61 The wind fell to

The reputation of Tangmen's hidden weapons and poisons has been known in the world for thousands of years. It is not a child's play to enjoy this reputation. However, Xiao Changhe turned a blind eye to it. A domineering and fierce punch still hit Tang Laoqi heavily, with an indifferent smile at the corners of his mouth.

Even this group of old people with extremely strong determination and experience could not help whispering, but in a flash, they understood Xiao Changhe's intention to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. It turned out that he had already made up his determination to die.

Xiao Changhe's fist suddenly hit Tang Laoqi's raised arms. A muffled hum suddenly came from the corners of Tang Laoqi's mouth. After a few steps, he stabilized his body. The old man stared at Xiao Changhe's eyes and was about to spew fire. This man was really too domineering and fierce. Only this fist made him feel the blood. He couldn't hold himself. He gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his right hand and was even more terrpointed to find that a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

In contrast, Xiao Changhe, although he retreated Tang Laoqi with a punch, his right shoulder had been hit by a silver needle and lost an inch deep into his skin. However, Xiao Changhe did not care. His left hand suddenly pulled out the poison needle of his right arm and looked at a group of old people in front of him and laughed, "People say that Tangmen's hidden weapons are unparalleled in the world, and now it seems to Xiao. That's it." The silver needle in his hand suddenly turned into a long rainbow in Xiao Changhe's loud laughter and hit Tang Laoshi, who was also injured. The silver needle was followed by Xiao Changhe's dragon and tiger walk.

People all over the world think that Xiao Changhe's boxing skills are unparalleled. However, Xiao Changhe has been practicing the world's martial arts with Xiao Kunlun since he was a child, and his talent is extremely high. With the guidance of famous teachers, how can he only domineering and strong Nanquan? Maybe it's just that Xiao Changhe only loves the domineering and fierceness of this boxing.

Eighteen years ago, he had already crossed the world with a pair of meat fists and laughed at the mountains and rivers. Tonight, Xiao Changhe, who has achieved both boxing and mind, is becoming more and more contempting.

Tang Laoqi could avoid the silver needle, but he could no longer avoid the following Xiao Changhe. A straight punch hit Tang Laoqi's chest heavily, and the force was unparalleled. May I ask, who in the world can compete with this person?

Xiao Changhe, only in terms of force, he was originally the first person in China in 50 years, and no one can match it. Even the unruly bald head ** in the Sunshine Bath did not increase the value of force until he fight with Xiao Changhe, which has always been better than those tedious moves.

Looking at the punch that Xiao Changhe went out to sea like a wild dragon, a group of old men in white were stunned. Chen Bu was stunned, Zhuge Zizhan and Li Feiyu were also horrched. Xiao Chen was also horraught. I'm afraid that this punch can't be beaten in my life. The spirit, courage, strength and momentum. What is contained in this punch can't be integrated overnight. Of?

Tang Laoqi did not take this punch, but raised his hands between the lightning, and all kinds of dark weapons shining with blue light flew rapidly towards Xiao Changhe. If Xiao Changhe chooses to avoid it, then he is bound to avoid danger. If Xiao Changhe does not dodge, then Xiao Changhe will only become a corpse in two hours. The second possibility.

There are at least dozens of hidden weapons, almost covering Xiao Changhe's body.

However, Tang Laoqi still underestimated the man with a strong appearance. He saw Xiao Changhe's sneer emerging from the corners of his mouth again. His left toe gently clicked, and he rose up like flying catkins. He was the same as Shicai's first punch. While dodging the hidden weapon, he also increased the unparalleled power of this fist. Potential.

Outside the crowd, Zhuge Zizhan looked at Li Feiyu and whispered, "His empty feet have surpassed the old drunkard. I'm afraid that no one in the world can beat him by force."

"If Liu Taohua is still there, it should be gratified. It is a supreme affirmation that his original teaching method can be applied to Rusi by Xiao Changhe. Unfortunately, he may not be able to retreat completely tonight." Li Feiyu sighed softly, and his tone was full of regret.

"For him, it may not be a pleasure to die vigorously." Zhuge Zizhan's eyes seem to contain something different.

