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Chapter 351 Emergence and Killing (Subscribe)

Zhou Qing was obviously aware of this too, looking at Yang Hong with cold and anxious eyes, the dragon scale in his hand was like a hot potato.

I want to throw it away, but I can't bear it.

However, judging from Yang Hong's previous moves and performances, the opponent already hated him deeply and would not let him go easily, so if he wanted to survive, he must not pray for the opponent's soft-heartedness and mercy, but had to find an opportunity by himself.

Flood Dragon Scale is not willing to give up, but he has to give up, otherwise, if he dies, what is the use of this Flood Dragon Scale?
Yang Hong used his backhand to urge his inner energy, and sent the blood flowing out of the sword, and then attacked Zhou Qing with the sword again. The key to celebrating.

In the nick of time, at the moment of life and death, Zhou Qing's mental limit climbed to a new level, his whole mind transcended human thinking, as if he had transformed into a white crane with a fairy spirit, his eyes were agile and clear, and the dragon scales he held in his hand, The mysterious and inconceivable angle blocked Yang Hong's sword one after another.

Although the dragon scale was forged by Meng Zhao by a skilled craftsman, the material is precious and hard. Even though the sword is sharp and sharp, it can still be completely resisted.

However, every time he blocked, Zhou Qing's body would shake, his internal injuries became more severe, and the wound on his back was torn apart again and again, blood spilled out, and his whole body was weaker than ever.

It may also be the weakest and most dangerous moment since he practiced martial arts.

After blocking this exquisite sword move, Zhou Qing didn't hesitate any more. With a flick of his wrist, the dragon scale in his hand instantly turned into a blue light, burst into a wave of air, and disappeared outside the west wall of the backyard of the restaurant after a puff.

And he himself, trampling on the snow with his feet, burst out like waves of snowflakes, leaped without hesitation, turned around and flew out of the east wall, with blood splashing out all the way.

Things are different, and the directions are completely opposite. Yang Hong alone has no ability to duplicate himself.

Or, go find Zhou Qing, with Zhou Qing's current injuries, he will definitely be killed by Yang Hong.

However, compared to Zhou Qing's life, what Yang Hong wanted more was the treasure of Jiaolonglin.

As long as this treasure is in hand, all losses and humiliation will be valuable.

As for Zhou Qing, he is just a casual cultivator in the Jianghu, who has no power or power. In the future, the sincere uncle's mansion will offer a reward to hunt him down, and he will be destroyed overnight.

Therefore, Yang Hong flew towards the direction where the dragon scales disappeared almost instantly. From this point of view, Zhou Qing, the crane hand, did have his own way of becoming famous. This time he was desperate to survive and won again once.

Beyond the west wall of the backyard of the restaurant is a wide forest garden, less than ten miles to the east, is a stream hanging down from Yunwu Mountain.

In the past, there were abundant vegetation and verdant green, and dragon scales fell into it. If you want to find it, you have to spend a lot of effort.

But now under the heavy snow cover, all you can see is a vast white scene, and the dragon scale exuding a clear blue light is a bit eye-catching, so Yang Hong took the dragon scale with almost no effort. , the joy in my heart is beyond words, and getting it back after losing it is far more exciting than getting it back and losing it again.

However, before Yang Hong had time to be happy for a long time, there was a sharp whistling sound in the air, and an extremely powerful force attacked him.

It was too late to make a move, and he didn't have time to explore where the danger came from. He almost instinctively rushed to the right and rolled to avoid this terrifying blow.

There was a loud bang, and at his original position, there appeared a clear palm print several inches into the ground, crushed with snow and ice, several feet in size, as if a giant volleyed in the air and patted it.

Yang Hong broke out in a cold sweat, feeling ashamed and terrified, half kneeling on the ground.

Holding a dragon scale in one hand and a sword in the other, staring at the person who appeared two feet away in front of him at some point, he glared and shouted,

"You are so brave, you dare to sneak attack on my son, are you not afraid that I will settle accounts with the uncle's family?"

If he hadn't been able to dodge that palm just now, he might have been slapped into a meatloaf, so deadly.

In fact, Yang Hong himself knew that based on the strength of that palm, he might not be able to dodge it.

There are not many reasons why he can survive now. Either the other party deliberately put pressure on him and did not dare to kill him, or his luck was against the sky, turning danger into luck.

The latter is obviously not as realistic as the former, so Yang Hong made a decisive decision, and in the name of sincerity, tried to suppress the strange master in front of him, hoping that the opponent would be cautious, and it was best to leave immediately.

Of course, Zhu Guangxi, wearing a human skin mask, is not afraid of the so-called sincere uncle's mansion. He dares to attack and kill the princes of the Hou mansion, and even betrays the great emperor Beitang Sheng, let alone the son of an unfavored uncle?
But he knew very well that he had a task ahead of him at this time, so he made an extremely stiff expression of hesitation, and then deliberately hoarse his voice and said,
"Young Master Yang, I don't intend to offend you. It's just that the thing in your hand belongs to my Jiuyuan Sect. It was stolen by thieves. It has a lot to do with it. Please return it to me."

Yang Hong's expression changed immediately, according to what the thief Chang Lin said before, the dragon scales were stolen from the house of Jiuyuanmen disciple Xing Zhuo, so it's okay to say they belong to Jiuyuanmen.

However, how could he hand over this thing so easily.

"You said it was something from your Jiuyuan Sect, so it must be? How easy is it to deceive me when I'm a three-year-old child?
If you want me to hand over the thing, it's not impossible, and call out your Jiuyuan Sect masters, and explain the true origin of this thing, and everyone will confront it face to face, otherwise, don't want me to let go. "

Yang Hong planned very well. This place is not far from the wine shop. It won't be long before the guards he sent out should catch up, and then he will be able to protect himself. The delay is temporary.

However, how did he know that the person in front of him was not an acquired martial artist, but an innate master. How could a few guards be able to match him?
Zhu Guangxi didn't have the patience to play these tricks with him at all.

With a cold snort, he immediately waved his sleeves, and a condensed steel-like zhenqi burst out, instantly gouging Yang Hong's chest, causing his sternum to shatter, and the whole person fell backward with a plop, and slid out After tens of meters, he stopped just now.

The anger and light in his eyes gradually faded away.

Even if he doesn't use a sword, Zhu Guangxi's skill is still not comparable to that of acquired warriors.

After all, Yang Hong did not have the background of Master Fang Xiaohou, but he could rival a natural master.

This blow actually shattered his entire viscera, even the Immortal Da Luo couldn't help him.

However, for some reason, Zhu Guangxi deliberately left him a breath of vitality, bent down in front of Yang Hong to pick up the dragon scales, and then drifted away.

Yang Hong's eyes widened, and with all his vitality, coughing up blood, he wrote the word "Xing Zhuo" on the ground and covered it with his palm before dying.

At the time of death, the eyes are wide open, which is the sign of death.

(End of this chapter)