Although the opponent's attack speed was fast enough, it was still too slow in his own eyes. Sima Qinglong's skills should still be under the Dark Moon Sect Master.

Li Jun's figure stood still, and he flexed his fingers to bounce the stone that Sima Qinglong had just received at him and bounced it back. The two stones were far from the sharp wind whistling when Sima Qinglong hit him just now, but they flew towards Sima Qinglong's face and chest in the blink of an eye.

Sima Qinglong was rushing forward vigorously. How did he know that Li Jun could hit the stone like a bullet with the strength of his fingers alone? The two stones were hurried and fast, but they didn't make any noise~lightnovelpub.net~ It was almost unnoticed that they had already deceived them. His two arms were turning into palm shadows in the sky, attacking Li Jun, and it was too late to think about returning to the face guard door after the arms stretched out.

Sima Qinglong also has extraordinary abilities. As his body advanced sharply, his old waist twisted and folded, and in an instant, it turned into an "iron bridge", his feet were firmly nailed to the ground, and his upper body was almost level with his knees. The two stones that Li Jun sent almost flew past his nose, Sima Qinglong swiped his arms in the air, and bounced up like a spring.

However, when his body just straightened up, a strong arm was already strangled on his neck, blocking his trachea like an iron hoop. Sima Qinglong struggled uncontrollably, but where could he make any money? His eyes gradually darkened and his consciousness gradually blurred. With his last few struggles, Sima Qinglong's body gradually softened.

Seeing that he was no longer struggling, Li Jun let go of his arms and dropped him to the ground. Seeing that Sima Qinglong's thigh twitched nervously for a few times, he finally calmed down. The whole body was paralyzed on the ground limply, and a pair of resentful eyes gradually dimmed.

I wrote it out, I don’t want to wait until the afternoon, mainly because I want to urge to ask for a few red flowers, so let’s pass it on first. QQ group number 80997985, join the reading club, discuss the development of the plot, welcome to give your valuable opinions to Youlong.