"Ximen Xiongkui?"

The woman standing on the branches of cypress trees overlooking the ground was very young. She had a delicate and graceful face. She was thin and wearing a broad red robe, making a sound in the wind. She slowly spit out four words.

Ximen Xiongkui just nodded.

He didn't know who this mysterious woman was, and he was too lazy to know. As the sixth-ranked super strong man on the Dragon List, although he was a little unrestrained when facing a monster like Ye Hetu, even when facing Ye Wudao, who cut off Cao Tianding's hand, Ximen Xiongkui was still standing firm and unafraid. He responded with embarrassment.

"Kill it."

The woman simply said that in the dusk, it was like an arc of purple crescent-shaped sword flowing in a dazzling manner.

She didn't like red because she was afraid of killing people and seeing blood. But the man who gave her name said that no matter how dirty and despicable a person was, no matter how humble the soul was, his blood was the cleanest. So she put on a charming red suit and followed him to kill continuously. The purple demon knife in her hand kept drinking blood, and in Japan, people called her Yamata Orochi and regarded her as a demon god.

She was Long Pai. She led the princelings Blood Wolf Hall and Xiao Pojun to the north. She was destroyed and invincible, and eventually they met with the Qing Gang and Bing Jianhui in the north. In this way, they stood in front of the princelings. Except for the old gangs in the northeast, there were no more than a thousand gangs. Only the Dragon Gang, an underground dynasty that stood for thousands of years in China.

"The tone is not small. Nowadays, young people are so anxious to get to the top, but they don't know that if there is no bone corpse under their feet, they will be unsteady even if they really get to my position." Ximen Xiongkui chuckled. Perhaps he always has a little disdain for women in his subconscious mind. Among the ten people on the dragon list, except for the mysterious Huangya, nine of them are men. It can be seen that China has always regarded Yang as the most respected and Yin as the auxiliary.

"Before a person dies, you should always talk more nonsense."

Long Pai slashed with one knife, and Ximen Xiongkui chuckled and dodged. A purple arc cut from vertical to horizontal, so fast! He was shocked in his heart, Ximen Xiongkui restrained the little bit of contempt that had just risen, and leaned back. He avoided the sharp knife, and his body rotated behind Long Pai like a top, and attacked with one punch. He was extremely domineering.

Long Pai held the knife with one hand and stretched out two fingers with the sword body. He raised the demon sword village in his chest and blocked Ximen Xiongkuidi's punch.

Ximen Xiongkui punched neither, nor pursued, and stood with his hands behind his back. Seeing that he was repelled seven or eight meters and finally leaned against an ancient tree, he sneered.

The corner of the dragon pavilion's mouth curled up a cruel arc. When she was worn on the world, she was strangely wearing it. She was surrounded by a natural red robe. It was shaking and dancing in a rippling shape. Her feet were hit by the ancient pine tree and rushed to the ground. She floated to Ximen Xiongkui again. The demon swords that drank countless blood-drinking ground were cold and harsh. It seemed that this woman, however, Ximen Xiongkui, did not intend to repel her dragon pavilion in one go, but hid in the woods. Two figures shuttled through and brought out a stream of flowers. The demon swords in the dragon pavilion's hand also cut off all the towering ancient trees nearby. Ximen Xiongkui finally stayed at the branch of the last ancient tree. Looking at the dragon pavilion under the tree.

Long Pai sneered and with a slash, the ancient tree was cut off, tilted, and then collapsed.

Ximen Xiongkui finally burst out with the powerful strength that a master on the Dragon List should have.

Without weapons, he no longer gave Long Pai a chance to swing his sword and fight in close combat. Although he was not as good as Ye Wudao and Ximen Honghuang, he was very proficient in various external skills and profound Chinese martial arts. Ximen Xiongkui's research on fists and feet is unparalleled, sometimes tricky, sometimes domineering. The dragon pai hand Nakamura suddenly became a trouble for food, but it was a pity that was abandoned. He scolded Ximen Xiongkui's dragon claws bit her wrist, and his five fingers were like iron hooks. Around the area, the entire arm of Long Pai land was filled with blood beads.

Long Pai's red eyes did not change at all, let's fight again!

Bang.

Ximen Xiongkui suddenly changed from a erratic terrain to an Emei Iron Arm Diamond Hit. He burst out without any warning, and then punched the Dragon Biao and exploded.

The dragon pavilion was bombed far away and his red eyes were even more intense. He stood up expressionlessly, throwing away the demon sword village, who was regarded as a holy object by the Japanese underworld. The purple long sword drew an arc in the air and penetrated straight into the ground. The moment the sword fell to the ground, Ximen Xiongkui had already attacked her. A set of flowing Bagua fist was majestic, flipping like an eagle. It was round and alive. With one click and one bump, it knocked the dragon pavilion away again.

"Micro-lei trick."

Ximen Xiongkui sneered, but his figure never stopped and continued to launch a continuous attack.

Long Pai's originally charming bloody eyes instantly freeze, empty and spiritless, and his pupils seemed to disappear.

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Bulk-up.

The dragon pad's storm-turning ball leg not only blocked Ximen Xiongkui's explosive power with a terrifying punch, but also made the dragon's high flat fly out sideways, which shows that the strength of this leg was simply outrageous. The attack worked, and the dragon pad followed like a shadow. The dragon pad was slightly like a dragon bounced like a lightning, bending the legs like a crescent moon and ejected like a string. The careless Ximen Xiongkui did not expect that this woman would suddenly be so strong. He caught off guard and could only pick and drop it in a mess. His arms were numb. He thought that this wave of offense would stop soon. But he didn't know that the dragon pad was not like a human who needed ventilation, and each leg would inevitably have a heavy force. He did not give Ximen Xiongkui a chance to breathe.

Ximen Xiongkui roared. He was completely angry and forced to carry Long Pai's leg. Crack. His hand bones were crisp and broken. But his other hand seized this opportunity and hit Long Pai's abdomen hard. Blood oozed out of the corner of her mouth in an instant. No matter how hard it was to suppress it, Ximen Xiongkui's anger turned into murderous intent. The heavy damage of one arm made him rush forward desperately. He wanted to smash the bones of this hateful woman inch by inch before it landed!

But Ximen Xiongkui seemed to see the blood-stained corners of the mouth that he thought was unemotional and cold.

bass!

A powerful sound of a weapon being unsheathed pierced the eardrum.

A dazzling light exploded.

Ximen Xiongkui suddenly widened his eyes, unable to believe it, his eyes full of despair and fear.

The blade passes by.

Full of a domineering aura that is the only one in the world.

The light converges.

A head left the body and splattered blood in the air. Finally, it rolled down on the lake ten meters away, sprinkling a stain of blood.

Ximen Xiongkui was still standing behind the body that had lost his head. There was a burly young man who was not inferior to him. He held a magic weapon of Xiongji in his hand without any blood.

The world's number one domineering soldier, Huangquan!
Chapter completed!