If gods and ghosts have always been under those rulers, no one will truly believe it, and no one will believe it at all.

"I finally brought this matter back to myself. The blood is no longer flowing. I am a little cold and want to go home, so please hurry up."

Leng Xiaobai turned around and looked at the people standing behind him. Their swords had already been pulled out. If Hu Tongming and You Yi had not been talking nonsense there, the ridiculous battle would have ended.

Fights are always ridiculous, and there is no one that is not true. Things that cannot be explained in words, things that have begun to be anxious, and things that are not known other than taking action, so they chose to draw their swords.

Leng Xiaobai didn't have a sword, so he didn't want his wife to worry, so he didn't use a sword, but used a pair of already swollen fists in his hand.

"I don't care whether you come together or come one by one."

Leng Xiaobai said calmly that he really doesn't care. The result is the same anyway. He has to go home for dinner, which is a bigger thing than the sky.

"You are too arrogant. Heiheji has the rules of Heiheji. Each challenge can only be between two people. If there is one more person, so many people will be eliminated first."

Hutong Ming from Jiuzhaojie said that he didn't want to take action first. There must be only one result for so many people to go together, either to be killed or exhausted.

"Zuixianlou liquor, please give me advice."

Finally it was his turn to play. Heiheji, the largest Red Building, the largest Red Building, has washed the blood on his knife for countless times, but the strong smell of blood never disappeared.

"please."

Leng Xiaobai's fist had already gone up, and he looked at Bai Jiu's face, and he wanted to punch him with one punch.

"Boy, you're really crazy."

Leng Xiaobai's fist was not only cut by the white wine knife. Leng Xiaobai turned around and went over, changed his fist, leaving an indelible mark on his face again, and the red mark was a bit scary.

As soon as I said it, I was punched immediately. I felt unhappy, especially when I was taking action, in public, slapping the face is always the most attractive way to attract anger.

Leng Xiaobai didn't understand. He had already said before that he was crazy, so why did he say it again here. The key is that what he needs to do now is to fight, not talk.

Baijiu got angry, so he got drunk, not really drunk. Just like his name, what he is most powerful is not the kung fu in weapons, but the kung fu in his fist. What drunken fist requires is a hazy drunkenness, and his drunkenness does not need to be hazy.

Baijiu walked forward shakingly. Leng Xiaobai saw that the situation was a little wrong and took two steps back. Seeing Leng Xiaobai taking two steps back, Baijiu took two steps forward. In this way, two people went in and out of the street, and they were already at the end of the street.

Leng Xiaobai rushed out, not rushing towards Baijiu, but the person behind Baijiu. Although he didn't know why Yuan Xiaolin took action, and he did it after Baijiu used the drunken fist, Leng Xiaobai did not take it lightly.

Everyone who had been watching was still watching, and the person who had not moved was standing.

Yuan Xiaolin didn't expect Leng Xiaobai to come up. The sword in his hand was changed to a slash and killed Leng Xiaobai.

The sword had reached the top of his head, Leng Xiaobai hid sideways and avoided him. Yuan Xiaolin saw how Leng Xiaobai avoided Baijiu's weapons before. After this move, he crossed the sword and chopped it towards Leng Xiaobai's neck.

Leng Xiaobai squatted down and walked around from the other side. Yuan Xiaolin's sword fell into nothing again, and gave a spiral in his hand, and the sword momentum changed and stabbed behind him.

Leng Xiaobai, who was originally going to fight back, failed. The tricky and weird sword made him dare not continue to move forward. Instead, he kicked sideways, touching Yuan Xiaolin's unmoved figure.

"After a disagreement, I lifted my sword up. You are really similar to that person. No wonder this sword technique is a bit proficient in using it. I need to be serious."

Yuan Xiaolin seemed to be recalling something. The sword in his hand was held much more secure again. At least this time, there would be no unstable situation because of that kick.

"It seems that we didn't speak, and you should be the one who lifted the sword. I don't understand what you meant, but I know that the competition between me and him has not ended yet. Is it considered a violation of the rules?"

Leng Xiaobai pointed to the white wine behind Yuan Xiaolin. It was the person who chased Leng Xiaobai on the street, and the drunkenness between his eyebrows and eyes had not completely dissipated.

After turning around, he didn't care whether the opponent he had just raised his fists and was about to rush forward.

Yuan Xiaolin turned his hand and just had a sword, regardless of who the person rushing up was. Even if Leng Xiaobai didn't remind him, he could hear the footsteps of Baijiu coming from behind. He would not allow anyone to do anything behind him.

Baijiu died just like that. The sword stabbed into his heart impartially. After feeling heartache, Baijiu looked at the person in front of him, opened his eyes and fell down with disbelief.

"This kind of useless person should lie there, and it's better to leave it to me."

Yuan Xiaolin comes from Dongcheng, Qingzhou, Dongcheng, which is a place where talents emerge. Yuan Xiaolin is one of the talents born in many places. He is in his thirties this year.

Leng Xiaobai is still like that. It’s not that he is not serious about the challenges here, but that he takes every challenge here very seriously. Except for the sword he carries, it is left carelessly.

There is no sword in his hand, which does not mean that there is no sword in his heart. The sword in his heart cannot kill people. It can indeed make him more ruthless. The speed of punching is like the wind and the power on his fist is like a mountain.

Yuan Xiaolin also moved, and a blood-carried sword passed by him and stabbed Leng Xiaobai. This was just an ordinary sword, which would not make the world lose its color, nor would it make a big fuss. No one around applauded him, and this was not a joke.

The sword light and sword shadows, no sound of close forces appearing, the end of the day, there is no dullness of a punch falling on the body, the wind and clouds roar, and the blood on the sword has begun to dry up.

Leng Xiaobai has many injuries on his body, Liu Buping's mechanisms are all calculated, Liu Bufan's desire for profit, tigers and wolfs, gods and ghosts, and many.

"I'm going home, you people who are in the way, can consider leaving here."

Leng Xiaobai's fists became faster and more powerful. As soon as they were retracted and released, they seemed to be able to hear the sound of breaking the wind. Although Yuan Xiaolin had already become very famous, he did not underestimate the enemy from the beginning and gained the upper hand at this time, and he also admired Leng Xiaobai's fists.

The shopkeeper of Youfu Inn died. There were many people standing outside the door, but none of them spoke. A snowflake fell from the sky, like a messenger who came here in advance, and he passed on a message to these people.
Chapter completed!