The green mountains stood at the window like lonely pine, as if they had not seen the Longmen Sect disciples coming.

The Longmen Sect knows that I have spiritual ginseng, who said it? Huang Jianhu? I saved your life.

A rage of betrayal rose, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing his white teeth. Liu Hong's heart was thrilled as he watched from the side, with such a strong murderous aura!

"Bang!" He raised his feet and kicked the heavy Eight Immortals table in front of him. The Eight Immortals table was wide and large, and could accommodate at least ten people to eat. It was made of jujube wood, weighing 200 kilograms, and he kicked it away, and with Ling Lie's extreme momentum, he ran into the disciple of the Dragon Gate.

Chi Da was the first to be hit, and never thought that such a trick would happen. He looked at the Eight Immortals Table in horror. He reacted quickly. He immediately abandoned his sword and waved his palm, used all his internal strength, and slapped the Eight Immortals Table.

The mantis arm is in a car! Li Qingshan sneered.

Chi Da's arms were broken at the same time, and his chest was sunk by the Eight Immortals Table, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out, and a crisp sound of bone shattering sound was heard.

The Eight Immortals Table continued to show up, and Wu Ye led seven or eight dragon gate disciples to break through the railing, fell downstairs, making a loud noise.

There were also guests downstairs. They were originally watching the disciples of the Longmen Sect majestic and murderous intent, and were still wondering who was going to be unlucky. They stretched their heads to watch the fun, but suddenly they saw a table falling down with seven or eight Longmen disciples, and they screamed and fled.

It was not until the table fell to the ground that it was still in shock. Seeing that Chi Da had already vented his anger but was not inhaled. The other disciples of the Dragon Gate had blocked Chi Da and did not die on the spot, but they were all broken by the collision, and they moaned and cried.

Everyone was stunned. When did you see the disciple of Longmen? Who is the person upstairs?

Li Qingshan inexplicably remembered the bowling. Those disciples of the Dragon Gate were dressed in white, just like ball bottles, but unfortunately they didn't get all of them.

The remaining five or six disciples of the Dragon Gate were not caught in the "table" because they were relatively tilted, but they were covered in cold sweats that were shocked and stood there blankly, not knowing how to react. These rich disciples practiced martial arts but had never experienced real battles.

All this happened in a flash, and almost everyone did not react. The situation reversed in an instant, and the originally aggressive Longmen Sect was half swept away in the blink of an eye.

Only Liu Hong saw Li Qingshan's movements clearly and thought with a serious expression, whether he could block or avoid them, but the conclusion was worrying, his brows frowned tighter, but the ridicule on his face became heavier. The face that Li Qingshan had wiped out today seemed to have been made up for a lot.

Li Qingshan ignored others and made great strides towards Yang Jun.

Yang Jun was lying on the ground. Li Qingshan kicked him at the Eight Immortals Table just now, but there was a barrier from the Dragon Gate disciple in the middle, which gave him time to react. He lay on the ground at a critical moment and escaped.

He couldn't believe it was true now. The people he led were all powerful players in the sect, with three third-rate masters, and the others were rare good players, but more than half of them were killed or injured in one move. His behavior of provoking troops and asking for punishment became an extremely ironic joke.

Looking at Li Qingshan approaching, he suddenly remembered the dozens of bandits who died in Li Qingshan's hands, the terrible reputation of the person in front of him, and the martial arts skills were far from enough. He drew out his sword crazily: "Kill him for me!"

A sword stabbed Li Qingshan, and there were five more swords, flashing cold light from front, back and left and right, stabbing Li Qingshan. The idle disciples of the Dragon Gate also realized that they were brothers who had been practicing together for many years. Although they didn't have much practical battle, their cooperation was not bad.

The speed of this attack was no different, and Li Qingshan was trapped in the sword net.

"Be careful of the sword formation!" Li Long reminded loudly, but it was too late. At the same time, six long swords pierced into Li Qingshan's body.

The face of each sword owner appeared with a look of surprise. I didn't expect it to work so simply. The sword formation of my Longmen Sect is indeed extraordinary!

