Zhou Qing obviously realized this, and looked at Yang Hong with cold and anxious eyes. The dragon scales in his hand were like hot potatoes.

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

However, judging from Yang Hong's previous moves and performances, the other party has hated him to the core and will not let him go easily. Therefore, if you want to survive, you must not pray for the other party's soft heart and compassion, and you must find opportunities by yourself.

If you are reluctant to give up the dragon scale, you will have to give up. Otherwise, if you die, what's the use of this dragon scale?

Yang Hong used his backhand to urge his internal strength to shake the blood flowing from the sword, and then he held the sword again to attack Zhou Qing. The sword light diverged, and the eight sword shadows were divided into eight different directions, stabbing Zhou Qing's vital points.

At the critical moment, at the moment of life and death, Zhou Qing's entire mind and mind limit rose to a new realm. He transcended human thinking, as if he transformed into a graceful white crane with fairy spirit, with a sharp and clear eyes. The dragon scales in his hand held, blocking Yang Hong's sword at a mysterious and incredible angle.

Although Meng Zhao had a skilled craftsman forged this dragon scale, it was precious in material and hard in texture. Even though the sword was sharp and the sword force was sharp, it was still completely resisted.

However, every time he blocked, Zhou Qing's body would shake, and his internal injuries would become worse. The wounds behind him were torn again and again, blood overflowing, and his whole body was unprecedentedly weak.

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

After blocking this exquisite sword move, Zhou Qing did not hesitate any more. With a swing of his wrist, the dragon scales in his hand instantly turned into a green light, bursting out a wave of air. After a squirting sound, he disappeared outside the west wall of the backyard of the winery.

But he himself trampled on the snow under his feet, bursting out like waves of snowflakes. He jumped without hesitation, turned around and flew out of the east wall, and blood splashed out along the way.

There is a difference between the east and the directions are completely contrary, and Yang Hong has no clone technique.

Or, go find Zhou Qing, and Zhou Qing's current injury will definitely not be spared and will definitely be killed by Yang Hong.

However, compared to Zhou Qing's life, what Yang Hong wants more is the treasure of Dragon Scale.

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

As for Zhou Qing, a mere scattered cultivator in the world, he had no power or power. In the future, he would offer a reward for chasing him and could be destroyed every day. There was no need to lose the big picture because of the small, and he would care about this moment.

Therefore, Yang Hong almost instantly chased in the direction where the dragon scales disappeared. From this point of view, Zhou Qing, the immortal crane hand, did have his own way of becoming famous. This time he was seeking life in his life and won again.

Outside the western wall of the backyard of the wine shop is a wide forest garden. Less than ten miles eastward is a stream hanging from the clouds and misty mountains.

In the past, the plants and trees were abundant and green, and the scales of dragons fell into it. If you want to find them, you must spend a lot of effort.

Now under heavy snow, everything you see is a vast white scene, with dragon scales emitting green light like clear light, which looks a little eye-catching. Therefore, Yang Hong took the dragon scales without much effort. The joy in his heart was beyond words. He lost and gained again, which was far more exciting than gaining again.

However, before Yang Hong could be happy, a sharp roar suddenly came from the air, and an extremely powerful force attacked him.

Without having time to make a move or to explore where the danger came from, he almost instinctively rushed towards the right and rolled around to avoid this terrifying blow.

There was a loud bang, and a clear palm print that had been crushed several inches into the ground, with snow and ice, appeared at the location where he was originally located, crushing clear palm prints, several feet long, as if a giant was slapped in the air.

Yang Hong was sweating all over, feeling ashamed and frightened, and half kneeled 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, shouting angrily,

"You are so brave. You dare to attack me. Are you not afraid that I will settle the score in the future?"

If he couldn't dodge the palm just now, he might have been photographed as a meat pie and died clearly.

In fact, Yang Hong himself knew that based on the palm power of that palm, he could not escape.

There are not many reasons why he can survive now. Either the other party is willing to let go and deliberately create pressure on him and dare not kill him, or his luck is out of heaven and turns bad luck into good luck.

The latter is obviously not as realistic as the former, so Yang Hong made a quick decision and attempted to suppress the strange master in front of him in the name of Chengyi Bo, hoping that his opponent would be afraid of the opportunity and would be better off leaving immediately.

Of course, Zhu Guangxi, wearing a human skin mask, was not afraid of the so-called sincerity of the Bo Mansion. He dared to attack and kill the prince of the Marquis's house, and he dared to betray the Emperor Beitangsheng, let alone the son of an unpopular Bo Man?

But he knew that he had a task at this time, so he made an ugly hesitant expression very stiffly, and then deliberately said in a hoarse voice,

"Young Master Yang, I have no intention of offending you. It's just that the things in your hand are from my Jiuyuan Sect. They were stolen by thieves. It has a great relationship. Please return them to me."

Yang Hong's expression changed immediately. According to what the thief Chang Lin said before, the dragon scale was stolen from the house of Xing Zhuo, a disciple of Jiuyuan Sect. It was said that it was nothing to do with Jiuyuan Sect.

But how could he hand over this thing so easily?

"You said this is something from your Jiuyuan Sect, so it must be? I'm so easy to cheat when I'm a three-year-old child?

It is not impossible to hand over the things I have. Let’s call out your Jiuyuan Sect leader and explain the true origin of this thing. Everyone confronts you in front of me, otherwise, I won’t let me go.”

Yang Hong had a good plan. This place is not far from the restaurant. I think it will take a long time for the guards he sent out before to catch up. Then he will have the power to protect himself and delay for a while.

However, how could he know that the person in front of him was not an acquired warrior, but a great innate master. How could a mere escort match him?

Zhu Guangxi also had no patience to play these tricks with him.

He snorted coldly, immediately waved his sleeves, and a slope of true energy condensed like steel came out, instantly chiseled into Yang Hong's chest, causing his sternum to shatter. His whole body fell back with a thud, slid more than ten meters before stopping.

The vitality and divine light in his eyes gradually faded away.

Even without using a sword, Zhu Guangxi's skills are still not comparable to those of acquired martial artists.

After all, Yang Hong does not have the foundation of Xiaohou Fang, and can compete with the innate masters.

This blow actually shattered his entire internal organs, and even the gods of Daluo were unable to help.

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

Yang Hong's eyes widened, and he plucked up all his vitality. While coughing up blood, he smeared blood on the ground and wrote the words Xing Zhuo, covering it with his palm before he died.
Chapter completed!