Chapter 324 He is Gao Huailiang

Before the needle arrived, Yang Yanzhao's face was painful with a sharp momentum.

Just as the plum needle was about to pierce his skin, a dazzling white light flashed, and later he saw Zuo Posa standing next to him.

"The two demons of blood and yin, my master thought about you at the beginning. I didn't expect that you two still didn't repent. A few days ago, I dared to send someone to assassinate me. Let's see if I won't take the lives of you two today!"

Listening to Zuo Po-pa's scolding, the thin-faced man's eyes flashed timidly. He couldn't help looking at the short fat man on one side, but the latter laughed out loud, "Ji Jie, Zuo Po-in-law, do you think you can beat my two brothers with your cultivation? Over the years, my blood poison religion has been bullied by you. Today, this account is easy to calculate. Anyway, the madman Ye Luming came. You are dead, and my two brothers have changed their faces after escaping. What can he do with us?

After saying that, a terrible murderous atmosphere burst out in the short and fat man's little eyes and rushed straight to Zuo Posha, while the thin-faced man hesitated for a moment and followed.

The skills of the two are very strange. Each move is accompanied by a red blood fog. Although they can't see what level they have reached, they actually suppressed Zuo Po's death, and even have the strength to laugh.

Yang Yanzhao's cultivation has been sealed, but his eyesight still exists. He can see that Zuo Posha is struggling to support him. I'm afraid he won't resist it for a long time.

No more delay!

Staring at Yelu Xiuge, who was a few feet away, Yang Yanzhao grabbed the Luye gun and roared to rush over. The long knife of Yelu Xiuge had left his hand. Seeing the long gun sweeping, he didn't have time to think too much, so he could only roll to one side in confusion to avoid it.

"Wow...!"

The long gun broke through the gorgeous cloak and made a crisp tearing sound. Yelu Xiu only felt a chill behind him. He reached out and touched it, and his coat was also torn open. Fortunately, it did not hurt his skin. Otherwise, the poison shining with a demonic light on the tip of the gun must have killed him.

There was still time to jump in the future, and there was a thunderous roar in his ears, which only made Yelu Xiu's scalp numb. He had to roll a few more times, and the gold-inlaid felt hat also fell, but he could not take care of it. A few feet behind him, the blue brick road was hit out of a big pit by the long gun, and the masonry ice crumbs flew and scratched on his face. After a few blood stains, he made a mess of his little braids tied all over his head.

The long gun behind him is like a maggot, chasing after him. There is no chance to escape at this moment. He feels the murderous spirit behind him, but he has no ability to resist.

At this time, after not experiencing life and death for many years, he suddenly felt that death was so close. As if he took the next breath, he was smashed into meat sauce by a terrible spear.

"Ji Jie, why are you so annoying?"

At this moment, the disgusting laughter reminded me again. Later, I saw the short fat man who played with Zuo Po Sa flashed in front of Yelu Xiu. His short and fat hand held the long gun in his hand and looked at Yang Yanzhao jokingly.

At this moment, a dull applause sounded. This was the sound of his palm hitting his body. Yang Yanzhao looked back and saw Zuo Po's body retreating quickly. His face was pale, and blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Shit, her injury doesn't seem to have healed.

He was secretly anxious. Yang Yanzhao's right arm was buckled against the gun, his legs kicked on the ground, and he made a fierce force to take the Luye gun back from the hands of the short fat man.

Unexpectedly, the latter was not moved at all and continued to laugh strangely. Later, he gently rubbed the three fingers holding the tip of the gun. Suddenly, Yang Yanzhao's right arm seemed to be stirred by a huge force. He cried out in pain, and the bean-sized sweat also fell down.

"Go ahead!"

The fat man said very casually. His fat and ugly face was full of light clouds. His right hand retreated towards the tip of the gun. In an instant, Yang Yanzhao's right arm sounded a crisp bone, and the reed leaf gun fell to the ground.

The right arm is useless!

The beads of sweat on his forehead fell like rain. Yang Yanzhao gritted his teeth tightly, quickly clicked a few acupuncture points to stop the blood, squatted down tremblingly, and picked up the reed leaf gun with his left hand.

The long gun put on a gun flower and lay in front of him. The spear pointed straight at Yelu Xiuge, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Even if he is seriously hit, even if he still has a breath, Yang Yanzhao will not fall down. Even if he still has a hand that can still move, he will kill the enemy.

Previously, the crowded streets had become extremely empty. Yang Yanzhao was independent with a gun. He was surrounded by the bodies of countless palace guards. A cold wind blew by and scattered his long hair stained with dirty blood.

In the teahouse that was fighting for several feet away, the wolf king grabbed the wolf's teeth and bronze claws, and his face was full of tension. He couldn't help whispering again, "Lord Wei Zhuang, if you don't take action, the boy's life will be worried."

In front of him stood a man with white hair and a white shirt, with sword eyebrows, staring at the street under his feet without saying a word.

Seeing that he was silent, Bai Feng and Wushuang Ghost, who had a relationship with Yang Jing in Fujian, were also quite worried and wanted to open their mouths, but they were stared at by the purple clothes, who were still enchanting Chi Lian.

Meimu couldn't bear to sweep Yang Yanzhao, who was seriously injured, and her heart also reached her throat. However, she also knew that Wei Zhuang cared about Yang Yanzhao more than any of them. Otherwise, she would not have stayed in the capital for dozens of days, and would not have clenched her fists tightly at this moment.

"He's coming."

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang said gently, and the white hair behind him waved gently in the wind. Chi Lian and others hurriedly looked at their feet, but they could not see anything strange.