Xiao Changhe is an old man like Zhuge Zizhan and Li Feiyu, who are watching them grow up year by year under the Qingcheng Mountain. Naturally, their feelings for him are not in a few words. At this moment, when they suddenly talk about the life and death of this man, the two old people can't help but have some melancholy and sadness in their hearts.

Standing on the periphery of the crowd, standing behind Zhuge Zizhan and Li Feiyu, Xiao Chen has never spoken, but his eyes have been staring at Xiao Changhe, who looks like a fixed view of infinite scenery in the field. His heart is full of mixed feelings. Is he happy or resentful when he sees his father? Sadness, hesitation, pain, sadness,... At this moment, Xiao Chen felt that he was no longer as free and easy as a woman. Even the ordinary heart he had been trying to maintain tonight was smashed, like blood everywhere in the purple garden.

Xiao Changhe, the man who suddenly left himself and left the old drunkard and left another village 18 years ago should hate him. Yes, he should watch him die tragically in the hands of the enemy with a resentful look. But why, after seeing him, why did he still think that he could take a good look at himself and gently shout at himself. What about the son? The corners of his eyes were unconsciously wet. Xiao Chen looked at the man in the field in a daze, and his heart could no longer be as calm as usual. Especially after hearing the two old men beside him talking about the man's life and death, his heart suddenly felt sad, like the flood of the dyke could no longer be controlled. Looking at Xiao Changhe's leisurely leap in the air, Xiao Chen actually felt a happy impulse in his heart.

In the field, Tang Laoqi's face was waxy and stiff in place. He really didn't expect that the man's left foot could make him live a few meters higher. While avoiding his hidden weapon, he was on the tip of the storm. Maybe the next moment, he should part with the group of brothers behind him. At the critical moment of life and death, Tang Laoqi actually felt that his mood was so cheerful. It seemed that the hatred between the Xiao family and the sacrificed disciples was much lighter, and even Xiao Changhe's punch in the air became insignificant.

Tang Laoqi took his right foot as the origin and suddenly rotated in place, and his left foot took the opportunity to face Xiao Changhe's fist.

The night wind was gusts, and the starlight was shining. The sneer at the corners of Xiao Changhe's mouth was as horrible as a demon king. The arms in the air moved a little and easily avoided the old man's left foot that gathered all his strength in a blow. Xiao Changhe's right fist, accompanied by endless wind, had hit the old man's left leg heavily, and a sound of bone breaking suddenly came out in the air, like sunshine. The sky is deaf and deaf.

The victory and defeat have been divided. Tang Laoqi fell to the ground, and his face was full of pain. Xiao Changhe stood proudly, like a mountain like a mountain, without anger and no joy.

"Huh, what a domineering Nanquan." A dark voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Tang Laoliu, your voice that I haven't seen for many years is still so unpleasant, just like your despicable person." Zhuge Zizhan came out in the crowd and walked to the center of the field with a smile.

A group of old men in white then turned their eyes to Zhuge Zizhan, and his eyes flashed with surprise and puzzled. Why did he appear here?

"Zhuge Laoer, I haven't seen you for many years. I still like to hurt people like this. It's a pity that your little effort will never be as good as your quarrel." An old man, who also broke his arm, sneered.

"Oh? Isn't this Liao Qingyi? How did you become friends with the rats of Tangmen today? By the way, it must be that Brother Pao has been subdued by Tangmen. He is no longer the brother who dominates Sichuan, and you, Liao Qingyi, is just a dog of Tang Sect now. Zhuge Zizhan laughed at Yan Yan.

Liao Qingyi was so angry that he wanted to take action, but was stopped by an old man. The old man's face looked very clean, his white hair flew slightly in the breeze, and his eyes were shining, revealing shrewdness and wisdom. The old man said lightly, "Tsing Yi, don't be angry."

The old man's words were very useful. After hearing this, Liao Qingyi stood quietly and just looked at Zhuge Zizhan with resentful eyes, but there was no impulse to single up Zhuge Zizhan.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Brother Bai." Zhuge Zizhan looked at the white-haired old man and greeted softly. There was no narrow teasing or malicious sarcasm in his tone, and there was just an old-like smile.