"Die!"

Hong Cheng was furious and danced wildly again. The young man in blood lost his pavilion and did not dodge twice. The pavilion was like a dragon, stabbed straight into his abdomen, wearing his body, and moving forward quickly. With a buzzing sound, he nailed to an old locust tree with a thickness of embrace.

The young man in blood sprayed blood all over his mouth, his eyes were quiet, and he held the broad sword tightly with both hands.

Hong Cheng sneered, "Diet is coming..."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Cheng turned around suddenly and saw a masked man stepping in the air, his figure swaying, like a willow swaying in the wind, elegant and extraordinary.

After brushing it, Hong Cheng's hair stood up and he walked in the air. What is this state of mind!

"Let go of that pen!"

The masked man shouted coldly, and Hong Cheng quickly let go and retreated far away.

Then the masked man made a big move and stabbed the broad knife into the young man in blood, and slowly pulled it out.

"True Gang Demon, this, this..."

Hong Cheng was already confused.

The young man in blood looked extremely hard to see, and he secretly angrily said, "If you don't have that ability, why bother to pretend? You are trying to make trouble on me. This hurts... it's better to stab me again!"

He recognized Deng Duxiu at a glance, and couldn't tell anything in his heart.

Of course, he couldn't understand how Deng Duxiu pretended to be like this wave and walked in the air, and even he was shocked.

It was also thanks to this step that Hong Cheng recognized the driving objects as the True Gang and the Anti-Gao.

However, the young man in blood could not stand the slow drawing of the knife, which was stabbed into his stomach.

This taste truly reappears what it means to cut flesh with a blunt knife.

He also guessed that this was probably the limit of Deng Duxiu's strength. He couldn't bear it anymore. He held the blade with both hands and sent it. With a whirlpool, the broad sword finally left his painful body, flew towards Deng Duxiu in the air, and danced around Deng Duxiu.

Suddenly, Deng Duxiu made a big move, took the broad sword, and looked at it carefully, "It's a good thing to drink a snow knife, but it's a pity that he insulted Yu Yongren."

Hong Cheng said in a trembling voice, "Senior, Xu Yi, I am so kind to Hong Cheng."

He asked Xu Yi's name from a prisoner.

"Don't get close. If you hadn't had a friendship with Lao Jiang in Yinhai in the past, you were already a pile of minced meat, why don't you get out of here!"

Deng Duxiu's voice was cold and unfathomable.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Hong Cheng shivered and went there in a panic.

It is really that the information on Deng Duxiu's last sentence is too large.

As soon as the five words "Old Jiang is in Yinhai" came out, he immediately thought of Jiang Gancheng, the Shuanglong Hall of the Shenghui Society. The Lord of the Hall of Jiang had participated in the battle for the Yinhai Martial Tomb in the past.

What’s even more troublesome is that Master Xu mentioned Master Jiang at this time, and clearly knew his relationship with Master Jiang.

But how secret is his identity in the Shenghui Society? How could Master Ma Xu know?

How good does he have to have a relationship with Lord Jiang so that Lord Jiang would reveal such a secret to him?

The more Hong Cheng thought about it, the more he became scared, and the more he thought about it, the more he was, the more he was grateful. Fortunately, Lord Jiang and Master Xu had a friendship, otherwise he would be cold tonight.

Hong Cheng was full of thoughts, but his feet were very fast. He was afraid that Master Xu would regret it, so he ran out several miles in a flash.

"How did you do it when you step on the void?"

The young man in blood stared at Deng Duxiu who was taking the potion into his mouth.

"It's time, I'm still talking, Thirteen, you're really going to die."

Deng Duxiu pulled off a piece of his clothes and wanted to wrap his abdominal wound. He was surprised to find that a huge blood scab had condensed in the wound on his abdomen and had stopped bleeding.

"Thirteen, what Thirteen."

The young man in blood struggled to stand up.

Deng Duxiu waved his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense, run away quickly. Hong Cheng, the old Yinbi, may have come back at any time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he whizzed and swished, and the sound of breaking through the air came from afar. Hong Cheng rushed over like an eagle, and he rose and fell a few times and then came closer.

His face was ashen and glared at Deng Duxiu, "Who are you? How do you know these many secrets?"

Deng Duxiu said coldly, "Hong Cheng, I don't know how to live or die. I really think Jiang Gancheng's face will definitely protect your life?"

Jiang Gan's identity as the head of the Shenghui Huibei Hall is now a secret, but in his previous life, he had long been known to everyone because of the Huaixi riots.

"Is that so? If you really have an old relationship with Lord Jiang, and want to take away the remnants of this comrade's association, why bother to hijack the prison? I will do the matter of Lord Jiang's greeting.

So, you have no friendship with Lord Jiang.

I said that if there is a strong man like you who can stop you in Hanyang County, there is no need to die if those who escape. A bastard, how long will it take to pretend?"

Hong Cheng shouted angrily, his figure swayed, and rushed towards Deng Duxiu.

Deng Duxiu made a big move, and four big stones were smashed at Hong Cheng. Hong Cheng took the action like lightning, instantly grabbed the four stones and threw them at Deng Duxiu with his backhand.

The power of the four stones was more than ten times greater. Deng Duxiu rolled around several lazy donkeys in a row before he could barely avoid it, secretly scolding himself for being stupid enough to fight with Hong Cheng.

"Soter!"

Hong Cheng was furious and was actually tricked by a little warlock. If he spread it, wouldn't he be laughed at by someone?

At this moment, a trace of turbid air overflowed from Hong Cheng's head and poured into Deng Duxiu's chest.

"Old man Hong Cheng, tonight, you will definitely spread the word of your mercy on this master."

Deng Duxiu stood in the woods and shouted loudly.

As soon as the turbid air was released, he knew what Hong Cheng was hating.

He continued to tease, Hong Cheng continued to get angry, and the turbid air above his head continued to throw himself into Deng Duxiu's arms.

"court death!"

Hong Cheng turned over and flashed to the front. Deng Duxiu retreated quickly and swung his hand. The Bailiang dagger shot straight into Hong Cheng's eyebrows. Hong Cheng waved his palm to grab it, and the dagger flew away.

After suffering a great loss before, Deng Duxiu dared to use tricks and could only keep silly and interfere with Hong Cheng.

The dagger flew away and flew back again. Hong Cheng simply ignored it and rushed straight to Deng Duxiu with both hands, and wanted to catch it as he saw it.

With a bang, Hong Cheng seemed to be tripped by something, turned around and fell to the ground, blood whirring from his neck.

The opportunity must not be missed, Deng Duxiu urged the dagger to hit Hong Cheng's eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, Hong Cheng stood up suddenly, kicked the dagger away, and flew backwards.

He stared at Deng Duxiu, and the turbid air on his head turned from a slight to clouds, and he threw wildly into Deng Duxiu's chest.

"Old man Hong Cheng, that's all. Today I will eliminate the disaster for the people of Hanyang County."

Although Deng Duxiu's voice was hoarse, she made a full momentum.
Chapter completed!