Liu Hong's face showed a look of mockery or regret. He was too tender and had too little experience in fighting in the martial arts world. The situation that he would win actually gave his opponent an excellent opportunity to surround him and died.

However, the fall of every young talent makes him feel a little relaxed while regretting his old world. He wants to say proudly, "Look, the old man is still the hottest, and the strongest person may not be able to survive to the end."

The sword tip pierced an inch into the skin and could not move forward any further. The swordsmen's surprise expression turned into astonishment, exerting force frantically, but only made the tough long sword bend into an arc.

Liu Hong was shocked: "Have he practiced his kung fu to the point where he was incomparable to swords and guns?" Not to mention, the steel sword that was concentrating on internal strength was not comparable to ordinary swords and guns. This young man brought him too much shock.

Li Qingshan said slowly: "No wonder people say that two fists cannot beat four hands. Such a joint attack is no less than a peerless master's hard attack." A strange red light flowed in his eyes, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye: "But how could this weak sword hurt me!"

The body of true energy was spitting wildly, and the long sword broke inch by inch, and all the swordsmen spewed blood and flew backwards. Only faint white marks were left on Li Qingshan's skin.

Yang Jun felt a surge of surging true energy rushed into his body. His internal force that had been practicing hard for many years could not stop him. He rushed into his body and tore his tendons and veins apart.

Seeing that he was about to fall downstairs, a figure flashed and came behind Yang Jun. With his big sleeves, Yang Jun landed smoothly on the ground.

Li Qingshan showed a trace of solemn vigilance on his face. Although he saw the movements of the visitor clearly, he could not keep up with such light skills. Although his defense ability was amazing, his speed was his weakest link.

Yang Anzhi grabbed Yang Jun's pulse, his face turned cold, Yang Jun's meridians were messy, and this martial arts was useless.

Yang Jun called out "Dad" and fainted. Yang Anzhi looked at Li Qingshan again, his eyes burst out with terrible murderous intent, and he no longer looked elegant. He was filled with hatred and regret. He had come to the restaurant earlier, but originally thought that Yang Jun would take a group of disciples to capture Li Qingshan.

If he saw Liu Hong, he would be a little uncomfortable to talk to, so he kept hiding in the restaurant to meet the situation.

But he didn't expect that things would change so quickly. From Li Qingshan kicked off the Eight Immortals Table and cleared half of the Longmen disciples out of the field, he wanted to take action, but then Li Qingshan fell into the sword formation and was bound to die.

Even Liu Hong, who had seen Li Qingshan's powerful "Horizontal Kung Fu", thought Li Qingshan would undoubtedly die, let alone him, so he held his body down and it was too late to stop.

Liu Hong laughed and said, "Brother Yang, it's been a long time since we haven't seen each other. Why did we suddenly make such a big noise? What is the purpose?" Li Qingshan saw that Yang Anzhi and Yang Jun's faces were five or sixty minutes alike. After listening to Liu Hong's words, he knew that the person in front of him was the head of the Longmen Sect and the number one person in the martial arts world in Qingyang.

After all, Yang Anzhi has been in the world for many years and has a firm mind. He is no better than the rich disciples. He immediately put down his son and did not look at Liu Hong. Instead, he said to Li Qingshan: "I originally wanted to persuade you to hand over the things well, but I didn't intend to hurt you. But now I have changed my mind. My son has no grudges and no grudges with you. Why are you so cruel?" After speaking, he couldn't help but feel angry and had a ferocious face.

Hearing this, Li Qingshan laughed, "Don't plan to hurt me? No grievances or grudges?" If his martial arts were weaker, he fell into Yang Jun's hands. I don't know how much torture and insult he would suffer, and his life would not be saved.

And on the mountain road, the threats and humiliations of the strong and arrogant people may not be considered a grudge! Yang Jun may be extremely aggrieved, yes, I just said a few words to you, but I didn't really cut off your hand.

"I just want to ask you, who told you about this? Forget it, I will ask him in person! With a father like you who is unclear right and wrong, no wonder he taught such a son and disciple. I will kill you today, and from now on, I will abandon this disaster! Before we can flatten the Black Wind Village, I will take you to sacrifice the flag first!" Li Qingshan's eyes were even more red.
Chapter completed!