The era of national fighting

Tian Lang walked unsteadily on the street alone, and there was no one on either side of the street.I don't know where all the people are hiding. Occasionally, the sound of fighting can be heard in the alley.

Tian Lang was walking slowly, when suddenly a cold light flashed and a man in black jumped down from the roof. Tian Lang rubbed his figure slightly, and a picture was printed on the man's body. Exhausted and died.

Tian Lang turned to look at the alley, dozens of people in white clothes came running towards him wielding steel knives, Tian Lang stomped on the ground with his feet, and then kicked forward, dozens of stones flew out, one stone at a time People have solved them all.

Tian Lang laughed loudly, and his laughter went straight to the sky.He said: "Don't come out to make people look like this. One is wearing black and the other is wearing white. Doesn't it tell people that one of you is the Tiangong and the other is the Ula God Sect?"

There was a burst of clapping, and a man in white came over and said with a smile, "I am indeed the one who killed Tu Baicheng back then. I am Song Chengren from Tiangong, and I am here to send you back to the west today."

Tian Lang smiled slightly and said, "It's better for me to let you kill yourself, otherwise you will live up to your name."

Song Chengren held a green steel sword in his hand, pointed at Tian Lang and said, "Don't use your tongue there, let you know my methods."

Tian Lang turned his hand over, and the black iron sword appeared in his hand.As soon as the treasured knife was picked up, it was slashed across the head and face.The sword moves lightly, and the knife steps into the palace. In an instant, the two of them fought more than ten times.

Tian Lang is now using the Mi Zong step, and his figure is extremely erratic.The one-handed compassionate sword technique unfolds, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault.The two of them were fighting together like this, Tian Lang suddenly slapped his palm and hit the guy's arm.

The two continued to fight, and passed a dozen moves.Song Chengren's feet suddenly softened, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood.He looked at Tian Lang in shock.

Tian Lang said with a smile: "No one stipulates that I can't use evil martial arts. The palm I hit you just now is called Huagumian Palm. The poisonous and feminine are especially difficult to be noticed by others." Song Chengren's body softened, and his whole body fell to the ground.

Tian Lang put the knife on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Anyone else who is willing to teach, come up!"

It was a man in black who came back. The weapon in his hand was actually a mace. It seemed that he wanted to win by force.After coming up, he didn't answer, just hugged his head with a stick.

Tian Lang didn't fight him hard, and used the Flying Fox Movement.He kept spinning around him, and gave him a knife when he was cold.The two stalemate for more than 20 minutes. After all, the man in black is not made of iron, and his stick technique is slightly shaken.

Tian Lang seized the opportunity and made a move to smash Huashan.As soon as the man in black blocked the stick, he felt a huge force, and his arms broke with a snap.The mace fell with strong wind and pierced his head.

Tian Lang said with a smile: "This knife of mine weighs five thousand catties, compare strength with me, you are not sick!"

Tian Lang waited for a while, saw that no one was coming out, and said with a smile: "No one came out, then I will go to the next street corner." When he came to the next street corner, four people appeared directly in front of him this time. Men in white, each holding a long sword.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move. These four people form a set of positive and negative sword arrays.Zheng Qi complemented each other very wonderfully, the two sides were in a stalemate for a while, Tian Lang suddenly shouted violently, and used the raging fire Chunyang palm, and a wave of heat flew up, and the four people felt the long sword in their hands, as if being burned The red soldering iron is very hot.Unconsciously letting go of his hand, Tian Lang took the opportunity to fight in all directions at night, and solved all four of them.

Tian Lang continued to walk forward, this time it was eight men in black who blocked his way, and they arranged them in a gossip formation.But they are also a little back, among the kung fu that Tian Lang is good at, there is Bagua Youlongzhang.

Putting up a gossip formation in front of him is undoubtedly a big knife in front of Guan Gong's gate.It was just looking for a dead end, Tian Lang didn't expend any effort at all, and killed these eight people easily.

Curry and Liu Yudong were playing chess while listening to reports from outside.Curry said with a smile: "This day, I really have the means. It seems that our current strength alone cannot arouse his interest at all. I have to give him more material. It will be you or me."

Liu Yudong said with a smile: "Since these few times, your people are the first to do it. Then continue this fine tradition, your people will come first!"

Curry smiled and said, "I'll come and I'll tell my mother and son Fei Jian Fang Maobei to bring me Tian Lang's head." A man in white next to him ran out immediately.

Tian Lang was still walking leisurely and contentedly, when he suddenly stopped.About a hundred paces in front of him, a man in white stood there quietly.

Tian Lang had just walked a few steps forward when he suddenly saw the man in white pointing.He felt a gust of wind coming from behind him, and when he dodged sideways, a dagger flew past.

The man in white laughed loudly and said, "I'm Fang Maobei, Zimu Feijian. If you can defeat me, we at Tiangong will not attack you again."

Tian Lang looked at Fang Maobei with a trace of dignity for the first time. The two of them were in similar realms, but the flying sword just now really scared him.

Fang Maobei stretched out the long sword in his hand and rushed over.At the same time, the sword light flashed in the air, and there were actually eight daggers flying non-stop, attacking Tian Lang.

Tian Lang was in a bit of a panic this time, and the flying dagger was hard to guard against.Tian Lang had been scratched twice before he knew it.While coping, he observed secretly.Finding something strange about the long sword in Fang Maobei's hand, Tian Lang had a thought. It turned out that it was not a big deal, but it was using the magnet function.

Tian Lang yelled, regardless of the injuries on his body, he continued to hack and slash in the topic report.After dozens of attacks, he finally cut off the long sword in Fang Maobei's hand.Just as he had imagined, the eight daggers flying in the air suddenly lost their backbone.It fell directly to the ground, no longer a threat.

Tian Lang then raised his knife and dropped it, Fang Maobei, a leader of Liuyang.Soaring into the sky, the headless corpse took two steps forward and finally fell to the ground.

Liu Yudong said to Curry: "Your man is not bad, at least he was injured. If he can concentrate more on swordsmanship, maybe he can achieve higher results than just now."

Curry looked very angry, losing some of his former elegance, and said bitterly: "This useless trash, I have such high expectations for him. Don't gloat there, it's up to your people to take action now."

Liu Yudong said with a smile: "I arranged an old friend for Tian Lang, and I hope they can meet each other as friends. We can have a pleasant chat. Why do you think I am so kind?"

The injuries on Tian Lang's body recovered quickly, and he stopped again. A familiar person stood in front of him, and his expression was a little sad. There is such a trace of loss.