Chapter 237

Although Ouyang Qingfeng was a mysterious cultivation, he did not wash bones and cut marrow, and could not resist. Even when he was shot and fell to the ground, blood flowed in his lower abdomen. He shouted, "leave me alone, run!"

At this time, Ouyang Qingfeng's face was bloody, miserable and distressed.

However, at the moment, in order to protect Yang traitor and Ouyang zhantian, his cultivation for many years of dormancy broke out completely. With a roar, he grabbed the door and twisted his hands, which made the sound of acid metal distortion ring, and the door was broken in his hand.

The next moment, despite the blood dripping from his lower abdomen, he stood up and ran towards the enemy. The bullet was on the door and blocked it like a shield, bursting out a series of sparks.

Ouyang Qingfeng swung the door round and suddenly covered the heads of the two gunmen.

The two gunmen rattled their cervical vertebrae, dropped their heads to one side, broke their necks and fell miserably to the ground.

The power of one anger can overwhelm two people.

Yang traitor is running!

But not escape!

But running at super high speed!

Seeing that his brother was wounded, Yang traitor was murderous in an instant. When he stepped out, he came to a gunman.

A cold light flashed, and the gunman only felt that his throat was cold and hot. Yang traitor's long sword had been stabbed and pulled out, and a blood wave gushed out of his neck like a small fountain.

"I'll go. You're very fierce, boy! I'll make you fierce!" Zhao Ziming saw Yang traitor so cruel, immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and fired three shots at Yang traitor.

"Where did his long sword come from? Storage ring? God, there is such a thing in the world!" and the old man surnamed Liang on the co pilot's seat of Zhao Ziming suddenly shrinks his pupils, his eyes are burning, and his whole body trembles with excitement.

Yang traitor's long sword flickered, and its light was as bright as a river. It lit up the world. There were screams, roars, screams, and the sound of the sword stabbing into the skin and flesh. In the blink of an eye, the remaining gunmen lay on the ground in different postures and were all killed!

"I'll go. No, isn't this boy Huang Jie's cultivation... Didn't I hit? My shooting is not so bad!"

Zhao Ziming saw that Yang traitor easily chopped over his gang. His heart was suddenly cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Zhao Ziming, come out and die!" Yang traitor approached Zhao Ziming with his bloody sword and sharp eyes.

I'll go, boy. Why is it so scary?

At this moment, Zhao Ziming trembled with fear. He aimed at Yang traitor, hugged him to the end, and fired all the remaining four bullets.

Yang traitor's body vibrated a few times. Zhao Ziming was sure that he hit Yang traitor. Moreover, at such a close distance, he had no reason not to hit him!

It seems that the next moment, Yang traitor is going to fall to the ground. Zhao Ziming is also happy, but the next moment, he is frightened.

After listening to the jingle, the four bullets fell off Yang traitor and fell to the ground. Yang traitor was still fine and continued to approach Zhao Ziming.

"If I go, the bullet won't kill me? Is this boy xuanjie cultivation!" Zhao Ziming was really shocked and stunned.

In fact, in his opinion, the young man's cultivation of yellow rank has been very rebellious, but I didn't expect that he should have the cultivation of Xuan rank! This is a genius!

The next moment, Zhao Ziming wiped a cold sweat, turned the car key, the engine roared, and the car rushed over immediately.

"If you want to run, there's no way!" Yang traitor has killed the opportunity and rushed out like a hurricane, chasing after the car.

"Hum, smelly boy, you have good skills. I'll meet you today!"

The old man surnamed Liang on the co pilot's seat pushed open the door and jumped out at this moment, killing Yang traitor like a big gray bird.

Yang traitor immediately changed his moves and stabbed the old man's throat with a sword.

The old man's reaction was not slow. With a clap of his right hand, he shook the long sword away, and with the help of the anti shock force, he withdrew more than ten meters away and stood face to face with Yang rebel.

He looked at Yang traitor up and down. His eyes were like a greedy ghost who saw a lot of gold. He was greedy and hot. He said with a grim smile: "you have a storage ring. Moreover, you don't have an air machine exposed, and you don't form a real air shield, but you can resist bullets. Therefore, you don't practice ancient martial arts, but should practice truth. I guess it's good..."

"Hehe, what are you talking about?" Yang traitor's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp cold flash flashed in his eyes. He had killed him.

The grey robed old man is the first person who knows his secret when he comes to this world. Yang traitor will certainly not let him survive.

Who can best keep a secret?

dead person!

"It must be, it must be! The cultivator has not appeared in this world for hundreds of years! Unexpectedly, I met one!"

The old man surnamed Liang was so excited that his voice trembled. When he looked at Yang traitor, he was more and more cold and murderous, but at the same time, he was particularly greedy and hot.