"Huh..."

The cold wind was blowing, and it seemed to blow away the strong smell of blood. Yang Yanzhao, who was thin, looked back. Far away, Zuo Po Sa covered his right shoulder with his left hand and gasped quickly. It seemed that the blow just now was not light.

I'm afraid it will be folded here today.

His chest heaved and spit out a mass of white fog. Yang Yanzhao's blood-red eyes stared at Yelu Xiu, who picked up the long knife, and his heart was full of hatred and unwillingness.

"Ji Jie, what I like most is the expression that the weak can't resist. Jie Jie, today is your death!"

"Wait!"

When the short fat man was about to rush to Yang Yanzhao, Yelu Xiu stopped him and raised the long knife in his hand, "I want his life!"

"A gentleman does not take the favor of others. Since the king has a grudge against him, let's make a decision for you."

A trace of displeasure flashed in Huang Dou's eyes, but the short fat man then nodded, then turned his face and stared at Zuo Po, with a cheap expression on his face, "Huh, saint? It hasn't been taken down by my two brothers. If it hadn't been for the right time, I would have let you taste the power of this **!"

"Bah! Your crooked and evil way is rampant. I swear to God today that in this life, I will definitely kill you two under the sword!"

Staring at the blood and yin double demons with a dirty face, Zuo Posha's voice is cold, like a cool north wind, which makes people feel cold.

"Jie Jie, pretending to be noble. The saint in those years still ran away with people, and the old guy Ye Luming had nothing to do!"

The short fat man** smiled, and later a ferocious fierce face flashed on his face, and said to the thin-faced birthmark on one side, "Second brother, today you and I will kill her together to repay the revenge of hiding for many years."

A trace of hesitation flashed in the latter's eyes, "Big brother, kill her, that madman is really going crazy..."

"What are you afraid of? At that time, you and my brother will fly away, and what are you afraid of him!"

With that, the short fat man rushed to Zuo Po, hesitated for a moment, and the person with a thin face and birthmark also followed. The two of them were lucky again with their strange skills, which made the cold wind smell bloody.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing the situation, Yang Yanzhao didn't care about the getting closer and closer brother Yelu Xiu. He turned his head and shouted at Zuo Posha. Even if she had been injured, there was no problem leaving alone.

"I'm a saint of witchcraft. I'm afraid to escape. It's not my nature."

Zuo Posha suddenly smiled, and the corners of his mouth with blood were cracked into an intoxicating smile, just like the snow lotus blooming on the snowy mountain, holy and not to be blasphemed.

"Ji Jie, then go to hell!"

The short and fat man smiled strangely and took action with the person with a thin face and birthmark at the same time. Zuo Posa wanted luck, but he was confused by the two of them because of his divine consciousness. The statue behind him flashed away, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood and dyed her Hao Yuesu's White House costume red.

On the other side, the Luye gun in Yang Yanzhao's hand was split by Yelu Xiuge's long knife, and his right leg was also half kneeling on the ground with his elbow.

In the future, before he could breathe, he faintly saw the knife light in the sky overlapping and falling, mixed with surging murderous air coming towards him. The momentum was so strong that it cut through layers of cold air and made a sharp sound that pierced the eardrums.

Is it just this kind of death?

The blade stopped when he cut the sweat skin of Yang Yanzhao's neck. Brother Yelu Xiu seemed to have been given, and his face was still full of anger and the revenge of killing his son.

But this time, his knife stopped.

After Yang Yanzhao had not recovered, he had to listen to two loud bangs. Before that, he was still extremely arrogant and arrogant. The two demons spit blood and flew out, twitched all over, and saw that he could not live.

A figure appeared out of thin air next to Zuo Po Sa. The black robe, like the loyal and honest face of ordinary people, turned out to be the housekeeper Chen who had disappeared for many days.

This time, his eyes were full of blood, and his whole body looked extremely haggard. If you don't say goodbye, he seems to be more than ten years old.

The black cloth shoes on his feet were stepping in mid-air, and Yang Yanzhao could feel the murderousness thrown by Butler Chen's eyes like two sharp blades hovering over his head.

What a great cultivation.

When he secretly exclaimed, the housekeeper Chen had arrived in front of him. He punched a true qi in his right hand and sent Yang Yanzhao a few feet away. Later, he turned his head, opened his eyes angrily, and stared at Brother Yelu Xiu tightly.

"I've cleared all those bed bugs, and now it's your turn."

With that, he stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist, and hit Brother Yelu Xiu, who could not move. The fist turned with dazzling color and felt the power on it. Yang Yanzhao could be sure that this punch was hit, and Brother Yelu Xiu must be broken and could not be broken.

At this time, there was a sudden vision, and the white light fell from the sky. In the consciousness, I saw the fairy's floating psychedelic scene. Yang Yanzhao knew that the madman was coming.

Sure enough, the next second, Ye Luming appeared out of thin air, waved his sleeves and threw Yelu Xiuge about ten feet away, and stretched out his white palm and hit it with the fist.

The color and white light are dim. Housekeeper Chen and Ye Luming are standing like that, with their fists facing the palms of their hands, like two familiar people joking with each other.

But Yang Yanzhao, who was not far away, was stunned. He could clearly feel that the aura of dozens of miles had been strangled, and the flowing cold wind was also swallowed up by the two powerful true qi of this collision!

"Bum bang bang..."

After the silence, the whole Fengze Street turned into nothing, with bricks and stones dancing and wood chips flying.

Ye Luming took it back as if nothing had happened, with deep hostility in his eyes, and said word by word, "Gao Huailiang, you finally appeared."