Zhao Ziming's purpose of intercepting Ouyang Qingfeng is, of course, to seize the bone washing and marrow cutting pill and to vent his anger.

As for Yang traitor, it doesn't seem so important whether he wants to kill him or not!

But now, the old man found that Yang traitor was a big fat meat. He had a storage ring and a cultivation skill. Whatever it was, it was a fatal temptation for him. Compared with the xigufansui pill, it's not worth drying at all.

Yang traitor has now measured that this person is already the peak of internal skill cultivation at the beginning of Xuan level, which is stronger than Chen Xuansheng on that day.

Therefore, Yang traitor was the first to start. He didn't say a word. The long sword shook and the sword light flickered. Like a long white dragon, he swept the old man in gray robe.

WOW!

As soon as the old man's right hand vibrated, a soft whip danced like a crazy snake, twined the long sword in an instant, kicked his feet on the ground, withdrew five or six meters in an instant, and pulled his right hand violently.

With a strange sound, Yang traitor's long sword was twined tightly by the soft whip. With a sound of Chi, it burst out sparks, which looked dazzling in the night.

This time, Yang traitor's sword almost flew away. Moreover, Hukou was shocked by this fierce force.

"This old fellow is still a bit powerful..." Yang traitor was also a bit shocked and frightened, and his hand holding the sword was tight and tight.

If he hadn't been the cultivation of the fifth level of physical training, and his physique was incomparably strong, he might have been shocked by the real Qi contained in the soft whip and died.

Even if you want to kill this product, it will take a lot of effort, and even hurt both sides, because the old guy already knows his secret and is on guard!

"Boy, you really have some skills. However, even if you practice the real skill, your Qi can't be released. You're still inferior."

The grey robed old man looked at Yang traitor and smiled coldly: "so, I advise you to give up and surrender, and hand over the skill and storage ring obediently. Liang Heng may let you live!"

"Master Liang, if you can really keep your promise, in fact, I am willing. Anyway, I can't beat you..."

Yang traitor looked serious, then frowned and said, "but how can you promise not to kill me after you get the baby?"

"I Liang Heng is one of the three offerings of the Zhao family. Of course, I have nine words and spit. That's a nail. How can I deceive you, a younger generation?"

Liang Heng's face was proud, and immediately a loving color appeared on his face. He looked at Yang traitor and became appreciative: "By the way, Pan Yang, I've been obsessed with ancient martial arts all my life. I'm not married and have no children. Your cultivation is against the sky and you're very savvy. It's better for me to recognize you as an adoptive son. Don't worry, if I become your adoptive father, I will help you become a great sacrifice of the Zhao family. In addition, I come from a very strong ancient martial arts sect and can recommend you to join it, which will help you gain a lot of cultivation Resources! Besides, if you understand the skill alone, you will inevitably miss. If we practice together, we can also confirm each other. In this way, we can practice successfully as soon as possible! "

"Really?" Yang traitor frowned and whispered, "there's such a good thing. You not only don't kill me, but also help me?"

"Of course. I'm old. To put it awkwardly, I've stepped into the coffin. I've long lost my desire to strive for fame and wealth!"

Liang Heng smiled calmly and said, "I want this skill and ring. It's just curiosity. I'll give it back to you in the end!"

"Ah? In that case, of course I'd like to recognize you as an adoptive father! Do you need any ceremony?" Yang traitor quickly pretended to be happy.

"Hahaha, your boy has finally enlightened. Kneel down and kowtow to me, and we'll even recognize each other!"

Liang Heng laughed happily and walked slowly to Yang traitor. He also loosened his hand holding the whip and threw the whip aside.

"Ah? It's not formal enough? OK, kowtow..." Yang traitor also threw away his sword, quickly grabbed it, lowered his head, bent his knees, and knelt towards the ground.

But at this moment, a strange scene happened, which stunned Ouyang zhantian and Ouyang Qingfeng, who had just wrapped up his wound.

But at the moment when Yang traitor bent down, Liang Heng's smiling face suddenly became murderous. He didn't know when he had a cold shining short knife in his right hand, which stabbed Yang traitor's neck like lightning.

Seeing that the short knife was about to be inserted into Yang traitor's neck socket, it seemed that Yang traitor would be killed on the spot with five steps of blood splashing the next moment.

At this time, Yang traitor bowed his head, but he seemed to have eyes. He turned over to a kite on the right, turned five or six meters away, rolled on the spot, held the sword in his hand and hid.

"Oh!" Liang Heng screamed as if he were a cat stepping on his tail. He flew more than ten meters away in the air. His feet stood firmly on the ground. With a move, the whip was already in his hand.

"Boy, how dare you hurt me with a concealed weapon!"

There was a shallow bloodstain on his face. He roared with anger and blood dripping down. Anger made his ferocious face even more terrible.